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Bottled Up (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

MDNI SMUT 18+ CONTENT

Gojo can’t cum. Too much on his mind, not enough time to himself, not enough chances to indulge. It’s becoming a matter of personal hygiene. He can't go on like this. He needs help. Your help.

Ao3 Masterlist.

WC: 7.4k Warnings: casual sex, raw sex, penetrative sex, kissing, kissing SLOPPY, oral m!receiving, discussion of anal but not present really, improper use of cursed energy, doggy, begging, crying, desperate whiny Gojo, brief mention on former satosugu,

------ Wow can you guys even believe? I actually wrote something about Gojo!! Tbh writing about/for him intimidates the fuck out of me but i have some longer form ideas about him so this was a good exercise. I hope y’all like it. -Doodle

Satoru can’t cum. He’s broken. His balls dried up. His dick died. His cursed energy overloaded and rendered him impotent. Limitless misfired and clogged him completely. It was the only way to explain why he hadn’t cum in two months.

He used to be able to cum. Fuck, he used to cum too easy. Ten years ago he would jerk off before hooking up so he didn’t cum too fast. He was so fucking sensitive, every touch or graze could send him shivering. Now he would have given anything for his days as a quick draw. That life was over.

Do people have cum caps? Like a finite amount of times they can orgasm and an excess of masturbation and experimentation in his youth had burned through his chances. He wants to believe that if he had known how wasteful he was, he would have acted differently, but it was a lie. He was too instinctual, everything in his nature, his upbringing, had taught him to trust his instincts above all else. They kept him alive, kept him going, kept him satisfied. But now, a vital piece of the puzzle was missing.

It was the sixty-sixth day in a row. He got home around eleven pm, an earlier night than most. His apartment, with its spotless, professionally tended, interior that betrayed the depraved chaos burning inside of him. Dropping his keys and shoes at the door he groaned into the silence at the way his work pants shifted against his throbbing erection trucked down his left leg. This was the part that was growing painful. The sensitivity. It started just around his pelvis, any brush of fabric or misjudged distance between himself and curses, near his hips would send a shaking beat of pleasure up his spine. But it spread, and spread. Even the car seat against his back was starting to turn him on. Last week Principle Yaga touched the back of his neck by mistake and his eyes rolled back. His black blindfold was working finding more work by the day. He started leaving limitless up constantly, well, more constantly. Only dropping completely after he had crossed the threshold of his home. Anything else was too risky.

Today had been rough, he woke up aching between his legs, the coldest shower he could stand helped to bring it down, but not for long. On the way to work he had to cross and re-cross his legs, a difficult feat at his height, over and over until he got to the school. Because of his existence in the good graces of the universe, there were no classes, only a brutally endless string of meetings. Not good, but at least…seated. By the time the final meeting was dismissed he thought he could bite through a cement support beam. On the way out, one of the higher ups patted him on the back, limitless blocking it from making contact, but he found a tantalizing urge to let it pass through, just for the contact.

He was fucking ruined.

Passing through the mainroom, up the staircase to the bedroom, he pulled his blindfold from his eyes, blinking a few times, snowy eyelashes relaxing from their position pressed against his eyelids. Finally in his bedroom, he pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, already breathing hot and deep. He passed his bed into the ensuite bathroom, clicking the light and taking in his own reflection.

Fuck, he looked rough.

Skin sallow. Muscles strained and tense. Still handsome, of course, but drained. Like he had been wrung out.

And alone.

Satoru clicked the light off. He couldn’t go there.

He walked himself over to the bed, lithe hands finding his belt and unfastening it, slipping his pants down his legs. A relieved sigh left his mouth as the tight garment was removed. He sat on the edge of his bed, palming his desperate erection. He was shivering, the stimuli so overwhelming already. He wasn’t hopeful, but he was too desperate to stop. Keening back onto the bed, he let his eyes close. He didn’t want to see, the only sensation he wanted was to feel himself, touching himself, bringing him to the peak that felt so insurmountable. He was diamond hard now, finally he pulled himself free of the confines of his briefs. Taking his length into his hand, circling his palm over his barren tip.

He couldn’t even precum anymore.

He groaned in frustration, scooting back further on the cushy mattress, his briefs joining his discarded pants on the floor. He spit onto his hand, coating his dick from base to head, easing his strokes. He let his head fall back against the pillows, dredging up memories of past lovers to try and aid his efforts. He wasn’t really a porn guy, not above it, certainly. But it was overstimulating, bright lights, too colorful, just overwhelming to his already heightened senses. He preferred to rely on his own mind, he was in total control there. Or at least he used to be. His mind was too full of other bullshit to wander into the salacious. Work, always work. Lesson plans, missions, reports, meetings.

Fuck.

He reset, turning over onto his knees, moving one of his silken pillows under him, opting to rut against the soft cushion. One hand underneath pressing it against his length. His head hanging heavy under his shoulders, sweat dripping down the slope of his nose. The cold silk pillowcase against his cock, making his sweating body erupt into goosebumps. He slid his hips, gasping out shuddering breaths. It felt so good, so cold and soft against his begging erection. The muscles in his back rippled, swelling and beckoning under his frosty, even skin. The light of his bedroom cast gorgeous shadows on his back and hips, bringing out his excellent physique. The shadow of his spine, the lat muscles under large, perfectly worked arms, almost appearing as angel wings in the low, soft glow.

He brought his thoughts to long shapely legs, thighs shaking under his touch. Lips, wet and swollen, against his own. This was working, his breath was starting to catch in time with his hips against the pillow. He let his mind continue to wander and increased his speed. Glute muscles flexing hard as images of bodies he once held, some with features he knew well, some less familiar but still worth remembering. Some too familiar, silky, long black hair falling into his mouth. Dark violet eyes, full, strong arms.

No. Not that. He couldn’t go there either. There was nothing left for him anymore.

It killed his momentum. Still aching below but too stormy on top. Stilling his hips, slouching over the mattress. He took a few deep breaths, trying to take in the room around him in pieces, grounding himself in the present. In reality.

He wiped his wet hand over his face then on the sheets below him, gripping hard. This was getting ridiculous. He felt pathetic. Tears burned behind his blessed eyes. He felt broken. He felt shame bubbling behind his navel. He couldn’t live like this. He needed to cum. He needed to release all of this build up and get himself right.

Satoru pulled his phone from the discarded pants and tapped it a few times. Until he found just what he was looking for.

Your phone screen illuminated your dark bedroom. Your humidifier was on, your lights had been long turned out. You had just fallen asleep after some restless tossing and turning. The screen lit up again, this time chiming out a text notification. That jarred you from the warm grip of dream and made your head spring up. You glanced at the screen, trying to read the too bright notification with sleep still coating your eyes. But before you could, it changed to the dimmer incoming call screen. It vibrated on the nightstand, suddenly too loud to ignore. You sighed, and retrieved it.

It was Gojo. He was calling you. You hadn’t seen him in months. fuck was that right? You thought back. You hadn’t seen him in…six months. The last time you left his gorgeous, perfectly styled, agonizingly well put together apartment, it hadn’t been on bad terms, by any metric, but it wasn’t like you were falling into each other's arms either. There hadn’t been any blow out or agreement not to see each other anymore, it just fizzled out. You were sure you had been disappointed when the calls and texts slowed to a trickle, but it wasn’t like you were dating or anything. You had hooked up a few times earlier in the year. No more than four times total. Okay, six times. Okay, nine times. Okay, you lost track somewhere in the second month. What really qualifies as hooking up these days, anyway? Just penetration or sexting? Oral? Hand stuff? Hand stuff in public? Other stuff in public? What should even qualify if you were keeping track -- which you weren’t! You answered the call.

“Do you know what time it is?” You sighed out, smiling through your feigned annoyance.

He purred on the other side of the line, “hmmmm, what are you wearing?”

“Pajamas, because it's almost one in the morning.” your voice was hoarse, sleep having laid your vocal cords to rest.

“Sounds hot.” You could hear his stupidly sexy smile, “You should come over. Can’t waste an outfit like that at home.”

You laugh, already planning how quickly you could pull yourself together, and whether or not the trains were still running, “You’re kidding me. I haven't heard from you in months. You call at an ungodly hour and expect me to come running over at the drop of a hat?”

“You don’t have to run, I’ll send a car.” He coos.

You laugh again, stretching in your bed, letting out a soft groan.

“mmmm, do that again.” His voice grew heavier, there was some suspicious sounding rustling on his end.

You stayed quiet, wanting to see if you would hear anything else and wanting to deny him.

“Now don’t be like that, baby.” He whines, he sounds pathetic “I need your help. It’s an emergency.”

You got out of your bed, still taking your sweet time, savoring his helplessness, “An emergency, huh? Nothing fatal I hope.”

His tongue clicks on the other side, “hmmm, it’s hard to say. Could be a fever, I’m feeling…hot.”

You hate that a line so corny is making you bite your lips to keep quiet. You slipped into a cuter, but still comfy lounge set, a bit more versatile than your pajamas “Sounds contagious, maybe it would be best if I stayed home…”

“Please!” His voice changed, cracking and almost panicked, “I need you, please.”

There was no version of this conversation that ended any other way, “Send the car.”

“Already outside.” You heard his face split into that gorgeous smile you couldn't resist, not even over the phone.

When you arrived at his front door, you didn't even have a chance to knock before he swung the door open. And fuck he looked good. Bad, but good? Not bad, just…disheveled. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, inhumanly muscled torso glowy and flushed, his hair matted and unkempt, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The long, angled white scar healed from an injury long past going from his shoulder to his opposite hip. You traced the line with your eyes, recalling the first time you had seen it, how he had moved your fingers over it, getting you used to the feeling of it under your touch, assuring you that it was long healed and nothing to fuss over. Every inch of him was perfect, despite his pain, his history. You couldn’t resist the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Your ogling did not go unnoticed, looking up to his face you saw the smile you had heard so much of recently.

“Miss me?” He opened the door wider, allowing you to enter, ducking under his arm.

“Yeah.” You admitted rolling your eyes and stepping inside, leaving your shoes at the door.

You took in the sleek, cavernous town house around you. His decor hadn’t changed at all, a lovely front room, a staircase along one windowed wall, leading up to his bedroom. If you were to press further into the main floor, peeling back shoji screens you would find more bedrooms, frozen in time just as they were last left by their former inhabitants, his office, barely ever touched, a gorgeous bathroom complete with a personal sauna. For someone who spent nearly no time at home, he really did have the house dreams are made of.

“I can get you something to drink if you want.” He offers, shutting and locking the door.

“That’s okay. You sounded pretty desperate on the phone, I’d hate to keep you waiting.

He wasn’t totally ready for this part. Having to explain what was going on with him. He shifted a bit, he wanted you so bad. He needed it. He needed every part of you right now, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Come on Gojo, you got me out here. Don’t get shy on me now. What’s the big emergency?” You set your bag down on his expansive kitchen island, not subtly eyeing the absolutely incomprehensible bulge tenting the front of his sweats.

“It’s been so long, why the rush, Sugar?” He plays coy, approaching you with a suave gait, moving past you to the refrigerator, “Sparkling water? Still? I can go down to the cellar if you want something stronger?”

“Gojo…” You raise your eyebrows.

“I have tea or coffee if you prefer. Some sodas, you like diet right?”

“Gojo come on---”

“You know i'm not great in the kitchen but if you’re hungry I could---”

“Satoru!” You cut him off, finally pulling his attention from the icebox, “What’s up with you?”

His white eyebrows knit together in the center, making his eyes droop pitfully, “I can’t cum.”

You can barely hear his confession, and you must have heard him wrong so in earnest you ask, “What?”

“I can’t cum. For weeks, nothing. I try and I try and just…nothing.” He blurts, simultaneously relieved and mortified.

You know you shouldn't stare, that you should say something, but you’re dumbfounded. There was once a time, not too long ago even, where he had you bent over this exact counter pushing through his own leaking orgasm to bring you to tears. And that had been the third round that night. You always thought he was the untouchable man, a paragon of self control and pushed limits. To think of him unable to even pleasuring himself, it felt impossible.

“You can’t cum?” You say dumbly.

“Well now that you have repeated it, I think I must be cured, you can go now.” He rolled his eyes, leaning his shoulder against the fridge, fighting the hiss that bubbles in his throat from its chilling surface against his heated skin.

“I’m sorry!” You put your hands up like you had been caught, “It's just a little hard to believe! I never expected you to….struggle…in this…area.”

Gojo’s eyebrows flew up, every word you said made it worse. You could feel it but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were apparently determined to put every foot possible in your big stupid mouth.

“I just mean because you’re usually so good! How could this happen, are you sick? I don’t know why I would even ask that! Obviously you’re not sick, you're just….having some…dysfunction.”

“Why would you say dysfunction?” He stared at you, ego bruised but still amused at how poorly you were handling this.

“I didn’t mean like that! I Just---”

“Any other word. Any word in the world you could have said, and you go with dysfunction.” He chuckles, his own embarrassment now vacated completely in wake of how flagrantly you had just shit the bed.

“That was super dumb, and I’m really sorry. I have no idea what to say.” You just gave up on the second half of the sentence, knowing nothing you were saying was going to help.

“I don't have erectile dysfunction, the erection is not the problem,” He doesn’t have to gesture below his waist, the subject of conversation stands perfectly at attention, pushing against the flimsy fabric, “It won't go away, I’m stuck like this, and I can’t think about anything else, and I can’t get anything done. I need your help, you have to help me get rid of it.”

Your chest warmed a bit, a sly canary eating smile crossed your face, “So you called me, huh?”

“Yes I called you.” He sighs.

“Out of everyone you could have booty called to help your infinite boner, you call little old me? Gojo, I'm touched!” You sound like you're accepting a Nobel prize.

He rolls his eyes, “I knew you were going to be annoying about this.”

You took a seat at one of the bar stools at the counter, resting your head flirtatiously on your perched hands, “So like when you were choosing who to call, what made you pick me…am I just that good?”

You were, fuck you really were. He had thought about you so many times, Your perfect body, your pretty eyes, your soft hair, your legs around his hips, your fucking mouth. It had been too long over all, but it had been far too long since he had been with you. He called you because he knew you were great, and because he trusted you. He could be honest with you without judgement, your current reaction notwithstanding. He knew that he could count on you to be discreet and up front. There weren’t any guessing games when you were together, he didn’t have to guess or grasp for clues at how you were feeling. He knew you.

“That’s right.” He nodded, willing to let you have this.

You let out a teasing school yard oooooooooooooh. Batting your eyelashes and grinning widely, feeling like the absolute queen of the universe.

But he was growing impatient, “You gonna help me out, or what?”

“Sounds like I have quite the reputation to protect, how long has it been exactly?” You eyed him up and down.

“Still about twenty centimeters. Give or take.” He answers, “Oh! You mean--two months.”

“Months? Two MONTHS?” You gawked and then caught yourself, “I’m sorry I know that doesn’t help…I just can’t believe you’re upright. How are you not hospitalized?”

“If this conversation takes much longer I may have to be.” He crosses the room to you, leaning over where you are seated on the counter, putting his arm around you to grip the back of your chair.

You lean back, taking in a breath as he leans closer. Fuck, he’s so handsome. Perfect pearly skin, hair soft and fluffy, those fucking eyes holding you still under their gaze.

