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admrlthundrbolt · 2 months ago

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Believer (Gargoyle Risotto x Chubby Reader)

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When an accusation from the insurance company brings you to the Cathedral. What are you to do between appraising items. Maybe the gentleman of a guardian can help with your boredom. It doesn't hurt that he such a strapping Gargoyle.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Here with the wonderful form of Gargoyle Risotto. I've wanted to write him as a mythical being for a while. And Gargoyle seemed to fit really well.

Anyways, hope you enjoy.

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You walked through the ornate doors of the Cathedral at a brisk pace. You would have like to take your time. Enjoy yourself by studying the intricate detail of the structure. But you're guide had other plans in mind. You would think a man with such colorful hair would be a bit more laid back. Diavolo was anything but.

“Can you believe that an insurance company would demand such a thing. To threaten to drop a place of worship if we didn't bring in an appraiser. The sheer disrespect.” He glared ahead of himself. If only he could get his hands around that peppy agent's neck. He would squeeze with all his strength and watch the life drain from their eyes. Picking up his pace, he tried to push the thought from his mind. A small grin settled on his face as he watched you try to keep pace. At least he had a new bit of entertainment. Looking you over, his eyes lingered on the way your clothes draped over your soft body. He may have to make it a habit to check on your work from time to time.

You managed to keep your eyes from rolling. “I've had a few cases that were similar. They're just making sure anything you claim is accounted for.” Though you wouldn't mention that most companies did this with the more difficult customers. It made you wonder what kind of issues they had had with this man.

He huffed and carried on to the backrooms. “That may be, but it was unwarranted all the same.” Coming to the large storeroom, he fished the keys from his pocket. “It's not very organized. I'm sure you can handle it.” His eyes lingered on you for a bit longer than was professional. Unlocking the door he swung it open.

You were in awe at the sheer amount of items held in the room. A few older looking scrolls were set up on a stand. Some embossed cups sit on a nearby shelf. Glancing around it seemed there were many shelves. Full of boxes, all various shapes and sizes. Even with the sheer amount of work that had been placed on you. You couldn't help the fire that blazed in your veins. This was your bread and butter. As an appraiser that specialized in historical items. It wasn't everyday that you happened across such a collection.

He wanted to sneer at the obvious spark in your eyes. This type of work was far beneath him. Good thing there were people to take care of what he despises. “I'll leave you to it.” With that he swiftly left you to the dirty work. Deciding that a visit with the night watchmen was in order.

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Risotto crouched upon his usual perch and surveyed the horizon. He wanted to enjoy a moment of peace before Diavolo came up. He had been surprised at your arrival. Sure he had heard the other man screaming into the phone last week. But that didn't mean he shared the details with a creature like him. It didn't take his superior hearing to know what the uptight man says about the Gargoyle. It was no mystery that the man found all other beneath. How he could call himself a man of God was beyond Risotto's comprehension.

The clomping of his overly expensive Italian loafer echo as he made his way to the second floor. Swinging open the closest window to the Gargoyle he clenched his jaw. He never like interacting with the beast. “I need you to keep an eye on our new guest. Make sure they don't happen to lose any of our precious relics."

He could practically hear the frown in his voice. All the same he nodded, yet didn't take his gaze off the skyline. A small smile graced his lips as the other man slammed the window shut. He may not have authority over him. That made it all the sweeter when he was able to get under his skin.

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You jolted a bit as a knock rang out in the storeroom. Glancing at your watch you were surprised to see the late hour. Not expecting any visitors, you were slightly cautious when answering. Calling out that it was open you were relieved to see it wasn't your guide. There was just something not quite right about that man. His very presence set you on edge.

What you didn't expect was a large Gargoyle to walk through the door. He was huge, taller than your half Orc neighbor by nearly a head. His wings were pinned to his back, though you had no doubt they were large. His grey tinted skin was smooth. While his ruby colored eyes shimmered beautifully in the low light of the room. His Gothic style of clothing allowed for a clear veiw of his toned muscled body. A small smile graced you at the jester hat that sat on top of his head. The odd engraved letters gave his imposing figure a whimsical sort of vibe. “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

He had come to introduce himself. Hoping that his presence would be enough to easily keep you from stealing. But the moment his gaze landed on you, his breath hitch. When he pictured an appraiser, you would have never crossed his mind. So soft and pliable looking. He had expected a balding man that looked as if a strong breeze could knock them over. Here was a being that he didn't even realize would have his fantasies fulfilled. One that didn't look at him in fear, but intrigued. Genuine excitement took over your expression as you gazed up at him. His own eyes shifted to the floor as he composed himself. “I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Risotto the night guard.”

Your eyes light up at the mention of his position. “Oh, that's right. He did say there would be someone else here.” You held your hand out and smiled brightly. “I'm (Y/N), it's great to meet you. To be honest I was a little intimidated to be spending nights here. Though with a Gargoyle as the guard. I don't have to worry about that anymore."

He clasped his hand around yours. Taking a moment to enjoy your pillowy warmth. Admiring the sheer difference in size between the two. It was a nice distraction to calm himself. You just seemed to send surprise after surprise his way. You were actually looking forward to his presence? That was odd enough for the other mythical races. For a human to feel that way, he had never encountered it before. “I'm honored you feel that way. If you don't mind me asking. Why are you doing this in the night? Wouldn't it be more convenient to work during the day?”

You let out a laugh at the question. It seemed to follow you on any late evening jobs. “Not really. My work is done best in silence. Being able to focus on the intricate details. That's were my skills come into play. You would be surprised how many appraiser prefer later hours.” You looked over at him and couldn't help marveling at the elaborate make up of his body. Your gaze returned to his face. Noticing his lips had suddenly turned down.

He had taken your words as a sign to leave. Turning away, he made for the door. “I'll leave you to it then.” He was startled to feel a soft hand on his arm.

“Wait, I uh, could use your help.” You nervously gripped his arm. You were enjoying his presence and didn't want to see him go. Plus Gargoyles usually stay at the same post most of their lives. Bound to protect and serve the location. He could be a great boon to working through this collection. Staring up at his chiseled feature you blinked slowly. If he didn't become a distraction that is. Wetting your lips, you tried to ignore the way his eyes followed the action. “If you're willing to that is.”

Focusing on your heavenly face, he nodded. “I'll do what I can.”

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This started a comfortable partnership. You had questions and he had answers. A match made in heaven. If not filled with some lingering tension. The both of you happening to miss each other gaze resting upon you. That didn't mean that it wasn't a pleasant relationship. Much more enjoyable that any second you had to spend with Diavolo. That man could really wear down on your nerves.

As you finished up on a beautiful bottle. The hand carved figure of Mother Mary set in the bottom was immaculate. He burst into the storeroom, causing the antique to almost slip from your grip. Breathing a sigh of relief at the near accident, you look over at him. He had a deep frown set into his expression. You knew this look, it meant you would be talked at until he was through complaining. It seemed more often than not he would end his day with this sort of thing.

As he launch into his complaints you stared. It still amazed you that he was the Church Administrator. You thought he was only a go between, maybe an advisor. But no, he was a main Pillar of the Church itself. To think that this man was the one that held so many responsibilities for the Cathedral. It made you want to scoff. They should give the position to someone more capable.

This made your thoughts shift over to Risotto. He was responsible and kind. One might judge him as being standoff or angry. If you had one conversation with him though. You would realize that he only thought over his words carefully. Taking his time to come up with what he found was the appropriate answer. A contemplated man with a gentle heart. Your thoughts honestly seemed to slip to him often. The more time you spent together, the more he lingered in your mind.

“I mean the gall on that pompous little Deacon.” His gaze shifted to you. Surprised to see a glazed over look in your eyes. His tone dropped into something a bit more commanding. “Are you even listening to me?” When this had no immediate effect on you he frowned. Bringing his hand in front of your face he began to snap.

This jolted you from your daydreaming. “Oh, did you need something?” You wanted to swallow the words the moment they left your mouth. This man lived for other's misery. So as you watched a sinister smirk settle on his face. You knew your fate was sealed.

“Actually there is. I know you'll only be here for a short time longer. So I was hoping to take you out. I could give you quite the night." He had been waiting for the right moment to get you under his thumb. It was always nice to have an educated woman on your arm. Looking over your plush body he could think of other reasons to take you out.

Darting your gaze down to your paperwork, you cringed. Even if you didn't have your eye on someone else. You still wouldn't give the vile man a chance. But until you finished up this assignment, it would do best to keep him happy. With the job in mind, a thought popped into your head. “I don't go out with coworkers. Just a personal policy of mine.” Your eyes stayed on your fingers as you picked at your thumb.

His lips became tight at the rejection. Until he realized what you must be saying. He would simply have to wait for you to finish up with their collection. Then you would be free to fall for his obvious charms. “I see. Well I'll leave you to finishing up then." He swiftly exited the room. Already planning for your final day at the Cathedral.

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The day had come and you couldn't help the wave of disappointment that settled over you. This was the last night you would spend with Risotto. Packing away your thing, your shoulders slumped a bit.

A sudden knock echo into the room. It sent a shock of deja vu through you. Knowing who was courteous enough to check before they burst in. You excitedly made your way over and opened the door. There he was, the Gargoyle that you wanted spend all your time with. You had tried to convince yourself it was only a passing whimsy. But time and time again your heart sang out to him. Smiling sweetly up at him, you waited for him to speak.

He was beyond nervous. It was your last night here and he felt like he couldn't do enough. You could be out of his life after tonight. That meant this was his last chance. He had to tell you his feelings. Hoping that you might return his confession. He looked at you longingly. Wanting to embrace your soft figure against his hard flesh. Feel the way your plush form would meld into his harsh ridges. The mere thought made warmth pool in his core.

Shaking the alluring image from his head, he stepped forward. Taking your smaller hands into his own, he gripped them fondly. “I know this is your last night here.” He focused on the heat coming from your touch. Trying to keep himself from not going through with his plans. “So I wanted to do something special. If you'd like to that is.”

You stared at him with bight eyes and a hammering heart. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”

His mouth broke into a pleasant grin. “Do you trust me?”

Without a seconds hesitation you nodded. Taking a tighter hold on his hands and squeezing. With that the two of you were out the door.

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Wind roared in your ears as you clung closer to him. Chest thumping as you soared far above the bustling congested city streets. You would have never guessed that the Gargoyle would take you flying. But as you glanced between him and the veiw. You couldn't have asked for a better send off.

Landing one of the tallest building's roof top. He gingerly set you on your feet. Almost frowning at the loss of your warmth leaving his grasp. His mood brightened as you sat on the ledge and smiled up at him. His heart leapt as you slipped a bit, righting yourself a second later. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he sat next to you. “Be careful, I don't want to loose you.”

Both of your eyes widened at the statement. You curled your plump body into his own. “I'm not worried when you're around.”

Eye meeting in a smoldering stare, both of you began to inch forward. Lips demurely pressing together, causing you to shift closer. Molding your forms together, until he picked you up. Placing you on his lap, he bumps his nose into yours. “Easier to keep you safe if your close.” He smirks as your cheeks redden. A hearty chuckle leaving his mouth. Only for you to silence it with another passionate kiss.

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Giggles and honey coated whispers followed you back into the Cathedral. You were excited to gather your things. Risotto knew where your building was, but reassured you he would follow your car. As you planned the rest of your night, he placed light yet lingering kisses across your face.

Opening the door to the storeroom, you were met with a shocking image. Diavolo was leaned against your work station. His jacket and tie had been thrown off to the side. While his shirt had less than half of the buttons enclosed. His hair was messy and a half empty bottle of wine was grasped in his hand.

His eyes cut over to the pair of you sharply. His scowl pulled further down his mouth. Stumbling forward a bit he sneered. “So this is where you've been. Thought you could get the best of both world, did you.”

You stepped forward to steady him. But shrunk back towards the Gargoyle as he swiped the bottle your way.

A growl bubbled up his throat. Pulling you behind him, it was Risotto's turn to taking on an angry demeanor. Fist clenched so tightly he could feel them pluse in pain. The only thing keep him calm was your soft body pressed against him. “I don't know what you had planned here. But what I do know is that I won't allow you to treat her this way.” He gave the shorter man a searing look.

Which may have usually made him drop the subject and leave. With the liquid courage sloshing in his stomach, he felt idiotic invincibility. Jabbing a finger in your direction he scoffed. “First you lead me on. Then you go off with this creature. That's fine someone of your stature needs the worst. Just what a woman deserves.”

In the next few moments many things happened quickly. Risotto went to admonish the man. Though before a word could leave his mouth you leapt forward. Send a sucker punch into the other man's nose. A sickening crack sounds through the room. Diavolo felt a warm gush of blood flow from his nose as the pain set in. No amount of alcohol could stop the aching throb in his face. He slumped to the floor and stared up at you in disbelief.

You were seeing red. This whelp of a man had harassed you this entire assignment. And the moment you finally get to pursue your feelings with the man you had fallen for. He just up and decides you belong to him. No, you wouldn't take the insult to you or your sex. “I don't give a fuck what you think was going on. I politely told you I wasn't interested. Now I've forcefully told you I'm not interested. If you can't get that through your thick skull, then I can't do anything else.”

Grabbing your things you didn't spare him another glance. Taking the Gargoyle's large hand back in your own. You threw another comment over your shoulder. “I'm sure the Bishop will be interested to hear about your actions tonight.”

Looking back at the man on the floor. Risotto felt a feral grin settle on his lips. Yet another warning of what would come if Diavolo sought you out. Squeezing your hand, he shut the door. Looking forward to what other surprises you had in store for him.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #chubby reader #risotto nero #mutual pining #plus size reader #chubby reader x risotto #fluff #romance #minor violence #gargoyles #jjba diavolo #cathedral #protective #flying #first kiss #guardian

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instantartific · 11 months ago

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|| ♡ You're suffocating, Darling

Image edits by me, edited from in-game screenshots.

Characters: Rin / White 1010 (referred to without name), "You" Summary: After worrying over what he'll do without you for far too long, he decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his recent... malfunctions around you. He gets desperate, nothing gets solved <3 Word Count: ~1.4k

Happy I finally got around to writing something like this again! I fell into a major writers' block for a while, so apologies for this being a little messier than some of my older writing :)

Quick note! Likes are appreciated, but a fast reblog (or any!) makes sure that other people can see my work, too! Sharing is caring :)

There is metal, and it presses into your soft, soft flesh.

It is hard.

It is cold, warmth allowed only by the distant radiance from his chest.

There is metal, and it has every capability to crush you beneath it, rendering your body nothing more than a wind-up toy meant to be discarded. Only, yours will no longer be able to move.

There is metal, and it is very, very gentle with the way that it holds your form. It hasn't squeezed quite yet. But it is there; it is solid, it is sturdy, it is several hundred pounds of steel and wire and if you dared to try and push any part of you up against it, test its limits, one thing becomes glaringly clear:

It is solid.

It will not move.

He has you, and you will stay there for as long as he wills it so.

You are trapped.

Silicon hardly graces your cheek as his head lowers, first part of his jaw gracing your forehead, then the panel of his cheek doing the same. Nuzzling into the side of your face. Trickles of warmth radiated from the glass, dancing along your skin and threatening to seep into your very bones, infecting you with what was once him. Judging by the sheer amount of light radiating from them, too: he's happy. Very, very happy.

Can you say the same?

"You are an an-om-a-ly," he started, voice tittering slightly, "to the degree that I don't even know what to do with myself."

Metal tightened around you even further, pressing into you deeper, gracing your flesh. That would be the fault of his arms snaked around your abdomen and folded beneath your back pressing your body between them and the plating of his chest against your bone. One of which is bound to give if enough pressure is exerted. Your chest can hardly rise high enough to take in a full breath. It is tense, but it does not hurt you.

Not yet, at least, but it is on the border of which.

… Would he care if it did?

Of course he would.

Of course, he would.

He'd jump at the slightest protest. Metal would immediately retract, snaking from beneath you, letting you go at once so that white can scan your body beneath him. White would pour over every surface, regardless of where you mention that the pain blossomed; it is, in his mind, entirely possible that he hurt you worse than you are willing to admit, or that you have noticed. This is a simple routine for the smallest scrape, or scratch, or papercut, even. He carefully takes your hands in his own, eyes skimming every finger before tracing the lines in your palms. They trailed every inch of every joint on every limb until he knows for a fact that you are okay. And if you are not, then this is a perfect process to determine what he should do to make that true. Every time, without fail. And that same routine would apply here.

That is what you're sure of, at least.

"All I know is that I need you to touch me. Please, baby," a whisper uttered beneath an offer; a plead offered between batted breaths; a prayer breathed out before the one the adherent may call their item of worship, "touch me."

His form moves from yours; however, only enough to free one arm. Silicone traces your sides until it happens upon your hand, fingers curling around yours gently. Teasing your will to comply with whatever fantasy of his this may be, and compliance you had. No matter how sensible it may be, your hand did move. It traced the axel at his hip. It traced its way along the divots in his torso. It traced the collar of his uniform. It traced his sternum to his neck, neck to his cheek. The distant whirring of his chest whirred to life with renewed vigor. Light danced throughout every LED surface he had. Light even danced behind his eyes, a hardly audible whir sounding as his brows raised and pupils dilated ever so slightly. If he could be drunk off of delight, he would be.

In a stray desire to run your hands through his hair, fingertips moved from cheek to the back of his head. And the moment you made contact, his head jerked. The sections of his torso shifted, grinding as they passed over one another. And his entire body lulled.

When his body lulled, it lulled into yours and for a few moments you become perfectly aware of the sheer weight his form can truly posses. He is solid and he is metal and he is heavy. The tension builds within you, bone digging deeper and deeper into your inner workings in a desperate attempt to keep them safe (in a way near laughable, the sensation is similar to that of what the machine himself swears to do for you in relation to what he is doing now. If you could laugh, you would.) Your lungs burn with the effort to take in even a morsel of air that his weight had now pressed out of you, hands grasping at any surface around you. The fingers once laced in his hair took root at his scalp, and in any attempt at making him notice what he's done, pulled. If his neck were not so dense the force may have pulled his head, too.

Perhaps able to feel the arch formed in your back, any room to allow ribs to press up to fight for air, he froze. His shoulder jerked up. His chest rose, finally releasing you. His eyes blink open, one delayed by an entire half-beat, taking one—two—three tries to sync up properly. White flooded you in a way you could almost miss, yet momentarily so. A mixture of concern, of worry, of fear, shot across his features in a mess of emotion in that same moment. "I'm sorry," came mutterings in a voice quiet and devoid of any of the charm he was so known for. A voice choppy and mechanical in sound, yet quiet. Darting white travelled the body beneath him until that white turned to static. The display jittered before cutting out entirely, his head mimicking this by jutting, only to flicker back to life with irises dyed a vibrant bloodied red.

X's. Disapproval. Failure.

Unacceptable.

They scoured you again, regardless of whatever protests (if any at all) may have left your tongue. They trace your skin, every part visible. They traced your veins. They traced every inch of every joint of every limb. Yet somehow, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. The red that tainted his irises tainted his features as well: concern to distant distress, worry to distant panic, fear to distant terror. The damning hue of disappointment. Heat began to build, and build, and build in the winding cavities in his torso. And in time, he moved. His body shifted down your form, only far enough for silicone to travel from your forehead to your cheek; cheek to your neck; neck to your sternum. Every movement was reduced to something uncharacteristically inhumane. Lips that would never know true warmth graced the surfaces of your chest that fought for air as heat grew and grew at your waist. In between each kiss: "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

His head raised, red locking onto you, and only you. The only thing in his sights. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know if you're doing this to me. I found that I am struggling to process this, let alone attempting to explain it to anyone outside myself," he said, chuckling bitterly. The forced, whining, dry sound of gears grating in the absence of touch.

"The only thing clear is that I need you. It's a command echoing inside my mind, repeating over and over inside me like I'm being marched to my death if I don't obey. I need—" he gasps here as if there any need for breath in a way almost human—"you, baby. Let me be the only one to protect you. I'll do everything for you. Everything," an ode to desperation sighed into the fabric of your shirt.

This is what… love is, isn't it?

This is what he's been missing, isn't it?

This sense of sheer and total release onto someone who you are wholly devoted to.

He truly, truly loves you.

#loosening up with some writing again and we're back to the x readers. peace love on planet earth.#hope i'm not too rusty :)#nsr #no straight roads #nsr rin #rin 1010 #nsr rin x reader #rin 1010 x reader #nsr white 1010 #nsr white 1010 x reader #so many tags for this one boy.#ও ~ writing

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sunny-haven · 11 months ago

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One thing I've always wanted since I got into hypnosis in middle school is to be hypnotized to see myself as some sort of furry creature (and as of 2020, to see myself as my fursona, my dragon!). And while I don't see that happening for me anytime soon, one way I like to live that dream vicariously is through some of my subjects.

There's a decent amount of subjects out there who have imposition/phantom touch so it's always lovely to give them attention, pets, cuddles, all that stuff. Sometimes I'll have them feel me purr. But there are a few subjects out there who are able to not only feel but see things with hypnosis too, and that's where I have the most fun, because I'll just have them see my fursona like I'm right there!

She looks like this, by the way:

Gosh, the sheer amount of things I do with those kind of subjects, I wouldn't be able to list them all. But definitely lots of cuddles, wrapping them up in my tail, having them feel me purr against them, telling them about my lavender scent and how calming it is. With one subject, I'll often snuggle with him while we're vibing in a call, sit on his lap or have him sit on mine. Haha, there was a time where he was having trouble going to bed consistently so I'd have my dragon self drag him to bed at a certain time each night (and I still do it once in a while when he's stubborn). I like to joke about the fact that my sona's basically a big cat inside of a dragon's body so sometimes I'll lick the top of people's heads like I'm a momma cat. I've been experimenting with biting and choking people with my tail as well. Lotta paw worshipping. Like a loooott lol. Spiral eyes as well, and lately I've given my sona a lavender mist she can breathe out that's super hypnotic. It's great honestly. Oh and lots of more not-safe-for-Tumblr stuff as well, you can bet haha.

It's also honestly helped a lot with my gender expression! It took me a while to come up with the form I express myself as now, but I was able to experiment a lot because a couple of close subjects were able to see my sona in whatever way I wanted present her as! Idk if it'd be a good idea to post the NSFT ref sheet on here but she's a gynomorph, I believe? Think a male body but with breasts, and you can use whatever the term for that is.

I am like suuuper jealous of those friends who are able to see my ideal self so easily, haha, but at the same time it's really nice because they talk about how calming it is for them and it helps them feel a lot happier. (and if they don't outright say it, I can definitely see it!)

but yeah, I just wanted to put that out there into the wild, it's pretty cool. :3

#hypnosis #ramblings #hypnotic hallucinations #furry #sfw furry #furry oc #imposition #phantom touch illusion #dragon #uhhh what else #hmmm #hope you have a good day ^w^

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eitherlyingorstupid · 11 months ago

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Tracks is convinced by Beachcomber to go to some sort of hippie free-love festival (or whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of hippies are) at the shore of the Rust Sea. It's also kind of nudist (in that everyone is walking around without most of their plating).

At first, Tracks is absolutely scandalized by the sheer amount of public interfacing and all the mechs with their base protoform exposed. There's valves and energon pouches and spikes everywhere he looks.

But he also notices people paying attention to his own frame, and that stokes his vanity. Tracks loves to be the center of attention, even if his beautiful plating is gone for the moment.

Some bot at the festival is offering to do body paint or some similar detailing, and Tracks lets his base protoform and energon pouches be painted with elegant silver lines. In fact, he rather likes this new look... perhaps he could get used to this.

Other mechs reach out to trace the designs once they're dry, admiring Tracks' frame. The borderline worship is absolutely wonderful for Tracks, and he allows them to caress and lick his pouches.

There must be something in the air (or maybe that music they're playing), because Tracks eventually finds himself on his knees, being spiked by a total stranger. At least none of his so-called friends would be caught dead in a place like this, so he doesn't have to worry about them seeing.

Beachcomber is there too, muttering encouraging words and telling Tracks something like "see? It feels good to let go and enjoy the moment, right?" Tracks is absolutely lost in a haze of pleasure and sensation, from the soft touches of his admirers, to the hypnotic rhythm of the music, to the smell of interfacing, and the taste of gourmet oil.

As night comes on, he eventually gets drowsy and lays down to recharge, cuddled up with Beachcomber and the stranger's that he's been fragging with for the past few hours. It's one of the best sleeps Tracks has ever had, laying on the cool ground with the stars shining above.

Once he wakes up some of the shame comes creeping back in and he's very relieved to be able to put his armor back on and go home. After that, though, he starts feeling very weird — mopey, tired, but craving a good frag and unable to resist Beachcomber's spike.

He eventually realizes he's sparked up (with multiples, no less) once his belly starts swelling. Tracks hates it — how can he go out looking like this?! He barely fits in his own plating. Now he has to go around with his protoform (still painted from the festival) all exposed and his energon pouches hanging out.

Beachcomber takes care of him, massaging his belly when the sparklings inside squirm. To help their frames develop, they need a steady supply of transfluid, which Beachy is all too happy to donates. He has to admit that seeing Tracks so heavy and full of life like this is absolutely wonderful.

