#woo baby this is a long one
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Slapping this list of... things.. that I've had for Stratos and Betrayus here on The Tumblr⢠(Nothing is in order and uhhh some of this is not new and subject to change)
Stratos:
has bouts of insomnia (projecting? yes.)
has night terrors (they died down somewhat years after the loss of Betrayus)
partook in boxing to help pay for Betrayus's top surgery (Stratos was like, 18 - mid 20s, and Betrayus is a trans man lets freakingg goooo)
gets really into baking and gets really good at it
used to be a part of a jock clique in highschool
feels extreme guilt over the loss of his younger brother
does not like traveling or exploring (ironic, right?)
is only the president to protect his brother (Pacopolis was desperate during one of the last ghost wars and lost their former president, it probably wouldn't work like this but whatever)
doesn't like living in the roundhouse so he willingly drives 2 - 3 hours back to his actual house (Jesus Christ Stratos)
met Sir C during one of his final boxing matches (so Stratos was like, 24⌠25 maybe??)
admires Betrayus for the hard work he does (not even close to canon but w/e this is my house now)
totally thinks for like, a good long while that Betrayus hates his guts
Betrayus (previously alive):
was forced to do many school activities, most of which he did not want to do
excelled throughout middle school and highschool
loves food (has eyes bigger than his stomach #same)
has been all over Pac world (he was in the military after all)
met Zac and Sunny while he was stationed (somewhere)
took part in the last war between ghosts and Pac Worlders (?)
the more he tagged along with Zac and Sunny the more he learned about the Nether Realm (whenever they ventured in there of course)
likes to write (wrote Mei letters while he was out doing military thingzâ˘ď¸ :))
has/had journals that were written during has years as a commander
grew more cold towards people growing up (probably due to the loss of his father)
grew less cold after slowly allowing himself to be more vulnerable (you can thank Mei for that)
used to have long hair that Rotunda would put into her signature-traitor-family-hairstyleŠď¸
got called 'sir' at some point when he was little and had short hair (he realized he wanted to be a boy)
resents Stratos because he was often given everything while he had to work for what he wanted
grew distant from his brother and his mother (but never hated them)
is a really good liar (the only two who can tell when he is lying is Mei and Stratos)
gains a somewhat stone-cold expression just like his mother
Betrayus (ghost):
was banished to the Nether Realm because he was the suspected reason as to why so many people went missing
even ghosts that guard the entrance to the Nether Realm don't allow Betrayus to leave (there's a treaty-thing going on between both worlds)
wears gloves to not burn things (also has several gloves for several occasions)
he was given the role of being the new Lord of Fire
all of the Ghost Lords were iffy about Betrayus taking up Igneous's mantel (except for Kai and Una)
made himself look the way that he is now (originally he looked more like a normal ghost, but changed after becoming the new Lord)
ends up becoming super grouchy and cruel, by this time Pac is about to attend Maze High
eventually becomes friends with the ghost gang (the ghost gang also have a "hey wait- you're the reason we're down here!" moment)
has some heart-to-heart conversations with Butler from time to time
becomes absolutely livid when he hears that Stratos is now the President
has not seen Elli since she was a newborn
(this one is a brand new thought) he 'plays his part' when he notices how Pacopolis sees him I.E. he's like "you see me as the bad guy? Fine. I'll be the bad guy."
probably ended up a fire ghost because of his passion to fight for what he thinks is right (he's loud and unapologetic for it)
Uhhh I think that is all... for now...
#pmatga#betrayus spheros#stratos spheros#pmatga rewrite#woo baby this is a long one#as i'm jotting new things down i'm like#'if he didn't have a burning passion for the things he enjoys he probably would have been an ice ghost'#Ive been thinking about the unpopular opinion post a lot and I'm like 'wow! I like my Betrayus more than the canon one!'#he's just a guy who got wrapped up in stuff he shouldn't have :(#copy-pasted the first two halves from discord baybeee
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okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??