“Come on, Sugar, help a guy out. We’re friends right? Friends help each other.” His breath is sweet against your face.

You feel hypnotized, looking between his eyes and lips in a dizzying circle. His cocky demeanor you were so used to was crackling, you could see beads of sweat that had formed on his brow, his tongue wet and heavy kept his lips parted, drawing you closer. He smelled like him, warm and clean, the whole place smelled like him. You were completely in his arena, but you still had all the power. The Strongest asking you for help, begging even, you felt high. You tilted your head up, close to his face, catching his eyes,

“What are friends for?” You closed the distance between you, locking your lips together.

He is quick to pull you closer, making your breasts press hard against his chest, drawing a moan from both of you. His tongue slips past your lips, and maps the interior of your mouth quickly. Reacquainting himself with your taste. Even just a kiss, a real kiss, made his body shudder. His left hand holds your face, his long fingers splayed over your cheek, from your neck up to you temple, his right hand held the back of your neck, keeping you firm in place against him. You are far handsier than him in this moment. You can’t stop yourself, you missed his body, his kiss, him. Feeling his toned stomach, around his hips to his back, digging your nails in just enough to see if he gasps. He does not. Far too focused on the sloppy, dripping kiss he waited so patiently for. He’s leaning over you, pushing you further and further back, making you dangerously close to falling off the stool below you. But of course, his hand grabs your back, holding you still, right where we wanted you. Just past the point where you would have to engage your abs, but not far enough for you to want to hold yourself up. Muscles right on the precious of passive ability and focused contraction, forcing to to rely on his hold, trusting him completely, and he could feel you would relax into his palm, melting into his touch.

“Fuck, Gojo. You really are desperate.” You giggled as his kissed moved down to your jaw and neck.

He moaned against your skin as your nails clawed at his lower back, nodding his head passively, running his tongue over your pulse point.

“You’re so pretty.” He hooks your leg over his hip, pressing the problem child erection right against yours clothed cunt, drawing a shaky gasp from you.

“Not here.” He pulls himself away. “Upstairs…do this right…let’s”

He’s not finishing any of his sentences, you almost worry if whatever problem that resides in his cock could be spreading to his brain. But maybe it was contagious because you can’t bring yourself to care. Holding your hand a bit too tight, he pulls you forward and up the staircase to his bedroom. He doesn’t bother shutting the door, no one else has lived here in a long time. The house is quiet, bar from the panting breaths that drip from both of you, the rustle of clothes, and the reconnection of hot, desperate skin. You kiss him again, pushing him back toward the bed. He allows you to push him onto the mattress, disconnecting your lips.

“So?” You flirt, standing naked before him, letting him see all of you, “how do you wanna fix this?”

He has shed his sweatpants in the shuffle, propped up on his elbow, the other hand giving himself long, slow strokes.

“I’ve been dreaming about that mouth, baby.” He chews on the interior of his bottom lip, “show me if you’re as good as I remember.”

He spreads his legs, allowing you a good long look at how hard he really has become. Angry, pink tip swollen, veins along the shaft straining against the skin. The lower ab muscles are so strained you think they might pop. You had almost forgotten how fucking big he is. Everything about him was too big. His broad, strong body, his long spindly legs, built, strong arms hanging below his hips, those big hands with their knuckly fingers, his long, thick cock and the ego that accompanied. Seeing all of him, how big he was, made a shock run up and down your spine.

How the fuck had you fit this thing inside of you before?

“Oh, don’t be shy now,” he echos your earlier words, “you can take it.”

Not to be out foxed, you steel yourself and sink to your knees in between his spread legs. He stops stroking himself, leaning against both elbows now, waiting with held breath for you to begin.

Your put your hands on his knees, massaging them down and up, feeling the taut muscles of his thighs, the soft hairs under your hands.

“You think about me a lot?” You kissed the side of his left knee.

“Mhm.” His head hung backs exposing his delicious, wiry throat.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he gasped, you ran your nails down his legs, making his hips jerk upward.

“Don’t tease baby, it’s bad enough already!” He begged.

Fuck he sounded good like that. No one could swing the pendulum of pathetic and cocky quite like Satoru Gojo.

“Two months huh?” You carried on, giving open mouthed kisses up his thigh between thoughts, “you must be sooooo sensitive. Poor baby.”

He nods, his eyes squeezed right, trying to focus on every sensation you’re giving him.

Finally you reach the divot between his hip and the base of his pelvis, the internal hinge of his thigh. You ran your tongue along the muscle, tasting the salt of his body. His hips jerk again.

“Please!” He cries out, the lamp at his bedside flicker off and on again.

“Careful Satoru.” You warned, “all you had to do was ask.”

You swirl your tongue around the swollen, aching tip of his dick. Looping around the underside of the head and sliding your mouth down further.

Satoru was in heaven, his eyes rolled back in his head, he fought to keep his hips still, he didn’t want to hurt you, but fuck he wanted more.

You slide your tongue along each beautiful vein, making a perfect map in your head of the topography of his penis. Pulling off and sinking back down again you could take him all the way to the base, coarse white hair ticking your nose as your relaxed your throat to accommodate him he fell back against the bed, one hand moving your hair off your forehead so he could see your pretty face. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more, relax into the pleasure and let it wash over him, or watch you take him further. He leaned up to watch, just as your peeked on eye open to see him falling apart. But the eye contact was too much for him to bear, he felt his cheeks erupt in a blush, and he fell backward again, using one arm to shield his eyes.

You tutted, running his cock along your lips as your spoke, giving it sloppy kisses to make the syllabals, “oh Satoru, look at me, baby. Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nods but doesn’t look up. He can’t bear it. Your weepy eyes filling with tears from the lack of breath, your lips swollen, encasing his cock head. Your hair pulled to one side, giving him a perfect view of your hollowed cheeks as you suck and pull at him. With your spit coating his cock, the sensitivity has doubled. Wet, schlucking sounds fill his bedroom, alongside your haughty moans. Or wait…that’s actually him moaning like that. He doesn’t even recognize himself, he’s panting, sweating, begging. He didn’t even realize he was talking but the praises have been spilling from him continuously:

Yes

Baby yes just like that

Fuck you’re so good

You’re so pretty

Fuck you’re doing so good

Feels so good

Baby

Fuck

Sugar

So pretty

So good

I can’t I

Please baby make me

Fuck you’re

Agh

All he can manage by the time he looks back at you are open vowel sounds. It’s feels fucking incredible, perfect, if this were three months ago he would have cum in an instant. This was the closest he had felt, but it still wasn’t enough. He had to be inside you. The hand keeping your hair back rounded your face, his thumb pushing against your lips.

“I need to fuck you.” He says breathlessly, “I won’t cum until I fuck you, please.”

You pull off of him, a little disappointed that you wouldn’t get to brag about your head game, but you push it aside and join him on the bed. Clingy as he is, he pulls you close, kissing you hard again. Your mouth is wet with saliva and pre cum. He didn’t have the time to be impressed at your skill bringing forth the pearly substance, he coveted so greatly. He was too focused on being as close as two people can be. You move to straddle his lap, but he shakes his head, breaking from your lips.

“Bend over.” His mouth is wet now, both of you wet from lips to chin.

You grin and climb off him, stacking a few pillows to give you something to rest on and presenting your hips to him. Satoru is getting his bearings back, he feels more in control now that he has moved onto his knees behind you. Desperate as he is he can’t resist brushing two feather light fingers down your spine, watching you arch as he drags them further and further down. Your spine snakes, your hips sway, his fingers find the cleft where your spine meets your ass, a perfectly little dimple, waiting for his hands to paw at, your breathy moan eggs him on, sliding further down, feeling your tight asshole clench from just the lightest of contact.

“You remember when you let me back here?” He circles it, reminiscing, “you were so tight. fuck, you felt so good baby.”

“Remember when you let me back there.” You tried to sound tough but your position bent over with your head buried in your hands made it difficult.

“Mmmmhm.” He felt his dick twitch again, remembering when you had fingered him open, sucking him in tandum, he swore he saw an angel that night.

And here you were again, having rushed over in the middle of the night just to help him, trembling under his fingertips. Maybe you really were an angel. His very own guardian angel. If anyone could bed a steward of the divine it would be him.

“I thought you needed my help.” You whined.

He giggles, leaning over you, close enough that his lips touch your ear, his heavy cock pressing against your slit,“Just making sure you’re as needy as I am.”

He runs his tongue over the shell of your ear, making you squeal. Of course he remembered all your sensitive spots. He returned to his knees behind you, spreading you open, marveling at the mess you had made. Dripping honey onto the bed, onto your thighs, on his hand. His mouth floods, the desire to bury his head between your legs quickly matching his desire to cum.

“Later.” You whimpered, having read his mind, “you need my help.”

He beams, “so selfless.”

Finally, after an hour of build up since your arrival, the agonizing time waiting for you to get here, and the two months of celibacy that had brought him here, he aligned himself at your drooling hole, your spit was still shining along his cock but he ran either side though your folds anyway, making sure he was wet enough. He had fucked enough and had a big dick for long enough that he knew taking it all required some specific anatomy or a lot of prep, usually both. And while you were familiar with him, and giving yourself so willingly to him, he didn’t actually want to hurt you.

“Satoru please just—-“

The rest of your sentence would never see the air of his bedroom. It’s conclusion stolen from you and replaced with a pathetic scream as he pushed inside. He had meant to ease in but as soon as he started he couldn’t stop himself, he bottomed out in his first thrust. A loud smack of your ass hitting his hips still resounded in the room as he pulled back and thrusted in again. Your back arched evilly, dangerously close to snapping your spine in half. Despite his tunnel vision, Satoru eased his hand up your back, effortlessly smoothing it and gripping your shoulder for more leverage.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes.” He grunted, thrusting in an evil pace.

You couldn’t even speak, he was so deep, you were willing to bet his made an impression agains the front of your stomach. On your pillow pedastule you sank further, and reached up one formerly supportive hand to grip his on your shoulder.

“Sa…sa…” you panted out, not even able to string his name together.

He moved to long, languid, but devastatingly deep thrusts, the hand on your shoulder holding the side of your neck now, “that’s it, sugar. Say my name. Say my name, baby, come on.”

You tried, you really fucking tried but the letters wouldn’t come, “S—Sa—-sss.”

Your eyes rolled back, crumbling completely into the silken pillowcases, not caring if your spit or tears ruined the fabric. He spanked you once hard, making your head shoot up.

“I said say it.” He grunted.

Cocky for a man who was nearly in tears over the phone because he couldn’t bust.

“Satoru!” You finally spilled, his cock pushing hard against your g spot, “Satoru! Satoru please! Be gentle!”

Now that your voice had found you again it was hard not to beg him for mercy.

“Please baby, please! Fuck that’s so good.” You babbled, bringing a sick smile to his face.

He fucked harder, deeper into you, reveling the way your walls fluttered around him. You were so tight he had initially worried he was going to split you in two. But you are his angel, he should have known better than to deny your divinity. Satoru could hear your moans increasing in pitch and becoming choppy. He reached around your hip, finding the perfect pearl between your lower lips and circling his middle finger around. The clench that followed sent you both keening. His fingers brought forth an orgasm you didn’t think was nearly as close. Your hips shaking, biting into the pillow to keep from screaming.

“No baby, let me hear you.‘I need it.” He panted, not stopping his fingers on your clit or his evil thrusts, seeming deeper and deeper every second.

You tried to lift your head but felt dizzy, your vision wasn’t right, your clit throbbed beautifully but made you aware of how fast your heart was. Gojo pulled out turning you on your back, reinserting himself with a kiss to your cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on me, okay? I need you baby, I need your help. Help me, please.” He thrusted slower, only moving a few inches at a time as your came down from the mind fuzzing orgasm.

You nodded, coming back to yourself, you pulled your legs over his hips, your hands moving down the curves of his body. He slower thrust gave you time to admire him. He really was so beautiful. Looking at the sun and having to look away beautiful. His skin was reddening from effort and arousal, splotchy flushes that still couldn’t take away his perfection. The divots on his shoulders, the smell of his sweat, the taste of his spit. Fucking him felt like being completely encompassed in perfection incarnate. And you couldn’t feel luckier to have the chance to be so. He opened his pleasure screwed up eyes, those glowing blue irises, that contained so much of what everyone thought he was, looking down at you with so much trust, so much vulnerability, your heart lurched into your throat.

“You okay?” Satoru scanned your face.

You nodded, pulling him in to kiss you again, feeling his soft hair under your fingers. You held on as he increased his thrusts again. Speed, depth, power, all of it ramped back up to fainting orgasm levels.

Satoru was on the verge of tears, he couldn’t do without again. He couldn’t not cum one more time. He wouldn’t make it. He would bury himself into any hole you offered him again and again and again until he was free from this. Reaching back and pulling your leg over his shoulder, he allowed himself even deeper into you. He watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, your mouth drop open to catch hot, stolen breath from him. He wanted to make it easier, slotting his lips against yours and kissing you deep, tasting your pleasure. He swooned, his heart felt so tight and full it could burst, he was so grateful for you. For your body, your generosity, your care for him that you made look so simple. He knew he wasn’t an easy person to care about, but it seemed to him like you had never considered it cumbersome. Kissing you he felt the tears long built up by restriction begin to fall, wetting his own cheeks as well as yours.

“Satoru are y—-?” You worried against his lips, your hand in his hair moving from. A harsh grip to a soothing pet.

He shook his head, although you were right, “it’s okay. Thank you. Just thank you.”

He kissed you again and carried on thrusting, long and deep. He found your other hand and took it in his own, interlocking your fingers. Hips hard and fast, the friction not enough, he needed to touch every inch of you with every inch of himself. Your pressed against his chest as you moved to match his thrusts, putting aside the emotions that had arisen and remembering your purpose for being here. He had to break away from the kiss, pushing his forhead against yours, gasping out as you synced your thrusts together.

Oh.

Like a dim lantern in a barren desert, a non phosphorescent illusory light in a cave, the shine of climax came into his view. Still holding your hand, one of your legs over his shoulder, bending your body into a bizzare position, he chased it with everything he could. Drilling himself into your drooly, puffy pussy, again and again, causing you to cry out.

“Baby almost, cum with me, please! Pleasepleaseplease.” He squeezed your hand a bit too hard, your fingers felt cramped.

Well, they would, if you could feel them. And your leg would likely feel strained, if you could feel your hamstring still. But you couldn’t feel anything except the white hot pleasure bursting inside of you everytime he pushed against your gspot. Not breaking away from his hand, your other shot between your legs circling your clit, making you tighten up around him. Satoru cried out, the devilish squeeze of your walls felt like the last barrier between him and total bliss.

“Please baby, please.” He can’t control his voice, he doesn’t care, nothing matters when he is this close, “yes, cum around me. I need it. Cum.”

Your eyes flutter back, your head pushes against the pillow, your body erupts into cooling, overwhelming bliss.

Finally, his torment turns, the ache in his stomach unraveling. He can’t believe it, it’s finally about to be over, he feels your body shake underneath him, your hand gripping his so tightly, your cries filling his bedroom. Just at the precipice Gojo, steals one last look at your pleasure struck face, and he falls.

The lights in his bedroom bloom, swell, and overload. Bulbs bursting as he pumps himself through the most earth shattering orgasm he has ever known. Line after line of thick, long stored cum spilling from him into your waiting cunt. The room is plunged into darkness, he buries his head in your neck, panting hard.