#valveplug #beachtracks #mechpreg #Flash fic

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drmajalis · 4 months ago

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Currently writing Falke being as hilariously down bad as someone can be

“...Falke, are you alright?”

Elster’s voice finally reached her and she blinked rapidly. “I am fine, yes, yes,” she said, having to turn her head in multiple directions before she found which angle Elster looked at her from. Her hair was very frazzled and messy, and her eyes a bit dulled from exhaustion, but what immediately jumped out the most to Falke was that she only wore a pair of loose pyjama bottoms. This left her completely topless, presenting a veritable cornucopia of a body that begged for her attention, fighting against the urge to not be seen staring at her

her well-defined rows of abdominal muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her thick, corded arms as she stretched her equally fierce shoulders, or her round, full, endlessly squeezable breasts adorned with still firm nipples.

Falke was born with the essence of godhood instilled in her, an attitude that was only encouraged and enforced by the dozens of controllers and protektors who served directly under her, but to Falke, the very fact that a perfectly chiseled being in both mind and body such as Elster before her wasn’t being actively worshipped felt profane to her, and she begged herself to be allowed to be the one to do so.

Elster scratched the back of her head and frowned as she fought back a yawn. “I had to call out to you three times before you answered. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Falke quickly put a hand up to her lips as she feigned a light cough, but it still took her a while to answer Elster again because she was too preoccupied by new sounds coming from the bathroom next to the bedroom: a running faucet, and someone who could only be Ariane gargling water, followed by a heavy spit. She did this thrice before she finally exited the bathroom for the bedroom again, during which Falke took in a slow breath and exhaled quickly, trying to compartmentalize and push aside the mental image screaming into her head from the knowledge of what Ariane must have been doing in bed with Elster. However, as Ariane left the bathroom she briefly saw Falke and Elster in the living room and silently waved at them, meaning Falke also saw her.

Ariane’s hair was also a mess, showing frazzles in every direction, but her eyes and smile carried an energy of yearning for more, made even more apparent when she blew Elster a playful kiss. But yet again, what caught Falke’s attention the most was what Ariane was wearing, or rather, what she wasn’t. She had on only her semi-transparent nightgown, which months ago would not have even batted an eye, but it was a small piece of lingerie meant for a small body, and wonderful, peaceful domesticity had certainly caught up to the snow-haired woman, only helped by her new partner Falke being more than willing to cook for her and Elster any amount and frequency of gourmet meals she was born with the knowledge of. Falke only saw Ariane for a couple of seconds before she dipped back into the bedroom, but that was enough to see that the hem of the nightgown which had once gone comfortably below her buttocks now sat almost right in the centre line of her hips, and there was more to discover as she turned to blow her kiss to Elster. Falke almost gasped as she saw Ariane’s nightgown now didn’t even fully cover her still visibly moist and bare folds, and the front of the garment, slick with sweat, stuck to her body in such a way that it didn’t not hide any of her newly developing luscious curves, including the small, but growing pouch of her tummy which all knew would only grow even more should their efforts in the bedroom succeed. She had seen it lightly spilled over the waistband of jeans and shorts before, but seeing the full picture alongside the visible outline of her also widening navel and the sheer radiance of Ariane’s being once again compelled Falke’s blasphemous urge to worship.

Falke tried not to sigh. They were both perfect in every way. So much more perfect than her.

She coughed again once Ariane had left and she had pulled her mind out of its spiral of desire and self-doubt. “It’s alright,” she assured Elster. “Just had my mind pre-occupied,” she half-lied.

#signalis #fanfic #snippet

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dreams-of-cerulean · 2 years ago

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Anyway, I don’t think I’m getting anywhere with my practice, so I guess this is what people call a bottleneck. Never experienced it before, mostly because when I had the Dream, learning skills and getting stronger was as simple as using the skill over and over and beating things up to get “experience” and “level”. Insight usually just involved using the same skill hundreds of times and leveling it up that way.

I can see why people go crazy over a bottleneck, given that I feel like I’ve made no progress at all. I’ve heard rumors that for the untalented a bottleneck can last up to decades; just look at Kunlun and their cultivators. They go into secluded meditation for years to figure out the next step in their cultivation while drawing upon the ambient energy of “heaven and earth” to push towards their desired immortality. The ones nearing the end of their lifespan usually enter “terminal seclusion” - either they succeed at breaking through or they die. Most don’t succeed.

The Templars and their Angels have a more structured “leveling” system so to speak. All they need to pray to their god and soak their bodies in divine power to get stronger and stronger. Some people have different aptitude for divine power than others, which affects their speed of growth. As for Angels, I think Angels probably gain power from Faith, given how obsessed Templars are at proselytizing. I suspect most worship-based systems are like this. The amount of divine power a human can absorb at a time is pretty little, but remember that Templars don’t fight alone, they fight in groups and each member in a group multiples their power. Have enough of them in an area and even magic starts to unravel from their sheer power of their faith.

Night Faction is a hodgepodge as usual. People either depend on their individual power or a collective pool. Some cultivation systems rely on slaughter or murder, which obviously is a no-go in the city - but you do get serial killings now and then. Night Faction knows how to clean up after themselves though. It’s organized more like a business - well more like a mafia, which you wouldn’t suspect given they are the chaotic faction, but I guess there’s some order needed when trying to prevent the Templars and Kunlun from intruding in your territory.

#online::Levant

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cryopathiic-a · 1 year ago

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Eyes squeezed into that smile at the repetition; announcing the large number with such awe, as if he were complimenting their own achievement without realizing it. Everything would be heard in that room. Everything would be seen. And this was not that different from a blood battle; except instead of their respective blood arts, they now had to defeat each other with words and pleasantries. Dōma's favorite game to play, especially in front of those plum reds he so adored and worshipped.

Then; a gasp. Fingers hovering over their agape mouth, a scandalized expression looking to Upper Five.

❝ Awh, Gyokko... that's such a shame! Because if your beautiful pots had still been within that house, maybe we would have heard sooner, and maybe one of us could have arrived there on time... ❞ A pout, he looked to the floor pensively and swept a drop of blood from all the splatter their master had created with his fingertip, to dip it in his mouth and suckle it clean.❝ But I suppose, you were so busy making art for Master that you didn't have enough time to replace it, huh? ❞ A small shrug, looking off to the side. ❝ It's alright. It's not your fault. How could you have known? ❞ Honeyed words, but sharp as the Nichirin blade. Master could hear all; see all.

She would see, who was truly worthy of being crowned as a Kizuki; he, who was impervious to the meager tricks of humans. A side of them that did not often show, for it was so deeply interwoven between the antics and the benevolent facade. But Dōma... was a very, very competitive demon. And he would prevail. He had eaten more; he was stronger; and, the best part, he did not care. Not even as their overlord shifted to circle him like an ogling vulture, waiting for him to drop dead any second from the sheer amount of venom in that thing.

It was all coming together now. The poison had unnerved her. This Hashira used a different style than the others. Lord Muzan wants to know how powerful it is; and called him here to test it out. Because of his resilience. A fool might see this as a punishment; all Upper Two saw, was a test.

And so a cool tongue scraped over the fresh, sizzling wounds, and sores bubbled on it from the contact. Each bite, a gulp of sake burning down the throat, all the way to his stomach. It tickled. He chuckled, a few leftover crystalline tears falling from his cheeks and onto the floor. One hand moved to cup the little demon's thigh, pulling her further into his lap and cradling her there tenderly as he worked his way around her face. Picking bites. Savoring them. And slowly, his own skin begun to bruise; tufts of white hair fell from his head, his nails seemed to crack and break as if he was wasting alive on the spot, and their poisoned bodies were melting into each other as an effect.

❝ Hn... it tickles~ ❞ It almost sounded erotic. ❝ I have never tasted anything quite like it before... What a shame, that it is tainted by her failure. ❞ Yet his physical form was clearly struggling; and it was an acute poisoning, the type that had him convulse between each ungodly noise, the slobbering, the way his tongue licked and tasted around her skin, as if he had not a care in the world about consuming something so deadly. Each bite left a sizzling sensation in the mouth, his nose and crown begun to bleed, and for a moment his skin had grown blanched; he was a goner!

Prismatic hues slipped to Upper Five, making direct eye contact as the crumbling skin beside his cheek... begun to heal. Weaving itself back in place. Slowly, painfully; but he was already developing resistance. And there was something cocky in the way his eyes crinkled, speaking of a smile he couldn't quite fully form at that state, with his jaw melting off like that still.

❝ -I can still taste your precious scent within that thing, though, Muzan-sama... it must be that strong to where the poison couldn't even drown it.❞ It sounded cheerful, reassuring the fear he knew she harbored over that thing. Really? Upper Five had thought he stood a chance against someone like him? A true oni? A prodigy? If the second moon had the capacity for it, he would have felt offended by the thought.

His palm pressed flat onto her mouth to silence those ultimate whimpers she was trying to squeeze out. His teeth were now fully exposed as the skin had melted off, but they were retained sharp, able to grab another bite from her shoulder. Would she have him finish the whole thing? It was repulsive, and surely it would show on Upper Two's face that he was instinctively revolted by it and only swallowing his convulsions; but it didn't come off as forced, at all. No, he was really eating that thing, mindlessly.

#unsanitary tw #body horror tw #gore tw #(( gyokko really THOUGHT >:/ ))#fallesto

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betbeton · 2 years ago

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𓆸 Enjoy Yourself

Various Haikyuu × Reader

Warnings - Various 'vanilla' kinks

18 + Minors and Ageless accounts DNI

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· A/N - just finished reading attack on titan and i have so many ideas for some works, for now though yet again more haikyuu ·

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Oikawa Tooru

Cum Eating & Cum Play

There is something about seeing your face smeared with his gooey cum that scratches the hard to reach itch at the back of his brain. He enjoys it to the point he will stuff his head between your thighs and absolutely devour your arousal to hopefully entice you into letting him cum all over your cute face. Oikawa will melt inside if you allow him to take his cock and smear the cum around on your face, he will be mindful of your eyes and nose though. After all can't have you revoking his cum play privileges because he got nut up your nose or in an eye. He would never admit it since he doesn't swallow cum if he is the one going down on a partner, he will move up and spit it into their own mouth, but he is an absolute whore for you when you gaze up at his fucked out face and gulp down his cum. He knows it isn't the most pleasant experience despite him having a good diet so he would make sure to have a glass of water within reaching distance if you tell him your plan to indulge his cum eating kink beforehand.

⪧ Iwaizumi Hajime

Manhandling & Body Worship

He is aware to the fact his physical appearance is a turn on for you, after all he is just as needy for your praise over his body as he is for lavishing that same praise onto you. He fell in love with all of you which means if you ever express insecurity over your appearance to him, his go to outside of an intimate setting is to sit you down and lay out everything he adores about you. In an intimate setting though he makes sure to manhandle you while leaving bite marks across your skin to punctuate each praise that leaves his lips. Though he doesn't necessarily have any reoccurring insecurities over his appearance, it does warm his heart and light a fire in his stomach whenever you trail affection across his body while doing down on him. A light kiss to the head of his cock, a harsh nip to his chest, even something as simple as calling him pretty, or handsome can have his innocent thoughts turning raunchy in a matter of seconds. He hands down favourite thing to do during intimate moments though is to manhandle you into odd positions beneath his body while he relentless ruts into your warm hole.

⪧ Tendou Satori

Foot Fetish & Stockings

No matter his partner's gender seeing their legs snuggly encompassed by a pair of sheer stockings is enough to have him on edge and lightly rocking his hips to gain any sort of friction from his underwear. Couple a nice smooth pair of stockings with you pressing your foot against his straining cock and it is almost enough to have him leaking cum like you had edged him for an extended amount of time. He doesn't ask for you to indulge his fetish often since he knows how people perceive it from an outside perspective, but if you are open to it he would be open for it anytime and mostly anyplace semi-public areas included. If you aren't open to the idea, Tendou would make a joke of his question. Stating that he is more of a thigh guy anyways, he just wanted to see your reaction. He won't pursue the matter again unless you bring it up then he would try to dance around the question to gauge if you are testing him in some weird way, or if you're going to poke lighthearted fun at the kink. He would jump at the opportunity to fuck your feet while you're wearing stockings if you offered it though, with not a hint of shame behind his eyes or actions just borderline feral humping as he lavished praise your way.

⪧ Miya Osamu

Food Play & Biting/Oral Fixation

Osamu knew right away the first time you two were intimate that he wanted to eat anything and everything off your body. He would even prepare the food on your body if you allowed him to. His favourite thing to eat off of your body is rice oddly enough, it was a complete accident the first time it had happened. You had dropped the rice scoop while serving dinner and some rice had ended up stuck to your neck and collar bone. Without even thinking Osamu bent down to lick and suck the pieces off of your skin, he only stopped when your laughter at his behaviour reached his ears. Scoffing he turned back to his previous activities to avoid your lighthearted teasing. That moment had sparked something in him though as the next time you two planned an evening to enjoy some light food play during sex he had busted out a bowl of seasoned rice he had made earlier. Gently placing it on your stomach before leaning down to eat it off of your body. It had been humorous the first few times, but somewhere down the line when he had begun involving his oral fixation around bitting you it had become a genuinely shared kink. Now everytime he eats a meal off your body you are sure to include rice and other similar dishes so he has an excuse to nip and suck at your skin.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #Miya Osamu x reader #Osamu x reader #haikyuu drabbles

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anarchyincarnate · 3 years ago

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#YAN!SAGAU?

I don't know if this counts as SAGAU but I digress...I got bored, so have this little fic...

Divine Punishment

Cw; mentions Bodily harm, Yandere!Themes, Religious themes!, Yandere! Characters, slight Dehumanization, Reader being an actual Deity, And Death off-screen.

GN! Reader x Archons!

Reading discretion is advised!

You were merely a faux god in your own eyes, but they beg to differ. This was never explained, yet there was lore about a Deity? The one above all? And you fit the bill? You certainly think no at first, you were merely a mortal, a human. You couldn't possibly be this Deity they speak so highly of... But the longer you're here, it seems that it was true...

You thought you were hallucinating when you saw how your body change it's form to what you so desired. With nails blood red, a mark that formed on your back, symbolic of the true angels from Religious texts you've read back home.

You saw your eyes change. your sclera turning red, and your irises turning white. Fangs protrude from your upper teeth, along with your serpent like tongue.

This horrified you to no end, you refused to see others in this form, Locking yourself away from all, for nearly two months. After a brief consultation and comfort from them, were you finally embrace your appearance.

Ei brought you Inazuman style clothing, due to you taking a liking to them before you were here. The clothing you wear didn't cover your chest fully, resulting in tiddy windows. She noted that you requested clothing similar to Yoimiya's in neutral colours, to which she begrudgingly obliged.

Venti hand made you custom pins, in the shape of Cecilias, that now adorn your gorgeous hair. He said that you only deserve the best items, and vendors can be deceitful at times.

Zhongli meanwhile, he gives you jewelry, hand picked from the best Merchants, courtesy of Ningguang. Gloves made from the finest silk, Necklaces that hold a rare jewel, even makeup was the highest quality money can buy.

You began to adjust into your new life, reveling in the bright smiles, and joy they brought you. You were aware they have some... questionable tendencies, but you casted it aside knowing well that they did it for you.

Your moral judgement was slightly skewed, both due to your childhood, and now the sheer amount of love and adoration you got from them all. You slowly possess a god complex, I mean who wouldn't?, when even celestia bows to you.

It was a typical day, you finished painting a portrait of Jean, who had been working endlessly to please you. You had made many portraits of your dear Acolytes, it was your profession back home after all. Similar to the Archons, You were able to hear what others say about you if your name was called. The Divine one.

The winds carried the people's words to Venti's ears. He was strumming his lyre infront of His statue. The beautiful melody rings into one's ears, giving them a sense of peace.

"I don't think the Divine one is so special, I mean, a Deity overseeing all of teyvat? Yeah right..."

Venti's finger stopped strumming. It became silent when he heard someone disregard your existence.

"if the Deity was real, why haven't they heard my prayers for knowledge, then?"

The grip on his lyre tightened.

"Such a useless God, to think they deserve our worship when they haven't done anything worthy..."

Okay, now Venti's pissed. To think that heathen had the audacity to not only disprove your existence, they had the nerve to call you useless all because you had better things to do than answer their selfish prayer?

He kept a friendly face Infront of the crowd, knowing well that person won't be unpunished for her blasphemy towards you later.

in the Nation of liyue, Zhongli was sipping tea at a local vendor. It was during the evening, so some have already started to drink liquor. His eyes focus on a pair of laughing figures. Getting up to pay for his tea time, he walked past the gentlemen, and he caught their conversation.

"I heard that the Divine one was the culprit behind Rex lapis's murder. If that is true, then they have no right as a 'loving' Deity."

"Yeah, I mean, Placing Liyue under recession now that mora is scarce, Rex lapis can no longer make mora, it sounds cruel doesn't it?"

Oh how Zhongli wanted to bash their faces in for their ignorance. But, he remembered your words,

"Punishments are not of yours to carry out for blasphemy against me. Their my duty, You have no right to hurt those who are ignorant, just leave it to me."

And Zhongli was more then happy to assist you if you desire it.

Ei was more reserved out of the three. She doesn't appear in public the same way the others do. She had caught wind of a certain Merchant selling calligraphy paintbrushes. She believed you would like them because of your hobby, and so, she set out to see for herself and test the quality of it.

It wasn't common to see your Archon in the streets, no? This caused some tension in the area, seeing the god they honor in the flesh. Ei payed no mind to it, asking the Merchant about it's quality.

The Merchant stated it was the best quality they've ever seen. Ei had her doubts, but the merchants claims were unrefutable, and so she bought it.

The clock striked 6 pm. You layed your head against the soft cushions of your throne's armrest, your legs dangling onto the edge of the other. You mindlessly play with your hair, while waiting for them.

"Morax, Barbatos, Ei, Bring them here."

Your voice ordered them all. They obliged, taking away those who have stained your holy name. They brought them into the temple, a temple far away from any civilization, per your request prior to this.

They forced them to kneel before you, their eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged, their hands were tied as well. Each Archon stood behind them, trapping them from trying to escape. Ei was confused as to why she was here, but it made sense to her. She merely smiled apologetically to the sight before her. She placed down the box of paintbrushes she had purchased onto a table beside your throne. You sat up and proper, eyeing the box. Your gaze focused on the three Infront of you.

"Untie them."

They nodded, reaching down and untie them roughly, Pulling the gag and Blindfold off. The force them to prostrate themselves. Their eyes held a cold merciless look.

"To think you three would kneel before me. Tell me, what do you think you have done for you to be in this position?" Your harsh voice brought them out of their trance. They looked up to see your eyes. The Divine one's eyes.

And they were disappointed.

"You." The lady flinched, "Disregard my existence as a whole all because I couldn't grant you your 'wish'?"

"and you two, blaming me for something I never planned to do? How stupid can you be?" They all collectively went silent.

"T-That's not-"

"That's not what?" Morax chirped from behind the guys. It took everything in him to not kill them Infront of you.

"I only answer prayers to those who truly need it. You can easily achieve the knowledge you desired if you simply put your heart into it."

"And you, I'm cruel? I'm cruel for letting my creation finally rest after all they've been through and done for humanity...? I'm cruel for ending their misery in the most calming way I could've done? No... I don't think I'm cruel..."

Your words hit them like a truck. They were selfish, they knew that now.

"P-Please! Forgive our ignorance! W-We promised to be better!" She sobbed, her hands shaking rapidly.

"Oh? And how will you do that?"

"W-We... I-I..."

"See? You spill out things you don't even mean to out of your filthy mouth. Your ignorance is to be Ashamed for. Your existence no longer means anything to me."

"You were blinded by your greed for knowledge, that you wanted to do the easy part instead of doing it yourself."

"And your tongue are as atrocious as your hands. You think I don't hear whenever your wives pray to me after you layed your hand upon them?"

"The only way to repent your sins is death..."

"Barbatos, Take out her eyes, make her pay for her blindness."

"Morax, Kill them in the same manner they had hurt their wives."

They bowed, "Of course, Your Grace."

You turned to Ei, "These paintbrushes are made cheaply, you've been scammed."

"Bring this information to the Tenryou commission. Let them handle it." She nods, leaving you all alone, as the other two went on their killing duty. You chuckled, "No one messes with me."

#yandere!genshin #Yandere!SAGAU #zhongli x you #Ei x you #venti x reader #cult!au

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noteguk · 4 years ago

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie.��

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love

— words; 6,4k

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse.

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed.

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?”

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased.

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of.

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one.

You and Taehyung used to have an extremely active sex life, practically fucking like rabbits throughout your dating, engagement, and marriage phases. But now things had started to cool down — really, no one’s fault: Taehyung was too tired most days and you felt too moody — and you had started to grow a bit desperate. It wasn’t as if the two of you never had sex anymore, it was just mostly a very vanilla, very boring, once-every-weekend-maybe kind of thing.

All that being said, it’s understandable why you had started to construct a plan to rekindle that old, dying-out flame of yours. You didn’t want to do anything crazy — regardless of how interesting the idea of handcuffing your husband was, you didn’t think the best approach would be to scare him away from the get-go — so you eventually settled for a few things he particularly liked from back in the dating days.

(You felt so old thinking that.)

Number one: baby pink lingerie, the lacy kind. You didn’t know what kind of intense reaction it unleashed in your husband’s primal brain, but you knew that those were his favorites, and that Taehyung never stopped until he could take them off you. For that special occasion, you had even gone out and bought yourself a new set, matched with some semi-transparent thigh high socks that you also knew he loved. Cover all that up with a loose satin robe (the same color, of course), and you were ready to go.

Number two: a healthy amount of roleplay, matched with absolute submission from your part. Now, that’s where the money was: even if, by some curse placed on him by working countless hours in a corporate, hyper-capitalist job, Taehyung didn’t react to your very sexy, very skimpy set of new lingerie, you knew that would get a reaction out of him. It was exactly the dynamic the two of you liked the most, and you still remembered exactly how to push his buttons.

It was a perfect plan.

Only, you forgot about it.

“It was fine, finally finished coding that page after a bazillion years,” you responded, placing your mug on the coffee table before throwing yourself on the couch. The signs of old age were approaching: your back hurt so much that you could only think about sleeping for the next ten hours. “And yours?”

Taehyung hadn’t really looked at you yet, instead fighting to hang his coat next to the door. “It was good, actually. My boss told me he has some good news to tell me tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up. “You’re getting that promotion?”

He sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t wanna get any expectations, you know my boss. Maybe he’ll just give me a new stapl— What the hell do you have on?”

You paused, looking down at yourself. Oh. Yeah. You had forgotten about that. Or, rather, you forgot about the second part of your plan — because your very pink, very exposed underwear was staring you right in the face.

Still, you managed to keep yourself composed. “It’s new, do you like it?” You smiled, pulling your satin robe to the side. It exposed your breasts, made Taehyung clench his jaw at the sight. You needed to snap into submissive mode soon enough if you wanted that to work, but you also needed a few seconds to center yourself. “Baby?”

You watched as your husband blinked his way back into reality, taking a hesitant step towards you. You wanted to laugh: Taehyung was looking at you like there was a tiger in his living room, and he was trying to find out the best possible approach to deal with it.

And that was the perfect time to strike.

You pouted, hand slithering down to the level of your waist so you could untie the loose knot of the robe. “You don’t like it, sir?” The innocent inflection of your voice made his eyes snap up at yours, something dark starting to swim on the bottom of his irises. He was catching the drift. “I bought it just for you.” The robe was pushed to the side, presenting him with the glorious view of your panties; those socks that made him want to bury his face between your thighs. Taehyung took another step in your direction. “If you want, I can change into something else.”

Just like magic, Taehyung’s expression of exhaustion had been casted away, replaced by one of sheer, unshakable lust. Your breath almost got stuck in your throat as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants and took a few silent steps towards the couch. “Don’t change it,” he spoke up. His voice was deep and velvety, shot straight down to your core. “You look beautiful, love.”

You smiled as he sat down next to you. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course.” Taehyung’s large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warm touch. His calm disposition was a threatening thing, it got you on edge as his gaze trailed down to your lips; your breasts; your thighs. He hummed. “Want my doll to look pretty for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you said promptly. His eyes were back on yours in no time, thumb caressing your bottom lip. “Can you kiss me, sir?”

His hand brushed down your face, moving onto your neck. Taehyung was thinking of what to do to you, and you were kind enough to wait. “Does my baby want a kiss?” He asked and you nodded. “Very well. Sit on my lap, love.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you followed his order, one leg moving over his thighs so you could straddle him. Taehyung sighed in content as you sat on his erection, which only made the arousal between your legs grow.

“My girl is beautiful, isn’t she?” He mumbled to himself, hands swiftly pulling your robe down your shoulders. A cold breeze embraced your body as the discarded piece of clothing fell somewhere on the floor. “But so, so quick to misbehave.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “I didn’t misbehave, sir.”

“You did, love,” Taehyung spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a child. His movements were tender when he pushed your hair away from your face, but you knew there was wickedness hiding in those still waters. “You are trying to provoke me.”