edit: i started writing it
#steve x eddie#steddie#stranger things#someone tell me this has already been written because i need it. please.#bonus points if steve shows up to the first practice session empty-handed#and eddie nearly calls the whole thing off when he has the Audacity to grab at eddie's sweetheart as if eddie'd ever let him play her#and he doesn't even teach steve anything that day because rule number one get your own fucking guitar and keep your mitts off mine#but by the end when eddie is deep deep deep in love and it's time to send steve off to woo this lucky girl of his#he offers to let steve take his sweetheart because she's guaranteed to make him look ten times hotter and cooler#and he'll have no trouble sweeping his girl off her feet and maybe eddie's breaking his own heart but it's fineâas long as steve's happy#except steve doesn't seem nearly as happy as eddie thought he would be#he seems sad actually and eddie kind of hates that so he starts to make some lame joke about how steve should be honored#because eddie wouldn't lend his baby out to just anyone and that gets steve to crack half a smile#but then he puts the guitar down on eddie's bed (with all due gentle reverence) walks over takes eddie's face in his hands and kisses him#kisses him like he's been dying to do it for weeks. because he has#because somewhere along the line it stopped being about wanting to impress a girl and started being about wanting to be with eddie#it started being screwing up on purpose so that eddie would grab his hands and show him how it's supposed to be done#and forgetting about lessons entirely and just sitting around and listening to eddie talk or just watching him play#because somewhere along the line steve fell out of infatuation and into love with the last person he ever expected....#anyway idk where i'm going with this
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there's this really funny thing cishet women used to do to me when i was a bi man where, upon learning I'm bi, suddenly pull out their phone to start looking up all their favorite men to see how i feel about them.
and like. I'm bi. i have all the choices in the world and there's all these beautiful queers with cool genders and ways of expressing themselves, and even some cishet ppl who are really just having fun with themselves - and you choose to show me the most boring chiselled men in suits??
by the time we hit somewhere from the 6th to 10th man feelings get HURT before I'm finally asked âwell who do YOU think is cute!!?â and I blow their mind with my choices every time because i have good taste.
I'm sorry.. I don't know how to tell you you're picking from the bottom of the barrel here.. have you seen queer people?? the average woman??
#they lose their minds (good) over how beautiful queer men can be but.. won't date one#obv I'm being v general in my wording but I'm just thinking about like 2 or 3 specific people I've talked with irl#the last time was this girl trying to find a distraction on her dating app and she'd keep showing me dudes and I'd keep going#(â ´â -â ďšâ -â `â ďźâ ) ... as long as u like him ..#i ghosted her over it actually đ§ââď¸ she needed help getting the ball rolling so i helped her out a bit#and the dude she was talking with is so... he's an ex boot boy.. makes being street his whole personality but he's not black#and then she's over here wooed by him like a baby looking at some jangley keys.. girl.. we r not the same kind of person..#we're not even Close đš lotta red flags w that one though i was kinda scared to let her get any closer to me but that's a whole other rant
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get OUT of there girl!! go on GET
character: caitlin (she/her)
time taken: 4 hours
rbs appreciated :)
#WOO WEâRE BACK BABY FIRST FINISHED PIECE IN. SO SO LONG#look at her! look at her NOW look at her IMMEDIATELY#my girlie :)#digital art#art#artists on tumblr#crowâs characters#caitlin evelyn#eyestrain#eyestrain cw#eyestrain tw#(tagging just in case. ik the first one is kind of a lot)#e is drawing
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no offence but my fic is about to end lives . Save lives. Whatever
#bz bz#Iâm like putting the finishing touches on it and being like woo mama! thatâs some good stuff!!!!#also I fully feel that writing this has been such good practice for stretching my writing muscles again after so long#& I REALLYYYY wanna start writing my novel again soon!!!!!!!#OBSIDIAN SUN WILL RETURN!!!!! I DO DECLARE#if u havenât followed me for long my main goal in life for most of my life was to be a published author#Obsidian Sun is my BABY itâs my lifeblood#itâs my huge sprawling conceptual world with a large cast of characters & it has been VERY hard to wrangle#but I think I can do it nowâŚ...#Godflesh is fun but itâs a simple story. Starblood is fun but itâs a goofy story. Obsidian Sun is the one where I MEAN IT#that was a complete tangent of a tag rant but . hey#I feel that part of the appeal of following me should be my tag rants xoxoxoxo I
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ŕłâOCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES ââ satoru gojo + breeding !
ŕ¨ŕ§ â caution, you are now watching. satoru gojo + breeding. thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown⌠(5.2K)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, royalty!au, enemies to lovers (?), forbidden romance, infidelity and cheating, spit kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breast play, agoraphilia, baby trapping, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected sex, princess + fem!reader, lord!satoru gojo.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â directorâs note. woo happy spooky season my loves. welcome back to another tteokdoroki kinktober! im excited for you to see whats in store this year, hope you enjoy this fic to start off mwah! - m.list â kinktober m.list â taglist â§
you have thirty days to get married.
being from a small town, somewhere thatâs not even on the map â you never expected your family name to carry much meaning aside from the one you carved out for yourself. let alone expect your name to come from royalty.