You smile as you feel him filing you, and continue filling you. He had always cum a lot, he joked that it was his lineage begging him for continuation. But this was, beyond. Load after load of hot, desperate cum. He pushed his hips closer to you, his body yearning to become fused to yours. To never separate again.

You move one careful hand up his back, feeling the cooling sweat at his neck, the soft hair at the nape. His breath slows against your skin, but he doesn’t yet push himself off of you, keeping his heavy frame collapsed on you. But you don’t dare complain, committing the heat of his body to memory. The moonlight from the window is now, thanks to his discharge of power, the only light in the room. Your eyes adjust slowly, his features glowing in soft blue-white light. The air in the room is thick and full of both of you. Had you an eternity to indulge yourself in this moment, it would still feel too intangible to recall. But you try anyway.

Once his eyes have stopped spinning in their sockets like some knock out cartoon, Satoru pushes himself off of you, staying inside, just hovering above your body. His misty blue eyes look over every inch of you in a second. Taking in everything about this moment, how your skin reflects the moonlight, your eyes heavy and half lidded with sleep and bliss, your soft smile waiting for him to say something. But he wasn’t ready yet, he pressed his lips to yours again, firm but not desperate. He’s kissed you lavishly and with no burning sense of time. It could be called lazy if it weren’t for the focused decadence behind his mouth. He finally separates, thin silks of spit still unbroken between you two.

You brought your unheld hand to his face, cupping his cheek, watching as his eyes flutter shut. You could see tears drying on his cheeks, overwhelm and gratitude thier origin. The moon brought them forward for your viewing, you swiped a thumb under one eye. They both open under your touch, filling with something unreadable. He let go of your hand, opting to mirror your hold on your face, using one long finger to brush away a hair gelled to your sticky forehead.

“Thank you.” He reiterates, the frantic gratitudes from before nullified into a sincerity that made you nervous despite the juxtoposition of his cock still inside of you.

“Anytime, Satoru.” You can feel your cheeks heat, but your bliss doesn’t waver.

He slid out of you slowly, careful not to jostle his tingling, overstimulated length.

You both are left panting once he has been removed completely. He moved onto his side next to you, on his back, breathing up into the dark ceiling. You realize that you had no way of knowing what time it was. The thoughts of work and responsibility tomorrow we’re beginning to gnaw at the edges of your mind. You should get home soon, leave him to his new sexual freedom. You’d imagine he would be ready to pass out if he wasn’t asleep already. The expulsion of cursed energy enough to knock out the lights, enough to send him comatose.

You should know better than to underestimate him. Gojo sits up, stretching his long arms in front of him, allowing the formerly clenched back muscles to reset. Leaning back against his hands he looks down to you.

“I gotta change the bulbs and reset the fuse box. You wanna stay here? Once I’m done we can go again.” That flirty smile quickly irresistible, “orrrr, if you help me I’ll be done ever faster and I can thank you properly.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling, “I’m still recovering from the last favor I did for you. Come get me when you’re done.”

You settle back into his bed, the luxe duvet the perfect cloud-like weight on your shoulders. The smell of him clinging to every stitch of his sheets.

He moved off the bed, slipping on his underwear and making quick work of changing the burst light bulbs. This wasn’t the first time a miscalculated charge had knocked out the electrical system of his house. He had a private grid, it wasn’t that elegant but between the solar panels on the outside and a small self sustaining aquaphir underneath, it was nearly entirely self sufficient. So it was simple enough to fix when it did happen. When he switched the fuse box, the electric hum returned. Back in his bedroom he found you sleeping, curled up in his bedding, snoring softly. He moves some hair off your shoulder, fingers gentle on your thin, soft skin. Bare except for the duvet pulled over your shoulders. He crouched next to you silently, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. He was lucky to have you, someone who would help him so readily, so selflessly. Someone he could trust and confide in. It had been a long time since he could trust someone like this. Still standing over you, he watched as your stirred, sleepy eyes opening to take him in, squinting against the refreshed lighting.

“Coming back to bed?” Your sleep riddled voice charmed.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet.” He moved into bed beside you, taking your body in his arms once again, his lips fighting home under your jaw.

He really was insatiable.

YAY!!! I hope y'all enjoyed this one. It was fun to write and fell together really easily. I am a lot less intimidated by writing gojo now. But I would love to hear yall's feedback on how it came off!! PLEASE! again, i have a much longer, more structured idea for him that I am wanting to build up to eventually so i would really love to know what yall think. Doodle <3 <3

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thefrontmanscockwarmer · 1 day ago

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My Lovely

Player 001 x reader [Fluff]

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You had an expensive day, to say the least. You were tired, walking around and carrying all your bags. You chose not to bring a guard along with you, it wasn’t’t like you were a celebrity or high profile. In fact, you could guarantee that no one knew who you were, only the fact that you were a big spender. But, you knew better than to assume that your darling husband would let you off the island without some form of protection around you.

When you first met In Ho and you walked around, you heard him say it once; that you were literally the safest person in the world in that present moment. You knew for a fact that if he said that while you were walking through Seoul with him, then walking alone… security was tighter than ever.

“Babe!” You shouted. You walked into the empty room. You dropped your bags, the others would be brought up within the next 5 minutes. Not a single one of those masked men on the island dare to keep you waiting, disappoint, or frustrate you. They’d rather die than face the monster out wrath of your husband, their boss, the Front Man. You thought it a good idea to soak in the tub, to wash away the smell of being outdoors.

You could admit, you were spoiled, probably treated better than any form of royalty, and you knew it. You heard the door to your room open, not bothering to call out to your husband. You laid for an hour longer before getting out and drying off with a fresh towel. You did your skincare routine earlier than usual, but you didn’t plan on going anywhere. Slipping your robe on and loosely tying it, you walked into the grand bedroom.

In Ho was no where to be found. You ventured further into your enormous room before seeing him settled in front of large screen tv, in his large black chair, pouring a glass of bourbon. Today’s game was playing in front of him,

“Dalgona” you say, from behind him. “Who picked that?’ You snorted.

“I cannot for the life of me remember which one of those game squares sugg- oh, you know what, it was il nam who did” he said not turning towards.

“Honey, haven’t I asked you not to watch that wretched game on the screen while I’m home?” You ask floating to his side, curling into his outreached hand.

“Yes, my lovely, you have” he said, clicking it off. He pulled you into his lap. “How was your day, gorgeous?”

“It was good. I went to all of my favorite little market shops, I picked up some more soaps for us. I was running out so bought us both some. Some magazines, and I ran into the recruiter today. He sends his wishes.” You said. “And the malls, until I got tired then I drove back to the ferry to be brought back.” You smile.

“That smile tells me my bank statement has something that tells you bought something you didn’t consult me over” he smiles at you. You shake your head. “(Y/n)?” In Ho drawled out tauntingly.

“Nothing I promise” you say quickly.

“Then, (y/n), who is this?” He pulls a sleeping kitten from beside him. You were busted.

“Oh baby, just look at him!” You squealed, with excitement. “I couldn’t help myself, and he was the only one!” You tried to defend yourself.

“I’m not upset, and he is quite adorable.” He agrees as he hands your newly adopted kitten to you. “What did you decide to name him?”

“I want you to help me decide”

“Oh, so, I do have say in the matter!” Your husband exclaimed. “How about Wiseuki?”

“I think it’s perfect!” You say holding the kitten.

“What breed is he anyways? He looks like a leopard or a jaguar” In Ho says.

“He’s a Bengal cat… or so the lady said.” You reply. “I’m getting tired, join me?” You ask.

“Why would I pass up the opportunity to sleep with my wife?” In Ho asks, not really looking for an answer. “I fed him already, by the way” he said. You look at him sharply. “I read the instructions, made sure I did everything right. His bed it set up, litter box in that far corner”

“You did everything!” You say happily, setting the kitten on his bed. “The woman says he’s already potty trained” you add.

“Oh good” In Ho says picking you up and twirling you around before laying you on your bed. You giggles slowly dying out.

“So, how was your day ?” You ask him as he undoes his long leather coat.

“Oh god. Il nam, is stressing me out. I mean, that man’s ode to dying is crazy. On his death bed and he chooses to join his own games, granted he has the immunity from death but how are we supposed to cover every game?” He says, he walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth, “I just don’t get it, and his guests arrive in just a few days and there’s just more responsibility placed on me that I don’t really want” In Ho gets into bed next to you.

“I’m so sorry baby” you reply cuddling up to him.

“It’s okay, laying here with you at the end of it all makes it all worth it. Keeping you happy, being able to just live how we do but are reminded I am just a man that loves his wife and just wants to be with her at night.”

“I love you” you say kissing his chest.

“I love you, more” he kisses your forehead. Sighing heavily as he relaxed. Holding you close to him and entangling his legs with yours. “I love you more.

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r11yh1soka · 2 days ago

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CAT & MOUSE

sevika x female reader

synopsis: sevika happens to be a regular at the brothel you work at under your dear friend babette. she asks for you every so often but the answer is always the same, you don’t take any new clients but that doesn’t seem to soothe the aching itch she has to indulge in you. you’re not oblivious, you notice her too, looking at you in the halls just before the doors to her rented room closes or spending no more than two seconds observing you when you pass each other in the halls. when the chance arises and the restraint finally flees, neither of you spare a moment to resist the temptation.

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The air is thick with smoke from the common cigars many customers take a liking to. You stride through the halls, observing the customers still taking part in their paid pleasures of the brothel. You worked a long week and tonight, you were let off a bit earlier than your usual. You’d collected your cash and wrapped yourself up in a trench coat to prepare for the cold breeze of the dark night.

On your way out, you happen to glance into one of the rooms with the curtains still opened. The moment you did, your gaze was not left unmatched. The regular who made herself more than noticeable with you met her eyes with yours when you looked at her. Her hair pulled back messily into a short half up half down ponytail. She pulled the cigar away from her lips when she saw you and almost instantly disregarded the paid woman in front of her.

She looked as though she was waiting for you to say something but you made no effort to do that. Her head tilted to the side slightly to get a better look as you walked past, you grinned to yourself as you carried on about your business. You finished out the way through the hall and up the stairs before pushing the door open to the undercity.

You begin making your way through the streets, walking at a normal pace until you begin to hear much faster footsteps from behind you. You ignore it at first until it continues for a little while longer, you turn your head over your shoulder and find Sevika following after you. You smirk at the sight and turn down the closest alleyway for her to follow you in to, you turn around to face her.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You cross your arms over your chest with a grin, standing before her tall and large frame.

“Isn’t it obvious? Have I not made my wants clear enough for you?” She smirks with her brows raised and her head tilted at the of sight of you.

“I suppose you have. That doesn’t mean that I want the same thing though, now does it?” You remarked as she positioned herself closer to you, shrinking the gap you’d kept up.

“By all means…tell me you’re not interested and I’ll leave. Simple as that,” she says calmly, towering over you from where you stood.

You considered all things for a moment but most of all you allowed your curiosity to run free. You observed her before you and let your mind wonder what it was like to feel those lips of her against your skin. You wondered what kind of woman she was in the bedroom, you’d only ever heard good things from the other workers she visited. A part of you wondered what it would be like for you, you had no doubt that she’d fuck you in ways that you needed. The thought alone made you shiver a bit, shiver with excitement.

“Come on,” you granted and turned around to lead her through the alley.

Your house wasn’t far from here, you could feel the anticipation rising in you as you walked through the streets to get back home. You pulled your keys out from your purse and unlocked the door. You walked inside and shut the light on, she entered in after you, looking around as you closed the door after her.

“Make yourself comfortable. I have to change,” you gestured towards your couch before leaving the room and heading into your bedroom.

Despite having a guest over, you showered and changed into more comfortable clothing. You had a rule about wearing your clothes from the brothel inside you home and you assumed that if she wanted you bad enough, she’d still be waiting on the couch when you got out.

And she was.

She turned her head to you as you emerged from the bedroom in a black slip on dress. The trim was lace and you smelled of cinnamon and vanilla from the oil you rubbed on. She stared at you with a smirk reaching her face as you walked over to her. She rubs her jaw as you walk around the couch and stand before her legs as she sits manspread.

“I hear that you ask for me…often,” you inform with your gaze fixiated on the rising and sinking of her chest.

“Do you not think you offend my coworkers when you ask them for me while you’re with them?” You question teasingly as you sink to your knees before her.

“I do think. I just don’t care,” she answers and her boldness makes your heart flutter in your chest as you put your hands on her knees as she speaks and lean forward.

You can smell the cologne that encapsulates her, a certain musk and coolness to it that ignites something in you. You just barely brush your lips against her neck, teasing her with just the light feeling of you being so close. She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as you pull away, only to grab ahold of you by your neck and yank you back towards her.

“I don’t like to be teased. You know what I came here for,” she corrects with her face in front of yours and you can only smirk.

You knew she didn’t like being teased, your coworkers had talked of how she never seemed to have them pleasure her, it was only the other way around. You found challenge in that. Her hand came close to yours before she pulled you in for a hungry sloppy kiss. Her head tilting to the side as she kisses you as hungrily as you were for her.

Out of sheer curiosity and determination for her tells, you moan into her mouth as you kiss. You can feel her beginning to smile through the kiss at the sound of your moans. You work your hands down her muscular thick thighs and move them up a little until you find the button to her pants. You undo it and begin to unzip her pants until she breaks from the kiss and glances down at your hands over her crotch.

“What do you think you’re doing, pretty lady?” She chuckles a little at your hands fumbling with her zipper.

You don’t answer her, it’s obvious. You push your lips back onto hers from climbing up onto her lap where she raises her hips a little to adjust. Her hands slide down to your waist and another hand down to your ass. Your lips smacked against hers as your hips bucked a little against her in a strong need for her. Though before you satisfied your own needs, you satisfied your curiosity first.

You slid your hand back down, inside her underwear where you met your fingers with the warmth between her legs. She broke from the kiss to chuckle a little as she felt your fingers slide between her wet folds.

“Eager one, aren’t you?” She allows your fingers to work between her folds before she slides her tongue in your mouth.

She gets wetter as the kiss deepens and your fingers move slower, you pull apart from the kiss with a slight whine. A string of spit breaks upon your separation and you make sure to focus on the look in her eyes as you shove a finger inside her soaking cunt. He brows narrow out, she clenches her jaw with a slight grunt as you shove in another finger right after. She’s tight around your finger, tense as ever so you lean forward and kiss along her neck until you find her sweet-spot.

She doesn’t loosen up when you kiss along her neck so you try other things. You bite her neck for a little but that doesn’t work either, your fingers are thrashing in her until your chest brushes against hers and you feel her hardened nipple rub against yours.

You smirk a little before using your other hand to pull up her shirt, revealing her bare chest. You tilt your head down and take a brown nipple in your mouth, only to suck and tug at it as hard as ever. She holds back a moan, watching you suck at her chest with so much eagerness she thought she might be outmatched for hunger.

You begin to fell her cunt loosening up the longer you suck. You look up with those beady eyes of her as she becomes a groaning mess, wet on your fingers and wet in your mouth. You catch your breath a little and watch spit run down her hardened nipple before you brush your thumb against it.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” She groans and latches her hand to the back of your head, shoving your mouth back onto her nipple.