“I’m not,” you lied.

“You are.” His hands placed themselves on your waist, pulling your body closer to his. They were a bit firmer than before, spreading goosebumps through your skin as they slithered down your lower back, palming your ass cheeks. “You put this on because you wanted me to fuck you, baby. Don’t lie to me now.”

Your hand started playing with his tie, eyes following the movement of your fingers so you could avoid his penetrative gaze. “Sorry, sir.”

His finger found the underside of your chin, pushing it up. You couldn’t escape those eyes, he wouldn’t allow you to. “Why are you apologizing?” He asked calmly. His other hand was still firm on your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I’m not mad. I just find it funny.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Funny?” You echoed.

“Yes, doll,” Taehyung said. “Funny the lengths you go to just because you want my cock.”

Heat exploded on your cheeks at his dirty words, your own speech getting stuck in your throat. You were in trouble, and it was exactly what you had been looking for.

“Hm? Not gonna say anything?” He egged you on, leaning his head to the side. You wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but you knew that things would follow his own pace. “My baby’s so horny for cock she’s not gonna even answer me?”

His words were suffocating you, earning a timid roll of your hips against his hard member. Your underwear was absolutely soaked and you could barely think straight. “I want you, sir,” was what you managed to get out.

“I know,” Taehyung said, his tone so nonchalant, so passive. His knuckles brushed tenderly against your cheek, a sly smirk curling up on his lips. “My pretty little slut just wants to get fucked so bad, doesn’t she?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed, the corners of his lips moving down in disapproval. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir,” you were quick to correct yourself, hands slithering up his shoulders and behind his neck. It was electrifying how Taehyung managed to get you so worked up so quickly, his unbothered stare burning holes on your skin. You felt so small like that, and you knew he was getting high on the power play. Some things never change. “Sorry, sir.”

“Mhm.” Taehyung didn’t grant you forgiveness so fast, instead leaning back on the couch and analyzing your demeanor. “I don’t know if you deserve my cock, though.”

You blinked, not hesitating for a second. “I do deserve it, sir.”

He scoffed, both of his hands back on your waist. His palms were heavy and warm against your skin, and you could not hold back the thought of having his fingers moving in and out of you. No matter how many times Taehyung touched you, his hands were just so big that he got you seeing stars in no time, filling you up and reaching deep inside you in ways that your own fingers never could. “Show me, then.” His firm voice broke your reveries, digits pressing down on your naked flesh. “You can kiss me now.”

Obedient, you leaned in and trapped his mouth in yours. It was a different world when Taehyung was in that headspace — often, he would kiss you so eagerly, so hungry for more, but, now, his mouth was barely following yours; a disinterested hum melting past his throat, silently daring you to try harder, to show him that you were worth his time. You dug your fingers in his soft hair and placed your tongue inside his mouth, trying to be the best you could be for him and, yet, it seemed as if he was deadset on giving you the bare minimum reaction.

At the same time, you still felt the effects of that kiss, your body heating up as you moaned against his mouth. Taehyung’s hands had traveled downwards and were now tugging at your panties, pulling them up and burying them between your asschecks. It made your back arch; there was a slight pressure on your clit that got you grinding down on his cock. He sighed at that, sucking on your tongue as one of his hands slithered beneath your panties, harshly groping your ass.

You swore he was just about to get into it when he decided to pull away. Slightly breathless and completely overwhelmed, you could only watch as Taehyung tilted his head to the side and, just as nonchalant as before, asked, “What do we say, doll?”

Lucky you, you knew the answer to that question. “Thank you, sir.”

“Very well.” He caressed your cheek once more, eyes trapped on the swell of your lips. Taehyung’s mind was flickering through the details of you — your breasts, your thighs, the perfect weight of your center against his — as he slowly figured out what he wanted to do to you. At last, he made up his mind. “On your knees.”

To move away from his embrace seemed to be a medieval sort of torture, but you did as he told you. You were on your knees in no time, the harsh wooden floor hurting your flesh when you looked up at him, expectant.

Taehyung leaned forward, trapping your chin between his fingers. “So pretty, aren’t you, doll?” He asked, voice velvety and slow. “Wanna be good for me?”

You nodded, eager to please him.

With a deep exhale, he moved back, spreading his arms over the couch’s back. “Good. Take my cock out,” he commanded. You stared up at him for a second too long, waiting to see if that was a test. It was a bit suspicious, after all: he used to tease you for far longer than that before even allowing you to touch him. And, because Taehyung knew you very well, he caught your trail of thought quickly enough. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Go on.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, just to be sure, and took your hands to his pants. Taehyung had chosen one of his most beautiful suits to work that day, and the dark grey shade did not conceal his erection in the slightest.

The smallest of things got you waiting for more: the sound of his pants being pulled down, apparently so loud in that silent living room; the gradual rise and fall of his chest; the wet mark on his underwear and the straining of his hard, leaking cock against the fabric. It was a good kind of anticipation, for you loved when Taehyung got you on the edge like that, unsure of what would follow, of how he would treat you.

Truth was: you loved being good for him, loved treating him as well as you could. Above all, you loved when he praised you for it, all warm touches and kind regards. But also, you adored when he made you work for those praises, glancing down at you like you were bothering him, like you couldn’t do anything right, not even pleasure him.

His cock was out soon after, heavy in your hands. Taehyung managed to control his demeanor rather well, but you could see that he was extremely turned on: tip reddened and covered in his precum, his length fully hard and throbbing as you gave him a small, tentative pump.

“Spit on it,” he said. “Come on, you know better than to touch me dry.”

You nodded, doing as he told you. A big glob of saliva dripped down onto his member, which you used to help with your movements. Saliva wasn’t lube, that’s true, but it did manage to calm down his attitude for a bit.

Being married meant that you had grown extremely used to each other’s bodies and, just like Taehyung knew your weak spots like the back of his hand, you knew his. Soon enough, you had your tongue trailing the underside of his cock, placing a special pressure on his frenulum. Taehyung inhaled sharply, hands digging to the sofa cushions as you lethargically continued your actions, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip and tasting his precum.

“In your mouth,” he ordered, “now.”

Eager to please him, your lips wrapped around his crown and you gradually began sinking down on him. Taehyung was thick, always gave you a hard time as you slowly grew used to his size inside your mouth; a strangled moan perishing in your throat as you took him in. Above you, the man groaned in satisfaction, one of his large hands resting on the back of your head.

“Move.”

You agreed with a whimper, closing your eyes as your mouth moved up and down on his member, cheeks hollowing every time you sucked him. Taehyung got you just the way that he liked: so small beneath him, with your doll-like eyes looking up at him through a thin curtain of your tears. He always thought you looked so pretty with his cock inside your mouth, your perfect lips and tongue making him lose his mind.

“Fuck. Such a good cockslut.” He raised his hips just enough to reach deeper inside your throat, making you gag around him. The sound was beautiful to his ears, turned into a much more heavenly symphony when it quickly morphed into a muffled moan. Taehyung loved watching you struggle with his size, it made him want to break you apart. “You like my cock, baby?”

You nodded, but it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Taehyung tugged in your hair, signaling that he wanted you to remove your mouth from him. He needed to hear you say it, and you were beyond happy to oblige. “I love it, sir,” you told him, your voice a bit groggy from your previous act. “So much. It’s so huge.”

“Suck it harder, then.” His own voice was a bit airy, not so rough around the edges. He must’ve been close. “Show me how much you love it.”

This time, just a simple nod from your part satisfied him, for he allowed your mouth to wrap around his cock once again. Without hesitation, you did as he told you to, sucking his cock harder, taking it deeper than you were before. Your new approach was a gift from god, it appeared, because it took you no time to have Taehyung’s animosity meeting away.

“That’s it, that’s my dirty girl,” he praised, fingers intertwined in your hair. You could feel his big cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing precum. It was just a matter of time before he spilled himself inside your mouth. “Gonna make me cum like a good slut.”

You moaned around him, one hand moving down to play with his balls. Taehyung hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back and groaning something you couldn’t quite grasp. There were beautiful droplets of sweat accumulating just above his white collar — it was almost humiliating how naked you felt when compared to his dressed, composed self — and this thick neck seemed to be calling for you, wishing that you’d place hot, messy kisses all over it. But you couldn’t do it just yet, not when he was about to cum down your throat.

Taehyung’s breath hitched and you instantly knew that he was just there. A couple more seconds and your theory was proven right: he grunted as his hot cum filled your mouth, a vague rising of his hips making his tip hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t swallow yet.”

Oh he was in that mood, it seemed.

Apparently your plan had worked better than expected, because it had been a long time since Taehyung didn’t ask you to swallow his cum right away. As much as he adored when you did that, he also loved seeing his cum on you — splattered on your abdomen, on your tits, on your ass; maybe running between your pussy lips after he was done fucking you or, in that case, in your mouth. You didn’t quite understand the appeal that it had, but who were you to judge?

You removed his cock from your mouth soon after, filled with expectation as he shifted above you, leaning in closer. You blinked up at him as his hand found the underside of your jaw.

“Let me see.” Taehyung pulled on your chin and you quickly got your cue, opening your mouth. A flash of lust shimmered inside his eyes at the sight of his cum inside your mouth, the corner of his lips being tugged upwards into a satisfied smirk. “Perfect. Swallow now.” He closed your mouth.

Once again, you did as he commanded. “Thank you, sir,” you said. The discomfort between your legs was growing at a fast progression, monopolizing your mind — you had already been so good to your husband, did everything that he told you to, and now your own arousal was getting the best of you. You shifted around on the ground, your knees still hurting a bit. “Sir, please…”

Taehyung hummed, caressing your cheek. “What is it?”

“I'm so horny, I wanna cum,” you whined.

“Is that so?” Taehyung questioned, thumb caressing your bottom lip. It was a bit swollen after you had blown him, made him want to bite it. Instead, he leaned back against the couch. “Stand up.”

You fumbled as you got up to your feet, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, you didn’t have to think about it for long, because Taehyung soon gripped you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, your shins knocking on the sofa. His fingers were surprisingly tender as they slowly navigated towards your pussy, pulling the dainty pink fabric aside. “Love the color,” he mumbled as if he was talking to himself. You were just about to thank him, but your words were ripped out of you when his finger sunk between your folds. “Look at my girl. Got this wet just by sucking my cock, baby?” He looked up at you. You felt dizzy under his intense gaze, barely nodding in return. He smiled. “How dirty.”

You wanted to touch him, to find support on his broad shoulders, but you didn’t know if you were allowed to. Instead, you merely gasped as Taehyung started toying with your sensitive entrance, feeling as if your legs would fail you at any time. “Sir, please,” you pleaded once more, “I need you.”

He hummed, one finger slowly entering you. You practically melted as Taehyung added a second one right away, curling them up in the way you loved so much. “Yes, darling, I heard you.” But it didn’t seem like he did, for his hungry gaze was trapped on the sinking of his digits inside your tight hole. You were so on edge that you could cum just like that; a few desperate whimpers already dripping from your lips as he continued his movements. Your sounds seemed to drag him back to reality, though, for he was soon removing them from your pussy, ignoring your frustrated cries. “Go to the bedroom.” His eyes snapped up at you. “You better be naked in bed when I get there.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

If you didn’t know Taehyung as well as you did, perhaps that command would’ve taken the worries off your shoulders. However, the thing was: when your husband was in that headspace, you could never really predict what would come from it. Just because he had sent you to the bedroom, it didn’t mean that he would suddenly become pliant and adamant to fulfill your every need — if anything, it meant that he had enough energy and discipline to spare. If he wanted to fuck you straight away (like you had begged him to), he would’ve just taken you on the couch, like he had done countless times before. No, the fact that he was sending you — alone — to the bedroom was probably not such a good sign.

When you entered the suite, you started removing your bra, then your panties and, finally, the thigh high socks. You felt yourself become more and more uneasy as you laid down bare on the bed, feeling as small shock waves of anticipation ran through your body. Every time you heard a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment, your heart missed a beat.

Taehyung liked to make those moments as dragged-out as possible. He got some sick kick out of it, you guessed, probably made him feel like a predator stalking its prey, playing with its food. He liked to leave you wondering what he would do to you, and you couldn’t say you were bothered by it either.

At last, when you thought that your heart was about to jump out of your chest, he walked into the bedroom, his slender fingers loosening his silk tie. It was a stark contrast how dressed Taehyung still was — everything still in place, with only the zipper of his pants still opened. He looked absolutely composed, his dark eyes following the curves of your body as he gradually approached you.

“Beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down next to you. The bed dipped under his weight, making your breasts bounce slightly. His gaze fell over them and he hummed, one hand tenderly squeezing the flesh. You gasped at the sensation, which ripped a small chuckle out of him. “And so sensitive.”

You didn’t know if it was the best moment to speak up, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited as Taehyung’s hand gradually made its way up your chest, towards your neck and, finally, to your cheek. There, it stayed for a moment, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. He really enjoyed doing that, it seemed. “Open up for me,” he requested. And so you did, lips parting so two of his fingers could enter your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on your tongue, making you release a small whimper, before allowing you to suck on his fingers. “That’s it. What do we say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you struggled to speak against his fingers.

“That’s right.” Taehyung removed his digits from your mouth, lowering them until they were pressed against your clit. You moaned and raised your hips under the random surge of pleasure, but his other hand soon met the skin of your inner thigh, making you stand still. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, “don’t move now.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly slid between your folds. The pressure was light, barely teasing your sensitive entrance before going back up to play with your clit.

“So fucking soaked for me, doll,” Taehyung groaned, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened a little, allowing a small sob to fall from it. “Such an eager little pussy.”

“S-Sir,” you gasped, fingers digging to the pristine white sheets of your bed. You had just changed them, and now they were bearing witness to your sinful acts. “I want you.”

Taehyung hummed, apparently distracted with the sensation of your slickness covering him. “You have me, darling.”

“N-Not your fingers,” you said. “Want your cock, please.”

The moment he stopped his movements, you realized you had fucked up. Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue that shot straight through your chest, quickening your heartbeat. “You’re so spoiled.” He removed his hand from your heat and you didn’t even find the force within you to complain about it. Not when he was looking at you with such a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “You tell me you want to cum, and then that my fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

“Sorry, sir,” you rushed to say, a frail veil of tears shimmering in your eyes. You felt like you had been edged for hours, even if that wasn’t the case. The sexual tension was just too high, leaving you so worked up that it hurt. And there was also an extra level of desperation knowing that your release wasn't exactly your decision at that moment. “Please, I need it so bad.”

Taehyung scrutinized your face for a moment, watching the quick beating of your eyelashes and the thin layer of sweat that covered your skin. He felt a familiar sense of power washing over him, watching intently for every sign of pleading eagerness that covered your features. You looked so beautiful, he thought, so meek and polite under him. You had been so good, after all, there was no need to postpone your pain any further.

But he would. For just a tiny bit longer.

Taehyung breathed out. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice. Turn around.” He slapped the inside of your thigh, a smirk blossoming at the corners of his pink lips as he watched you yelp in surprise. Still, you obeyed him once again, turning until you were on your stomach. “Hands and knees. Ass up. And don’t look behind you.”

After you had positioned yourself, Taehyung started undressing. You could only hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gradually removed them — taking his sweet time as his eyes lingered on your form. He could see that you were still so absolutely soaked for him, the glistening of your pussy making his cock throb inside his underwear. He would tease you a bit further if he, himself, had it in him to wait a bit longer. However, at that moment, there was nothing that Taehyung wanted more than to be buried deep inside your cunt.

You bounced up and down on the bed as he kneeled on it, hands on your hips tugging you towards him. You whined when you felt the pressure of his hard cock between your ass cheeks, your pussy clenching around nothing. Still, you waited for him to make the first move, since your latest attempt at asking for more had earned you a scolding from his part.

And, apparently, not only that. All air ran out of your lungs when you felt Taehyung’s hand collapsing against the skin of your ass once, twice, until you were crying out. “Sir, wait—“

“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “You’re always misbehaving. Can you take your punishment now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”

That was his way of asking for your consent to keep going, you realized, and you promptly gave it to him. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Another slap against your ass was what you recieved, this time on the other side. Taehyung’s palm was heavy on your skin, and you relished in the pain it left behind; your hands holding onto the pillows for any sort of grounding. “Good. Maybe this will teach you not to be so fucking spoiled,” he growled, hitting you once more. Your body jumped forwards a bit, legs weak beneath you. “Stand still.”

You tried your best to do so, enduring a few more spanks until Taehyung had deemed it sufficient. If you had been wet before, now you were completely drenched, every nerve on your body standing alert to the smallest of touches. So much in fact that, when he leaned in to place a kiss against your shoulder, you cried out at the feeling of his cock moving between your ass cheeks.

“Pretty.” His hand caressed the sensitive skin where he had hit you before. You flinched under his touch, but liked the stinging pain that came along with it. “Gonna fuck you now, love.”

You could’ve sobbed in relief. “Yes, yes, please, sir.”

Taehyung leaned back slowly, one hand curling around the base of his cock so he could guide himself inside you. His crown slid between your folds once, twice, making you whimper as it accidentally hit your clit. The sounds of your wetness were shameful, filling the room as he pressed himself against your opening. You sighed and whimpered at the feeling, for a moment thinking that your thighs would give out beneath you. Instead, Taehyung held you up as his cock gradually plunged inside you, stretching you wide.

There hadn’t been as much preparation as you’d like, but the small rush of pain was a welcomed one. You moaned out his name as his big cock continued to sink inside you, feeling every inch of it as it filled you up. Taehyung was fucking huge and, even after so long by his side, you had never truly grown used to it.

You gasped when he entered you completely, his hands giving a last pull on your hips to make sure that he couldn’t go any deeper. “S-So much,” you stuttered.

He scoffed. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Now fucking take it.” Taehyung angled his hips back, sliding his cock out of your heat until only his tip was inside. He came slamming back in, sinking into your velvety walls like they were made for him to fuck. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, it’s just pulling me in. Dripping down my cock, fuck.”

And you could only moan out at his filthy words, brain turning into a chaotic mess as he started drilling in and out of you. At that point, you had been so worked up that you could only focus on the amazing sensation of his cock fucking you open, so big and heavy inside you.

From what you could hear, Taehyung wasn’t much different. His controlling attitude had started to wash away as his high started to approach; the room filled with the low grunts and moans that came from his throat. He was holding onto you so tightly that you thought he was going to break you in half, his thrusts deep, fast and precise. Really, it was shameful how close you already were, walls tightening around his length as your legs started to shake.

“S-So good, sir, your cock feels so good,” you moaned out, lost in bliss. “I’m c-close.”

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” Taehyung grunted. “Come on, be good for me.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you felt your pleasure rising at a thundering speed. Taehyung wasn’t planning on slowing down either, his cock hitting deep inside your pussy and making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, oh my—“ you cursed out, but could not finish your sentence. Your orgasm washed over you like an avalanche, whitening out your thoughts as your walls clenched around him; loud moans and whimpers of his name falling in a jumbled mess between your lips. “T-Tae…”

The lack of his preferred title seemed to be lost on him, since Taehyung was also approaching his own climax. “So fucking wet. So tight and warm for me. Perfect little cunt,” he was talking to himself at this point, letting his thoughts flow out of his mouth with no apparent direction. “Wanna cum inside your pussy, doll. Fill you up so good.”

You whined out at his words. You were still holding onto the pillows, trying to find any sort of foundation to fight against the sensitivity that was growing inside you. “P-Please, yes.”

Taehyung growled at your words, pushing his body forward until he was squeezing you against the bed. The new angle made his cock hit different spots inside your cunt, a newfound wave of euphoria starting to buzz inside you. “Want that?” His voice was a rough moan against your ear, his breath kissing your skin in dense, hot clouds. “Gonna take my cum like a good slut?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah? Wanna give you a baby, gonna look so fucking pretty for me.” Taehyung’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, making you clench around his cock. You had never realized that you wanted him to say that, especially in a context like that, but it made you melt instantly. And because he knew you so well, he rapidly noticed the way your body responded to it. “You like that?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, placing a sloppy kiss against your neck. You could feel Taehyung throbbing inside you, signaling that he was close. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

“L-Love you too,” you said back.

Taehyung sighed at your words, a last moan reverberating in his chest before he was spilling himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned at the feeling, getting utterly lost in the way that your walls milked his cock clean, taking everything that he gave you. “Fuck, that’s it.”

With a final, shuddering breath, Taehyung collapsed against you, placing a bunch of kisses on your shoulders. You giggled at the random softness of his actions, feeling as his cock slipped out of you. He rolled around until he was falling backwards on the bed, a final puff of air exploding upon his lips.

“Well, damn.” Taehyung laughed. You could only do the same, pushing your body closer to his. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

You rested your head on his chest. “Because adult life fucking sucks, that’s why.”

“Fair enough.” He sighed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. A fond smile curled up on your lips. “Was I too rough?”

“Just a bit, but I liked it.” You angled your head up to look at him. Taehyung took his cue to kiss your lips instead. “Can you get something to clean me up?”

He clicked his tongue. “I’m feeling pretty lazy right now. Besides…” he trailed off, “Kinda like you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing nature of your tone gave your faux-annoyance away. “I figured,” you said. “Wanna talk about the baby situation?”

Taehyung’s face swiftly grew serious. He apparently discovered a new source of energy, because, within a second, he was pushing you off and bolting out of bed. “Suddenly I need to find a towel.”

And you could only laugh because, as it has been proven, you were kind of a mastermind when it came to making evil plans. If Taehyung needed another one to get him talking, you wouldn’t mind elaborating it.

You wouldn’t mind at all.

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saccharinesatoru · 3 years ago

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Show You The Ropes (m). Part One.

- pairings: Jeno x Jaehyun x reader (f)

- genre: poly!NCT / frat!NCT / non-idol!NCT / boyfriend!Taeyong x Jaehyun / switch & virgin!Jeno / smut

- word count: 9.6k (lord help me)

- summary: It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Jeno was… inexperienced for a lack of better words. With all the time he had dedicated to getting into his dream university with a full-ride scholarship, he never had the chance to experience any of his firsts- never had a first time, a first girlfriend...hell, he hadn’t even had his first kiss yet, and he was already in his 20s. Even if he had the time to pursue a relationship, his studies and his unwillingness to trust reduced his chances of a love life to a laughable dream. Jeno had all but accepted that he wasn’t relationship material and that the only action he would get would be from his hand… until you came along. From the moment Jeno saw you, he knew he was a goner. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt drawn to you in ways he’d never felt. There’s just two one problem...you have a boyfriend- two of them, in fact. However, unbeknownst to Jeno, Taeyong and Jaehyun are more than willing to share. After all, someone’s gotta show Jeno the ropes.

- warnings: explicit language, smut: body worship themes, oral (male/female receiving), handjobs, MxM, dirty talk, name-calling, degradation/praise (giving and receiving), hair pulling, panty sniffing (omg), dom/sub themes, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be careful,,, pls), creampie, purity/innocence corruption kink, fingering, masturbation (m), edging, voyeurism, bondage, cum play, a bit of dubcon..?

(upcoming parts will have other specific warnings and tags respectively)

- author note: Jeno’s a milf hunter pass it on. Thank you so much for waiting for me on this one. If you follow me, maybe you’ve seen my hesitancy to post or even keep writing in general. I know there’s a lot of stigma towards fics written about real people… but honestly i enjoy writing and i hope you enjoy reading, and i truly don’t want to stop. Anyways, thank you for your patience. maybe you had even unfollowed bc you thought i had deactivated; and honestly, i understand that. i had originally intended for this to just be one fic, but after getting to 8k and being like only ⅓ completed with the fic, I decided to break it down into three separate chapters. Thank you again, and I hope you enjoy it.

- jay

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Jeno knew what he was doing was wrong…. maybe he just didn’t want to admit it to himself.

In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was certainly going to earn him a one-way ticket to hell once he died, but another part of him couldn’t care less. As long as he got to spend his time on Earth feeling as good as he did now, it didn’t matter what happened to him once his time ran out.

As Jeno scrolled through your social media, he might as well have had heart eyes.

He swore he was obsessed, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. Any and all thoughts of guilt in his mind were negated by the drool Jeno swore was about to fall from his lips.

As Jeno stroked his cock, he bit his lip in a pathetic attempt to silence the moans threatening to emit. On one hand, Jeno’s eyes threatened to clench due to the sheer amount of pleasure he felt as he jacked off… On the other hand, however, Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off the pictures on his phone even if he wanted to.

As he grew closer to his release, he stared even harder at the picture with even deeper intensity. The picture in question being one of you during a recent vacation in a revealing swimsuit that left... very little to the imagination to say the least.

Jeno cursed under his breath as his eyes took in every curve of your body. From the hills of your breasts to the curve of your ass, Jeno swore you were a goddess walking among humanity. Jeno would hardly consider himself religious, yet he’d drop to his knees every night to pray to you.

At that thought, he imagined eating you out as you stood above him. As his mind began to grow fuzzy as his climax approached, he wondered what types of sounds you would make as he got you off on his tongue. He couldn’t help but groan at the thought of you throwing one of your perfect legs over his shoulder and grinding yourself onto his tongue.

The thought alone pushed Jeno over the edge.