if you thought discovering how to be a teenager at sixteen was hard, then try discovering how to be a princess at sixteen on for size. everything youâve ever done since finding out you were royalty has been for your family. youâve kept your head down, out of the spotlight aside for the occasional appearance and charitable events. youâve studied hard, double-majoring in international relations alongside political science and diplomacy.Â
youâve prepared yourself thoroughly enough to feel ready to take the mantle of queen â especially with your grandmother planning to step down. all of your accomplishments have been leading up to this very moment â itâs so close that you can practically feel the weight of the crown on your head.Â
except thereâs one itty, bitty, little problem.
you still have to get married in thirty days. otherwise, your family title will be poached from right beneath your nose.
satoru gojo (aka public enemy number one) is the nephew of a member of parliament who just so conveniently knows genovian law better than your grandmother does. since satoru came of age before you did, and heâs lived in genovia for longer than you have, and has some random distant relative in connection to the first king â the men of parliament have decided that he too is in line for the throne.Â
especially if you, the princess, do not marry before your coronation.Â
how ridiculous is that?Â
and not only is this satoru gojo an evil, conniving, crown-stealing bastard. but heâs charming, a silver tongue wrapped around each and every one of his words. charming, like a prince (blegh) heâs also stupidly attractive. with deep sapphire blue eyes that are gorgeous enough to make the crown jewellers weak in the knees and a smile so sweet it feels like a sugar rush whenever he looks at you. thereâs something so unique about the frostiness to his soft white hair, matching his unfairly long lashes â the ones you know girls back home would kill for.Â
it angers you to know that youâd been dancing with your rival at your welcome ball, pains you to know that youâll never forget his slender fingers splayed out against the small of your back to guide your every movement. if you had been back in college (and had a few litres of hard liquor in your system), perhaps gojo would have been the type of guy youâd have snuck into the dorms for a night of fun and an NDA in the morning â your secret signed away from the paparazziâs keen eyes.Â
alas, these are very different circumstances and thereâs a lot riding on you being sensible about the situation. yet, satoru proves himself to be a problem every chance that he gets â cornering you in closets with his breath hot against your ear, trapping you against the walls while the ghost of his touch feels like heaven against your skin⌠on the staircase too, insistent on reminding you of the passionate dance you once shared.
all while youâre set to marry the duke of another country so you can keep your fucking crown (pardon the language, your highness).
suguru geto would be the perfect king consort if you managed not to mess this up. he is warm, where satoru is a flip between disastrously hot and frustratingly cold. he balances you out, a mellowness to your clumsiness whilst understanding your need for a rushed proposal and wedding. raised a gentleman, suguru is mindful of you in every action he takes. he doesnât stare too long but smiles when you think heâs not looking and heâs a wonder with your grandmother â the parents, too. his family gem (a serpentine, making you feel much like a snake) sits heavy on your ring finger, dazzling under camera flashes at your engagement dinnerâŚ. and he recognises duty and honour above anything else too.Â
if satoru is your enemy, then guilt is your friend. no matter what either of the men in your life do, you find yourself comparing their every move. when youâre with suguru your mind is away chasing the fairies, imagining the touch of another man who sets your heart alight in a cool blaze â like gasoline trickling through your veins waiting for its candle match. when youâre with satoru, all you can think about is how wrong this is. how geto doesnât deserve this. but youâre an addict without a cure, and your drug is satoru gojo and you donât see yourself ever quitting him.
you're in desperate need of a wake up call and a nicotine patch, the cocky yet lecherous air about him almost acting like a smog in your healthy and capable lungs. sometimes through the fog, you wonder if satoru knows how much he weighs heavy on your mindâ though if he did, youâd never hear the end of it.Â
the current queen tells you not to worry about the white haired man thatâs slowly freezing over the four chambers of your heart. you tell yourself that suguru geto is the only man that you need, one that could help you rule and create a beautiful and better kingdom for many years to come. geto tells you that he loves you, that he canât wait to marry you in two or three weeks time and you respond with equal (yet, faux) excitement.
perhaps thatâs why you find yourself sneaking away from this respectful, loving man to be with the one trying to ruin your life?
why are you following satoru gojo deep into the royal gardens, where the rose bushes are the only witness to your sick and twisted sins?