You can’t help but grin as you watch and feel her unraveling at your touch. You worked your fingers faster inside her as you took more of her nipple into your mouth, sucking hard. She’s fights the urge to moan as loudly as you know she wants to, your coworkers had said she didn’t make much noise other than grunts. All the approval and satisfaction was said to be in her eyes but here she was with her head tilted back and her bottom lip bit.

Your curiosity doesn’t stop there, you release her nipple from her mouth with a pop sound and lower yourself onto your knees again. You grab the waistband of her pants and her boxers and begin to yank them down her legs with so much anticipation you can feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

Her shirt falls back over her chest and she watches you practically drooling at the sight of her wet cunt in front of you. You toss her clothes elsewhere without concern and pant a little before bringing your head between her separated thighs. Just as you’re about to lick, she yanks your head back and tilts her head to the side while looking at you.

“So greedy…I didn’t even hear you say “please”,” she mutters while looking at your hardened nipples through your gown.

“Please Sev…I want it,” you beg, unable to find the strength to continue your game of teasing for the sight in front of you is just too beautiful.

“Ah…but what about what I want? Come here,” she demands firmly with a hard look up and down at you.

You climb onto her lap again just for her to lay you down on your back. Your head rests on the arm of your couch and she gets in between your legs only to discover that you’re not wearing any underwear. She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she gazes at your wet cunt, she shakes her head with s grin across her face.

“You know me too well, already.” She mutters before taking not even a minute to shove two of her fingers inside you.

With her mechanical arm she’s holding your thighs apart, the grip is cold and firm but the temperature difference to the heat of your body soothes you. You thrust your head back, her fingers are much longer and larger than yours and you can feel it.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? So wet for me…you want me to fuck that beautiful face of yours, don’t you?” She teases and you nod as fast as ever while your back arches up off the couch.

She can’t help but grin as she watches your hips buck to her touch. You’re practically aching for her, she shoves in a third finger without warning and you whimper under her. Her eyes flicker wide for a moment, finding pleasure in hearing you whimpering. You roll your eyes back, feeling pleasured to a degree you’d never been pushed to before. In a moments notice she switches her fingers, her cold mechanical fingers slide into you, three of them and her other hand grips your thigh.

The cold feeling made you shudder with complete bliss. With your customers, you’d scarcely finished with them but with Sevika you already felt as though you were going to cum. You couldn’t even get your words out, you were a whining moaning mess. Your silk nightgown was ruffled at your hips, leaving your cunt completely exposed to her. The coldness from the metal of the mechanical arm pleasured you beyond measure.

Your thighs fought close as your hips bucked but she allowed none of that. She figured that was your tell as you came close to finishing but she wasn’t done with you. A second later and you felt her swollen clit against your mouth. She was thrusting her cunt into your mouth while your mechanical arm was reaching back to keep her fingers sliding in and out of you. She steadied herself with her hand on the back of the couch as she bucked her hips repeatedly. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and took the opportunity to suck on her swollen clit.

Your moans only came out muffled as she drowned you in the wetness between her thighs.

“Fuck! Just like that,” she grunts aggressively, thrashing her hips roughly and messily.

Her muscular build weighs on you but you don’t care, you don’t let it stop you from indulging in the sweetness on your tongue. You shove your tongue inside her, forcing it inside her until she tosses her head back in response. You can dee her muscles flexing as she holds on to the couch and her nipples remain rock hard through her tank top.

“So fuckin’ good with your tongue baby. You like that? You like having your face fucked?!” She praises and you can only nod quickly, not pulling your mouth off her for a second.

She slides her fingers out of you and instead grips the top of your head, nestiling her fingers in your hair that’s been messed up from the couch. She holds onto you as she thrust her hips against your mouth. You’re not given a single second to breathe but the taste and feeling alone brings you to your climax. Your breath hitches as she moves faster, aching to reach her climax as well.

You finish with the taste of her on your tongue, your own legs jolting with the sensation she brings you. Your hips buck up into the air as your back arches up a little but she doesn’t allow you to rest. She keeps going until she’s satisfied. Her brows furrow as she looks down at you and bites down on her bottom lip while grunting. Your suck on her swollen clit, pulling at it until the taste is practically imbedded in your tongue.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She groans out loudly, she bites down with her head tossed back as she begins to cum.

Your tongue lapping at her cunts to soak up every bit of cum she releases and you’ve never tased anything better. Your own cum is dribbling down onto the couch while hers is dribbling down into your mouth. She pants with her chest rising and sinking dramatically, her eyes open again and she waits until you’ve licked up every drop before she lifts herself up off your mouth.

From pocket on her shirt she pulls out a cigar and a lighter as she slumps down next to you on the couch. She places the cigar in her mouth and lights it with a slight pant and she comes down from the high you brought her too. Without a word, she turns her head over to you and reached her arm out. She drags you across the couch and pulls you onto her lap as she smokes.

All before she slides in a finger with you on her lap and the lit cigar in her mouth…taking you right back to the pleasure you so desperately found only with her.

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plethorawrites · 4 hours ago

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So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?

This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!

Bruce: Weary and worried.

• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.

• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.

• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.

• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.

• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.

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Dick: Amused and empathetic.

• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.

• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.

• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.

• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.

• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.

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Jason: Paranoid and terrified.

• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?

• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.

• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.

• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.

• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.

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Tim: Shocked and Frantic

• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."

• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.

• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.

• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.

• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.

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Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.

• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.

• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.

• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.

• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.

• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.

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myswans0ng · 2 days ago

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As Grief Consumes

synopsis: An overconfident prodigy, a chain-smoking-alcohol-chugging brunette, a self-righteous hypocrite, a stoic unimpressed blonde, an overly enthusiastic boy and then there's you... A suicidal maniac.

contents/warning: MDNI, graphic depictions of violence/mature themes, ANGST, mutual pining, eventual smut/smut, slow burn, multiple love interests, character death/s, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, established age of characters is 18yo, jjk x oc, curse user!reader, fem!reader

status: ongoing

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⋅───⊱ .prologue ⊰───⋅

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Kisaragi,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It is with great respect for your family’s renowned lineage and reputation, that I extend this formal invitation for your daughter, Ms. Kisaragi to enroll at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School.

Having had the privilege of witnessing Ms. Kisaragi’s exceptional talents firsthand during her recent fieldwork, I can confidently attest to her remarkable skill and potential as a jujutsu sorcerer.

At Jujutsu High, we aim to provide guidance, and an environment that fosters the development of sorcerers through rigorous training, academic excellence and hands-on experience. With our expertise, we can help Ms. Kisaragi to further refine her abilities and uphold the principles of sorcery.

We deeply value the Kisaragi family's long-standing commitment to jujutsu sorcery, and it would be an honor to welcome your child as a student.

Should you have any questions or wish to discuss her enrollment further, please do not hesitate to contact me directly.

With highest regards,

Masamichi Yaga Principal Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

One.

Just one.

You load the bullet into the chamber. You give it a few long spins, playing with it like a spinning wheel. You count the seconds in your head, mumbling to yourself. The gears inside its mechanism, turning and turning.

6 seconds.

It took six seconds before the revolver stopped spinning on its own. You let out a sigh, exasperated. That took longer than usual.

What does fate have in store for you today?

Is your luck finally running out?

Will it cooperate this time?

How exciting.

You chuckled softly at fate– at yourself, really. The metal— as you brushed your finger on the barrel, felt cool to the touch. A stark contrast on the warm leather grip as you held it so casually like a toy.

You point the end of the barrel at the side of your head, its nozzle pressed against your temple. You have indulged yourself in another self imposed game of Russian roulette. The pressure of its weight almost feels comforting to you now.

You groaned, your tone riddling with annoyance. “If this thing doesn’t go off, I’m gonna have a bad day.”

Then you pressed its hammer. All you have to do now is pull the trigger, like you always do.

You laughed again, a little maniacally this time as you felt your heart rate spike ever so slightly. If you keep doing this, it might get boring at some point. You thought to yourself.

You recall the first time you picked up this unusual game of yours. You were eleven years old, stationed in the outskirts of some country you can’t even remember where exactly anymore. But what you do remember is your parents sending you on a mission in the middle of a warzone. Such a scared little twerp, you were.

You weren’t supposed to be crouched behind the crumbling walls of a war-torn city, tending to soldiers whose bodies were mangled beyond recognition, your small— fragile, bloody, little hands trembling as you poured every bit of your cursed energy into wounds that sometimes were too stubborn to heal or maybe you were just weak. You were a child after all.

A child gifted to wield the curse of the Kisaragi lineage. Oh what a marvelous specimen you are, they say.

You could heal practically anything if you will it hard enough! Your curse was a gift.

It’s a gift!

It’s a wonderful, magnificent gift!

You still remember the first soldier you tried to heal, a man whose face you never saw, the dirt had stuck to his skin. You remembered the blood that pooled beneath him, his groans of agony still sung so distinctly in your ears. You remember your hands pressing against his torso. Tears stained your eyes, but it was nothing compared to the gruesome sight before you. You felt your cursed energy course through him with whatever willpower your little body had.

Then you felt it like an orchestra playing the bridge of a symphony. You felt his pain— every jagged breath, every sharp searing ache of his wounded flesh, the metallic tang in your mouth, the mind-numbing throb in his chest like it was hit by a fucking freight train. You absorbed all of this soldier’s torture in an attempt to heal him.

And he died anyway.

Idiot.

You told yourself it wasn’t your fault, that some wounds were beyond saving. Poor naive you, crying because you failed at the one thing you’re supposed to be good at.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You say to yourself as you tap the barrel on your head on each emphasis.

The gun felt colder now, as if it had sensed the shift in your otherwise manic mood. The weight of your memories pressing harder than the steel.

It was a long night, alone, scared and unable to sleep. Anyone or anything that you knew was far away. You saw these soldiers sitting around a comfortable and warm fire, their conversation, their laughter as hollow as yours is now as they played this silly little game of life & death. Passing around a similar gun. You would hear a click but no bang, then they would laugh, and continue their chatter as if it was nothing. Like a daring game to be played amongst your closest and craziest friends.

A normal kid— person would find this terrifying if they had witnessed such recklessness. But you were no normal kid.

No, no. A normal kid would run and tell an adult about what those dumb soldiers were doing.

But instead, this angered you. You confronted them.

Selfish!

You called them selfish.

Here you were using every ounce of your cursed energy, absorbing the torment of their pain and suffering just so they could live another day and see the faces of their loved ones once more and yet they were toying with their own lives. How incredibly… selfish.

At that time, you expected that these grown-ups– these soldiers would hear the sincerity of your words and the fire in your heart. To realize that what they’re doing is wrong in every way but no.

They laughed at you as if you had said the most ridiculous thing ever.

“A’piece of advice kid, you’ve alr’dy seen da’ shit they do t’us out there,” he narrowed his eyes at you, leaning a little closer. You could still remember the smell of tobacco on his breath. The same one your grandfather smokes. “If ya’ think ‘ya can find a candle of hope that we’ll survive this hell’ole, ‘ya might as’well look for f’kin’ Santa Claus,” he cackled. His friends, clamoring along with him like sheep.

“‘Ya might as well kick off b’fore they beat ‘ya to it!”

Demented.

Laughing.

Sheep.

Now, here you are. No longer that frightened child. Walking on a tightrope, just like they did. You’ve gone off to countless missions, stationed in every possible conflict zone imaginable, and tasked with high-risk operations that demanded every bit of your abilities.

You’ve felt— experienced almost every possible sensation of pain there is, from the sharp sting of a shallow cut to the jarring impact of losing a limb, and even… gunshots. Those still lingered in your veins, in your skin– in your senses, even after all this time. A blow to the head is nothing.

You exhaled sharply. Your finger hovered over the trigger. Your thoughts are as blank as the expression on your face. Your life at your fingertips. So poetic.

So… beautiful.

Click!

Nothing.

“What a bother!” You huffed, rolling your eyes. Just when you thought it was going to be a little interesting today, fate said otherwise.

Well, that’s that. You said to yourself as you swivelled your chair around, tossing the revolver back into your junk drawer.

Disappointing. You sighed.

“Well that was… interesting,” you hear a voice say.

You look up, seeing two figures standing before you, just by the door of your study. One was a slender guy, his spiky hair as white as baby powder and a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, giving you a glimpse of his bright— almost blinding blue eyes along with his baby powder lashes.

Next to him, was another slim man but slightly more muscular, his eyes seemingly disinterested or bored. His long dark hair tied into a bun, a few untamed strands straying on the side of his forehead, almost as if it was intentional. His shoulders slumped, making the other appear taller. Next to each other, they looked like the two opposing sides of a yin yang… or the alternating stripes on a zebra.

“Usually people knock before they enter someone’s room,” you said. “Are all Jujutsu High sorcerers this rude?”

The baby powder haired man chuckled. His tone, light and carefree. It was almost annoying. As if he hadn’t just witnessed you playing this dangerous game of yours.

“Well apologies Miss,” he snickered. “But in our defense, the door was already open and we’re on a bit of a schedule here.”

You eyed them both warily, your thoughts elsewhere and you honestly couldn’t care less on what they were here for. You rest your cheek on the palm of your hand, your fingers tapping on the wooden surface of your desk. Baby powder was waiting for you to say something as he kept a friendly eager grin on his face.

His dark-haired companion rolled his eyes and nudged at his friend. “Satoru,” he muttered, his tone tinged with mild annoyance. He turns to you, he gives a small, apologetic nod. “Suguru Geto. It’s nice to meet you. We’re here on Sensei Yaga’s request to bring you to Tokyo.”

Ah right. The letter. You should be honored, like your mother said. Master Yaga saw… potential in you.

But you’re a skeptic at heart. Was it really potential?

Or a means to an end? Not that it would be any different with how you’ve been treated your whole life.

“Right…” You draw out. The adrenaline that briefly occupied your chest during your little game was now fading. “Sensei… I guess I have to call him that now too.”

“So you’re Gojo,” You point at the man with white hair then at the other one. “And you’re Geto.”

You’ve heard of them. Hell, who hasn’t?

Their names were passed around here and there by your parents in such high regard, though never directly to praise you, but as measuring sticks, impossible benchmarks for you to reach as if it wasn’t you who was keeping this family afloat.

“Funny,” you continued on. “You’re far from what I had imagined in my head.” You said flatly, standing up from your seat as you looked over the two of them once more. But you can’t say for certain how you expected the one gifted with six eyes would look like.

And his friend, well you can’t really say much other than your small knowledge of his cursed technique.

Gojo chuckled, his confidence unwavering. “It’s nice to meet you too Ms. Kisaragi!” He said, almost jokingly.

“Sensei Yaga spoke highly of you, I mean the Kisaragi clan had contributed a lot to sorcerers and the military,” Geto continued, his tone steady and polite. “Sensei regrets that he hadn’t approached your family sooner.”

“Does he now?” You said, your tone neutral. You start to gather your things from your desk, and stuffed them inside your purse, preparing to leave the comfort of your home.

The Kisaragi name carried weight, sure. But you always questioned whether it was respect or fear that kept it in such high regard. Being admirable is one of things they’d call your family but anything your family did or their ‘contributions’ weren’t simply acts of altruism— or out of the kindness of their hearts, they were purposeful, calculated and designed to cement their influence on the people who could afford it.

And you? You were just another piece in this carefully constructed game.