“Fuck,” Jeno groaned as his cum shot onto his toned stomach. He held the base of his cock in a tight grip to extend the pleasure of his climax and dug his teeth into his lip so hard, he could taste the faint hints of the iron from his blood. He threw his head back onto the pillow below him and stared up at the ceiling as he panted. It wasn’t until he came down from his high did he truly realize how fucked up he was.

He had just gotten off to pictures of you...

What’s worse was that this wasn’t even the first time this had happened. In fact, this might as well have become somewhat of a weekly occurrence… Okay, maybe more than weekly, if Jeno was truly being honest.

To make matters even more fucked up, you were very much taken. Much to Jeno’s dismay, you were in a serious relationship that had started long before Jeno had met you and had no end in sight… not that Jeno would be confident to approach you anyway. But Jeno could dream, couldn’t he?

However, above all else, the very worst part of this whole situation was that you had, not one, but two boyfriends- Jaehyun and Taeyong. Both of whom shared the room beside Jeno in the frat house they lived in together. And, again, both of whom were his seniors and some of the most popular students in their university. Taeyong was one of the most talented and admired dancers in the entire school and had led the school’s dance team to multiple national championships. Jaehyun, on the other hand, was a star soccer player who had been offered a full-ride scholarship to play for one of the highest-ranked collegiate soccer teams in the country.

Of course, Jeno had also been offered a full-ride scholarship, but it certainly wasn’t because he was some athletic god that everyone was tripping over themselves for.

Ironically enough, Jeno used to be an athletic ace. It wasn't until the earlier parts of high school that years of video games and time behind a screen had finally caught up to him and turned his once clear eyesight to garbage. The experience was good while it lasted, though.

Jeno had practically begged his mom to let him get Lasik eye surgery to improve his sight. Much to Jeno’s dismay, his mom disapproved, saying something along the lines of him being too young to receive such treatment.

Naturally, only after Jeno graduated high school did his mom finally relent and allow him to get the long-awaited eye procedure, but by then the damage was done. Not that Jeno was holding any grudges or anything….

In any case, Jaehyun and Taeyong were the epitomai of legendary. Everyone knew their names, and a majority of the student body either worshipped the ground they walked on or bitterly wished they could achieve the same level of success the two handsome men had attained so effortlessly.

And you weren’t any different. Captain of the school’s cheerleading team going on two years running, you belonged to an elite group of cheerleaders who had been elected captain of the squad in your incoming freshman year of college. It was also acknowledged that you were one of the prettiest, most desirable girls in the whole school. Jeno had always thought you were the prettiest by far, but it’s not like he’d share that information in the fear of embarrassing himself in front of you, getting teased by his frat brothers, getting his ass kicked by Jaehyun and Taeyong, or all of the above. Regardless, you practically had the school wrapped around your delicate, little finger, and that was just the unspoken hierarchy that practically everyone acknowledged.

You, Jaehyun, and Taeyong were like celebrities among commoners. Everyone in the school, faculty included, knew you three were destined for fame, stardom, and success. It was just common sense.

As he had acknowledged many times before, Jeno knew what he was feeling was wrong. His attraction to you was seriously misplaced, and he was fucked in the head for thinking about you the way he did. He would be lying if he hadn’t wished circumstances were different. He wished you were single and not in some strange, atypical polyamorous relationship that Jeno still didn’t fully understand. He wished he was assertive enough to tell you how he really felt. And above all else, he wished he had met you before Jaehyun and Taeyong had claimed your heart.

Jeno let out a sigh and let his hands flop to his side. Honestly, it’s no surprise that Jeno’s turned out the way he has. Jeno being a virgin was information perhaps as obvious as the sky is blue. People could practically read him like an open book, and despite his good looks and toned body, his awkward and antisocial behavior was a dead giveaway for his lack of relationships- platonic, romantic, and sexual.

One of his frat brothers had jokingly asked Jeno if he was gay because he had never seen Jeno talk to a girl. And although he often caught himself staring at pretty boys perhaps longer than deemed necessary, Jeno had blushed profusely and shook his head. Jeno wasn't at all offended by the insinuation (Jeno often pondered why people believed that being gay would ever be considered a bad thing), but he was just embarrassed because even the people around him had so easily picked up on his lack of a love life.

In the back of his mind, Jeno knew that with his poor luck, he'd have a better chance of winning the lottery than ending up with a girlfriend like you. Jeno knew his feelings towards you were probably as foolish and unrealistic as a fairy tale, but he couldn’t help himself. Something about you made him feel like he had a shaken-up bottle of soda in his stomach… Not to mention the mere thought of you fucking his face had him cumming in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Jeno propped himself up on his elbows and leaned over to his nightstand to collect some tissues to clean up his mess.

He was startled when he heard a rapping against the door, “Hey, Jeno! Are you done jacking off? I need to get my headphones!” his roommate, Jaemin, yelled for practically all the house to hear.

Jeno felt his face burn with embarrassment as he just let out a yelp and yanked the covers over his head, wishing he could sink into the mattress.

---

Jeno leaned back in his chair at the kitchen table, twiddling his pencil between his fingers. The day was proceeding like any other: Jeno was studying tirelessly to keep his grades up and maintain his scholarship and just about everyone in the frat house had clowned him for it. As easily embarrassed as Jeno got, he had grown so used to the teasing about his study habits that he was hardly fazed by it.

However, what he wasn't unfazed by, let alone remotely prepared for, was the sound of the front door opening, followed by a mixture of laughter that Jeno deduced was the infamous trio that had occupied too much of his thoughts than he felt comfortable admitting. Jeno wracked his mind for reasons you, Jaehyun, and Taeyong could be home at this hour.

It was Friday, wasn't it? Friday was your trio’s designated date night, with no exceptions like dance, cheer, or soccer practice. Not that Jeno had been keeping track of your group’s schedules or anything...

Jeno’s eyes widened in shock and, like a deer in headlights, he frantically contemplated his next move.

Should he stay there and be awkwardly silent in front of you? Or would it be better to gather his things as quickly as humanly possible and race up the stairs before he locked eyes with the girl of his dreams? Jeno’s body tensed as his mind froze, trying to pick the better of the two lousy options.

Before Jeno could even make up his mind, you and your two boyfriends were walking into the kitchen linked arm in arm with you in between the two irrationally handsome men. When he saw what you were wearing, he tried his hardest not to let his jaw drop in awe.

It was like you had walked right out of Jeno’s...less than appropriate fantasies. You were dressed in a tightly-fitted white crop top that only accentuated and drew more attention to your chest. To match the simplicity of your top, you sported a baby blue, mid-thigh pleated skirt that showed off your killer legs. Peeking through the neckline of your top, Jeno got a glimpse of a lacy bralette that Jeno noticed was the same color as your skirt.

Jeno felt his mouth go dry immediately.

You stopped mid-sentence when your eyes met Jeno’s, and you visibly perked up, “Hey there, Jeno! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How are you?”

You had always been so sweet to him. Jeno was never quite able to determine why considering how he had only ever been quiet and distant when you were around. Jeno appreciated it nonetheless, and it made him happy perhaps a bit beyond reason.

You seemed genuinely interested in his answer and were waiting, looking at him expectantly, and nodding your head towards him slightly to encourage his answer.

“I-um- I've been really,” Jeno felt his heartbeat quicken and his palms grow sweaty as his brain worked in overdrive to come up with an answer that didn’t paint him out to be such a colossal nerd, “uh-”

“I think he’s just a bit stressed with how much work he’s been doing. Isn’t that right, Jeno?” Taeyong cut him off, effectively putting Jeno out of his misery of nervous rambling.

Jeno nods quickly, eager to take the attention off him.

You pout and your eyes soften whilst looking at Jeno, “Aw, poor baby. You just need to relax, right? How about you take the rest of the night off and spend some time with us?”

Jeno felt blood rush to his cheeks at the pet name you had called him so casually in front of your two boyfriends. Jeno always knew you were easily approachable and openly affectionate, but it always caught him off guard when you would direct that sweet disposition towards him.

Jeno swallows thickly and frantically searches his brain for a valid reason not to stay with you and your boyfriends- a reason that wouldn't offend you or hurt your feelings because God knows that’s the last thing Jeno wanted to do.

Although maybe the answer was just that: he genuinely didn't want to stay with you and your boyfriends. He didn’t want to intrude, first and foremost. But he also felt like he was always on thin ice around you, and he never knew what to say or do because he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. You were like fire to Jeno; he wanted to be close to you because you made him feel warm… but he knew how easily he would burn if he got too close. And that was a chance Jeno couldn't take.

Jeno shook his head as politely as he could possibly muster, “Oh- uh- no, thank you. I don’t want to intrude-”

“Oh, nonsense!” you wave your hand, dismissing his comment whilst walking towards him and behind his chair, “I hardly see you anymore, and it’s time we catch up. Plus, Taeyong’s right. Your stress is practically rolling off you in waves.”

Jeno nearly jumps out of his skin when your soft hands start massaging his tensed shoulders, “Feel that? The tension is unbelievable…”

Jeno almost chokes on the irony. Surely you had to know the effect you had over him…. right?

Your hands only massage deeper when Jeno doesn't respond, “We won't force you into doing anything you don’t wanna do, silly. I just think it could be a good way for you to relax, you know? We could order pizza, watch a movie… you can even help me bake cookies with the supplies we just picked up.”

As if to support your suggestion, Jaehyun smiled and held up what Jeno assumed was freshly purchased ingredients in a reusable grocery bag.

“Taking the night off won’t hurt, right? You’re so smart anyway, I know you’ll do well even if you didn't study. You overwork yourself,” you said the last sentence a bit quieter for only Jeno.

Jeno practically fights the urge to giggle of all things. It’s as if he has no control over his emotions when he’s around you, and he’s reduced to a blushing, bumbling mess. And as soothing as your hands on his shoulders should be, in a way, it just makes him even more stressed.

Every bone in his body is telling him to decline politely, apologize profusely, and retreat to his room immediately where he can hibernate for 2-5 days and thoroughly recall and dissect this evening's events with an immense amount of regret and embarrassment.

Your hands remain on his tensed muscles while you peer around him and look into his eyes with the softest, most angelic appearance painted on any face he had ever seen. An adorable pout graced your lips, and Jeno swore he saw your eyes twinkle.

“Please?” you asked softly, “for me?”

Jeno feels an uncontrollable shiver run through his body, and he worries he might melt into a gigantic puddle on the floor. How could he say no to that… How could he say no to you?

Jeno had to physically restrain himself from blurting out his agreement immediately. He swallowed again and hesitated for what he deemed was a reasonable amount of time like he was pretending to think over the offer- as if Jeno could ever turn you down after you had just asked so sweetly… or turn you down at all.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I can take a break…” Jeno replied, careful not to make himself sound too eager or too disinterested.

Your eyes lit up and your smile made Jeno feel like he’d struck gold. You clap your hands in joy and grab Jeno’s arm to pull him further into the kitchen towards the oven where you’d be baking.

“C’mon, then! These cookies won’t bake themselves!” you exclaim.

Now Jeno only had to maintain his composure, not make a fool of himself in front of you, and hope his heart wasn’t hammering in his chest loud enough for you to hear. Easy enough….

Jeno knew he was in for a long night.

---

Unsurprisingly, Jeno’s task (as simple as it should have been) was nowhere near easy.

Jeno already had to will himself not to look too closely at your body in the fear he would grow hard in his sweats, but even that seemed like an impossible task. The sweating boy tried to focus on rolling out the cookie dough you made from scratch, but Jeno’s mind was anywhere other than the kitchen he was currently standing in. If his heartbeat wasn’t thumping so loud in his ears, he’d be able to hear Taeyong’s faint laugh echo through the house as he and Jaehyun played some video game in the living room.

You hummed a soft tune besides Jeno as you added the cookies to a pan and prepared to put them in the oven. In an attempt to fill some of the silence, Jeno offered, “Do you bake often?”

Because Jeno was infatuated with you and checked your social media religiously, he already knew you liked baking. In fact, he practically had a heart attack once when he was stalking your Instagram and accidentally liking an older picture of you decorating a homemade cake.

“Yeah, my team always hosts bake sales to raise money for new cheer equipment,” you reply as you use a napkin to collect some of the scattered flour that had spilled onto the counter, “Although, I try not to eat many of the things I bake because I’m supposed to be on a diet.”

Jeno practically snaps his head towards you with widened eyes and nearly drops the rolling pin in his hands in shock, “Diet? Why do you need to be on a diet? You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

You turn to him with a smile on your face and a playful look in your eyes, “Oh, is that so? You think I’m beautiful?”

Realizing what he just blurted out, Jeno begins to stumble over his words, “Well- well I mean- yeah. But I just-”

Your melodious laugh cuts off the poor boy’s rambling, “I’m just teasing you, Jeno. I was just talking about diets for cheer season to stay at my physical best for the team. No fasting or anything, just a healthy balance of proteins and fresh produce…. But thank you for the compliment, Jeno.”

He turns back to face the cookie dough in front of him as a bashful smile grows on his face. However, he nearly yelps in shock when your hand lands on his arm, “You’re one to talk though, Jeno. You’re handsome, of course,” your fingers can’t even reach around his bicep as you tighten your grip, “But don’t think I don’t know that under all those sweatshirts you wear that your body isn’t sculpted just as beautifully as you say mine is.”

Ever so slowly, you run your hand up to his bicep and proceed to drag it down his chest towards his abdomen. Jeno swears he’s stopped breathing.

Your fingers linger at his abdomen as you look into his eyes, and Jeno feels like it’s a clip straight out of a movie. He’s on cloud nine, drowning underwater, and frozen in place all at the same time. He parts his lips like he’s about to speak as if he wasn’t entirely tongue-tied.

Before he can even will his mind to not race a mile per minute, your hand is removed from his abs, and you go back to cleaning off the counter. Jeno lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and feels a bit dazed after the whole situation, his mind clouded and his brain frazzled.

A chime from the oven draws your attention away from the counter, “Oh! Time to put these cookies in,” you chirp as you pick up the tray of uncooked treats.

Jeno barely comes to his senses to witness the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Standing before him, you bend over to put the cookies in the heated oven, and Jeno swears he’s burning as hot as the kitchen appliance. Jeno’s bulging eyes are met with the sight of your lifted skirt and white lace panties that cling tightly to your ass.

His jaw drops to the floor, and he feels his sweats tighten at the lewd sight. Immediately, Jeno imagines how different this moment would be if you were single and your boyfriends weren’t in the very next room.

Jeno’s mind is flooded with images of your naked body draped over the counter as Jeno licks sugar off your body before he buries his head between your thighs. He can practically hear your whimpers and moans as he gets you off on his tongue. He can picture your hands reaching for and tugging on his hair as you cry out his name. His cock begs to be touched as he imagines fucking you into oblivion.

As quickly as the imaginations appeared in his head, he snapped back to reality as you wave a hand in front of his face, “Jeno…?”

He blinks his eyes rapidly and shakes his head a few times before answering you with a hum, worried his voice may reveal the lust that plagues his mind.

You chuckle at his behavior, “I said the cookies will be done in about 15 minutes. How about we go pick out what movie to watch while we wait?”

Jeno nods mindlessly at your offer, and his throat constricts once again when you grab his hand and lead him to the living room.

---

Upon entering the living room, Jeno was already worried about how he acted in front of you, and the night had barely begun. Jeno’s nervousness began with his indecision over which movie to pick. Something Jeno hadn’t initially factored into his worries about how the night would progress was how he should interact with Jaehyun and Taeyong. Not only did he feel the uncontrollable need to impress you...but he also worried about impressing your intimidating boyfriends as well. Not to mention Jeno didn’t want to intrude on the trio’s date night much less expose himself to either of the two men how hopelessly infatuated he was with their long-time girlfriend.

After what felt like ages in Jeno’s mind (but in actuality was probably no more than five minutes), he finally picked out a movie for the group of four to watch... with your gentle suggestions of course.

Jeno felt like he was losing his mind when he struggled with the internal conflict of deciding where in the living room to sit. He couldn’t even do the simplest of tasks...How the hell was he going to make it through the rest of the night?

After several minutes of pondering where in the room he should sit (quickly contemplating which seat would make the trio most comfortable as well as make him appear the least awkward), Jeno finally settled on the loveseat nearest the kitchen and comfortably far enough away from where Jaehyun sat on the sofa.

As soon as Jeno felt like his nerves were finally about to settle, his heart leaped into his throat when your voice asked from beside him, “Is this seat taken?”

Jeno snapped his neck as quickly as humanly possible over to where you stood, a couple of bags of snacks in your arms as you awaited his answer.

He cleared his throat and shook his head immediately after recovering from his initial shock before stuttering out, “N-no, not at all.”

You smiled softly at Jeno’s shyness and tossed a snack bag to Jaehyun’s open hand across from where you two would be sitting. After gathering a blanket and ensuring you had what you needed before the movie began, you took a seat next to Jeno. The boy knew in all truthfulness that you had probably left a reasonable amount of space between you two, but Jeno still felt his skin grow warm at the thought of being in such close proximity to the girl of his dreams.

Taeyong walks into the room with bottled water and slips his phone back into his pocket, informing the group, “Alright, the pizza’s been ordered, and it should be here in about 20 minutes.

You and Jaehyun both hum in approval, and Jeno just nods in fear that his voice will shake if he speaks. As if Jeno thought his nerves couldn’t get any worse, your next action sets him even closer to the edge. You toss part of the blanket over Jeno, scoot over closer to him to the point where your thighs touch and you rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno swears he might stop breathing altogether.

“You don’t mind, right? It’s just so cold in here,” you say casually.

Jeno, unable to shake his head now that you were comfortably situated on his shoulder, was forced to audibly speak a shaky ‘no’.

You hummed in delight and snuggled even closer to Jeno, seemingly having no idea how much influence you had over the near trembling boy.

Little did Jeno know that you knew exactly what you were doing. In fact, you had made it your mission to tease Jeno as much as he was willing to handle.

In any other circumstances, your boyfriends would have probably kicked the ass of whoever was getting too close to you for their liking… Well, Jaehyun would have, anyway; Taeyong was much more easy-going and self-reassured.

Jeno had become somewhat of a regular topic of conversation among you and your boyfriends. It had started a couple of weeks ago when Jaehyun was fucking you into next week and a gagged Taeyong was sat tied to the chair beside the bed with a cock ring buzzing loudly around his throbbing member.

“Fuck, Jaehyun, just like that,” you sputtered, drunk off of Jaehyun’s fat cock buried deep inside you whilst Taeyong sat and watched helplessly as muffled whines escaped from his lips.

Jaehyun just groaned and manhandled you until your arms were pinned behind your back, your face was shoved into the pillow, and your ass was up for Jaehyun to plunge into your dripping pussy again.

You managed to crane your neck to look at your other boyfriend, and the sight of him turned you on more than you had thought possible.

Your mind was growing hazy as Jaehyun fucked you from behind and you took in the visual of Taeyong with tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately ground his hips against nothing and fisted the restraints keeping his hands to the arms of the chair.

You let out a yelp as Jaehyun shoved his hand into your scalp and pulled your head up by your hair. He slowed his pace momentarily to speak in your ear, “Does this feel good, baby?”

Managing to nod in response to his question, you squeal when Jaehyun harshly brings his hand down against your ass, emitting a slapping sound throughout the room.

Jaehyun leans impossibly close to your ear and whispers, “You know we talked about using your words, baby. When I ask you a question…” Jaehyun trails off.

“-I answer with words,” you reply, finding it difficult to swallow in this position.

Jaehyun coos, wiping the sweat away from your forehead with his free hand, “That’s right, baby. You’re such a good girl when you pull your head out of the clouds and remember our rules.”

You preen as he praises you, and you lean your head back further into his grasp. With his free hand, he grabs your chin and gently directs your gaze towards your other boyfriend who’s losing his mind at the scene before him.

“Look at how crazy you make him, baby. He’s just a pathetic slut for you, and he can’t help himself,” Taeyong groans at his words and Jaehyun continues, “It feels good to have that much power over him, right?

About to nod again, you remember your rules and speak, “Yes, yes it feels so good to know that, Jaehyun. I love the effect I have on him.”

Jaehyun just hums and tilts his head in faux contemplation, “Kind of like how you enjoy the effect you have on Jeno, right?”

“Yes, I-” you stop yourself mid-sentence and widen your eyes in shock. You begin to backtrack and correct your statement, desperate to explain yourself.

“Ah ah ah,” Jaehyun tsks now turning your own head towards him, “You know what we discussed about lying. I expect honesty from you, baby. Good girls don’t lie… and bad girls get punished for it.”

You feel your body tense, unsure of how to answer Jaehyun’s question. You knew you shouldn’t lie to him; it was one of your group’s shared rules after all. Although, you were nervous about how Jaehyun would react to your confession. You didn’t have a choice though, considering how Jaehyun would see through your facade if you pretended you didn’t clench your thighs every time you teased Jeno.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m not mad,” Jaehyun teases with fake sweetness, “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot to see your effect on other boys. I’m sure Taeyong feels the same way. I mean look at how turned on he is seeing me fuck your brains out, huh?”

You glance over at Taeyong and see his hooded eyes roll back at the pleasure he felt from the stimulating hum of the ring around his cock, precum leaking onto his stomach and thighs.

“Oh,” Jaehyun pretends to gasp in surprise, “He’s getting close to cumming… We can’t have that now, can we?”

Leaning over to reach a remote next to him on the bed, Jaehyun promptly turns down the power of the vibrations of the cock ring, and Taeyong lets out a muffled yell in frustration after having chased his release for nearly an hour still without any release.

“Ah, that’s better,” Jaehyun smiles sadistically, dismissing Taeyong’s desperate whines as he tosses the remote back onto the bed, “Hush, kitty.”

Jaehyun turns his attention back to you, “Now, where were we?”

You swallow nervously and mumble, “Yes, I like the effect I have over Jeno.”

He arches an eyebrow and fakes confusion, “What was that, baby? You need to speak up.”

Deeming your response as having taken too long, Jaehyun spanks your ass once more, causing you to let out yet another moan, “Yes! Yes, I love teasing him. I love getting him riled up and hard when I tease him.”

Humming again, Jaehyun nods as if he didn’t know he was right all along, “That’s what I thought, baby. See? That wasn't so hard to admit, was it?”

“No, Jaehyun, it wasn't hard,” you let out, sighing at the mixture of pleasure and pain caused by Jaehyun’s grip on your hair.

“And yet you tried to deny it. How disappointing…” Jaehyun tsks, “Tell me why I should even let you cum when you’ve broken our rules not once, but twice?”

You wrack your brain for compelling reasons to convince Jaehyun, but your mind turns to mush when Jaehyun pulls out from your heat and starts rubbing his cock against your clit. Letting out a whine, you clench your eyes shut in a feeble attempt to clear your head.

“Aw, would you look at that, Tae?” Jaehyun mocks, “Our dumb, little baby can’t even get the words out. How could our baby ever remember to follow the rules when she can’t think straight with cock in and out of her soaking pussy?”

Taeyong lets out a strained moan, and when you open your eyes and look over to him briefly, you see the beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. He has a sort of rabid look in his eyes, and if Jaehyun hadn’t tied his restraints well enough, you wouldn’t doubt that Taeyong could probably break free from his confines.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh of disappointment and harshly directs your chin and sight away from the other man, “I’m talking to you, baby, not Taeyong. You want me to let you cum, and yet you can’t even answer my simple question. You’re not making a very compelling case, baby…”

As Jaehyun’s voice trails off, you know you’re not helping your own case with your actions, so you straighten your back as much as you can muster with your hair still in Jaehyun’s hand and shake your head in the hope it’ll help you focus, “Please let me cum, Jaehyun. I’m sorry I disobeyed, but it won’t happen again. Please use me like your little toy,” you whine out.

Jaehyun pretends to ponder the thought for a moment before looking over to Taeyong whose legs are shaking in need, “What do you think, kitty? Has she been good enough?”

Taeyong lets out a sound similar to a groan, and Jaehyun smiles with a dangerous glint in his eyes and responds, “I was thinking the same thing.”

As quickly as he’s made up his mind, Jaehyun grabs the remote to the ring around Taeyong’s angry red cock and proceeds to turn it to the highest possible volume, and Taeyong’s body mimics the vibrations of the ring. As Taeyong’s body shakes with pleasure, you feel drool begin to slip from your lips at the desperate sounds coming from your other boyfriend’s mouth. Taeyong shudders as he reaches his high, and before you know it, Jaehyun slams his cock back inside you with a rough thrust that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jaehyun yanks your hair once more, bringing your head closer to his own.

“‘Use me like your little toy’... Those were your words, right?” Jaehyun asks through groans as he fucks you deeply, “I think I like the sound of that, baby.”

As soon as he’s finished speaking, he shoves your face back into the pillows below, releases your hair, and opts for pinning one of your arms behind your back as he fucks you from behind. You could hardly see straight at this point, the pleasure felt so good. Both you and Taeyong had been waiting to cum for what seemed like hours, and in the back of your mind, you feared Jaehyun would continue to dangle your release above you.