Suguru’s expression remained composed, despite your disinterest in his attempt at flattery. Gojo leaned against the doorframe, his head tilted as a smirk started to form on his lips.

“I’m not gonna lie, Sensei Yaga gave us the impression that the Kisaragi were a friendly bunch and your mother seemed very nice when she welcomed us to your lovely home, but…” Gojo’s grin widened as he gestured towards you, sliding down his sunglasses just enough to reveal a glint of amusement in his bright blue eyes, teasingly. “...you? Not so much.”

You let out a long sigh, your hand on your hip as you shook your head, clicking your tongue mockingly as if you were disappointed in yourself. “You’re right! I should be nicer! Wouldn’t want to drag my family’s name through the mud— how’s this?”

You straightened up immediately, your demeanor shifting so seamlessly like you flipped a switch. Your posture becomes more poised and polished. You clasped your hands together lightly, plastering on a cheerful, almost unnatural smile.

“Oh Mr. Gojo and Mr. Geto,” you began. Your voice so sickeningly sweet and polite. “It’s such an honor to meet the two of you. I hear nothing but good things about you both, and I must say, you truly exceeded my expectations. Thank you so much for gracing me with your presence today!”

Suguru’s brows lifted slightly, taken aback by the sudden change in your behavior, unsure how to react. Gojo blinked for a second before breaking into fits of laughter, clearly amused.

It seems that it doesn’t take much for the baby powder sorcerer to get entertained. His friend, on the other hand, was utterly confused.

“Was that better?” you said, your tone laced with sarcasm. “Now if you don’t mind, can we leave?”

Before they could answer, you walked towards the door. Eager to leave the room that you would’ve left with your brain splattered on the walls. Then you hear Geto speak, stopping you in your tracks.

“So what’s your name?”

“Huh, that’s right. Sensei Yaga forgot to mention it,” Gojo chimed in. “Care to tell us your name? I mean, we’ll be around each other a lot so might as well right?” He grinned.

You paused, your hand hovering over the door frame. For a brief moment, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Your name. They wanted to know your name. It was a simple question.

You had two names. The one that belonged to you.

And the one that carried your honor, your family’s expectations, their legacy— your curse.

It was at the tip of your tongue. It was the name that was drilled into you to answer with, the one that represented everything you’re supposed to be.

Yuna Kisaragi. The bearer of the Kisaragi curse.

The Kisaragi’s wealth wasn’t measured in money or their business ventures. It was you. A culmination of generations upon generations of meticulous planning and selective breeding. They didn’t need vaults of gold or prized possessions, when they had you.

You aren’t just one person, you are a legacy to behold of countless Yunas before you. The source of all their fortune.

Eleven Yunas, to be exact. Eleven women reduced to a role they had to play, a placeholder for their ambitions.

Your name was a beautifully crafted lie to protect you, so they say. It was easier that way, they said. A single false name meant fewer questions, fewer loose ends, and fewer ways for anyone to connect you to your true identity to the Kisaragi fortune.

Most days you forget you had a real name. Not that it mattered anyway. No one knew what it was except you.

You turned slightly, looking over your shoulder. A small, practiced smile curved on your lips, one you had perfected over years of appeasing those who have raised you and those around you.

“Yuna,” you said smoothly. The name slips from your tongue with an almost mechanical ease.

“Are we good now?” You asked, as you turned towards the door again.

Geto tilted his head, his sharp eyes observing you, you could almost feel it burning on your back. “You’re taking that gun with you?”

So he noticed.

“I’m not one to know much about women’s accessories and things they keep in their purse, it’s none of my business, really but that’s a pretty bold accessory to carry around, don’cha think?”

Gojo remained silent, as if to let his friend address the elephant in the room. I mean, they did walk in on you about to off yourself, it’s stupid to think that they’ve forgotten about it or let alone not notice that you had shoved it in your purse- not that you were being sneaky about it either.

You glanced back at them, trying to read if they were serious. Their gazes were nothing but solemn and even a little curious.

“Caught me,” You shrugged mockingly. “Here, I’ll put it in this little drawer.” You slid open the small end table next to the door and dropped it inside before closing it shut, waving it off with a smile.

“Were you really going to off yourself?” Geto asked bluntly, he watched you with a humorless expression, his sternness palpable.

His— concern almost made you laugh. Instead your lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Lucky for you guys, it didn’t go off,” you said. “Would’ve been so rude of me if it did and you came all this way for nothing tsk tsk,” you clicked your tongue, shaking your head in ridicule.

“I mean what would my mother say?” You continue to mock. Then you turn on your heel, scoffing softly.

Sure enough, as you walked out the door of your study, Gojo and Geto exchanged a knowing look.

Gojo shrugged, chuckling at the absurdity of it all, and Geto can’t help but feel a migraine coming on, unsure if it was due to the 4 hour drive to get to your estate or you were right about the mere possibility that they would have gotten an earful from Yaga if they found you dead.

But one thing is for certain, you were going to be a handful.

a/n: i came up with the title and story while i was listening to 'As Grief Consumes' by Peter Gundry, i highly recommend it...

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wandanatsub · 15 hours ago

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At least once more, as always

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda finds a new spell in the Darkhold and wants to try it out.

Tags: Somnophilia, dub con (is reader there voluntarily? I don't know), magic (cock), stretching, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names for reader (sweetheart, baby, angel), mommy kink, slight dacryphilia, no pronouns used for reader

Words: 3k

Find it on AO3 or others like it

I was thinking about how Wanda would wake you with morning sex and then my brain just did its thing at 2am. This took way longer to edit than I thought, but I'm happy with this for now so posting before it stays in my draft for another month..

The bed was warm when Wanda finally joined you, but sleep was the last thing on her mind.

She pulled the sheet off the bed and was rewarded with the sight of your naked body. Even asleep, Wanda knew you were always ready and waiting for her, whether you were aware of it or not.

She began with lightly brushing her fingers over your naked body, making sure you were still fast asleep. Then she pressed a bit harder, especially around your thighs and hips. Her hand snaked around your throat and massaged your pulse points. She teased your nipples and pulled on them.

Your breathing changed, but you were still sleeping. She checked, loving that her treatment was reflected in your dream.

After a while, she let her fingers drift down to your folds and pushed through them, feeling the wetness seep out of you. You were wet enough for her to put her plans into action.

And now for the second part of her plan. Wanda spoke another short incantation and started to slowly thrust into you. She wondered at what point you would wake and shiver of excitement ran down her back, making her thrusts a little deeper. Would the continued stretch of your hole would wake you up before her cock became thicker than her fist?

Before she pulled you close, she spoke the incantation and rubbed her clit. With the last word, a cock appeared between her legs. Her hand easily fit around it, as planned.

She turned you on your back. Your face was beautifully calm, a small smile on her lips if Wanda saw it correctly. Her fingers slid down to your thighs, grabbing hold at your knees and pulled them apart to slide closer towards you. She settled your legs over her hips, her cock right at your seeping entrance. She pushed in easily, groaning as she could feel her cock inside your warm and soft pussy.

Every passing second made her cock expand, slow enough to not be recognizable at the moment, but soon you'd notice the stretch. The slow process also gave her the chance to fuck you for a while before you'd wake up.

Wanda started with easy slow thrusts. You were so wet that she felt no resistance at all., though she could feel it starting to build. She fingered your clit to keep the abundance of wetness coming, not wanting to hurt you. Yet. She kept thrusting, checking in on your dream to find her dream-self lazily fucking into dream-you, your blissed-out face mirroring reality.

Wanda kept fucking into you. Once her cock had grown enough, the resistance was noticeable, your walls gripping onto her. Gods, she loved the way you felt around her, the pressure gradually increasing, turning her on more every second.

She had to put more strength into her thrusts, holding onto your hips to push into you. Your dream-self had started to moan her name, slowly bleeding into reality, as she could hear you trying to form words. On a particular powerful thrust, going as deep as she could, your eyes suddenly popped open with you screaming out her name.

Wanda kept thrusting into you with all her power, relishing in the squeeze of her cock while pushing your hips into the mattress. Your hands came up to claw at her. To make her stop or will her to keep going, you weren’t sure.

Waking up to Wanda pushing into you with her thick cock had left you reeling, barely comprehending what was happening. But Wanda gave you no time to catch up. The squelching sound of Wanda forcing herself into your pussy filled the air.

"I've been fucking you for a while, but I’m glad you've finally decided to join the show."

"Yes, take me, pet."

She leaned down to pull your wrists above your head, brushing her nose up your throat to whisper in your ear.

"Gotta get you so wet for me, baby, more than ever before. I'm trying this little spell. Can you figure it out?"

Shivers ran through your whole body. Your hips tried to press up into the witch above you, desperately looking for more friction but Wanda slowed her thrusts, though only because she struggled to push into you all the way.

Her hand flew back to your clit, feeling your pussy give way to her. You squeezed your eyes shut, there were too many sensations. You needed to cum, because you needed this to be over. It was torture, lighting your body on fire, raw pleasure coursing through your veins.

And she kept thrusting into you, your brain nearly exploding while trying to make sense of her words and not pass out from the heavenly pressure between your legs.

You felt your orgasm creeping up on you. It hadn't been the first time Wanda had stretched you out, and it always felt great. But her waking you up already inside you felt intense. You wanted to cum so badly. Cum for her. Stretched around her cock.

"Please, more. I need-"

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, more is what this is all about. I'm gonna stretch you out until all you can do is cum on my cock."

You were glad Wanda had let you come so easily, not even making you ask for permission. Your hands let go of the headboard and found her hips, trying to push her off of you. The orgasm hat felt amazing but you needed a break.

The thought, paired with Wanda's hard thrusts, sent you over the edge easily, squeezing her cock like a vice. She moaned, her hips temporarily thrusting out of rhythm.

She slowed down until you stopped clenching around her, not wanting to cum until she had you at your breaking point. It helped you catch your breath. Though you could still feel the stretch, you felt relaxed, the pleasure-high fogging up your thoughts.

Wanda took hold of your wrists again and kept pushing into you.

“What makes you think I’m done with you, baby?” Her overly sweet voice made you realize you might be in trouble.

Wanda quickened her thrusts again, pleasure filled your body without your permission though you knew better than to fight it or her. You would enjoy her treatment so much more when you gave into her fully. If Wanda’s thrusts kept coming, so would you. Might as well enjoy it.

Something felt different though. Like she had gotten bigger, stretching you more and-

Oh.

Now her words made sense.

A loud whine escaped your lips.

"Yes, more, please, more, Wanda. Please, please, make me stretch for you."

Wanda knew you had finally understood.

By now, she was almost as thick as her fist. Her thoughts drifted back to a week ago, when you had asked her to fist you. Wanda pushed the image and feeling of you squeezing her hand, only her wrist visible between your legs, covered in cum and lube to the elbow, into your thoughts.

The mental image and the pressure of her thick cock pushed you over the edge again. Your whole body went rigid, muscle tension pulling your body away from the mattress, pushing into the pleasure and overstimulation.

Wanda kept up her rhythm this time, pounding into you, holding onto your hips, pushing herself as deep as possible. You didn't know when your second orgasm turned into the third, but you wouldn’t care if you lost all feeling in your physical body as long as the fireworks of pure ecstasy kept exploding.

"One more, baby, give me one more." The words pushed through the haze in your mind. And you felt yourself nod. One more orgasm and you could rest.

Wanda blew hot air on your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you, but you writhed underneath her anyway.

Wanda had paused her thrusts, waiting for you to return to reality, but her cock had gotten thicker again.

Your orgasm had spread your wetness over your thighs, her thighs and the bedspread, but neither of you cared.

"More, Wan, please." Your words were slurred, but Wanda understood them anyway.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You are doing so well. Just give me one more. Can you do that for me, baby?"

You nodded again, moving your hips against hers, pushing yourself onto her thick cock.

Wanda was in awe. She had trained you so well.

"That's it, baby, keep going, fuck yourself on my cock. You can't get enough of it, can you? You're so wet and open for me, made to be stretched by my thick cock."

You whined, not able to push yourself all the way onto Wanda's cock anymore, resulting in quick, shallow frustrating thrusts. You were stretched beyond anything you had ever experienced. You wanted more, needed more. Needed Wanda, her help, needed her to push deeper into you. All thoughts had left your head. All you could think about was Wanda. The witch liked it that way.

"Aww, my pretty baby can't do it without my help? Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll show you how to fuck a precious little angel like you."

You winced at the first deep thrust. Wanda's thumb found your clit and swept over it again and again. The stretch became easier to handle but it couldn't quench the frustrated arousal sweeping through your whole body. With all your strength, you wrapped your legs around Wanda's back and pulled her as close as you could.

"Harder. Please, Wan. Please, mommy, fuck me."

Hearing that title from your lips nearly pushed Wanda over the edge.

Nails dug into your hips, making you cry out. Wanda pushed into you as hard as she could, slamming her pelvis into yours with every thrust, but you didn't care. The pleasure exploded in your body, reaching every tiny nerve ending.

"Come for me, baby. Come on mommy’s cock."

Your orgasm ripped through you, only increasing once you felt Wanda's cock erupt in thick spurts of cum, stretching you even more. Your breathing stopped while your body tried to contain all the pleasure. All your nerve endings were fired up, sending ecstasy back to your center, the sensations concentrated on the stretch of your walls around Wanda's cock, pulling you into another orgasm.

It took a while to free yourself from the haze in your brain. You barely registered Wanda speaking words in another language, then the continued stretch stopped.

Wanda waited until your eyes fluttered open again, finding hers.

"Good morning, baby. Sleep well?"

Her lips pulled into a grin. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, if at all possible. But as soon as your brain found words, her thumb swiped over your clit, circling it, shooting pleasure through your abused nerves. You whined, your hands shooting out to grip her wrist. Wanda was still inside you, stretching your pussy to its limits.

"Ah ah ah, baby, hands to yourself. I just want to make this easier for you."

Your grip on her wrist didn't lessen, but you didn't have the strength to stop her anyway. Wanda brushed quick little circles over your clit, making your eyes roll back. Your hips lifted of their own volition, still chasing her touch, but she chose that moment to slowly pull out of you.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. Stretching you out had been ecstatic, but this feeling was agonizing. Her thumb pressed over your clit, your walls releasing her cock, bit by bit. Using magic could’ve definitely make this process easier for you, but Wanda wasn’t really looking to make it easier for you.

She pulled out slowly, slower really than she had to, but she loved seeing your walls all stretched around her, your clit fluttering under her thumb.

"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart. Be good, and don't fight it, baby."

Your body couldn’t decide between whines, cries and moans, letting it all out. Wanda basked in the display of pleasure and pain. She loved how your body writhed underneath her, constantly switching between pulling her closer and pushing her away.

Wanda was in total control of your body, just the way she liked it. Her fingers slid up your stomach to your breast and started to toy with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. All the painful sensations combined into a pleasure wave, slowly drifting over you.

She paused the movement of her hips for a few seconds, cruelly tracing your thin walls around her cock. Your whines turned into sobs, your body practically vibrating with all the sensations, until she finally took pity on you. Her thumb returned to your clit, the other hand held onto your squirming hips. Her lips found your ear, praising you in hushed tones as she finally pulled out of you.

A final small orgasm pulled out of you, relief flooding your whole body.

Without her cock inside you, your combined cum started flooding out of you, soaking the sheets underneath you.

Wanda's finger swirled through it and pushed some of it back into your stretched entrance. You whined and tried to pull away from her.

"Stay still, baby. I can't have all of this sweetness go to waste. Have to plug you up next time, to make sure to keep all of my cum inside."

Your struggle quickly faded. Your body was overwhelmed, unable, and unwilling to fight Wanda. After all, she knew what was best for you.

Four wet fingers easily pushed the cum back into you, her thumb finding your clit, overstimulation sending you into another quick orgasm, squeezing weakly around her fingers.

"Good job, baby, let me fill you up."

Wanda pulled you closer by your hips, propping your ass up onto her thighs. Your legs fell open, exposing your wide entrance to Wanda's hungry gaze. Your body felt heavy, too heavy to really move, but you knew Wanda would handle your body into any position she wanted it. You didn’t have to think about moving or anything besides breathing, though your body mostly managed that on its own.

"You're perfect like this, sweetheart, all open and ready for me."

Even though you were still incredibly overstimulated, Wanda's praise could easily push you into compliance.

"Wanna be good for you, mommy." Your whispers were barely loud enough to be heard, but Wanda would've caught them over the sounds of bombs raining from the sky.

"Then just lay still and let me fill you up, baby. Gotta make sure my seed takes root."

Your eyes fluttered, and it became difficult to keep them open. You caught glimpses of Wanda stroking her cock eagerly, staring at your freshly fucked pussy.

"Fill me up, mommy, want you to breed me."

Wanda loved you. She really did. Especially when you were fucked-out exhausted but still so incredibly horny. She was glad she hadn't managed to fuck that out of you yet.

She stroked herself while slowly circling your clit, delighted to see your pussy quivering, trying and failing to squeeze around anything. You couldn’t move a muscle even if you wanted to. Wanda would fuck you for as long as she wanted to, so there was no reason for you to move anyway.

The sight in front of her and the thought of breeding you finally pushed her into her second orgasm of the morning. The first ropes of cum landed over your stomach and hips. She kept fisting her cock and aimed at your still gaping entrance, the rest of her cum dripped into you.

Her thumb brushed your clit, making you squeeze around her cum.

Another short but intense orgasm made sure her cum stayed where it should and brought silent tears to your eyes.

"So good for me baby, you did so well. I love how hungry your pussy is for my cum. Love to see my little angel clench around nothing but my cum."

A smile bloomed on your face, and Wanda brushed away the tears from your cheek, mixing with the cum still on her thumb.

"Such a pretty angel. Cry for me, baby."

Crying after an intense orgasm wasn't new for you. And this had been the most intense experience of your life, so Wanda wasn't surprised by your reaction. The fact that it turned her on even more was also a benefit. The tears kept falling, and Wanda kept brushing them away, smiling down at you.

"Getting my thumb all wet, baby, and wet fingers are only good for one thing."

Her featherlight touch had barely left your face when you felt it once again on your clit. You stiffened. You couldn't. Not again. It was too much.

"Can you give me one more, angel? Just one more, and then you can sleep, I promise. Just have to make sure that you take mommy's cum as deep as you can."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were sure this wasn't necessary to get you pregnant, whether she had cum inside you, tip pushed against your cervix, or masturbating over your gaping hole.

Your body fought against overstimulation. You wanted to be good for Wanda. To give her what she wanted. She was relentless, brushing over your clit. Quietly praising you. Telling you about all the other ways she wanted to breed you until you were finally pregnant and maybe even after that.

Your body slowly came alive again, pleasure reaching out its fingertips.

"Look at me, baby."

Wanda waited until your eyes fluttered open and anchored onto her own. She smiled at you, then looked down at your abused pussy and let her spit drip onto your clit. Your eyes rolled back, and your body quivered under her presence.

With the last vestiges of her sanity intact, Wanda pulled up your hips until her tongue could reach your clit. It barely took a few licks to catapult you into one last orgasm, long and intense, Wanda sucking on your clit throughout until you finally lost all strength in your body.

She carefully lowered you, pulled a pillow under your hips to keep them inclined, and finally laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms.

"Sleep, baby. You did so well for mommy, I’m so proud of you."

You barely registered the praise before you lost consciousness and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you

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velvet-apricots · 14 hours ago

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I was encouraged to write a drabble of this idea I had here

Summary: Lucanis can tell that Rook has a thing for Emmrich. Emmrich, however, seems to be very unaware of her attraction. That is until Spite speaks up.

It was happening again.

He had been talking to Emmrich again. For as bizarre as Lucanis found the concepts of raising the dead, the man was good to talk to. It was refreshing to have another to help with Spite, to have a calm firm hand that could get the demon to behave or stop pestering with questions that Lucanis could not answer, or could not answer in a satisfactory way.

That, and Spite just seemed to refuse to believe him out of… Well, spite.

“The moment I told him how soap was made, he insisted I take a bite.”

Emmrich tutted, leaning on his staff and directing his eyes to the demon as he hovered behind Lucanis’s shoulder. “Oh that would be most unpleasant, Spite. I assure you. The saponification process completely changes the composition of the animal fat. It tastes terrible.”

“How do you know?” Spite hissed.

Emmrich shrugged. “I have gotten soap in my mouth once or twice while bathing.”

And then, almost like clock work, Rook was suddenly there, slipping into the conversation. “What is saponification?” she asked, playing with her fingers as she gave Emmrich a little sweet smile, one she never gave to any of the rest of them.

Rook liked hearing Emmrich talk. She liked seeing him move his hands. She liked looking at him. Her voice would get higher, and she would jut her hip out as she nervously fiddled with something, be it her fingers or her hair. It was very obvious that she was attracted to the older man, looking for any excuse to speak to him. It was like watching a love sick teenager.

And Emmrich seemed oblivious. Politefully so, but still very oblivious. Either that, or he was keeping up a professional decorum.

And so Lucanis now watched them: Emmrich explaining how saponification was the process of “cleaving esters into carboxylate salts and alcohols by the action of aqueous alkali”. Rook looking at Emmrich so intensely that she might as well be trying to undress him with her eyes. Staring at him from under her lashes with a little stupid grin, clearly not actually even hearing what he was saying.

Meirda, she is practically lusting over the man. How does Emmrich not see that? Lucanis thought, giving a humored smirk.

And then Spite spoke. He spoke and Lucanis wanted nothing more than to be struck down by the Maker himself.

“They should get a room. Together.”

Rook of course heard nothing. But Lucanis watched as Emmrich’s brows went up, watched as he turned to look at Spite, his ears and cheeks ever so slightly going pink as he gave a bewildered, open mouthed stare.

“I beg your pardon?” Emmrich asked.

Lucanis closed his eyes, cringing visibly from embarrassment. “Ignore him-”

“No! Do not ignore me! Take her to the bedroom! It’s what she wants!”

Emmrich took a scolding tone, face now going from pink to red.“Take her to-? Spite that is incredibly inappropriate.”

“What is Spite saying?” Rook asked, leaning back as both Lucanis and Emmrich turned sharply to her to say the same thing.

“Nothing.”

Emmrich ran his hand through his hair, looking very uncomfortable and now no longer able to look at Rook at all. “I think I will go make sure Manfred is not getting into any trouble” He mumbled, turning and quickly walking away. Rook followed him, switching from love sick to concerned leader.

Her concern would only make Emmrich feel even more uncomfortable.

“And I will throw myself into a cup of coffee, and possibly off the side of the courtyard.” Lucanis mumbled, turning in the opposite direction and quickly speed walking away. He would have to apologize-

“Do not apologize! I helped!” Spite protested, “He knows now!”

-Apologize to Emmrich.

#lucanis dellamorte #emmrich x rook #rook #emmrich volkarin #emmrook #drabble #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #pn's fanfiction

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cherryblossms · 3 days ago

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garam knew he had to be really careful about what he said or did next, especially with how angel was reacting to his reaction. he didn't think his withdraw would have been that noticeable, or taken negatively even if it did make garam feel some kind of way. he was just so used to axel not questioning these kinds of things, he didn't seem to care if garam felt hurt or offended by what he said or did. "well, if you're going to beg me... i would like it if you went with me," he begun, only pausing so he could sit up as angel had. instead of crossing his legs, he sat up onto his knees but only lasted in that position for a second or two before his body sunk a bit and his feet moved from underneath him to rest on either sides of his body; his legs, once again, forming the shape of a w. "going shopping together— i worry about you feeling embarrassed if people saw us acting any kind of way in public a-and i worry about you feeling smothered by me... if we're around each other a whole lot. i don't want to annoy you." that was something he had to worry about with axel. if they weren't at a bar or a club, they couldn't show any signs they were in a relationship. at first, garam thought axel just didn't like public displays of affection but then he learned that axel's parents weren't accepting of their relationship so he didn't want to flaunt it in public and have word get back to them. garam tried to be understanding and respectful but it still hurt him having to hide their relationship when they weren't alone or with their circle of friends. garam started to smile which made him immediately look down as if he were trying to hide his expression. "i'm also a bit embarrassed." he admitted, his voice just above a whisper as he lifted his gaze momentarily to add in, "you just had your fingers inside of me, i came in your mouth." his words were spoken slow and precise at first but, the more nervous he became, the faster he spoke to the point where he began to ramble off everything that was on his mind, "it was really nice and i don't want you to come to regret doing that with me. my stomach is all knotted up at the chance that you might change your mind and decide it's too much for you, that i'm too much for you. and i can't stop thinking about what you said, making me come as many times to match the days you can't touch me. seven times is a lot, i can't imagine if it takes longer than that for bruises to go away. they always take forever to go away for me, these have been here for like two weeks," he noted, looking down to the bruises on his lower stomach and hips, "and i've never— nobody's ever tried to make me come that many times before, you'll turn me into an absolute mess once we're finished. a-and that scares me but also excites me so much but i don't want to push you too quickly. and i know i shouldn't even be thinking about this kind of thing because you've only just told me you have feelings for me. but that monster is just sitting there," his hand flung out, gesturing to angel's lap, "out in the open and i can't help wanting more but i don't want you to think i'm some sex fiend or that i'm easy even though i was so quick to jump into bed with you after ending things with axel. but i can't being so curious, i can't help that i've thought about this before ad about y ou... what it would be like if it were you on top of me instead, having your way with me, speaking absolute filth to me." he only stopped because he ran out of breath, both hands colliding with his face to hide himself as he gasped for air. "and i'd really like it if you went out with me and helped me pick out warmer socks." he spoke into his palms, quickly trying to change the subject from where he, himself, had lead it. garam dropped his hands down to his thighs now. "nobody likes when my feet touch them. i know they're really cold, i think it's a low iron thing. i also don't want you walking behind me, i never liked having to do that... i don't want you to think that's what you have to do for me."

Something seemed off. As Garam mumbled a sorry Angel knew he fucked up some how. His grin as he teased the other man faded all the touches seem to stop. He just wanted to know what was going on in Garam’s mind. But then his friend smiled. Which confused Angel. His body language was saying one thing and his body was saying another. His face neutral his as tried to read Garam’s face but then his stomach rumbled and he groaned. Of course his stomach would rumble just then. The next thing he knew Garam had pulled away and was now telling him he wasn’t hungry. Angel’s neutral expression shifting into a confused frown. What the hell was happening? However he was quiet allowing the man to speak. He wanted to allow Garam to explain before getting upset. But as his best friend’s rant seemed to trail off Angel was now sat up fully with crossed legs. So many emotions swirled inside him. He didn’t know what to say first or how to get them out. This gave him the same gut wrenching feeling from the other day. When Garam insisted on going to his apartment alone so he could hang out with Darius. “Please have breakfast with me.” Angel said softly. “I would like to go with you on your errands. I’ll even help you pick out warmer socks. Laying in bed all day was me just wanting to be around you. I don’t even need to walk with you. I can walk two steps behind you. There is no need for you to be alone.“ Angel stared at Garam with soft eyes. Spending that time together felt great in the moment. But now he felt rather used. Now Garam had all these errands he wanted to run? He felt sick to his stomach. Just like that he was running off. “If you go alone I’m going to worry.” Angel was starting to feel desperate. Angel really liked Garam and to him he was really trying to be honest about what he wanted. Now he began to over think everything. Had they moved too fast. Should he had help back, backed away? Why did things seem to always go wrong? “Garam, please?” He pleaded one last time.

#threads #thread: garam #thread: garam & angel #ang3lmoans #i write too much sometimes 😬😬😬

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sanjoongie · 2 days ago

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Bloody Belladonna~ 2

The Choi Brothers

ღPairing: Choi Jongho x Choi San x Reader (f) x Park Seonghwa x Jeong Yunho

ღGenre: smut with very little plot

ღRated: 18+ MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

ღAu: Mafia (boss! Reader, husband!seonghwa, husband!yunho, husband! san, husband! jongho)

ღTrope: s2l, arranged marriage, poly

ღWord Count: 6,731 {mother fucker almost got a third smut scene, i had to cut it because WHEW}

ღWarnings: ⚠️FREE USE⚠️threesome, voyeurism, tied up, denied orgasm, mxm, dom! Yunho, switch! Hwa, cocksleeve! Reader, anal(f&m), double penentration, penetrative sex with no barrier, jongho needs some encouragement to cross the line of best friend and lover with San so there's a bit of coercion here {everything is consentual}, creampie(s), facial, jerking off, biting, marking, LOTS OF VERBAL FOREPLAY, fingering(f), cum eating, oral (m), proper lube, spit as lube

ღSummary: the wedding day with the Chois comes and so begins the learning curve of adding two new husbands to your family. It'll take the joint effort of you, Seonghwa and Yunho to keep the peace and to keep the marriage together.

ღBeta's: @downtoamagicalland

ღSeonghwa & Yunho: The First Husbands | Masterlist

San and Jongho weren't actually brothers but everyone thought they were. Same clan tree, different branch. But they were stuck together like white on rice. And so, in their calculated slight towards your husbands, and thus to you, the both of them suffered the same punishment for their shared crime.

You sighed heavily, standing at the altar once again, with Yunho and Seonghwa in black suits this time, no longer your ‘virginal’ husbands but the first husbands and therefore more powerful in the relationship than the men about to walk down the aisle towards you three.

“Careful, Bell, or someone might think you don’t actually want this,” Yunho said through the side of his mouth.

You took Yunho’s hand. To anyone else, it would appear as if you were searching for some connection, or perhaps reassuring your current husband. Instead, your nails pressed into the webbing of his fingers. To Yunho’s credit, he didn’t even flinch.

“They will pay, Yunho, but you better not try to pull rank on me in front of them the first night,” You warn him.

A tiny but cocky smile pulled at Yunho’s lips. “Yes, Dear.”

Seonghwa leaned over so that he could make eye contact with you. “Smile, please. Jongho’s about to come down the aisle.”

You pursed your lips to send an air kiss and Seonghwa’s face turned pink in pleasure. He smiled genuinely and then shuffled back to his place, one hand wrapped around his opposite wrist, crossed in front of his body.

Choi Jongho, the younger of two Choi’s, walked down the aisle first with the Belladonna of his family. His head was held high, like this was his choice to cement the most powerful family in the city to his. Once Jongho made his way in front of you, his Belladonna handed him over to you. She made eye contact with you, a wary look. You gave her nod and you watched as her shoulders sagged with relief. The damage had been fixed and there would be no war.