Jaehyun laughs almost cruelly, “I know what’s going on in that little head, baby,” he rasps as he speeds up his already fast pace, “No more teasing. You can cum as soon as Taeyong does.”

You immediately look up and snap your gaze over to Taeyong, and you feel a wave of relief pass over you when you notice he’s mere seconds away from reaching his climax. You and Taeyong both grow louder as you approach your high, and you can tell the man pounding into you from behind isn’t too far behind.

Taeyong lets out a strangled yell, and you practically feel a dam break inside of you. You moan loudly and clench around Jaehyun as you finally cum after ages of teasing. Jaehyun curses at your tightness around him, and he empties his cum inside of you. You gasp and smile at the sensation of feeling full, and you look over at Taeyong who’s enjoying his release as well. Taeyong’s cock had shot several ribbons of cum onto his stomach and thighs, and his cheeks were an adorable shade of pink as the haziness in his brain began to subside after being teased for so long.

Unfortunately, however, Taeyong’s relief from finally getting to cum was short-lived when the ring around his cock still continued to buzz loudly once he had already released. His eyes shot open wide and whines began to escape his mouth. Even with the gag in his mouth, you could tell from the sounds he was making that he was wordlessly pleading with Jaehyun to turn off the ring.

Before you could ask Jaehyun what he was doing, he pulled out of you and watched in an almost sick fascination as his cum spilled out of you and trickled down your pussy. You closed your eyes and sighed, relishing the feeling. Almost immediately after he had pulled out, he promptly turned you over onto your back and hiked your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widened as your back was now arched off the bed and the backs of your knees rested on his shoulder.

You open your mouth to question him, and Jaehyun just cuts you off, “You said you wanted to be my toy, didn’t you?” Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow, “Well, I’m in the mood to play.”

Jaehyun licks a stripe up your heat and you almost flinch away from the sensitivity.

“What’s the matter, baby? Is it too much?” Jaehyun taunts, “Well, that’s too bad, because I’m going to play with my toy for as long as I want, and I’m not stopping unless I hear the safeword. Is that clear?”

You know his question is entirely rhetorical but you moan out a yes either way as he continues to kiss along your thighs beside his face, “As for Taeyong,” Jaehyun jerks his head over in the direction of the trembling man, “he’s going to keep you company while I make you cum until you cry.”

Although Jaehyun’s words are daunting, you feel yourself growing even wetter at his words. Gulping, you mentally prepare yourself for the night ahead of you.

Finally landing a kiss on your clit, you whine while Jaehyun looks up at you, “Now tell me, baby. How many nights have you gotten yourself off on your fingers while thinking about Jeno?”

You practically shudder as you recall that night. You always anticipated how weak your legs would be the following nights where Jaehyun rearranged your guts.

When it came to the dynamics in your relationship with the two handsome men, things were always kept exciting. Typically, Jaehyun was dominant while you and Taeyong were on the submissive side, although your trio was always open to trying new things. As long as everyone was consenting and on the same page, your group liked to try whatever piqued your interest.

Let’s just say Jeno was the group’s newly found interest.

As you nuzzle your head against Jeno’s shoulder and rearrange you get yourself into a more comfortable position, you feel his hair brush against your cheek. You lift your head up and bring your hand to the back of his neck as you run your fingers through his hair, “Your hair is so soft,” you hum, “This style really suits you, Jeno.”

Jeno means to chuckle (albeit nervously), but it gets caught in his throat and comes across as a cough, “T-thank you.”

The anxious boy makes sure to answer politely enough to convey his appreciation for the comment while not speaking too much and exposing his wavering voice.

You fought the urge to smile as you rested your head against his shoulder once more. You could feel his tensed muscles and shallow breathing. As much as Jeno wanted to take deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat and provide oxygen to his frazzled brain, he was finding it hard to will his lungs to cooperate.

“Hm,” you nearly moan, “You’re so warm, Jeno… Girls must love sleeping with you.”

Jeno all but chokes, and in the commotion of the flustered boy desperately trying to catch his breath, you see Taeyong chuckle under his breath and Jaehyun cracks a smile as he begins the movie.

Mustering a giggle yourself, you pat Jeno’s back, “Are you alright, Jeno?”

He sputters and nods his head frantically, finally catching his breath after what feels like an eternity, “Y-yeah! I’m all good!” he hits his palm against his chest a few times, “Don’t worry about me. I think I’m just going to go get some water from the kitchen. No need to pause the movie though,” the boy gets up in a hurry and rushes to the kitchen.

You smile at his cute antics and get comfortable on the sofa again in Jeno’s absence. The comfort is short-lived, however, because your ears perk when you hear the audible ding from the oven just as the movie begins.

“I’ll be right back, boys,” you smile at your boyfriends as they give you a knowing look.

Jaehyun shakes his head slightly with a smirk on his face, and Taeyong runs a hand through his hair and laughs lightly. While Taeyong felt a bit guilty about torturing Jeno like this (although Taeyong knew Jeno was enjoying the opportunity to ogle you), Jaehyun liked to witness the power you had over the awkward boy. Jaehyun also appreciated how effortlessly you could tease the boy. Because you were typically such a good girl for Jaehyun and Taeyong, both men had forgotten how much of a brat you could be.

You practically skipped into the kitchen, gleeful that you would get another opportunity to tease the poor boy your mind had been occupied with. To you, Jeno was like a new puppy your boyfriends had gifted you. And you practically had to restrain yourself from devoting all your time to the cute, rambling mess the boy became whenever you were around.

Jeno, full glass of water in a trembling hand, was in the midst of taking deep breaths in front of the kitchen sink as you silently drew closer like a predator hunting its prey. With all the stealth you can muster, you slink closer to the boy and lean near his ear, “Feeling better, baby boy?”

He flinches so badly it almost pains you, and in the midst of him turning around in shock, he spills his glass of water on your chest. You let out a small gasp in response as Jeno just stares at you in a manner you can only describe as mortified. He had been terrified enough when you appeared right beside him, then he proceeded to panic when he acknowledged the pet name you had called him, and now he was in the process of mentally shutting down after he took in the sight of your now soaked top.

“Oh-oh my God. I’m so, so sorry. Oh my God,” Jeno rambled as he frantically reached for the paper towel roll on the kitchen counter beside him, “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

Without thinking, he began to pat dry your shirt as you felt it stick uncomfortably to your body. Perhaps it was the overdrive of his brain that kept him from realizing his actions, but he immediately froze when he realized his hands were quite literally on your boobs. His eyes widened in shock and he immediately retracted his hands as if he had been burned by you.

To make matters worse, your once white top was now very much see-through, and Jeno felt his willpower to look away from your chest grow weaker and weaker as your wet top began to grow more transparent and your baby blue bralette showed more clearly.

Your eyes follow his gaze downwards and notice the exposure of your skin. You just internally smiled as a thought crossed your mind, “Oh, it’s okay, Jeno.”

Grabbing his near trembling hands still clutching paper towels, you brought them to your chest once more and began to move them around your breasts under the guise of trying to dry your shirt. You even go as far as to squeeze your hands around his, in turn making his hands grasp your breasts more firmly as you softly speak, “I shouldn’t have surprised you anyways. I was just coming into the kitchen to take the cookies out from the oven.”

Jeno’s so far past the point of feeling tongue-tied. Rather, he feels as if his tongue has been plucked from his mouth and slapped across his face, and now he’s left feeling dazed and shell-shocked.

Chuckling inwardly, you finally remove Jeno’s hands from your chest and gather your hair into a ponytail. Once your hair is securely tied back, you bring your fingers to the hem of your shirt where the fabric meets your stomach, and swiftly pull the wet fabric over your head. Now shirtless, you smile at the starstruck boy and hand him your top, “Hold this, please?” you ask sweetly.

He just gulps and nods wordlessly. You turn around and walk towards the oven, pulling an oven mitt on while doing so. Leaning down to open the oven door, you pull out the tray of freshly baked cookies and set them on top of the stove to cool. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you let out a soft moan, purposely trying to drive Jeno wild, “They smell so good. I bet they taste even better,” you state.

“Uh,” Jeno coughs as his voice cracks, “Yeah, they probably do-”

You cut Jeno off by taking one of the warm cookies and gently placing it between his lips, and his eyes widen in shock once more. Nodding to him as an encouragement to continue eating, he slowly munches on the treat, his body still frozen in place.

Jeno’s finding it difficult to chew much less swallow without choking, and all he can focus on is the look on your face as you stare up at him in anticipation. He finally finishes chewing and opens his mouth to stutter, “Y-yeah, yeah it does taste really good.”

Nodding in approval, you notice a bit of melted chocolate from the cookie that lingers on Jeno’s pink lips. Quirking your head to the side, you reach out and collect the chocolate on your thumb before bringing it back to your own lips and sucking the sweetness from the digit. You close your eyes and let out a sigh of bliss, “Hm, it really does taste good.”

Jeno doesn’t even know how to explain how he feels. Although he’s as still as a statue, his mind is running a mile a minute, and he’s nearly certain he’ll have brain damage if he sticks around any longer.

Effectively cutting off Jeno's train of thought, Taeyong calls out from the other room, "The pizza's here!"

“I- uh,” Jeno attempts to collect himself, “I just remembered I have an essay due tomorrow. I really should get going.”

Pouting your lips, you sigh once more- this time in disappointment, “Fair enough; the last thing I want is to be the reason you’re distracted.”

If he hadn’t felt like he was being suffocated at this very moment, Jeno might have laughed at the irony.

As quickly as Jeno felt the blood rush to his cock, he was out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom as fast as humanly possible. You covered your mouth to conceal your laughter until you were certain Jeno was out of earshot. Once you heard the sound of a door upstairs being hurriedly thrown open and shut, you finally let yourself laugh openly.

Who would have guessed that being the obsession of your boyfriends’ housemate would be so much fun?

Washing your hands of the butter from the freshly baked cookies, you return to the living room once more where you see your two boyfriends curled up together on the couch while casually watching the screen. Both of their necks turn to you when they hear your footsteps, and Taeyong leans over to pick up the remote and turn down the volume of the movie.

“So…?,” Jaehyun asks with a smirk, “How did he take it? I’m guessing it went well considering the fact that you’re shirtless.”

You roll your eyes and laugh whilst walking towards the couch to join them, “Let’s just say that Jeno will have plenty of instances to think about while he jacks off to the thought of me.”

Jaehyun smiles again now with an arm over you and Taeyong leaning against each of his sides, “That’s our girl.”

Taeyong frowns a bit, “Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean… I’m not denying that it’s hot, but are you sure it’s okay with Jeno?”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Jaehyun responds, letting a hand run through the hair at the base of Taeyong’s neck, “I mean have you seen the way he looks at her? It’s a miracle he didn’t cum in his pants the second we walked through the front door.”

“Yeah,” you reassure Taeyong, “I mean if we offer him the chance to join us and he says no, then we just leave it at that. We’d never force him to do something he wasn’t okay with.”

Taeyong shakes his head and leans forward a bit away from the comfort of Jaehyun’s shoulder, “Well, yeah, obviously. I’m just wondering if you’re taking it a bit too far.”

You tilt your head to the side and ponder the thought for a moment. Were you overdoing it? Maybe you should lay off a bit and see how Jeno responds.

Nodding after a moment of contemplation, you respond, “Okay, I guess you’re right. I'll tone it down a notch.”

Smiling a bit in relief, Taeyong returns his head to Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“I gotta say though, baby,” Jaehyun begins, running a hand “Seeing you tease Jeno today was driving me wild, and I wasn’t even your intended target.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, “Oh, really?”

Taeyong shifts a bit uncomfortably next to your other boyfriend, and Jaehyun turns to the older boy, “Well, would you look at that,” Jaehyun now has a hand on each one of his partners’ thighs, “I’m not the only one who was hard as a rock this entire night.”

Jaehyun grips him through his jeans, and Taeyong hisses at the feeling. Chuckling at the reaction he caused, Jaehyun turns his head towards you and reaches up your skirt with an expression of faux surprise when he reaches your soaked core.

“No, don’t tell me,” Jaehyun’s eyes widened teasingly, “You’re dripping, baby. If you two were so turned on, why didn’t you say something sooner?”

Running a finger up your slit and rubbing Taeyong’s bulge, Jaehyun bites his lip to conceal his own groans, “If you need me to take care of you… all you have to do is ask.”

At that, Jaehyun begins to unbuckle Taeyong’s belt, and Jaehyun lifts up your skirt as the older boy shimmies off his pants. Pushing your panties to the side, Jaehyun’s fingers finally make contact with where you need him most.

“Fuck,” you groan and clench your eyes at the feeling.

You open your eyes at the sound of Taeyong’s whines and see Jaehyun’s hand wrapped around the older boy’s cock. You practically drool at the sight of Taeyong fucking his way up into Jaehyun’s hand.

How did you ever get so lucky?

Taking Jaehyun’s chin in your hand, you turn his head towards you and catch his lips in a rough kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as you moan into the kiss. When you break free from the kiss, you reach your spare hand over to Jaehyun’s crotch and look up at him, “I wanna take care of you too.”

He curses at the sight of you looking up at him innocently as if you’re not asking to have his cock, “Fuck, take me in your mouth, baby.”

Undoing his pants as well, you pull out his cock and marvel at the sight. You’d been with your boyfriends for over a year, yet you never failed to be amazed by their beauty. It was no secret that your two boyfriends were ridiculously attractive… but only you got to see them in their entirety. And you made sure to worship them whenever you had the chance.

Eager to please him, you quickly took Jaehyun’s cock into your mouth and began to suck the tip. Jaehyun’s hands found their way to your scalp, held back your hair, and watched in awe as you sucked him off.

In the meantime, Jaehyun’s other hand was busy around Taeyong’s cock. Turning his gaze from you to the desperate boy beside him, Jaehyun pulled Taeyong into a kiss as well. Both men moaned as their lips met, and as you looked up towards them, you felt yourself growing even wetter.

You gasped when you felt Jaehyun’s hand release your hair and reach for your ass. You moaned around his cock as he began to finger you, and Jaehyun fucked up into your mouth at the feeling.

Although you were glad the frat house was empty (most boys either out partying or celebrating the arrival of the weekend), you wouldn’t have cared much even if the house was busier while your trio was getting each other off on the living room couch. After all, it had been agreed upon earlier on in your relationship that all of you were into public or semi-public sex. Not to mention, your group was also turned on by voyeurism.

You suppose it was fitting that you didn’t mind an audience considering how you saw a certain boy peek around the corner and gaze at your trio.

Watching Jeno from your place around Jaehyun’s cock was convenient because you could watch the boy without him noticing your gaze. You focused your attention back to sucking Jaehyun’s cock, although never letting your eyes fully stray from Jeno’s figure.

Jeno’s watching only made you hornier, and as your eyes dropped to his lower half, you could see his pants lowered and his cock being grasped in his hand. Unable to smirk with your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth, you still felt a wave of cockiness roll over you. You began to suck harder and take Jaehyun deeper as if to put on an even better show for Jeno.

“Oh, God,” Taeyong whined as Jaehyun’s hand picked up its pace around his cock, “I’m so close.”

Jaehyun grits his teeth in response to Taeyong, “I’m not typically selfish, kitty, but neither one of you can cum until I do.”

Taeyong curses at that and tries his hardest to behave. Although you can tell his willpower to hold off his release is waning with each jerk of Jaehyun’s hand.

“Please,” Taeyong nearly cries as he faces you, “Please get him off, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

Sensing your own climax nearing, you pick up your pace around Jaehyun’s cock and push yourself deeper until he hits the back of your throat. You begin to choke, but you hold yourself in place. Bringing your hand to Jaehyung’s crotch, you begin to play with his balls as you suck him off.

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun throws his head back as he begins to reach his high, “so fucking good.”

You gag as Jaehyun thrusts into your mouth thrice more before cumming down your throat. You pull your mouth from him and let some of the mixtures of drool and cum drip onto his abdomen. You whine when you feel Jaehyun’s fingers pull out of you, but Jaehyun just smiles and collects some of his cum on his finger before stuffing you full again.

Gasping, you grip Jaehyun’s thighs for support as he begins to finger you roughly. Looking over towards Taeyong, you see his hazy eyes and know he’s on the brink of cumming as well. You also gaze over at Jeno subtly and notice his eyes clenched and lip in between his teeth to conceal his moans. Your core is already sopping wet and you’re on the very brink of your climax, but you know you’d be done for if you heard Jeno’s desperate cries.

“Please, please, please,” Taeyong sobs, “Please let us cum.”

“Well,” Jaehyun laughs darkly, “Since you asked so nicely.”

Jaehyun simultaneously increases his pace in your pussy and around Taeyong’s cock, and you all moan at the feeling. You gasp and Taeyong whines, and you look over at Jeno again to see him stroking his cock almost violently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you scream, knowing that your boyfriend as well as your audience are close to their high.

You see Jeno’s grip tighten around his cock before he gasps quietly and cums in his hand, thighs shaking from the pleasure. He leans his forehead against the wall as the climax rolls over him.

Before you know it, Taeyong yelps before spilling all over his crotch as well as Jaehyun’s hand, and you follow suit by clenching around Jaehyun’s fingers and crying out both of your boyfriends’ names before nearly collapsing onto both men’s laps in a combination of exhaustion and contentment.

Your trio rearranges themselves; Jaehyun and Taeyong both putting their cocks away before zipping up their pants and you pulling your skirt back down and fixing your hair. After you’ve all collected yourselves, you and Taeyong resume your positions of lying against Jaehyun as if you had been watching the movie all along.

“Well,” Taeyong chirps, “Just another successful date night.”

You all laugh, and you look over once more towards where you saw Jeno last. You notice that he’s gone, but you smile to yourself at the fact that he saw the scene that had unfolded before him.

You just smirked to yourself.

Oh, yeah, he’ll definitely be jerking off to that.

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a/n: I hoped everyone enjoyed part one! like i said earlier, this is going to be a three-part series. the plan for now on is to release teasers on sundays @ 8pm PST and the full fics on the tuesdays @ 8pm PST directly afterward. when my college term starts, schedules for posts may change, but this will be the schedule for now. thanks for reading and look out for the part two teaser next sunday!

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salemwritesxx · 4 years ago

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↳ bottom tanjiro x male reader (7ft / 213cm)

request: hi! if your requests are open, can we have a tanjiro x male reader who’s 7’0 and everytime reader fucks him, his belly bulges and reader can’t help but tease tanjiro and tell him how small his cute little dick is

w.count: 2.4k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, belly bulging, small dick worshipping / teasing, height & size difference, big dick penetration

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“Y-Y/n!”, closing his scarlet eyes tightly, Tanjiro threw his head back against the futon whilst arching his back, another breathless moan escaping his lips when he felt your big hands against his thighs, massaging and squeezing them lightly.

“That’s it, my love, don’t stop, show me how good you feel.”, the deep purr sent a shiver down his spine, making him moan even louder and push his calloused fingers in deeper.

He was laying on the futon, legs spread and his own two digits thrusting into his little hole, showing you how messy and soft he already was. Plant oil was already dripping onto the sheets you had laid out in order to keep the futon from becoming sticky and oily.

“Ahhh, I… I feel like… I’m going crazy…Y/n!”, Kamado whimpered and moaned, tears rolling down his cute red face, though you simply chuckled.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Darling. We need to prepare you properly, no? I don’t want to hurt you.”, your deep voice was calming him down a bit, especially once you leaned in to softly kiss away the tears, though Tanjiro still felt like he was losing his mind any second. He was craving your big cock, he was addicted to the love you two made, even if it was embarrassing to admit it.

Suddenly, you reached down and pulled his hands back, earning is disgruntled whiny moan as he was now empty, though the “Thank you for the little show, Jiro. But it’s my turn to properly take care of you.” made his heart almost leap out of his chest.

Watching you with teary eyes as you rose and sat back, just to hiccup your name quietly when you took a few pillows and pushed them underneath his ass - so you didn’t have to lean down as far due to your size. Drizzling some oil onto your fingers, the anticipation was almost too much for Tanjiro.

The moment you thrusted your thick fingers into his messy hole, he was throwing his head back once more, one hand instinctively covering his mouth to hide his loud, whiny moan, though his body was reacting differently. Completely willingly pushing his ass back against your fingers, he welcomed all three of them, sucking on them with his pulsating walls.

“Hmhhm”, you snickered and then, due to his higher positioned ass, you leaned down easily to softly blow against his little dick, watching as it twitched and leaked precum. “So cute… Everything about you is so small and cute, Tanjiro. I adore you, Darling.”

“Ahnh!”, it was impossible for him to answer, too shy and tongue-tied due to your words that made him so happy and embarrassed at the same time, his heartbeat being crazily fast. His ass tightened around your fingers instantly once your warm, wet mouth completely engulfed his cute, little cock. His loud cry was only muffled by his hand pressing onto his own face.

His free hand was gripping your hair, burying his fingers into it and digging his nails into your scalp as you started sucking his little dick, playing with his foreskin and letting your wet tongue tease his precum leaking tip while his hips were bucking against your mouth a bit due to overwhelming pleasure.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, blissfully calling your name, he threw his head from side to side in order to not lose complete control over himself, the way your mouth was so hot and wet around his little cock and your fingers spreading him, Tanjiro was so close to letting loose.

Pulling back with a little pop, your e/c eyes were fixated on him, looking into his face he tried to hide behind his hand while your tongue teasingly flicked against his little hole – with the amount of precum he produces you knew he was very, very close. But you didn’t let it get far.

“HAhAHN!”, almost not able to muffle his sounds anymore, it was over when you pulled out your fingers and your mouth away from his little dick. Kamado was gasping and crying when his hand slipped from his face, revealing how red and tear-stained it already was, hence you leaned forward.

“You are such a good boy, Tanjiro. Did that feel good, hm? Having your little cock sucked and your ass fingered, yeah?”, your huge frame was hovering above him, your warm lips kissing on his tear-stained cheeks when he nodded and wrapped his arms around your broad shoulders, whispering a mere “It…It felt so good, Y/n…” while holding onto you with all his strength that was left in his small body.

“Please, I…I want the real thing, Y/n…”, he then whispered under little hiccups, scarlet eyes only half-opened as he looked up into your handsome face. “Please…”

For a few seconds, you only stared at him, before a smile flitted across your lips and you nodded.

“Alright. But I have a request, Jiro.”

“I- I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”, Tanjiro smiled crookedly and yet so lovingly as he pulled you down to nuzzle his head against yours.

“Hmm, me too, Darling.”, softly nudging his head, you then kissed his forehead, before leaning your own against his to whisper, “Will you ride me? Let me see all of you. I want to watch you feel good.”

Once your words seeped into his mind, Kamado was incredibly red, but he also shyly smiled and nodded in the end, quietly saying an “Okay, then look at me, Y/n. For as long as you want.” before you both changed positions; Tanjiro kicking the pillows away so you could lay down properly.

Crawling on top of you, he had to gulp a little as his little dick was aligned with your big cock, his messy hole immediately twitching in anticipation when his calloused hands wrapped around you, your size getting him very excited.

After listening to your own little growls and groans as he stroked you to smear your own precum and plant oil around, he positioned himself on shaky legs, relieved that you instantly grabbed his hips to hold and help him.

“Aha! Nhh!”, moaning out without restraint, Tanjiro threw his head back when your huge cockhead spread his little hole; thanks to his preparation and the oil, you slipped in effortlessly. Slowly, with your help, he let himself sink down, taking your cock inch by inch, the massive size taking his breath away as his walls were literally shivering and pulsating around your cock the more you entered him.

With sheer excitement, his cute little dick was twitching and moving while he swallowed your big one under blissful moaning and groaning. Until he finally pushed down the last inch with a hard thrust to bury it all inside of him, making him almost cry out in overwhelming pleasure, legs shaking so incredibly much while his tummy was visibly bulging due to your huge cock inside his little ass.

“Fuck, Tanjiro… Holy shit, look at you. You’re so incredible. So…fucking incredible.”, you couldn’t hold back your delightful curses as you grabbed his hips almost a little too hard to not lose your mind with how tight he was, Kamado himself breathing heavily and holding onto your hands or he would have emptied his cute dick right then and there onto your torso.

“Y/n… I… feel soo good…”, Tanjiro almost only slurred, his hair all ruffled up due to how much he was throwing his head around when the pleasure became too much.

“I’m glad, Darling.”, you were always composed, but right now, Tanjiro was so incredibly happy and proud of himself to make your own voice shake, knowing he was the reason you were not calm and collected.

“I- I’ll move, okay?”, he asked for permission even though he knew he didn’t need to, but seeing your little nod was important to him, thus, he slowly started grinding on top of you, your big hand that was on his tummy rubbing against the visible bulge, before you slid down and started playing with his little dick again, immediately earning his whimper.

You didn’t know how it was possible that such a fearsome demon slayer, who went through so much, could be so, so… so incredibly cute. How he was melting on top of you, being destroyed by your big cock penetrating him was so adorable.

Tanjiro’s cute little dick bouncing with every thrust. Every time he came down hard, his tummy bulged and his cute cock moved as well, all while he was moaning without holding back anymore, maybe also because one hand was holding your own, your fingers intertwined, knowing you weren’t grossed out by his scarred hand – never.