Jongho took a step aside, leaving a space between him and you on your left. You kept your head forward. Jongho would be dealt with in conjunction with his distantly related relative, once everyone was home.

The bridal march began again and Choi San turned the corner. Everyone in the church turned around in their pews and then let out a scandalized gasp. The elder Choi stumbled down the aisle, clearly inebriated, in only slacks and a long fur coat.

The Belladonna turned the corner, a few steps behind him. Her eyes were wide in alarm and she quick-stepped after San. She made a grab for his arm to stop him but he shrugged her off. Clearly unsure of what to do next, she took her seat on the side of the church where the Choi Family tree were, at the front pew.

A slow, lazy grin grew on San’s face when he made his way to the front. “Might as well get this over with!” he announced.

He took his place between you and Jongho, amicably throwing his arm around Jongho, who was stiff in the hold. Jongho hissed something to San that missed your ears. San had an aw-shucks look on his face but didn’t fix himself at all.

Once the vows were exchanged, the rings fitted on fingers, the kisses were next. Jongho stared you right in the eye and you couldn't quite read his expression. He seemed in control and stoic, his kiss feather light and unemotional. That was going to have to be fixed. San, on the other hand, kissed you sloppily and you had to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. It seemed like both of your new husbands were going to learn a hard lesson.

“I now pronounce you all wife and husbands!”

The limo ride was quiet and tense. Seonghwa held your hand this time, swiping his thumb against the back of it, hoping to keep you grounded because Yunho was glaring daggers at the Choi’s. Seonghwa would have been glaring too if not for his need to always be the balance between you and Yunho, regardless of the situation.

Once the door on the mansion closed behind you all, however, it was a different story.

You folded your arms under your breasts and took a wide stance in front of your two new husbands. “Follow me to my office. Now.”

Yunho locked eyes with you, so you told him, “You’ll come when I call for you.”

San snickered with his hand in front of his mouth and your eyes were back on him. “I have a perfect curved knife to castrate you. I can still fuck you with a cock, you don’t need your balls, I have three other husbands to breed with.”

San’s eyes narrowed in anger at you. He stepped up, to be directly in front of you. He used his height advantage to tower over you, his breath hitting your face. “You think you’ll make me one of your docile husbands?”

You smirked. “I don’t think, I know.”

“She’s not worth it,” Jongho finally speaks up. “Stand down, San.”

“Not worth it?” Yunho released his silence as well. “How dare you? She is not only your wife but your boss. She is the Belladonna and you will respect her.”

Jongho scoffed. “But I sure as hell won’t respect you.”

You could cut the silence with a knife. In fact, the sound of your personal knife that was held up the slit of your dress snug against your thigh, was exactly what cut through the silence. “I can’t kill you but I sure as hell can do anything but. If you two aren’t in my office right now, you’ll be tied up for the pleasure of my knife. That’s a hell of a way to begin our wedding night, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa left the hallway, showing that one of your husbands was able to follow a command. Yunho, after a long look exchanged with you again, left you to take care of your business, following his husband into your shared bedroom.

You spun on your heel and made your way to your office, fully expecting the Choi’s to follow suit. San made a frustrated noise behind you but you were satisfied when you heard two sets of feet clack against the old wooden floor boards behind you.

You sat on the edge of your desk and ordered Jongho to close the door behind him. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder. Jongho looked as if you were dirt under his fingernails and San looked like he was ready for a fight. If only they knew how hard they were going to fall.

You grabbed your wedding dress and slowly dragged it up your legs. Once it was hitched high enough, you sat further back on your desk and put your heels up on the edge. Your pussy was completely bare.

“This is how you swear fealty to me. I bear the womb therefore I bear the power. Kiss my cunt and then you acknowledge that your family belongs to me now.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” San cursed under his breath.

Still, he pushed forward first. He knelt in front of your desk, eyes flashing upwards to your face quickly, before he pursed his lips and lightly kissed your clit. “I do so swear fealty to the Belladonna.”

San stepped away and Jongho took his place. Jongho, however, did not simply do the mandatory kiss, oh no. Jongho swirled his tongue around your clit, a slow circle with his eyes downcast, and then one solid swipe up. He sucked on your clit to finish the kiss. “I do so swear fealty to the Belladonna,” He said, his voice slightly rough.

“At least one of you knows how to eat pussy properly,” You announced.

You closed your legs and jumped off your desk.

San frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t think--”

You pressed two fingers to his forehead. “That’s the problem with you, San. You don’t think. Which makes you trainable, at least.”

You opened your door and stuck your head out. “Seonghwa. Yunho. You may enter now.”

You sashayed your way behind your desk this time, taking your seat in the chair. You folded your hands on top and waited until your first set of husbands came into your office. “I believe you two owe an apology to my husbands.”

Jongho stared right at you. You were starting to get irked that he had the balls to always meet your gaze. Bigger men than him knew better. “We’re your husbands too.”

You ignored him. “Seonghwa and Yunho are not just my husbands. They are my right and left hand, respectively. If something comes from their mouth, it’s as good as my own word. If I send them to do a job, it is like going myself. In fact, they are my husbands, MY FIRST HUSBANDS, and I am sending something more precious than even myself. Do you understand what you have done? You have acted as though I am not worthy of meeting at a drug meet. That you refuse to come through with a pre-negotiated deal. By all rights, I should have you hanging by your fucking toes, plucking your eyeballs from your sockets and pickling them for dinner.”

San’s Adam’s Apple bobbed finally with some nervousness. Jongho was still the tough nut to crack. “Then why are we here?”

“Because the head of your family begged me. She casted herself at my feet and wept for forgiveness. She said she would give me your hands in marriage to fix the gap between our families. And I took up the offer because my husbands decided that physical torture was not good enough for you two.”

Jongho’s facade was beginning to crumble as well. “What would you will of us?”

“From this moment forward, you are at the bottom of the food chain of this family. I am the head. Yunho comes after me. Then Seonghwa. We will decide your positions depending on your behavior, however, as it stands, the two of you are the bottoms.”

San pouted petulantly. “I’ve never been a bottom in my entire life.”

Yunho smacked San from the back of the head. “Did you just talk back to your Belladonna?”

San kept his head tilted down submissively. “No.” But the tone was still there.

“To pay for your insults, you will spend our wedding night tied up and watching. you will not get to participate. You will not be able to relieve yourself. you will have to just observe. Perhaps, if you watch closely enough, you will learn what happens when you act like a true husband of the Belladonna.”

“We won’t have a wedding night?” Jongho finally looked like he was incredulous at this statement.

“Are you ready to cement our vows? All of our vows? Remember, you’re married to Yunho, Seonghwa and I. And to each other.”

San casted a look of calculation towards Jongho. “I didn’t think of that.”

“What did I tell you about thinking, San?” You scoffed.

“Ludicrous,” Jongho said under his breath.

“Come on, boys. We’ve a show to put on, it seems.”

You run your hand down Yunho’s tie, letting it slip through your fingers and then you continue out of your office and to your bedroom.

“You're lucky she’s even going to let you watch,” Seonghwa sneered before following you.

Yunho gave both the Choi’s a rough push. “Go on. Follow her.”

You found the ties that you used for play sometimes in the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the longer ones. You had a feeling you’d have to double up for the Choi brother’s first time.

Yunho and Seonghwa, respectively, kicked out San and Jongho’s knees so that they had no choice but to kneel before the bed. You tied their wrists behind their backs, securing them like it was just another day in the world of a Belladonna.

“I hope your cocks ache against your pants as you watch us,” You tantalized, leaning down between the two and whispering delightfully.

“I doubt it’s that good of a time,” San said petulantly.

Jongho remained silent, appearing as if he was attempting to not miss a thing. You’d make sure that he was fed then.

“Strip,” You commanded next.

Your eyes greedily ate up the meal as Seonghwa loosened his tie and Yunho went for his own pants immediately. The amount of times they had fucked you in their buttondowns and slacks was nearly not enough as much as you’ve had them completely naked and in your bed. Neither of them needed the command to go to your bed, however.

You pulled at your sleeves and shrugged out of your dress, letting it slither to the floor and off your body. Stepping neatly out of it, you sat down to take off your heels. Then it was time to remove your bra and underwear.

“Shit,” San cursed. He rubbed his lips together.

Once you were fully naked, you crawled into bed with your husbands.

“How do you want to do this?” Seonghwa posed the question first.

Yunho’s eyes were almost unreadable. “The last command I got was that I was not to pull rank in front of those two.”

You sighed, contemplative. “I did this for you two. They should suffer while you two flourish.”

Seonghwa’s eyes bounced between you and Yunho, always waiting for his dominants to decide before he gave his opinion. “We were the ones to suggest it.”

Yunho pursed his lips to the side. “They are your husbands right now.” What he let hang in the air unspoken is

You smiled. Imagine that, the golden child of the Jeong family, taking into consideration that you always felt second fiddle to him. Someone was trying to maintain a healthy relationship with his wife. You wiggled in between your two husbands, but turned towards Yunho, slinging a bare leg over his.

“They are mine but I am yours,” You whispered, your hands digging into Yunho’s hair and your foreheads pressed together.

“I don't want you appearing weak before them,” Yunho whispered back.

“It is you who cannot afford it,” You pushed back.

“They view us as lesser because we were married off, like them,” Seonghwa said, his emotional intelligence shining through once again.

“Show them that being my husband gives you power.” You stole a kiss from Yunho, a quick nip at his plush lips.

“Cocksleeves don't speak,” Yunho mumbled against your lips, using the phrase to begin free use.

“Let me have her cunt tonight,” Seonghwa begged. His fingers dug into your arms as he physically turned you towards him.

“Bambi, this was your idea in the first place. It came to fruition. You get her pretty pussy,” Yunho said.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Seonghwa echoed. His fingers found your wet slit and ran between them. “What a good toy, so wet and willing and ready.”

“What the fuck is going on?” San loudly whispered.

“Shut up and watch, San,” Jongho hissed.

Yunho slipped a hand over your hip and ran his fingers over your ribs until he rested just below your breast. “Hurry up and make her come so I can use her wetness to lube up her ass.”

Seonghwa sent a bland look at Yunho. “Stop telling me what to do.”

You could hear Yunho’s smirk in his voice. “Then get to work, Bambi.”

Seonghwa pushed his middle finger into you, grinding the heel of his hand against your mound. “Wait your turn for the cocksleeve, Husband,” Seonghwa said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered as Seonghwa’s finger worked inside of you and it wasn’t long before he was slipping another slender finger into you. Your head moved back so it was fully supported by Yunho’s shoulder. You propped up your right leg so that Seonghwa had better access and you scooched your lower half forward, wanting more. Seonghwa gave it to you. He pulled his fingers from your cunt and played the pad of his wet fingers around your sensitive asshole.

Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll make the toy come. I always have to do all the work.”

Yunho sucked two of his fingers and circled your clit. He was rough and direct and your hips jerked as flashes of pleasure and pain shot through you. You whined as you both got what you wanted but felt empty as well.

“I’m stretching her out for you,” Seonghwa hissed. “How are you doing all the work?”

You cried out as you came quickly. Your thighs shook as Yunho pressed his fingers against your clit until you attempted to rescind from his touch. It pushed you further onto Seonghwa’s fingers that were now knuckle deep, slowly stretching your ass.

Yunho, quick as a flash, grabbed Seonghwa’s rock-hard cock and rubbed the cockhead against your even more wet cunt. “You focus on your sweet prize and I’ll take care of the cocksleeve’s ass. How about that, Bambi?”

Seonghwa’s hips bucked forward, Yunho’s grip and your wetness being more than enough to get him ready for what was next. “You gonna put me inside of her too?” Seonghwa partly whined, partly growled.

Yunho dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, then soothed it with his tongue. “You want me to?”

Seonghwa laughed and groaned in frustration. “Just shut up and fuck her ass.”

Seonghwa sheathed himself into your wet heat with a groan. “Fuck yes. Right where I belong.”

Yunho, in contrast, took his time fucking into your ass, letting you adjust with each slip of his cock inside of you. The entire time your cunt simply convulsed around Seonghwa, making him cry out. Seonghwa’s fingers dug into your thigh where he held your leg up and his teeth were digging into his lower lip.

“Are you going to come before I can even get inside of her?” Yunho demanded incredulously.

“She is so fucking tight around me,” Seonghwa cried out.

You were almost delirious with the two of them inside of you. The fact that neither addressed you, that they continued to talk over you like they were simply sharing a toy, made you clench down on both of them.

“Fuck, what a good cocksleeve,” Yunho moaned.

“Are they sharing her and or she sharing them?” San spoke up. His voice sounded low and turned on. What part did he enjoy?

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I swear to god,” Jongho moaned quietly.

You wished you had the energy to see if the Choi brothers were hard pressed against their pants, sweating at the show, but you didn’t. Nor did you think either of the husbands inside of you currently would have been impressed if you were focusing on anyone other than themselves.

Once both Yunho and Seonghwa were sealed inside of you, you didn’t have any more thoughts to spare regardless. When Seonghwa pushed into you, Yunho pulled out. Seonghwa slipped out and he was a bit mindless that he simply let his drenched cock rub along your legs and Yunho’s before Yunho directed Seonghwa’s cock back into your entrance.

Yunho came first, regardless of his teasing towards Seonghwa. Your ass tended to be his weakness. He came with a deep grunt, sounding satisfied to the fullest. You came next, the feeling of Yunho’s cum dripping out of your ass and Seonghwa’s cockhead rubbing against your g-spot spurning it forward. As you clenched around Seonghwa, he came with a scrunched-up nose.

The room was only filled with panting; the three of you coming down from your highs and the Choi brothers unable to obtain their own. It was music to your ears.

“I’ll clean her up,” Yunho offered, practically a ritual by now. “You cut them loose.”

Every male gaze in the room watched as Yunho carefully wiped the cum from your gaping ass and cunt. You whimpered as the warm cloth circled around your clit.

“So dirty,” Yunho murmured under his breath. “Did you like being a good little cocksleeve for your husbands?”

Seonghwa pulled the knife from your thigh before moving behind San and Jongho. His focus was off, because Jongho winced as the blade gave him a shallow cut.

“I’ll assume you two know better than to touch yourselves once you’re dismissed,” Seonghwa said with a haughty tone.

San rubbed his wrists, sending a sour look to Seonghwa. “How the hell are you going to know?”

You shrugged on the robe that Yunho had grabbed and neatly tied a knot. You got off the bed and padded to stand directly in front of San and Jongho.

You ran a finger under Jongho’s chin but spoke to San. “If you're good boys you'll get rewarded.”

San couldn't help but drop his jaw in surprise. “You're giving us blowjobs tomorrow?”

“Should I tell him, or should you?” You raised an eyebrow at Jongho.

Jongho swallowed loudly. You liked when the big boy was nervous. “We'll be good.”

“Good.” You jerked your head towards the door. “Rooms have been made for you. You may retire.”

San stood, looking at Yunho still in bed, to you and to Seonghwa who now held open the door. He finally had a big brain moment. “But you three will fall asleep together?”

You folded your arms beneath your breasts, your lips twisting into a slight smirk. “Perks of being a good husband.”

Seonghwa closed the door once the Choi brothers were gone and slipped back into bed. “Do you think they'll ever…?”

“Yes,” You said simply.

“Yes?!” Yunho asked.

“I can see it in both their eyes. It was in yours too. Before I found you two in my study.”