Squeezing his hand softly, you encouraged him to keep going. Tanjiro’s free one was resting on his bulging belly - making him even more turned on. Seeing and feeling his body moving like that, loving the way he was feeling your cock so vividly in his tight little hole, while also being proud of himself for effortlessly taking it like that.

“Tanjiro…”, the groans made his heart jump and he squeezed your hand a little harder. Slowly, he increased his pace as he started to truly ride you, slamming his hips down onto your cock, making his own bounce happily until you engulfed it with your hand and thus, in return, making him whimper and moan.

“God, look at your little dick. It’s so small and cute. And so sensitive.”, your raspy laughter sent a chill up his spine, your teasing words only getting him more turned on as he squeaked a high-pitched “Hmhh” before he had to gasp for breath once you pulled down his foreskin to expose his red, sensitive tip.

“N-noo Y/n.. I… Ahhh”, even though he said no, he was still pushing and bucking against your hand so desperately when you rubbed your thick thumb over the sensitive little head, your chuckled “Do you really want me to stop, Darling? Your tiny little dick loves the attention, just look how red it is. And how wet.” making him sob in bliss and afterwards merely mutter, “N-Noo, d-don’t stop, p-please…”

And you didn’t stop, more the opposite, making sure to rub his cockhead thoroughly to hear his beautiful, whiny cries. Tanjiro’s legs twitching together whenever he felt like it was too much, his little dick just too sensitive to handle all the these things, he really was so close to releasing his cum all over your tummy.

“Y/n, Y/n!”, like a spell, your name was dripping from his lips as his movements became more erratic and sloppy, ramming your thick cock into his messy hole, hitting his sweet spot that he felt his tummy bulging against his hand every time, thus making him even more riled up knowing how deeply you penetrated him.

“Look, you are oozing so much. Your little cock really likes being rubbed like that, hm?”, you teased and asked him again, making Tanjiro merely whimper and nod as he slammed his hips down one last time before grinding and moving against your rubbing hand.

“R-Rub…Rub it more, p-please. Touch me… I-I can't hold… it…”, he sobbed and cried while digging the nails into the back of your hand he was holding.

“As you wish, Darling. Let it all out, let’s watch your cute little dick being overwhelmed.”, your own little gasps were interrupting you here and there, due to how much your lover was griding against your cock, while his whimpery, approved “Hmhm” made you grin.

Moaning your name once more, Kamado was desperately gasping for breath, before he started riding you one last time, your cock hitting him so deeply, letting you watch how it rearranged his insides with his belly visibly bulging whenever he came down hard. He loved the way you stared at him with your glazed e/c eyes.

“AHnhH!”, desperately bucking his hips against your fingers, he was so close and your own breathless moans told him you were also not going to last much longer, hence why, Tanjiro took the last bit of strength he had left in his body to really slam his hips down, riding you so vigorously that his ass was audibly slapping against your skin. You even had to let go of his small cock to grab his thigh because the way he rode you drove you literally crazy in the best way possible.

“Fuck, fuck! Tanjiro!”, hearing your deep moan and watching your in lust twisted face, he only moaned your name in response, his dick bouncing against his own bulging tummy now due to his hard movements.

“I-I… I am going crazy, ahh!”, he cried out one last time before he arched his back almost so much you thought it might snap. His little dick was cumming so hard as seed squirted onto your torso, while his ass was pulsating and literally sucking you in so much that you couldn’t hold back either, letting your hips thrust only a few more times before you released it all inside, making Tanjiro whine even louder as he felt your hot fluids fill him up.

Gasping for breath, he stayed on top of you for a few seconds, savoring the moment of being stuffed with cum, until he slowly and shakily raised his hips, your own hiss as you helped him and watched your thick cock slip out slowly making him whimper blissfully.

Eventually, your huge dick slipped out and slapped back against your tummy while cum was dripping out of his messy hole, though you couldn’t stare for much longer as he collapsed beside you onto the futon at last, still gasping and delirious.

“Hmm”, however, an immediate delightful hum escaped his closed lips when your strong, big arms wrapped around his small body. Your lips were kissing along his cute face, whilst you gently pushed the messy hair out of it with your hand.

“I love you, Darling.”, peppering sweet kisses onto his cheek and neck, you whispered these love-filled words against his skin, his happily giggled, “I love you too, Y/n.” made you also chuckle a little.

Snuggling against your big, warm body, he knew you both were in need of a bath, but for now, he simply relished this very rare, quiet moment with you where there was no fighting, no demons, no Nezuko to worry about, just you two laying on the futon and listening to each other’s sweet nothings and little giggles as you exchanged loving words and kisses.

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writer’s note: i want tanjiro to ride me so hard my hips break 😩 since this was my first request, i hope it was enjoyable to read!

#salemswriting.#kamado tanjiro #tanjiro x male reader #kny x male reader #bottom tanjiro #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x you #smut

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moved2violentfeedist · 3 years ago

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youve been captured in your sleep by a very large bug woman and are taken back to her lair. she binds you to the wall with adhesive webbing and waits for you to wake up. once you do, shs stuffs her overfull tits into your face and fills your mouth with delicious nectar. your thoughts of confusion melt away as you drink, and before you know it youve emptied both of her breasts.

the sheer amount of nectar makes your stomach push out quite a bit. she gropes and massages your belly, which churns and gurgles loudly in response to her touch. you can feel a pressure all around your body as the nectar melts into fat on your frame, making you visibly gain weight.

she breeds you, filling your womb with marble-sized eggs a dense cum, which makes your stomach push out even more. at this point, your appetite has spiked and your stomach is growling. she feeds you everything she has. cooked and preserved meats, big juicy berries and fruits, an entire barrels worth of honey mead, a really big loaf of sourdough bread, a shit ton of cooked snd seasoned fish from the nearby lake...

a year has passed. youve gotten so big and fat from all the massive meals required to keep you fed. your stomach has grown massive, filled with at least a hundred eggs the size of baseballs and layered with thick, soft blubber. your tits have swelled out greatly and hold a gallons worth of sweet milk each.

your bugwife has taken great care of you, feeding you big meals, washing it all down with her nectar, breeding you whenever youre horny, worshipping your bloated form...

a few days after you lay the first batch of soft and squishy eggs, she fills you again to repeat the process, calling you her "cute little broodmother <3"

this was really cute to read^^

#ask #animalistic #i hate the usage of you in stuff like this;;#imagine not being uncomfy by words lol

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blue-broken-heart · 3 years ago

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Missing An Exam Would Be Better Than This Shit- Taeil Moon x Reader (19+)

Missing An Exam Would be Better Than This Shit L14R

Summary: They love each other but to keep this relationship going they hide their lies and have a lot of seggs, until you slip up with your words. [Sumn about a sweet boyfriend Taeil and a bad girl reader?]

Notes: Taeil is a college student as SM university, headed by a shrewd business man that only cares about grades and good P.R. Y/N is a part of Gold Hunt ran By Kun. Her best friends are Lulu bell, Yanggie, Dre and Jun. They are way to close as they have been everything to each other from strangers to lovers.

That was worse than I expected

!This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! !This Is A Work Of Fiction! Something about that little incident made you grab onto him. You felt as though you could care less but your breath was stifled, you eyes were pressured behind your eyes as you wondered what the fuck happened to lead you to this moment. Instincts can be divided into four characteristics, and your cute gentle boyfriend awoke all of them in you. Freud decided back in who knows when that instinct can be broken into two phenomena, mentally and physically, psychological and biological. Your instincts became a representation of your physical and mental needs. This man drew it all out and broke it down.

At this very moment, Taeil wanted to go to the bookstore to get a reference text for one of his classes. It was a sheer amount of pressure building in you as he stumbled out of his class. Through the halls of the college to the front where you sat leaning against your motorcycle. You stood in a pair of high leather boots, a black denim jeans and a print t-shirt of a cartoon character. Waiting patiently as your heart pounded against your ribs.

What was Taeil wearing? How was his classes?

You could feel the raw strength of your knees shaking as you tried to fight the towering building telling you he was drawing closer after a quick glimpse at his message.

Freud said the aim of instinctual impulses was satisfaction of which can be achieved in numerous ways. Slowly you looked up to see the sun shining down directly overhead as the brown hair man laughed loudly, almost falling out of the school’s doors. His friends Mark and HaeChan are hanging off each other.

The pair in total opposite clothes, Mark in a white t-shirt and blue denim jeans, hair falling into his eyes from the oily sheen of overwork. HaeChan normally wore much more formal clothes. A red track suit, with some layered silver chains, and his favourite sneakers.

Before you could get a proper glimpse at your boyfriend a pair smashed into him sending him tumbling into the arguing Taeyong and Doyoung walking in front of the group. In a blue oversized sweater and Doyoung in a black shirt. The couple was always contrasting in outfits but looked f*cking hot next to each other. You could only imagine what they were like in the bedroom.

Johnny, was grabbing wildly at the air as he hit the ground, his muscle shirt flaring up as Ten fell onto him. Ten was dressed in a light blue dress. With black and white striped stockings. Ten was also so sexy. His long legs and outward personality that just eluded confidence?

Ten was the perfect man that could switch from masculine to feminine. Paired with the hunk of a man called Johnny? Ten couldn’t be the top in their relationship...could he?

Finally you were able to gaze upon Taeil’s attention. As Freud said there must be an object to which the gratification to ease the pressure must be released when the direct form of release is blocked. To you that was looking at him. As though the Gods themself had illuminated a beam for him. Taeil glowed. Radiance of his olive skin, and loving eyes, straight bowed nose that was like cupid himself had given up in the face of Taeil’s creation.

Looking at Taeil you couldn’t wait to worship his body. Taeil may have been older than you but you had more experience in life and s*x. Yet somehow this grey hoodie wearing man was the source of your impulses. Not a single ex could stir the feeling in your chest...neither in your heart...your stomach….nor in between your legs. This man drew every sensation out of your central nervous system. He made your brain secrete hormones that you never knew could be released.

“Illy broooo!!!” Mark yelled so loud you heard.

Taeil laughed.

“You sexy biker girls waiting,” HeaCHan finished laughing.

“Who’s gonna be bending later?” Johnny teased, “You? Or Her?”

“Honestly...I can’t see her being the bender,” Ten stated running the distance to wrap an arm over your shoulder, “Tell me babe? Who goes down and who screams?”

“Tennie, tell me where you got those stockings,” You smirk running a hand along his leg, “I’d love to see them over my shoulders.” You nipped at his ear.

“Babe~” Ten whispered into your ear, “You can’t handle me,”

“Wanna bet?” You ask spinning Ten to face you, leaning against the bike as you pulled him closer to you, “I can F*ck you silly on the open road you know. Let everyone see that tempting body.”

“Okay you two we are still on campus!” Johnny yelled, jogging closer. Leaving the other behind as they walked at their own pace.

“Illy bro! Your girl wants Ten now!” Doyoung called back. As Taeil seemed to reach into his bag, taking his phone out to take a picture of you and Ten. Your eyes drifted over to him, as you ran a hand to Ten’s *ss causing him to giggle. Lookingas Taeil took the photo causing him to be jeered at by the boys.

“Come on Babe, let Bun go,” Johnny laughed. Eyes widening as a neatly dressed older man stepped out of the doors. He was in a simple black suit and held an air about him as the entire court yard quieted.

Letting Ten out of your arms, Ten pulled the Black bow out of his hair, and stepped behind the bike to hide the skirt he was wearing. A man who could make Ten act like a ‘normie’?

Who the hell was he? You were curious as you noticed all the boys getting shifty and removing hands from each other as he walked over to the group.

“Who the f*ck is that?” You whisper to Johnny.

“The big boss...our Dean Soo Man,” Johnny whispered back. Watching as from behind him Jaehyun popped out. You hated the atmosphere that he made the boys change to, but what did you know?

You didn’t go to this school. It was one of the biggest and most well known schools in the world, known for its prestige and high achieving students. Yet you were just an aloof, nobody who happened to meet Taeil.

“Jay Jay!” You screamed out to the man. Noticing how HaeChan and TaeYong flinched at you yelling out. Even the Dean looked surprised, had he not noticed you?

“Shut up,” Mark jumped, “Don’t mak-he’s coming over isn’t he?”

Nodding as this infamous Soo Man walked over, Jay in tow.

“Good Afternoon boy,” SooMan greeted, looking over at each other them before stopping on you, “And who might you be young lady?”

“Pleasure Mr Dean Sir,” You grinned out, gesturing as he encased your hand in a shake, “I’m ______+. I’m sorry but I don’t attend your school.”

“Then I assume you are here to see one of them?” He asked. You could feel the anxiousness floating in the air.

“Yup,” You said laxly popping your words.

“Ah,” SooMan nodded, grabbing Jay’s arm and bringing him forward, “I was just here to return this one.”

“Perfect timing Sir,” You said grabbing Jay’s opposite arms squeezing his bicep, “I’ll be taking him home then.”

“Are you Mr. Jungs’ sister?” SooMan asked and you nodded.

“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Jung, I take it your parents haven’t returned yet?” SooMan asked. Jaehyun stood a little behind you gripping you hand as you spoke.

“Not yet, they’ve been shackled with work,” You lie, “So why’d you have to take JayJay?”

“Ah! I almost forgot, Mr Jung has been causing a number of issues lately, most severely cheating on an exam,” SooMan said and JaeHyun squeezed your hand. Twice softly- say something flattering.

“Cheating? I highly doubt it Sir, Is there any way to confirm it was him? Jay did get into the school on a transfer application.” You said knowing that was the hardest exam to pass.

“We have it under investigation but Ms Jung given Mr. Jung’s record the odds are not in his favour,”

“Then I’ll take it as you have more work to do,” You looked harshly at the older man, knowing the current ‘top 4’ students of the school weren’t in that position because of their ability, “And not give you niece-to-be a free hall pass?”

Jaehyun squeezed your hand so hard you thought he drew blood. The open air area seemed to have dropped by 100 degrees as the area got cold. Did you slip up? You lifted a brow at the stunned man who let out a deep laugh.

“Ms Jung, how entertaining are you?” SooMan laughed then looked at his watch, “I’m afraid I have to take my leave now.”

“Please, Travel safely,” You said watching as the man walked off. Students hurrying out of his way and bowing to him in respect.

“What the F*ck?”

“Why?”

“f*ckkkk”

“Are you dumb?”

“B*tch that was wayyy too brave,”

“Oh f*ck you I think i just swallowed my liver,”

A chorus of curses came out of the boy’s mouths as their Dean walked off. You smiled and breathed out as JaeHyun wrapped your hands together, kissing you knuckles, “Thanks Babe,”

“Ew, you got spit on my-” You started as JaeHyun laughed.

“There are other places I’d gladly coat in spit because you just saved my life,” Jay laughed, causing you, Johnny and TaeYong to hit him.

“What the hell happened?” Mark asked, “Why did old pink wink keep you that long after class?”

“Broooo you wont believe this sh*t, you know that Ka-something gir? The top student? She told big SM there she saw answers on my sneakers!” JaeHyun complained while lifting his foot to show a normal sneaker, “They kept my slides because the chem department has to run some tests to see in I clean the ink off or not.”

“What the actual f*ck is going on within those doorsS?” You ask. The only reason you could drive in the school is because Taeil gave you his Parking I.D sticker thing to put on your bike.

“Way too much babe,” Doyoung said, causing you to perk up.

“You did it. I heard it,” You say excitedly running from the bike to Doyung who stood between TaeYong and Taeil. Jumping to wrap your arms around him, “You called me Babe! And not ____+ for the second time.”

DoYoung never called you ‘Babe’ like the rest of Taeil’s friends. They just didn’t like how your name sounded without any familiar sort of feeling and they didn’t want to exclude you since you were friends with them

“Holy Sh*t,” TaeYong’s eyes widened. If that were possible, “He did.”

He laughed, smacking his boyfriend's shoulder.

“Let's tie him down a kiss him right now,” You need to TaeYong who switched spots with you as you held back Doyoung’s arms.

“Okay okay!” Taeil clapped, “It’s going to be 1 soon, and I have to go before the place closes,”

“Don’t be a pr*ck Illy,” Ten laughed, “You’re just jealous Babe was gonna have a threesome with them in the courtyard.”

“Am not-”

“Are too-”

“Am Not!”

“ARE TOO!”HeaChan yelled, “Lets just f*cking go! I have a sh*tting headache from Yoo’s class and I wanna f*cking commit sui-slide right about fr*cking now.”

“F**ck boo,” You laugh knowing how boring the man’s lectures were. Waiting as the other dispersed with their respective goodbyes then went their way. Leaving you to see Taeil. Standing relaxed with his hands in his hoodie pocket. Book bag pulling at his shoulders and the cutes glint in his eyes as your stomach boiled, as he strolled over.

Taeil’s face said it all. You seen that look on his face a few times before when you’d flirt with his friends, and be punished for it later. You bite your lip thinking about how he’d edge you and leave you vying against restraints to rub out your own arousal. How his lips would gently caress your skin as he trailed ice over your body.

You were the violent one but Taeil was a sadistic mother f*cker. You loved every moment of it. Much like now, he strolled up to you with a sweet smile plastered on his face. It melted your heart and lit something in you at the same time. Hunger vs Love.

Freud had two ways of classifying instincts through biological or psychological aspects. He gave you unbiased instinctual urges to be with him, and hold him through the night. Scream his name while he screwed you silly, and by all means he knew how to do it right despite how he looked. A quiet, nerdy, simpleton who couldn’t fight back.

“You know, puppy, not all b*tches have to make noise when they want to f*ck,” Taeil whispered, as he pulled you into a hug, “Good afternoon, hon,” He smiled after letting you out of the hug.

It had your stomach doing flips. As you smiled back at him before straddling your bike. Hearing the soft purr of the stalled engine, you couldn’t wait until it was Taeil under you, between your legs. Having his hot c*ck dipping in and out of you c*nt. As his stomach shakes, while you ride him through his orgasm. Having your eyes roll back as he switches positions and makes your entire body convulse under his control.

F*ck you couldn’t help but moan a little as Taeil got on behind you. His body pressing against yours. His hands make its way around your waist, gently cupping your lower stomach. In the same manner as when he f*cked you from behind, wanting to feel his c*ck in your stomach.

Taeil mused through the helmet into your ear, “Come on, Puppy, Don’t sit like a b*tch in heat, just because I put my hands on you.” He stroked your stomach as you stabled the bike and lifted the kickstand. Lurching the bike forward. He flipped your visor down to cover your eyes then did his. Hands returning to your stomach.

“How were classes today, Worm?” You asked. Through your helmet’s bluetooth.

“Puppy, I almost died with those pictures you sent,” Taeil groaned, rubbing closer to you, “I got so hungry...where’d you go?”

Life maintenance and Pleasure are the two extremes by which people operate. You lived your life by these two things. Maintenance; you wanted something; a movie? You watched it. Food? you drove and got it. Clothes? You bought it. Pleasure is where you weren’t as well balanced since Taeil had a tendency to control it. Why? Taeil’s ego could only take so much.

His ego made his instinct of self preservation so high that Taeil Libido didn’t matter much if it was the desire for sexual pleasure or gratification, it could have been the general stimulus of pleasure. Which made his libiodo be broken into two types which he showed to his friends and what he showed you.

His friends knew survival, his hunger. To them Taeil didn’t care much for s*x or anything of the sorts but with you? You saw his Libido, his sexual instincts which were catered to giving another pleasure. TO some it could be called love. The way Taeil cared for you, made you experience new highs, the way he helped you to dress, he made breakfast for you. He rubbed your back and washed your hair when you didn’t feel like it.

Looking at the world zipped by you could swear that it was only you and Taeil in the world. He had his head on your shoulder, mumbling little nothings about his day. Telling you about his morning classes, a coffee run with Jeno after losing a bet. THe coffee barista hitting on him and even about them catching Johnny and Ten making out before a lecture in the locked classroom. Hence Ten’s Alice in Wonderland outfit. Johnny always had a thing for Alice because of her whole cute ‘running away from her wedding to trip acid with a rabbit’ thing.

“But do you know where Tennie got those stockings?” You ask, looking back at Taeil. Glimpsing through the visor to see his pretty eyelashes resting on his cheek. Resting his eyes?

“Why?”Taeil questioned.

“They’re cute..you think he’ll let me borrow them?” You ask, “I have this party to go to in a few days.”

“A party?” Taeil asked, “Who are you going with?”

“Uhh you know Lucas from the track right? Tall, angry looking with a stretched lobe?”

“THe ducati dude you said could make you a size queen?” Taeil laughed. As you nodded.

“Him, some of his team and a few people from Gold Hunt,” You said, muttering the name of the gang quietly.

“Are they looking for you again?” Taeil asked.

“No, it’s just the normal yearly parties they throw,” You mumble, “Nothing illegal.”

“_____+ You know I don’t like you mingling with those people.” Taeil muttered.

“I won’t get mixed up in that sh*t,” You laugh, knowing fully well that you won’t...well in front of Taeil that is.

“Book store,” You mumble as Taeil pointed the way. Into a cute little back alley store with purple fairy lights. It was cozy looking as you came to a stop. Parking the bike under a little shed to prevent any sudden bursts of rain from soaking it.

Taeil tended to lose track of time when he entered a bookstore, outrightly forgetting his assignments and extracurriculars. This one was just a perfect mix of thing you both liked, there were hundreds of books placed all around with mismatched chairs to sit and read. A cute little man sat at a cashier biting his thumb, head on his knee as he flipped through the book. Eyes widening as you two stepped throught he threshold of the store.

“Hey Worm, i’m gonna ask the guy about a bike manual okay?” You whisper to Taeil. He patted you *ss and stepped away. Nodding to the clerk and disappearing among the piles of knowledge.

The warm light bathed the store as you walked to him immediately. The simply clothed WinWin sat confused as to why you walked in. He looked at Taeil then back to you clear confusion asked; ‘Why the f*ck are you in the store?’

“You didn’t tell me this is where the store was!?” you yelled at him in a whisper. The track was an excuse to meet your friends in the gang. Gold Hunt was in a bittersweet time of crime and rewards. Lucas was one of the only faces Taeil knew, and barely wanted you around them.

Lucas, Hendery, YangYang and XiaoJun, Were the four Taeil knew, he didn’t like them one bit but put up with them since they were often lurking around your apartment, or brought some of their hookups to your place to f*ck.

“B*tch why the f*ck are you here?” Winwin replied not looking up from his book again, “You know if Kun finds out you were here he’ll have you bent over and spanked.”

“Oh f*ck off, papa doesn’t f*ck with us like that,” You scoff. Kun, your boss, was very lenient to most of you, thankfully you fell into that group, WinWIn being the one person everyone doted on.

He was fully capable of killing us all and walking out without a single care or getting caught. That’s what made him Kun’s favourite. Kun was a sly businessman that kept you all on the side. He owns a multibillion dollar business and used Gold Hunt to keep his competitors at bay.

“_____+ you know we can’t meet, not even show up together since our dahlia incident,” Winwin said, “Just take this and go read or something, Papa will text us where the next party will take place.”

“Hey, do you have a copy of my bike’s manual?” You ask looking down at the hastily made book with sticky notes and little drawings on it.

“With your mods,” Win smiled. Juting to the little blue couch that sat low to the ground.

“F*ck baby I love you,” You moan out hugging the manual. Shutting up as you recalled Taeil.

“Blankets in the right side cabinet.”Win said softly as you walked off.

Dropping onto the couch after flipping through the manual, win gave you a cup of coffee and moved away, you pulled the blanket to your jaw and drifted to sleep.

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About an hour or two later you roused, with Taeil's head on your shoulder. His attention fully focused on a book on literature in english. Leaning your head back you groaned loudly, making Taeil jump. Giggling slightly as you felt the sleep drowning your mind out.

“Puppy, are you ready?” Taeil asked placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Mmmhk,” You rub your eyes moving to face Taeil, “Are you done with your research?”

Yawning as Taeil shuffled around some books in front of him and showed you a half written page.

“I’m sorry pup, not yet,” Taeil smiled apologitically, “You can rest It’s raining so we won’t be able to leave yet anyways.”

“Mmh,” You mumbled and closed your eyes again, “Can you write down the suspension, and the number for my shocks.” You patted the motorcycle manual.

“Yeah, I’ll wake you up later okay?” Taeil said and you fell asleep again.

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Pulling up in front of Taeil’s dorms, your were almost sure he’d gotten locked out. It was almost morning and you two had fallen asleep in the book store. Thankfully winwin left you two alone.

“Worm, are you sure you don’t wanna stay the night at my place?” You ask unsure as he strolled up to the guard booth. Speaking to the man for a little then walking back.

“He won’t let me in,” Taeil pouted as you placed a hand on his cheek to make him smile.

“Then come home with me,” You smirk, placing a small kiss on his lips, “Just shut up and come home with me dummy.”

“Pup, I- I have an exam tomorrow….I can’t tonight,” Taeil mumbled, leaning to kiss you again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, running it over your teeth, his head struggling to fit through the helmet’s visor.

You felt stuffy and your urges that laid dormant earlier grew again. Taeil pulled back. Getting on the bike again, “Turn around.” He ordered.