Seonghwa ducked his head, snuggling into Yunho’s shoulder. “Oh,” Yunho replied. “Well.”

You laughed, making them both smile in response. “Yes. So I think the future is looking very bright for us, my husbands.”

The house was a little bit quiet despite there being more additions. The acclimation of the new drug trade took much of your time and focus. You had brief updates from Yunho and Seonghwa, dealing with your main branches of the family. Meanwhile, you walked through the underground factories that made the Choi drugs. You met with dealers. You made sure you understood every little bit of your newly inherited empire.

Ever since that first night with your second husbands watching while your first husbands fucked you, the shift in the air was palpable. San and Jongho had been introduced to what this family looked like--and how it functioned--and were hungry for more.

San and Jongho stuck together like glue. To an outsider looking in, it would appear as if they were two lambs up for the slaughter, finding solace in the familiar. But you knew better. Especially considering the long looks you found Jongho sending towards San.

You kept the Choi brothers close to your side. You would spend hours in your study grilling them, making sure you understand every agreement you inherited and every line where the brothers did not make deals. It was a lot but you were a very capable woman with a growing empire.

Of course, with more stress, came more free use. With each night, San and Jongho were brought to witness exactly what they could get if they took the next step. Seonghwa and Yunho took their fill of you and helped you release your power to them.

However, even though you were simply a cocksleeve between Yunho and Seonghwa, your eyes were sharp to recognize that San was looking close to breaking down. Especially when Yunho degraded Seonghwa, or fucked him. You weren’t sure if San was looking more forward to finally being with Jongho, or Yunho, or yourself.

So that’s when you decided it was time to make the leap. Everything in your life was always dealt with deals and negotiation, so it was time to mediate one within your small harem of a family.

Everyone was gathered in the living room. San and Jongho sat on the couch together, San with his arms spread along the back of the couch, legs spread, and Jongho with his elbows balanced on his knees, head in hands, in fierce concentration. You sat on a high back chair, with Seonghwa and Yunho flanking you.

“Are you finally prepared for negotiations?”

San looked around cluelessly. “For what?”

Jongho rolled his eyes and sighed. “For snacks.” He smacked San from behind the head. “For bed, of course.”

San’s eyes grew hooded and he licked his lips, teeth flashing obnoxiously. “Finally.”

“Our bed,” Yunho reminded everyone in the room.

“We are all married to each other.” Seonghwa made sure the bottom line was firm.

San’s eyes slid to Jongho before meeting Yunho’s gaze. “What exactly did you two do?”

Yunho’s ears became red and Seonghwa snickered. “Ours was a learning experience. But there is a privilege in sharing.”

“If this marriage is going to be a thing of truth, then you have to prove that you are willing to bed everyone. You two begin with each other,” You revealed.

Jongho’s eyes grew wide. “Us?”

You nodded. “If I just let you fuck me, that allows you to impregnate me which--”

“Isn’t happening,” Seonghwa growled.

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s arm and the tension eased from his body. Your husband took his breeding kink a little too seriously.

You started to correct Seonghwa’s statement. “It gives you liberties and power that perhaps you haven’t earned yet. So, as proof that you are prepared to take on all responsibilities, if you are intimate with each other, then I’ll see that you’re dedicated.”

“Not to mention, we all see it,” Yunho said under his breath.

“See what?” San inquired.

Jongho shot upwards, standing quickly. “You would force our hand?”

You knew he was going to be the worst one to break, so to speak. You stood up and stood before the younger Choi. “Jongho. Force what, exactly?” you said low.

Jongho spoke back in a hissed whisper. “He is my best friend.”

“I know,” You acknowledged. “Yunho was my rival and Seonghwa I considered inferior. Do you see what we are now?”

“A force to be reckoned with,” Jongho finished for you. “Truly, you were as you say?”

“And now stronger because of how connected we are,” You nodded. “Yunho and Seonghwa bicker, but that’s their love language. Truly, they’ve connected for the better.” You leaned forward to whisper into Jongho’s ear. “I know you want that with Sannie too.”

Jongho stepped back and almost would have fallen back onto the couch if not for San’s firm hand pushing him back. San stood up, but his motion was more of affirmation. “I’ll do it.”

Jongho looked like he was a wild animal trapped. “You can’t be serious, San?!”

San pressed his lips together. “I’m curious. It looks like it feels good. I do like to feel good.”

“We’ll help,” Yunho moved towards San.

San swallowed loudly. “How will you help?”

Yunho shrugged, like what he was about to say was of no consequence to him. “Let you bounce on my dick. Show Jongho exactly what he wants.”

Jongho gasped and then slapped his hand over his mouth. Seonghwa cackled. “Oh, he wants it alright.”

Yunho took your spot on the high back seat and began to unbutton his pants and push them, and his underwear, down to his ankles. “Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip, eyeing you up and down. “Do you have him?”

You pushed your lips up against Seonghwa’s to reassure him. “Go give our husband a blowjob, huh?”

It took no further encouragement to get Seonghwa on his knees, swallowing Yunho into his mouth. It wasn’t long before Seonghwa couldn't play with soft Yunho in his mouth and he began to struggle with the length down his throat. You could see the spit that was dribbling down Yunho’s cock as Seonghwa choked and coughed with the effort.

San took no time to strip himself of all his clothing. He fisted himself at the view of Seonghwa choking on Yunho’s cock. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in that man and you were starting to truly appreciate that about him.

“Enough,” Yunho said gruffly. He grabbed Seonghwa by his hair and pulled him off his cock. “Would you suck me dry before I can fuck the slut, Bambi?”

You began to touch Jongho through his pants. He let out a muffled groan as the palm of your hand came in contact with him. “Someone’s awfully hard,” You murmured.

Jongho looked away from the rest of your husbands. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a blow job.”

You sighed dejectedly. “He’s not ready, boys. Keep going.”

Seonghwa was quick to retrieve the lube that was in one of the side tables drawers, kept for quick access. The drawer had been custom built so that the lube was kept warm, just for the right occasion. Seonghwa grabbed the back of San’s neck and pushed him until he was at a ninety degree angle. With his hand firm, Seonghwa bent over so that his head was at the same height as San’s.

“This is your last chance, slut. I’m about to prep you for Yunho’s cock. If you don’t want this, now is the time to decline.”

San whimpered and you and Jongho both shuddered at the delicious noise. “I want it,” the older Choi admitted.

Seonghwa squirted the warmed lube onto San’s asshole. He rubbed the pads of his fingers along San’s puckered hole and then pushed in his fingers to stretch San for Yunho’s rather large cock.

You followed Seonghwa’s lead and unbuttoned Jongho’s pants and pushed his down to his thick thighs. Then you pulled his straining cock from the confines of Jongho’s underwear. “Look at how hard you are, Jongho. And wet.” You rubbed your thumb along the slit of Jongho’s cock and he grunted.

You swirled his precum along the head of his cock and then spit onto it. You spread your spit by fisting his cock. You angled yourself behind Jongho, wrapping one hand around his stomach and peeking around his body, keeping your other husbands in view. “Once they’re all set up, all you have to do is come on San’s face and then the keys to the kingdom can be yours, Jongho. It’s just that easy.”

Speaking of the devil, San was making desperate noises as Seonghwa fucked him with his fingers. “Such an eager slut. Did you give all your stubborn brain cells to the other?” Seonghwa murmured under his breath.

“If you make him come with those pretty fingers of yours, Bambi, I swear to God,” Yunho grumbled.

Yunho began to strip completely and lie on the floor. The three of you had already spoken of what would be the most appealing for Jongho and San, and for the rest of you, if you were being completely honest. “I’m ready for him.”

Seonghwa pulled his fingers from inside of San and released him. He gave him a slight push towards Yunho and then moved back towards you and Jongho. “Now, for the other one.”

Jongho was enjoying you jerking him off, so you slowed down your pace. He swallowed loudly. “Puh--please.”

“Nuh uh,” You denied him. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on Sannie’s face, come now, Jongho. We’ve been clear. Just watch how well he takes Yunho’s cock.”

“How--?” San sent a confused look towards you and Seonghwa. Poor dumb puppy.

“Turn around!” Yunho shouted. “Do I have to do everything myself? Spread your ass cheeks and crouch over my dick. I’ll do the rest.”

San did as he was told, eagerly of course. The three of you could see his face, in anticipation to get filled once again. He bit down on his lip as Yunho guided San down his cock, rubbing his hips as he took it one inch at a time. And then the bouncing began.

You nudged Jongho forward so that you two could stand in front of San, also in between Yunho’s spread legs. You started to speed up your pace along his length.

"Don't you wanna come on his tongue, Jongho?" You purred into Jongho’s shoulder.

You peered over to look down at San whose mouth was open wide obediently. San's mouth was partially open so wide because he was bouncing on Yunho’s dick but the fucked-out look only added to the allure of the scene.

"Co-come, Jongho!" San whined, "Yu--" Yunho interrupted San by sticking two fingers in his mouth.

"Yuyu won't let San come until you've shot your load into Sannie's mouth, Jongho," You finished San's interrupted sentence.

"But!" Jongho squirmed in your embrace. "It would be dirty."

Seonghwa folded his arms over his chest. "Just give it up, lover. He's not going to do it. Let me just fuck you as he lies under you. He can watch those tits sway and his cock can remain hard."

"I believe in him, Seonghwa," You shook your head.

You sucked a love bite into Jongho's skin and he cried out at the sensitivity there.

"Puh-puhlease, wait a minute, that's my best friend!" Jongho protested.

"Whom," You pressed, "You would like to shoot all your cum over his face and on his tongue and when you think you're done, we can tap tap tap your dick on his tongue to make sure there's no more."

San whined as his orgasm approached, voice crescendoing higher and higher, only to let out a loud noise of defeat as Yunho's hips held up against him, deep in San, but no longer letting San move. He had once again been denied his orgasm.

“The only way you get her cunt is by exploding over your best friend,” Seonghwa stated with a lift of his eyebrow. “Don’t you want to fuck our wife?”

Jongho’s eyes get a look of fire in them. “I want the free use privileges.”

Yunho chuckled. “He wants the free use privileges.”

You ran your hand up and down Jongho’s length. “Where do you want me, Jongho? What’s your dirty thoughts been?”

Jongho swallowed loudly. “In the shower. When you get ready for the day. I want you covered in my cum.”

Seonghwa looked contemplative. “Have we done that yet?”

You sent a glare to Seonghwa to tell him to shut up silently. You flicked your wrist over the angry head of Jongho’s cock. “You can have that. You just need to come over San’s pretty tongue.”

Speaking of the devil, Yunho released San, and the fucker was bouncing eagerly on Yunho’s dick again. His noises of pleasure were punctuated with the slapping of skin against skin. “Wanna come, Jong, please,” San whimpered once more.

Jongho’s cock twitched and you smiled into Jongho’s shoulder. You leaned up to press your mouth to the shell of Jongho’s ear. “I know you want to, Jongho. Otherwise why would you be so hard while watching our husband fuck Sannie?” you purred.

Jongho whined and you decided you were going to do everything in your power to continue to hear the rather stoic Jongho whine more. “It’s not dirty, Jongho. It’s fun. Yunho and Seonghwa have all kinds of fun. Don’t you want to have fun with San?”

“I want it,” Jongho whispered back to you.

“Come all over Sannie, sweet boy. I want to see it.”

With your final command, Jongho ejaculated, and hard. He cried out, finally getting the release after all the edging. His cum covered San’s face, who flinched cutely, but kept his tongue out. Spurts of cum hit San’s shoulders and chest. He truly was the epitome of a pearl necklace. You continued to jerk off Jongho until he whimpered, feeling the overstimulation.

You lifted your hand off Jongho’s length and raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa. “Told you I could get him to do it.” And then you made a show of sucking and licking Jongho’s cum from your fingers.

“Come on, you slut,” Yunho grunted under San. “You’ve been bouncing on my dick for long enough. Come.”

San’s high-pitched moans escalated and finally, he jubilantly came. The sweet smile that spread across his face as he spurted over his own toned stomach was worth the hard sacrifice of the work put in.

Yunho gently pulled out from San and let the younger man lay back in all his blissed-out glory on the floor. He patted his shoulder, muttering about how he was a good sport and then stood up.

Neither of your first husbands had come and you were starting to feel a little nervous. The three of you had worked well together as doms to the two subs in the room but the three of you couldn't remain doms for long. Someone had to take the fall.

Yunho grabbed a bottle of water and tipped his head back, drinking deeply from it. Seonghwa licked his lips, whether because he was thirsty for the water or Yunho, that was to be debated.

You grabbed a warm wet cloth for Jongho and threw it at him. “Clean yourself up and help Sannie, Jongho. You did dirty him up after all.”

Jongho pouted, pouted, but did what he was told. Sannie was still smiling as Jongho ran the warm cloth over San’s face loyally. They exchanged words and Jongho finally smiled warmly at something San murmured.

Hopefully this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“That’s no fun,” Seonghwa said through a pout of his own. “I wanted to fuck you while he watched below you.”

You laughed softly. “There will be other nights, I'm sure, Hwa.”

“What about tonight?” He wondered.

“I…” Your eyes slid to Yunho. You could tell Seonghwa was still in his dominant mood and he wasn’t about to melt for Yunho. What could be done?

Yunho used a towel to wipe down the sweat from his body but his cock was still hard and at attention. Seonghwa was still covered in clothing, much like yourself. Could that mean…?

You strode purposely towards Yunho. He kept his eye on you but leaned down so you could speak to him. “Want a treat?”

“Didn’t I just have one?” Yunho laughed.

“Let Seonghwa dominate you tonight. Show the other two that even the biggest dog in this room can get taken down a peg. Show them what it looks like from the outside to be taken care of. Show them you don’t need to dominate to be respected. Give Seonghwa some confidence tonight, don’t take it away from him,” You suggested.

Yunho looked blown away at your suggestion. He chewed on his lower lip, however, and you knew he was considering it. “Give Seonghwa some confidence? Where does that leave you, sweetheart?”

You turned on the ball of your foot and made your way to Seonghwa. You liked how his eyes followed the sway of your hips. “Seonghwa, I hurt,” You whimper.

Seonghwa’s eyes sharpen at your words. “I can make you better.”

“Didn’t you see the way Sannie bounced so well for Yunho? I’m drenched now,” You admitted.

“Show me,” He said gutterly.

You discarded your high-waisted pants and finished walking in front of Seonghwa. You grabbed his hand and placed it against your underwear. His eyes widened to find you were completely soaked through them.

You cried out when he swiftly circumvented your underwear and rubbed his fingers through your wetness. “Hw-hwa,” You stuttered, “What about Yunho?”

Seonghwa’s eyes focused on Yunho behind you. “What about Yunho?”

Yunho groaned in response.

“Get your hand off your dick, Yunho,” Seonghwa snapped.

“But--!”

“Do as you’re told,” Seonghwa commanded.

You could hear Yunho’s cock slap against his stomach as he let go and you let out a whimper. “Hwa, Yunnie hurts too.”

You watched as the gears turned in Seonghwa’s head. How could he keep in control but satisfy his husband and wife at the same time?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. “The floor is yours, Seonghwa, and we are your toys. Do with us as you would.”

Seonghwa’s possessive and dominant growl only made you wetter.

You only hoped Jongho and San were watching and taking notes.

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