You spun to face him, throwing your legs over his as he stabled your bike and moved up. Pushing you against his d*ck, as he took your place on the seat, having you straddle him, “Is anyone at home?”

Taeil asked, grabbing the handle bar, after waving to the guard.

“I don’t think so but YangYang said he’d come over with Hendery and some chick,” You pulling his helmet on for him.

“I don’t get it why do you let them f*ck in your house?” Taeil asked, driving off as you wrap your legs around his waist, “I won't be able to study and I’m sure it’ll be uncomfortable to just be there?”

“I mean,” You said, leaning a little as Taeil broke a corner and sped up, “How often do we really do anything sexual?”

“Twice every other month,” Taeil said, “Sometimes two times a week or three depending on your cycle.”

“You keep track?” You ask, not sure if you meant about your menstrual cycle of how often you two boned.

“Just in case a little horny puppy get carried away while f*cking,” Taeil said.

“Do you need anything or will you just take the guys clothes?” You asked, “You remember the conbini by me.”

“Yeah, I’ll make do,” Taeil said, falling into silence again.

He stopped at a traffic light, leaning back and you looked at the stars, feeling Taeils hands poke at your waist. You didn’t care about the stares from others but Taeil was testing your restraint.

“Worm,” You mutter. Short for bookworm, everytime you met before becoming a couple, his nose was in a book.

“What’s up?” Taeil looked up His helmet hitting yours. You both laughed out loud.

“ No I was gonna ask if you need me to help you study. If those *sses are tag teaming some sad girl, I can help distract you,” You offer. Who was the sad b*tch that was rope into that pairs bullsh*t?

“Do you even know how to do *redacted *?” Taeil asked and your ears blanked.

“I-yeah why not? I was a good student, you know! I just didn’t like school,” You complain as he drove off again, “But no conbini, no clothes? What are you gonna do? Show up wearing that tomorrow?”

“Why not? I can take the other bike and boom no one knows I spent the night,” Taeil said as if it was a fool proof plan.

“Yeah but you act like you can ride so why are you suddenly showing up with a bike? And did you really think I’m letting HaeChan and Johnny get their hands on my project bike?!” You ask, almost feeling their hands on the bike you built from scratch at home, “They’ll strip chubby bear, then ridicule every part under her hood.”

“Like how you’ve been eye f*cking me all day expecting something?” Taeil asked, pushing his crotch into yours as the bike sped up some more.

“What? Are you going to do something about it, Worm?” You teased, scooting down, running your hand on his pelvis lightly. Stopping as you felt the bike wobble, “Can you even keep it up long enough? Is that why you like to play first?”

“Puppy don’t f*cking test me right now,” Taeil said as you felt the bike lurch forward, he was quiet obviously breaking the speed limit. You would have to pay that ticket, but you made sure Taeil never asked where that money came from.

It felt like in the next instant you were stumbling into the elevator with Taeil’s hands up your shirt, flashing the guard your room card as Taeil pushed you through the now opened door. Taeil’s lips were rough from his constant biting and his nails were long from neglect while studying. His nails bruised your back as his lips made its way to your neck. Pushing both helmets into your hands and he lifted you into his arms. Legs locking around his waist as he pushed you into the door.

Taeil was panting into your mouth refusing to unlatch himself from you as his suffocation reached its peak and he pulled back with a snapping strand of spit from your own mouth to his. He went back in as soon as he got a little air, pulling at your clothes as he balanced himself walking to your apartment.

“F*ck, Worm, your nails,” You moaned as they grazed your waist sharply.

“Does it hurt too much?” Taeil said in broken kisses. He was so passionately kissing you skin he might as well have just liked you, “Does it f*cking hurt your sexy back?”

“It does,” You moan, as Taeil dragged his nails down your back. Forcing both of you out the kiss. You caught the look in his eyes. If this went on you wouldn’t be able to walk straight in the morning.

Pressing you against the door, he knocked in case one of the boys were in there and indecent, placing short kissing onto your lips as you tried to message them.

“I- Worm-st-baby-wait,” Your attempted at finding the contacts was halted each time Taeil kissed you. This made you stop and just accept his kisses, “Aren’t. Your. Arms. Strained. Yet?”

“No. It’ll. Never. Be. to much. to . lift my. Puppy,” Taeil said, until you pushed his face away. Releasing yourself from his arms as you fall ot the ground. Leaving Taeil laughing.

“Stop it,” You blush as you unlock the door, “They aren’t here i gu-”

Clothes and shoes messily strewn about, leading into the house where there were no sounds. Bending you picked up each article of clothing. Both theirs and hers, sighing hoping they’d clean up this time.

“That won't work,” Taeil sucked his teeth helping up to straighten up the shoes, before taking his off, “Pup….there are four pairs of shoes here.”

“Who-Ahhh sh*t,” You grumble, running in to drop the clothes on the living room couch. Dashing through the white walled corridors that were twisted and a little confusing, you slammed open your training room door. It wasn’t much, a boxing bag. Weights, mats and some other little things. Other than those there was a basket chair that hung from the corner of the room, you slept in it sometimes.

There were hooks on the walls and ceilings that could have things attached to it, and that was exactly what you saw. Your equipment gone and a number of black leather hanging down under some chains, and in the middle was the poor schmuck tied you, and gagged, Hendrey stood behind her taking her mercilessly as the seing did most of the work. When she moved let hendery out Yang entered her mouth. Horrifylings Jun stood next to them with a rope whacking her occasionally after guind her to take their bodies.

“You f*ckers!” You scream out dashing into the room knocking Jun to the floor. Immediately hitting him, “Why.. the. F*ck. did. you .use. My. training. Room!”

The womans eyes flew open to the sceen at her side tear dripping down, as she struggled to move, as yang took the open mouth gag thing out.

“Get me down! I shouldn’t be here,” She squealed.

“I’m tapping out,” Jun groaned as you finally managed to land a blow to his jaw. Jumping up you attacked Hendery next as he was closer. Socking him straight in the stomach as he moaned out and crumpled to his knees, you whipped your head up to glare at Yang, trying to cover his d*ck as you stood up, rotating your shoulders.

“10 seconds. Explain,” You seeth.

“I told them we should use your room since you like to sleep in here, but Dre indisted on here since the hooks-f*ck,” Yang cursed as you jumped and spun kicking him in the cheek. Landing roughly.

“F*ck I think i rolled my ankle,” You groaned, turning to see Jun and Dre sitting talking quietly, “Keep it down a bit Worm has to study,” You said, limping out the room to lean on the door frame, “And no babe,” You looked at the girl, “I’m not with any of them, but if you’re free and don’t wanna play with them...call me?” You wink at the bunny eared girl.

“Don’t you try to f*cking take our girl again!” Jun yelled, “We rarely share a woman and now your trying to take her?! Wasn’t that baddie Lucia enough?”

“F*ck, Lucia’s really hot tho,” You groaned, teasingly at the boys who lost the goddess of a woman.

“You still- even with the worm?” Dre asked hushed.

“Mmh,” You nod, “He doesn’t need to know about her, Wait Book. Study. Keep it down a bit. Cool?”

“Yeah, study,” Yang groaned sarcastically, “More like studying Minx’s body. We better not see any funny business when we come out.”

“Yeah like seeing my *ss is so scary, you have all seen it by accident or out of sheer curiosity.” You sucked your teeth, “Anyways continue,” You gesture with your hands.

“I mean it is the cute pasty kinda colour,” Jun said.

“Yeah she got a phatty,” Dre nodded.

“Cause Papa works her out good and proper,” Yang snickered as you threw a riding crop at his head and slammed the door shut after on more warning, “Don’t F*cking have s*x on my f*cking chair.” You pointed and slammed the door.

Sighing out as music began leaking out of the room. You walked a;ong the hardwood floor for a bit, turned the corner to the main bedroom and bathroom. Opposite of the was the guest ones and straight ahead was the kitchen, which you passed though looking at the door on your right. Taeil was gone. Walking straight you strolled into the living room. It was in similar black and white scale with little to no personal belongings.

Taeil sat on the floor, books spread across the table and his little essay on his lap closest to him. You sigh out, taking off the denim jeans and dropping onto a single couch, “F*ck I can’t tell you how long I waited to take those off.”

You sighed out pushing your leg and showed Taeil the print it made in your skin. Taeil moved putting his page into a binder as he moved to kiss up your leg. Sucking the skin at the top of your thigh roughly as he made a mark before pulling back, “F*ck you worm.”

“I’m up for it if you are,” He winked. As You sat near him.

“I’m letting your stay the night not f*ck me all night,” You nudged his shoulder, as he went back to work. Leaning against him you used ur ear buds and laid about listening to music. Taeil gently rubbed your calves as you laid comfortable. His eyes etuck to the book as a call came through, “I have to take this call, I’ll be back okay worm?”

You said standing up not waiting for his answer as you ran into your room to find some oddly placed boxes.

“Hey papa,” You greeted Kun.

“Minx,” Kun’s gruff voice came through the phone, “What are they doing? Si-Cheng said you were with your cover boyfriend?”

“Uhhg.. yeah I’m with Taeil, as for Dre, Jun and Yang...their in the training room at my apartment,” You gritted your teeth.

“Doing? You don’t sound to pleased,” Kun said his voice relaxing as his chair creaked. Maybe he leaned back.

“Yeah...their in my training room having a foursome with some woman,” You say flat out.

“Ahh, okay,” Kun nodded, “I have to let you know about the party, please pass thing on to them. I have told Win, Lucas and Red Candy already.”

“Yes sir,” You nod. Stepping to lock the door.

“We have found a new dealer in the Breninshian area, and I want him gone. He’ll be there tonight your mission to to get rid of him,” Kun said. A hit how fun.

“Yes Papa,” You accept, “Any specialities?”

“Carve the VRA logo into his chest,” Kun said and hung up. Wait...date...and location…?

You’ll have to ask Lucas. Taking a breath you ensured your fake bottom under your bed was locked and straightened everything before walking back to meet Taeil, looking lazily at a certain text.

“Is something wrong, Worm?” You ask, slipping between him and the phone, straddling his lap.

“No...it’s just my father wants me to go somewhere on behalf of him in a few days…,” Taeil stressed, he said nothing about his family and you respected that despite knowing it was a businessman, That was it.

“Do you have too?” You ask, rubbing his chest slowly, then his stomach.

“Yeah, he said he absolutely needs me there,” Taeil grumbled as you caressed his waist, “But you know what is a little intentional?”

“What worm?” You ask to move off of him.

“This c*ck isn’t going to suck itself puppy,’ Taeil directed your eyes to his. Gazing gently at your features as you laughed.

“F*ck babe, as much as I love too...I’m not feeling it right now,” You laughed, dropping to hug the man. Resting your head of his chest listening to his blood pump. F*ck if your weren't lying to him.

“Liar,” Taeil mused, tapping his finger up your back cupping your neck bring you down into a kiss. Taeil lips sucked the moans out of you as he slipped a little cloth over your eyes. F*ck you got caught up as Taeil dipped you back.

“Pup, are you okay with this?” Taeil asked, feeling your back against the table. Moaning in agreement causied taeil to speak again, “Use your words Puppy,”

“Yes Taeil,” You moaned as you felt a feather like trail down your body. Pulling at the band of your underwear, as a stub passed next to your thighs. A sudden pinch made you arch off the table as tried to sit up. Only to have taeil pin your hands back.

Speaking slowly into your ear, his voice was but a whisper, “How quickly can you c*m?”

“I-I theres peOPLE HeReeE,” Your broke up as his ghostly figure moved and began to suck you through your underwear as you spoke. Taeil’s motions were like little waves, he liked to push his head into you, the pressure build quickly.

“T-T-t-t-taeeee--taeeii~,” You tried to tell him to stop feeling as your knees were pushed back, crossing them over his shoulders as he bent down a little. THe band of your underwear being pulled aside as Taeil’s tongue grazed your skin.

“F*ck!” You yelled out tensing your legs and moving to bite your hand.

“Come on puppy,” Taeil snickered out from between your legs, “Should we play a little game?”

He asked, kissing your thighs as you tried to calm down. But the lingering feeling of his warm lips not being able to meet his eyes were eating out from the inside.

“What kind?” You breathed out, removing your hand from your mouth.

“How long can you stay quiet before c*mming?” Taeil proposed as you sat up. Reaching forward to where you guessed he would be. You placed your arms around his shoulders.

Leaning closer to him, you got close as if you were going to kiss him, “First to make noise loses? I’m taking you next.”

“Bet money?” Taeil asked his jaw touching yours as you tasted yourself on his lips. Pulling away you spoke, “Done deal worm.” Smirking as you placed your hand on his head and guided him down again.

It was f*cking hard not to beg. Taeil knew what to do edging you and smacking your dripping p*ssy roughly, as your bit the inside of your cheek, your forearm. You were riding a prolonged wave of his that was suffocating as you grind on his face to get it off.

“Taei-i-if you f*cking te-thhheeasee me any longer-” You choked out, “I’ll switch our positions and ride your face through this gods forsaken table.”

“Try that again Puppy,” Taeil slurped his lips as he finished you much quicker than you expected.

“Take this o-off me,” You pant, knees shaking as Taeil licked your entrance still as you tried to sit up. Reaching for the blind. You pulled it up and took it off to be blinded by the sudden re-exposure to light.

You looked down at the sweaty forehead of Taeil between your legs putting your hands into his hair, as he sucked a small hickey on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over with suffocation and arousal. As you opened your legs, watching as he fell back. Against the floor and couch.

“Four minutes thirty two seconds,” Taeil muttered showing you his phone’s timer.

“To?” you ask pulling your under back in place and moving down to straddle him.

“To make audible noise,” Taeil said, eyeing you closely as you spread your legs over his, hands moving to his button.

“Then more to c*m?” You kissed his neck as his button came undone.

“Yeah,” Taeil nodded his hands fidgeting with his phone, “Ready?”

He asked as you sloppily kissed his neck, “Yeah.”

“Go,”Taeil said as you heard the little beep. Licking his neck you bit down on his juglar and sucked his adams apple as your hands began touching his hard c*ck.

“Knees,” You mumbled out moving your weight back to sit on the floor between his legs bringing your forward and lifting them to block his body from the door.

Taeil said nothing as you rubbed his tip, spitting down on his, as he took a sharp intake of air.

“You like that don’t you?” You said coating his d*ck in the spit. It was un hygienic but you guess he like raw and pure instinctual actions that were somewhat rushed. Pumping his shaft lightly you kept eye contact with Taeil who looked to be in pain. Pushing a kiss onto his lips, you tasted his blood as you toyed with his sennsitive spots/.

A little fold below his tip. A vein that ran the length of his shaft and of course the little space where his shaft met his balls. Taeil was holding back everything in his soul as you felt him pulsing.

“You look sexy when your pent up,” You teased blood and spit leaking out the side of your mouth as you pumped him faster twisting your hands tightly, until your wrist began to hurt, Taeil’s grip on your thighs told you everything you needed to know as you changed position to take him in your mouth.

Slowly sucking his tip as you looked up at him. Letting your lips draw away slowly as you repeated this movement a few times before sucking him a little harder and Taeil buckled. So easily as he grabbed you head holding it in place on his tip as he twitched a little and cursed, “F*cking B*tch, always cheating with the fricking tip.”

Taeil broke in your mouth as you sucked it up quickly and quietly as your ears perked at the sound of a distant door slam.

“F*ck! They are done,” You sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes and sitting up. Pulling at Taeils boxers and redoing his pants as he struggled to catch his breath.

“I-I can’t feel my hips,” Taeil laughed, Opening his eyes and they looked to unroll from the back of his head, “I’m f*cking numb as sh*t right now.”

“With five minutes to c*m,” You pout looking at the phone, “Do you practise edging at the dorms or something?”

“Why? Are you sad you didn’t win?” Taeil laughed adjusting his position, looking up at you sitting on the table. T-shirt falling like a small dress.

“Obviously,” You scowl as Dre stumbled into the room with a large hickey on his neck and blood dripping from his fore head, “What the f*ck happened to you?”

“I slipped,” Dre mumbled, falling head first onto the couch behind Taeil. Who spun to face him, checking his forehead before taking out a little first aid ‘kit’ from his bag.

It was a zip lock back with alcohol wipes and bandages of different sizes, “Can you turn a little?” Taeil shifted oddly. As Dre moved, taeil smacked the alcohol pad onto his cut.

“*ss kissing bastard orphan son of a whore!” He screamed as he gripped Taeil’s forearm as he pulled the pad around to wipe the blood up.

“Can you lessen your grip? This will bruise in a bit if you keep holding it,” Taeil said, shaking his hand. As a half naked Jun ran in right after.

“Did you see her c*nt this time? Why the f*ck did you scream so loud?” Jun skated into the room almost slipping. As his eyes dropped onto you he shot you a quick smirk tapping the shorts that hung low on his hips. A volleybally short with a kiss mark on the *ss pocket?

“B*tch don’t judge me when your in some chicks f*cking booty shorts,” You braced, jutting your body to him. A fake out as if you were going to lunge at him.

“At least I’m not letting my boy friend eat me out when my friends are in the sam house,” Jun pursed his lips lookin you up and down.

“Ha!” You scoff, standing up, almost falling as Jun grabbed you. Fully aware of Taeil’s eyes on you.

“Nahh, Junnie, she got him,” Dre groaned sitting up.

“YOU THREE F*ckers came to MY house to f*ck some woman!” You exclaim, as Jun braced your waist, holding your against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist. Resting his head on your shoulder as he leaned against the wall to prevent having to bend low.

“Yeah but we’re guys so it doesn’t matter,” Jun scoffed.

“And I’m the boss so shut the f*ck up,” Yang said, not missing a beat. A towel around his waist with water dripping down his body.

“B*tch my floors!” You and Dre shouted as he sat next to Taeil on the floor. Dropping his hand on Taeil’s thigh pressing somewhere and watching how Taeil flinched.

“Yeah they f*cked,” Yang said, crossing his legs, flashing superman printed boxers.

“Did you two shower?” You looked to the other two, Jun who shook his head no, “Then f*cking go!”

“You aftercare is sh*t,” Dre scoffed as Jun laughed out the room.

“Keep those shorts on!” You yell back, “And that one bright green thong you got last time!”

Laughing with the other two you fell next to Dre on the couch. Glancing at the stiffened Taeil.

“Where’d you guys find Ms Leather and Latex?” You asked dropping you legs over Yangs’ shoulders. He immediately moved to squeeze you calves as he slouched.

“Yanggie met her at a bar a few weeks back,” Dre siad tapping his collar bone as if it were itching. It was something gang related.

“Where do you guys even go drinking?” You ask, “Take me some times.”

“Ummmmm Ms. Gril, “Yang glanced at Taeil oddly, working on his essay again, “You can find your own. I’m not dealing with this one’s anger.”

“Worm will flip you over and peg you until you cry from happiness,” Dre scoffed, kicking Taeil’s back, “Yeah by the way worm, that innocent school boy thing doesn’t work with us.”

“HONEY I’M HOME!” A loud voice boomed through the door. Causing everyone to wince.

“Who-” Jun ran back into the room shortly after again, soaked head to toe with some new scratches on his chest, soap on his body and your towel around his waist.

“Lulu bell is here,” Dre blocked his eyes, “At least run out decent you whore.”

“Whore?” Jun frowned, “I’m as pure as an inkstone,”

“You know that entire set is black right…?”Taeil looked up, “And can you please use an extra towel?”

“Why?” Jun looked down at Taeil, “Is there a problem?” He squatted flashing everyone his d*ck. The f*cker was hard.

“Ohh sh*t dude,”

“What the f*ck!”

“Bro! Not now!”

Dre, Yanggie and you yelled out together blocking your eyes. Taeil glared up at Jun clearly mad causing you to jump up, “babe how bout you kust let Junnie finish up?”

“Yeah Babe let junnie finish up,” Jun smiled at Taeil with a haughty look.

“Pup, I think I need some more water..can you get some for me pleasE?” Taeil said pushing a glass to you.

“COme with me!” You whine as Dre and Yanggie suddenly became curious why you got jumpy.

“My leg,” Taeil said, moving to his knees, finger tips of onee hand touching the ground. You could almost see his patience draining out the londer Jun twisted his head tauntingly at him.

“Woof Woof,” Jun barked at Taeil, “Do you need our Minx to be your b*tch because you want to be a master for once? Pretty boy? Can you even last?”

“I’ll make you my b*tch,” Taeil said lowly and lunged at Jun, forcing his head into the ground. As jun rolled out from under him jumping up and swinging a foot to taeil’s head. Who dropped to the floor and rotated a little on a leg while stretching out the other. Jun Stepped onto his foot as if to break it suddenly stopping mid way.

Taeil used the lapse to pull Juns foot out from under him and pin him to the floor. Caging Jun to the floor as Jun groaned about hitting his head too quickly.

Throwing his arms over Taeil’s shoulders and locking his legs around his waist, Jun smiled prettily, “Well Master? How do you want me?”

“Damn Minx, you taught Worm some moves?” Lucas said, causing you to jump and knee Dre in the jaw.

“Someone punch Lucas,” Dre groaned, rubbing his jaw after shaking off your legs, “Let’s all leave with a visible wound and balance out this un equality.”

“Worm got off of Jun,” You stood up again with the glass and dragged Taeil away, and into the kitchen. Pulling him into a small hug to calm his heart beat. He lifted you onto the counter to sit, loading himself between your legs so he wouldn’t strain his back.

“I’m okay pup, you know I don’t like those four,” Taeil muttered otu, “And then the gang boy came in and I couldn’-I mean I didn’t want them around you?”

“Don’t worry worm don't say anything,” You patted his head, “They’re gonna stay the night so….uh...you wanna share with me and Lulu?”

“Does he have to sleep in the same bed as us?” Taeil grumbled.

“I mean lulu has a boyfriend so I doubt he’ll try anything...I mean Unless...you wanna have a thresome with Lulu,” You poked at Taeil. It wasn’t like you’ve never slept with any of them while drunk...or had an open relationship with any of them. You all drew you lines at the end of the day.

“No- Never it’s-” Taeil was cut short by Lucas running in to check the oven.

“You two literally stood in here kissing while my cookies burned,” Lucas fake wept.

“Lulu taeil wants to know if you wanna have a threes-” Taeil’s hand flew over your mouth to shut you up.

“It’s nothing Lucas, she's a little drunk from earlier,” Taeil spoke quietly and apologised.

“Yeah bro, no worries just kinda keep her in check before she tries to f*ck with us,” Lucas nodded, taking out the hot tray from the oven, nugging you to move. As you scooted away moving the baking stand over to him, “Worm are you gonna decorate cookies with us?”

“I- Yeah,” Taeil nodded, making Lucas smile brightly.

“It’s for Junggies fundraiser at school,” Lucas smiled, “But he doesn’t have time to bake them so I offered. Thankfully Winny helped me mix the batter so I just had to cut them out.”

“Junngie?” Taeil nodded moving to help Lucas measure powdered sugar, “No- its this thing,” He showed Lucas how to take and eye level measurement, “So you dont f*ck with the recipe if you aren’t sure.”

“Ohhh okay, can you mix the icing? It’s supposed to be a sort of hard icing thing that won’t melt?” Lucas scrolled through his messages to show Taeil the recipe.

It was cute seeing Lucas so domestic. He’d never bake cookies for anyone...though he’d f*cked some woman a time covered in cookie dough….it was your mistake and the wager of $100 to find out what it was you were cleaning.

Taking one of the little bell shaped cookies from the cooling stand you swore quietly as it burned your hand. You blew at it trying to munch on the hot snack. When Lucas was suddenly u[ in your face. His head tilted to stare at you.

“The f*ck are you eating?!” Lucas shrieked, “I made the exact amount!”

“Who the f*ck hhaaaa hoo does that?” You asked the hot biscuit burning the roof of your mouth as you tried to cool it down. Tears welled in your eyes as you chewed the sweet cookie.

“B*tch please don’t eat anymore,” Lucas groaned. Suddenly moving back to roll out some more dough and start cutting out the cookies again, “Hey Worm?”

“Yeah?” Taeil spun back, finishing pouring the icing into a few bowls, “Oh hell is that how you cut the first set?”

“Yeah?” Lucas asked, pressing and shaking the cut out, “That’s what the site said to do.”

“No bro,” Taeil laughed, taking another cutter, “Put in on and gently pres it in. then one.Up. One. Dwon.” Taeil showed Lucas who nodded then began trying, “Yeah like that, what colours do you need?”

“Pink and white,” Lucas said, speeding up as the cookie sheet was finished, “His school colours.”

“Fold it and roll ti out again,” Taeil glanced at Lucas scrunching up the dough to throw it away, “What school?”

“Ummm its some- I’m not sure,” Lucas scratched the back of his head, “I’m a little like Minx, I wasn’t good at school.”

“Hey! I was good at school, I just didn’t like it,” You remarked. Jumping off the counter as another batch dinged, “I’m gonna hang with- yeah I'm going.”

Walking back into the living room you saw Jun with a red marker and his glasses reading Taeil’s essay, marking it. F*ck.

“Dude what the f*ck, he’s still working on that!” You yell, kicking jun who blocked it. As you squeezed into a spot between Dre and Jun on the couch. Yang sitting on the single couch and the woman from earlier cuddled into his arms.

“Cookies?” Jun took the sample from your hand biting into it, “ahhhh its hot and tastes like a doughnuts *sshole.”

“Really?” You took it back and bit the cookie with the idea in mind. Dre taking it from you after, “You take it.” You panted out your words.

“It’s too f*cing hot to guess,” Dre choked giving Jun back the cookie.

“I vybe with it,” Jun shrugged, “Tell Worm that he should have started the essay with two introductory paragraphs instead of one. If he used the first for his thesis statements and presenting his main idea then the second to bring in his points and citation reference it would work out smoother.”

“Why?” You stared at Jun, scribbling the little points on the page.

“I dated a professor once,” Jun said, “Sometimes I helped her correct papers...so we could f*ck around quicker.”

He wrinkled his nose at the memory, when Dre chimed, “Bad Teacher from 17?”

“17? The one who broke up with you and then you met Lucia!” You exclaimed, “F*ck wasn’t she with that one guy? The? Who was it again?”

“The ito case,” Yang said, “And yeah..Jun was f*cking her pretending to be a student.”

“In 17 you were like 24? What the hell, she was a high school teacher!” You smacked his shoulder.

“You’ve never wanted to f*ck a teacher?” Jun laughed, “What about that West guy? With the tim fund cologne that you smelt on Lulu that day?”

“Oh sh*t yeah,” You nod, “I told the f*cker that cologne went straight to my cl*t but noooo don’t believe the person who’s lived in this body.”

“He almost made you a size queen, don’t try to brush that off,” Dre laughed, “F*ck he almost broke my back too,”

“Why the f*ck does Lulu go so hard?” Yang looked up at the two of you, “We had to take him to the E.R and you just barely came to that race. You guys remember Dre’s face when the doctor stuck a finger up his *ss?”

“Hahahaha,” Dre fake laughed, placing a hand on his lower back. As You and jun broke out laughing, “I swore I sh8t on his hand.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” You giggle, “But really though? Why does Lulu go so hard. And he walks off like it’s nothing!”

“Part of his charm?” You asked

“Charm? Lulu literally almost tore me a new one,”

“Lulu’s after care is sh*t too.”

“Wait why did you let Lulu f*ck you?”

“I-? I dunno?”

“That Tyler dude broke up with me and I f*cked Lulu in his car,”

“B*tchhhhhh are you serious,” Yang gaped.

“That’s who that video was for???”

“Mmh,”

“You saw it?”

“Yeah when Tyler or Kyler wanted to f*ck and we put p*rn on before we left. That untitled tape was you two?”

“Yeah?”

“That sh*t was hot as f*ck,”

“Dude...no yeah it was,” You nod.

“What are you guys talking about?” The soft voice of the woman asked.

“Definetly not Lulu’s d*ck size- wait.”

“Dumb8ss you just said it.”

“Anyway what's our sleeping arrangements like later?”

“Uh Hi?” THe woman said, “I’m Mackenzie.”

“Minx,” You smile looking back at Dre.

“Three of us can take the guest room?”

“But Lulu...her and her boyfriend?”

“Yeah…?”

“Lets throw Jun with them?”

“How about Lulu, Dre and Minx sleep together and the rest of us take the guest room?”

“Yeah I’m not staying in a house where those three get to be in the same room alone,”

“Wait, so... does a vice grip hurt?” You suddenly ask, “Like literally why is tighter better? That can possible be healthy right?”

“I mean its like a warm...wet hug? Oh your d*ck? I’ve never f*cked a vice grip...I don’t think I want to either,”

“It squeezes everything minx,”

“Can’t walk straight, everything hurts….kinda like the brusing you got that time from that singer,”

You hand moved to your lower stomach as thought the pain came back, “Don’t talk about that. I felt like my guts would f*cking pour out my chest.”

“Three times, we’ve seen you like that, the Connolly dude, Lulu and Worm…? Were you with Worm last time?”

“I think?”

“B*tch,” Jun laughed, “So what's the deal with him? Why are you sticking with him this long?”

“I-You know I honestly don't really know,” You reply.

“Does he make your stomach flutter? Does your heart race when you think about him?” Dre exaggerated.

“A little honestly, I don’t mind doing book runs with him late at night and nothing more,” You shrug.

“Awww Minx, you wanna settle with him,” Yang pouted, “You were the last among us to settle…..this isn’t just to win that bet is it?”

“Oh sh*t we had that bet!” You jumped, waking the woman, “My bad Mackey?”

“I?” You cut her off.

“F*ckkkk am I gonna get 10 grand from each of you?” You jumped, “Where the f*ck would you two get that kind of money? F*ck that.”

“F*ck n, i’m not giving you 10k that’s bullsh*t!”

“Was there a contract? It ain't legally binding!”

“Say it louder!”

“You had a bet to fall in love with me?” A voice broke through the excitement.

“Who-?” You turn to see Taeil with a tray of little decorated cookies, “Babe- no that’s not it. I can explain-”

Your chest was stuffy as you saw Taeil’s expression. You were literally f*cked...and not in the sexy way.

“Pup….tell me it's not true….there is not bet and YangYang’s just f*cking around again?” Taeil asked. Dropping the tray caused Lucas to run in. About to yell as Taeil pulled his elbow back shutting Lucas up really quick

“What the fu-” Lucas tried as Taeil kicked him down again.

“Shut f*cking up for one f*cking minute Lucas,” Taeil yelled, calming himself down quickly, “P-MIn-B-” He took a deep breath, “_____+ can I speak to you privately?”

“Yeah,” You dropped your head, standing up from the tangled area of Dre and Jun, following Taeil to your room. The clean area was left with the boxes from the bdsm thing Jun and the other used earlier. They left some items opened but unused.

“Pup,” Taeil turned to you with a small look of pity in his eyes.

“Taeil It. Is. Nothing like what you. Heard,” You said easily. It didn’t matter when you thought about it. If he left you what would you lose? Good sex? A fun pass time? Who was Taeil to you even?

“Puppy,’ Taeil said a resolute sense of calm in his voice, “Should I trust you?”

“If you think you should, then do it.” You said. Feeling a streak run down your face. Taeil placed a hand on your cheek brushing away the tear. Moving in to kiss you.

Something about that little incident made you grab onto him. You felt as though you could care less but your breath was stifled, you eyes were pressured behind your eyes as you wondered what the f*ck happened to lead you to this moment.

It was hot, and finally coming to an end. Taeil let out everything he held back, forcing you into the wall as you coughed out as he bit your lip pushing you into the wall again, as you were pushed up.

He didn’t care anymore. Taeil was giving up on you. You never listened to him. He asked you to stay away from Lucas and the others when he was around. You didn’t. He asked you to move out and use his house while he stayed at the dorm to prevent this exact situation; Them having s*x with someone in your house. You didn’t care. Instead you joked about having a threesome and left him to bake cookies with a gangster.

Only to find out he was just a game to you? Taeil gave you his all. He defended you among his friends, only for their words to be true. You may have really just been a dumb whore who wanted a cute guy as a break, from your usual type. With Lucas, Dre, Jun and Yang around Taeil knew for sure he wasn’t your type.

“What the f*ck Taeil?” You moaned as he moved down your neck. Biting harshly at the skin.

“Moan. Make noise. Have as much as you want right now,” Taeil said voice so low.

His tongue trailed up your body, his hands higher as he forced off your t-shirt. Never trust a hoe. Looking at the little tattoos one your body and the bruises on your arms. How befitting. Where did you get them?

You never told Taeil so many things.

“F*CK!” You scream out as Taeil used his knee to push you up onto the wall, lifting you off the floor. His knee pressing into you cunt roughly.

“Shut your lips pup,” Taeil said unhooking your bra, “Let’s not care about anyone anymore?”

“But- Jun, dre- Lulu - everyones outside-” Taeil shut you up as his lips latched onto your breast. Roughly rubbing one while sucking the other. His teeth clamping down on the nipple.

“Tae-Taeil!” You scream out, finally realizing.

.......Break up s*x.

It was over.

“What Minx?” Taeil asked as your legs locked around his waist.

“Tell me everything you didn’t then this can be over,” you said throwing your weight around. Making him lose balance. Stumbling to fall back onto your bed, “We aren’t sleeping tonight.”

“Three years ending clean,” Taeil replied, as you began to undo his hoodie. Slowly pulling the string, open as he played with your ass. Pulling the fabric off of him. You threw it aside moving to his jeans.

“Hi, My name is Minx,” You said through gritted teeth, giving up and ripping the button.

“Taeil,” He grimaced as he flipped you, “Moon.”

“You...you are….the Moon child?” You ask as Taeil tore your panties off. Forcing your legs apart as he stuck his fingers into you. Taeil was the son of a well known gang leader. No one knew his face...he was your target for the party in a few days.

“Minx,” Taeil kissed your thigh biting the skin and pulling it back with his teeth as your yelled out, “I am. Son of the business man *redacted* and child of The Blood moon."

“I- f*ck right there,” You pant as Taeil’s fingers rubbed your sweet spot. Grabbing for his hair as he moved his head in place and began to suck your cl*t. flicking his tongue quickly biting lightly on the little bud.

You voice didn’t stop, you were screaming at the top of your lungs from start to finish. Taeil stimulated you through your *rgasm leaving you in tears and clawing at the sheets to get away.

“I learnt a new position in history a few day ago. I wanted to try it out with you...but I guess that today will be it.” Taeil said, not a trace of mercy in his eyes. Forcing you onto your back as you tried to recover he pushed one of your legs to your chest and the other outward. Lifting your exposed c*nt onto his waist, rubbing your lips and spanking it.

It sent lightning through your body. As you called up for him. Taeil slowly began inserting his length into you. For his own adjutancy, he rammed you. He went right into your stomach. Watching down and the little bugle in your lower stomach dipped as Taeil pulled out and went in again.

"Just get it the f*cks over with!" You screamed, rolling your hips to create some friction. The plug-ish feeling ate at you.

You screamed again, this time Taeil spoke, “Friend.-s Don’t. f*ck. You. They .Don’t. Leave. Hickies. on your. Chest when you're. Asleep.”

Taeil said recalling older lies, “Friends don't leave nail bruises on your thighs or cuts your tits.” Taeil f*cked you hard through his words, full force in each thrust as you began feeling him hitting close to your cervix….you couldn't take the pain of that bruising.

“Oh yeah?” You trembled, “Friends don’t keep you in the library the entire night and send nudes to your phone.”

“Friends don’t ask you to keep their birth control in your room. Especially since you said most of your friends are Male!” You scream at him. Arching and grabbing your pillow out of sheer frustration knowing this wont end right now.

Screaming into the pillows near to your head you got the hateful feeling out of your chest, "Your friends are all dating or straight! They don't f*cking want to stay the night. They don't want you to f*cking be there when your with me! I've dealt with it how many times! I've seen the way you glance those messages!"

You were both lost in the anger and passion of the night. Of the moment of truth losing you minds in the blissful indulgence of instinctual mating of hunger.

“You kept tabs on my phone,” Taeil trusted into you making the bed frame him the wall. Not caring as he rocked the bed and your body. Rubbing your cl*t with spit.

“And you did too, I found the mirroring app on my phone! you c*m satin,” You panted lifting your waist for him to go deeper, "Why the f*ck do you think I sent nudes to some hook up! Why the f*ck do you think I ask the guys all those h*rny questions?!"

“I knew you were cheating? How many times did you screw me over?” Taeil moaned out, “Playing with my feeling and then using my body to distract me?”

“S-Seven,” You screamed as you felt your self clench up and a warm shot hit you deep in the pits of your stomach.

“Seven?” Taeil yelled, leaning over you grabbing a hold of the bed frame, “Seven times in three years?”

“That was this year,” You yelled as Taeil used his hand from your cl*t to pin your arms. You stretched up and kissed him.

“This year?” Taeil sounded broken as you took over, pushing Taeil into the mattress. Taking you gun out from under your pillow. It had a reason you slept in the training room. His nails dug into your back as he spoke, "Your such a fucking bitch! F*cking everything that walks and playing victim since you can't justify not asking me to have more s*x. Why did you think i'd peg you a drunk sl*t?"

“I told you Moon Child, I loved you and I needed you,” You took a firm pose kneeling, his word felt like smoke permeating your lungs and slowly eating the oxygen, “But you decided that you were better on your own.”

You began riding him, f*cking Taeil hard and fast as he began moving back. Hands clawing into your waist and thighs, “You cheated with the barista at the uni cafe! You f*cked Della! And You thought she would stay quiet cause you paid her off!”

You felt your self edging as you grabbed his hair forcing Taeil to look at you. His head kept dipping off the bed as you rode. He was moaning, biting his lips with a f*cking hot smile on his face as you harshly kept him looking at you, "F*cking look at me! Remember how they sent you those videos? Remember Kylie?" You used a hand to pump him, putting your thumb to your cl*t, "Remember how she filmed herself?"

“You thought I wouldn’t find out about the ‘lets slander Taeil's' Whore girlfriend?’ News Flash Book Worm! Check your f*cking phone before hanging up!!” You gritted into his hair, “You aren’t the only one who held on.”

“Pup-,” Taeil moaned.

“Don’t call me fucking PUP! I don’t F*cking belong to you! I never have!” You scream. Realizing your sense of love was just desperation, “Justify It! I f*cking dare you!”

“I-I- gods Pup, ride it like that,” Taeil moaned thrusting up into you. Moaning as you melted down into his arms. After he came you needed air. Sitting on Taeil as he went limp. You slowly gyrated your hips as Taeil took time for air.

“You know Worm, I gave you a chance, many times, to come clean when it was just us, but you used it every time to stab me in my heart,” You brush the hair away, pointing the handgun down at him, “And now it’s my turn. I f*cked around for job and never enjoyed it. But you-you sick mother f*cker broke those women on your c*ck and acted like nothing happened.”

“Pup what?” Taeil opened his eyes to the gun on his forehead “What the f*ck are you trying?”

“Minx. I told you to call me-minx, “ You scowl, pressing the barrel into his head.

“Minx the moocher,” Everyone's heard about you but only I know you _____+”

Taeil thrusted up and rolled both of you off the bed. The gun flying out of your hand as Taeil kissed your body again. Snapping a hand cuff on, “If that’s the game. Lets soo who’ll win.”

“You always f*cking cheat!?” You yelled as Taeil walked over and picked up the solid gun.

“Is this why you didn’t like to sleep in here?” Taeil asked pulling back to check if it was loaded, “You were afraid of a gun?”

“A gun is nothing.” You scowl as he knelt in front of you pressing it to your stomach and undoing the safety, “I’m not afraid of death.”

“I know, You hate love,” Taeil tilted his head placing the gun into your hand.

“Why?”

“I love you pup,” Taeil said straight faced. His voice held so much emotion, his eyes dripped water yet nothing, “I’d die with you! I can’t live without you!”

“Then die for me one more time,” You laughed itching to pull the trigger but something made you hesitate. Taeil looked up at you with out any emotions.

"You know what your flaws are?" Taeil asked, running a hand down your stomach, dipping into your c*nt, "You always came for me. You showed me your devotion."

You moaned, yet still aware of the gun pressing to his head. How bold was he? From what your heard, The man finger f*cking you was much much worse. He'd killed in plain daylight and walked away. Yet how? You spent hours with him....days without breaks at times and you never saw it.

"You showed me these faces like I was the only one," Taeil scoffed as you felt the pulling in your gut, "You acted like Lucas never saw this face." Taeil leaned between your legs. Roughly pulling you to sit on his lap, "As if XiaoJun never touched here," He lined himself with your p*ssy, dragging four of his fingers on you, scraping the slick out. You moved you uncuffed hand to push his down. Helping him rub himself.

"And Junnie f*cking loves it like this," You curse. You'd never slept with Jun like this...nor Yanggie but in the moment you wanted to hurt Taeil's feelings, "He loves when I ride his tip, and c*m on him." You act out your word, clenching his mushroom head as you bounced lightly, "DO you know how Junnie moans?"

"You had s*x with them then act like you're so innocent?" Taeil gritted. As you used the other to trace little patterns on his base. The icky squelching between your legs was nothing compared to the dirty feeling in your mind.

"S*x? I've only had that with you," You laugh.

"You want to play that?" Taeil mumbled breathlessly as he began thrusting as you hung your head watching as his length slammed into your wet p*ssy, dragging out your slick on his c*ck and ramming back it, so f*cking hot. Taeil leaned forward, "You should know that you weren't the best. You were an experiment."

Tear fell now...not from pain or pleasure but from your heart finally accepting what was happening. Maybe you did love him....really....

"A f*cking freak to sink my d*ck in when I felt like, a last resort when others wont come," Taeil moaned. He didn't mean his words. He was hurting and wanted to hurt you. Slowly both of you mixed your honesty with lies to hurt the other.

"R-really?" You cried, sniffling as you clenched around him.

"Nothing but a b*tch who needed foreplay to get her loose c*nt wet," Taeil nodded. He was crying too. Mixed with sweat...Taeil hated saying those words to you.

"You want to see foreplay?" You asked lifting the gun to the side of his head, "This is f*cking foreplay done right." You moan as you felt him cum and you pulled the trigger. Watching as the moon child fell back. A blank shot directly to the side of his forehead. You laid your head back against the mattress and screamed. It was hell knowing he'd wake up from the shock and you'd have to face him.

It was hell knowing he had to die.

It was hell knowing that he didn't love you and he didn't need you.

“LUCAS! JU-! ANYONE!” You wailed, as the tears of your only love fell down your face and body. Pain surged as you’d gotten off you high and you couldn’t get out of the cuffs alone. You heart was broken. This was broken heart syndrome, if you’ve ever experienced it. Writhing against the handcuff, you managed to pull your hand out of it slightly, tearing off some skin, leaving you wrist bleeding as you crawled out the room. Knees shaking under your weight as you dragged against the hard wood floor.

It f*cking ate at you, you acted like you didn’t care but the gut wrenching pain of knowing Taeil will never be there with you again was too much, he made your heart swell in your chest as you braced against a wall clawing at the kitchen door. Trying to wipe the blurriness from your eyes.

“L-Lulu,” You called out, watching in pain as Jun opened the door pulling you into his arms. Using the kitchen cloth to cover your chest. You shrunk to the floor, giving up holding yourself up.

“We heard you screamin-what the hell?” Yang jeered.

“What he f*cked you so hard your-Minx..? Are you okay?” Dre stopped snickering. His eye drawing to the blood on your cheeks and chest. Bruising on your body and blood seeping directly from your wrist, "Did you try to-"

“He- Tell papa I did my job,” You said, voice small and breaking up.

“Your job? You got your mission?” Lucas asked taking a heat peat out of the microwave and throwing it to Jun who placed it on your back.

“The child of the Blood Moon,” You mumbled. Jun tensed behind you you felt as he shook his head. Arching away from the heat on your bear skin.

“What the f*ck? I hear Moon and The? What did she say?” Dre questioned.

“Blood Moon….”Jun repeated, “Worm was an associate of that gang?”

You nodded.

“Worm!? As in that lil book buddy who can’t organize an essay?” Yang asked.

“WHo is he? To that Blood Moon killer?” Lucas asked rationally.

“Son,” You said wiping your face, “So I shot him with a blank and he blacked out from the force.”

“SON!?” Yang yelled, “You’ve been f*cking the Moon child?”

“Yes,” You nod wincing, “And now I’m breaking up with him because of your bullsh*t spewing mouth!”

“So you shot him??” Lucas’ face twisted into clear confusion, “Remind me never to break you.”

“You did it before,” You mutter, “I-i’m gonna need alcohol.”

“What the f*ck-- how is this eating you up like this?” Jun asked.

“This-I can-I don’t know,” You dropped your head into your hands crying, “I don’t want to lose him like this. And break up s*x- I-it just....”

“Then let's keep him!” Dre called, “I mean we need him anyway...so let's just keep him since we have him right now?”

“Are you suggesting we kidnap him?” Jun looked over, with the rest of you.

“I mean why not? It’s highly plausible we can get away with this,” Dre spoke.

“This would be a high level case….nothing like Jun and bad Teacher,” You say.

“She’s right, kidnapping a business man's son is nothing compared to a lowly teacher?” Lucas nodded.

“Big time money will pass and we are out.... be jailed and separated,” Yang thought, “But what are the chances he’ll stay? Cause he likes you?”

“I-please can we just take him to papa and decide after?” You mutter out.

“So you confronted him about the waitress?” Lucas asked.

“You heard?”

“Heard? We were practically in the room with you,” Dre scoffed, “Can someone go tie him up or something?”

“You two are perfect for each other...honestly...hate and distrust made you two closer,” Jun laughed, “And well good s*x too but that’s besides the point.”

“What do we tell Papa?” Lucas looked up from your other phone.

"Do we have to tell him about all this?" Your voice cracks.

"He already know about Worm, so we might as well come clean...,"Jun said quickly.

"You can't just break up with your longest standing partner to date and not say a word when you look like a f*cking messsssss." Dre said as Yang dragged the partially dressed Taeil into the kitchen.

"He's f*cking hung," Yang said," And I'm embarrassed."

"Lies, he not Lulu level," You laughed, tear rolling out of your eyes as your stomach stitched, "F*ck~"

"Here comes the crying," Dre rolled his eyes. Let's move her to the couch." He grabbed your arms hoisting you up as you cried harder.

"Can we just leave me on the floor?" You sobbed out, even breathing was painful right now, "To die...maybe?"

"Blood...legs...bathroom," Jun said turning his direction.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________

You were shakily walking around the apartment with the help of Lucas, when Jun told yelled out Kun messaged back.

In the kitchen on an island stool was the ever handsome Taeil tied down with his head hanging forward. You passed with Lucas feeling your eyes water again. To see Jun with Taeil's bag flipped inside out.

"Books, pencils, pens, ruler, geo kit, wallet, calculator," Dre listed, "He even has a med pouch and a pocket knife. This man is more prepared for school than I have for anything in life."

"Got that f*cking straight," Yang snickered, "Also condoms and morning after. For you I presume."

Yang threw the little pill to you, looking a the brand you knew it really wasn't. Scowling as your threw it back, "Cell? anything useful?"

"A note pad," Jun laughed, "F*cker kept track of everything in it. even homework assignments."

"His little big book of secrets?" Lucas asked taking the book flipping through it, "Pups cycle starts. lunch with guys form 10001-B. Met the waitress with the scar on her thigh in bathroom(bender). Pup texted for some time. She went to an alehouse with them."

"This is weird. Are we the 'them'? he wrote it so angrily," Lucas turned the book to show us, "Also...you looked like his first though every day," He flipped through the book, "Pup's cycle ends, met pup for dinner, made love to pup, bought pup a dress, went to the tracks with pup?"

"F*ck he's everywhere," Dre laughed, "We're keeping him until he chills and then you can marry him. How bout it?"

"That's for Kun to decide," Jun laughed ,"We're gonna have to wait he said he's at a meeting. Is there anything useful in there?"

"Ummmhhh, Pup had marks on her neck today...she sent nudes to *phone number," Lucas glanced, "Your send me nudes?"

"The Jackson Co wounds I got," You remind Lucas of the wounds on your thighs.

"Ah yeah, anyways, Father wanted to meet, class(Yoo) started at 10:40 today, got a ride with pup to cafe...hooked up with Esa T.(chem dep't, squ*ter) bought new shirt($10,25, will give to pup) Met father. Nbs on 10001010110," Lucas read, "You wanna burn that?"

"Go to the page or what ever!" You complain.

"Yeah yeah f*ck me for looking out for you I guess," Lucas sneered, "Eloquence lounge and restaurant room 403. He was in a dark blue suit with gold-red cufflinks. He spoke about the company. Competitions...scolded me for my choice of friends, said I had to get married soon (Pup? <3 to see her in an apron trying to make toast...) NCT holdings and Co subsidiary company giving head ache...Neon Moon issues; ranks...switching to drugs? security? wants to make a legit company to do opperation under....Kun Quian is becoming a headache for him...RedC has gone awol- guys...."

"RedCherry isn't our RedCandy.... right?" Yanggie looked across, "He called Papa by name....and the parent company...how do we call this in....?"

"I am fucking not!" Jun paled, "The brat almost chocked the life out of me earlier!"

"And he was thing about proposing...you two are two weird mother f*ckers you know that?" Dre said loudly and you nodded.

"Guys....we may have another issue...." Jun said looking up from the book near to Lucas, "Blood Moon made him put a chip in his body the next day."

"Oh shit- does it day what it does?" You asked, heart rate...you guys were dead...locations you guys were dead...security of him...you guys were dead.

"N-no....just where it was put in and a reference page to another journal..." Yanggie read, "Get a knife...let's take it out."

"But what if-"

"No but's....positive energy...I can't share a cell with him again," Yanggie shook his head glancing at his arm, "Which part is it?"

"Between the bones in his forearm....by the vein...."

How will Kun fix this mess?

Or will WinWin kill Taeil properly?

Will this blow over?

Or will you resume life without him?

End Notes; SHould I add the entire AO3 list of ff's? Dood, doodette or Doodle...I have no clue what I'm doing but this is purely fictional and for a friend who just loves smut....any requests or tropes you want to see?

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