your back hits the jagged pattern of tree bark before your brain can catch up â causing a little wet whimper to bubble up on your pinky-peach tainted lips. the flutter of pain just beneath your skin only lasts for a second before itâs replaced by the sensation of satoruâs fingers traversing up the dips and curves of your body. he soothes you where it hurts the most, rough fingertips leaving bruising marks made with affection along your thighs and small of your back while he swallows your sweet gasps â licking into the wet cavern of your mouth to taste you.Â
âyouâre not evenâŚâ his words spill into you, adding fuel to the spark of lust beginning to form a pit in your stomach. âyouâre not even attracted to him,â he spews, surging forward like a storm knocking on your door to press his greedy spit slicked lips to yours. his tongue, syrupy and wet, intertwined with your own, filling you up and giving you something to suck on.Â
before you can even think of kissing your rival back, he retreats and takes his swollen lips with him â latching onto your neck and weaponizing his teeth against it. you gasp, your angelâs song tipping out into the rose garden while your fingers tangle in silver-moon locks and let him work against you, claiming you just below the neckline of your dress where no one will be able to see.Â
except for maybe your fiancĂŠ and only god knows how youâll be able to explain the marks to him tonight. âoh you know me, suguru. iâm way too clumsy for my own good.â youâll say, all while thinking about how the man after your crown blew your back out at your engagement party.Â
you know why satoruâs acting such a fool â taking risks that he wouldnât normally. the dress youâre wearing, the colour of his eyes, drives him fucking insane. you canât say that you didnât ask for this, like it wasnât on purpose.Â
âcanât fucking stand you,â gojo groans against your skin, nose pressed to your collarbone as he inhales the candied notes of your perfume. âbeen giving me those angel eyes all day. knowing that i canât take my fucking eyes off of you when you wear that colour, princess.âÂ
heâs insufferable, but here you find yourself at the mercy of his touch â offering up your body to satoru gojo like a sacrificial lamb as your back arches away from the tree and presses your chest into his eager strawberry tongue. it leaves a slimy track over your neck and dips between the cleavage of your dress while gojo makes his descent down to hell â tasting the shimmering crystals of salt on your skin.Â
satoru gojo belongs on his knees.Â
kneeling before you with the royal blue tule of your dress between his shaking hands. you can tell heâs trying not to rip it off of you. born to worship you. mirth weighs down his lashes and desire dances between the navy blue flecks in his sapphire eyes â he needs you so bad it might kill him. from this position he can practically smell how turned on you are, heâd recognise the mouth-watering aroma of your drooling cunt anywhere, slick gathering in the crotch of your barely there panties.Â
thereâs a depraved, royal treasure hidden between the string of fabric that runs between your juicy pussy lips â swollen and waiting to be devoured by your enemy. not that youâd ever admit that to him. âi think you should be referring to me as your queen.â you manage between ragged breaths, satoru eyeing the way your chest heaves from beneath the bust of your dress.Â
instead of responding, his head unceremoniously dips beneath your skirts and he drags a thigh over the width of his broad shoulders. âwatch your mouth,â the lord purrs salaciously as he licks up your inner thigh, the vibrations shooting straight to your swollen clit. âletâs remind you of whoâs really in charge.â the both of you feel it, the aching throb of your pussy against gojoâs lips as he wedges his face right between your thighs. you canât help but grind against him in wanton, desperate to be filled up with fingers, tongue whatever your sworn enemy has to offer up to the crown.Â
but your warmth and wetness does nothing to coax satoru into tongue fucking his way past your clenching, creaming entrance. rather, he draws his head back just a touch and rubs at your cunt like he loves you, dips his fingers just into your quivering hole and then â smack !
juices run down satoruâs arms as if heâs taken a bite into the fruit that tempted eve while he laughs in awe of just how fucking sloppy you are between your thighs. the spank to your puffy folds makes you jolt in surprise, causing you to scratch your back against the jagged tree bark.Â
âgojo!â you squeak in warning as your thighs close around his veiny hand.Â
he sticks his tongue into his cheek, smirking in amusement before prying your shaky legs apart. âthatâs not quite right, try again for me, princess...â gojo repeats the process, running between your slick folds and spanking you against them when you fail to respond. âyou know my name, baby. câmon itâs easy, iâll even say it with you. dâŚdâŚâÂ
you refuse to stoop so low, to let demeaning words escape from underneath your tongue but not having satoruâs mouth on you is like torture â just his breath against your cunt is akin to dangling a carrot in front of a starving horse. you know what that pleasure is like, you crave it and youâre not above begging no matter how royal you may be.Â
âf-fuck, daddy!â you whinge defiantly, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against the tree. satoru wastes no more time then, slotting his hot mouth against the entire length of your silken slit. the first thing he does is moan, the vibrations shooting twinges of ecstasy from your clit through the rest of your body and even reaching your head â making the world around you spin.Â
the tip of his tongue teases its way past your entrance, squirming around to brush up against pleasure spots your little fingers canât even reach. âthatâs right princess, knew you could do it. youâre not just some stuck up little girl.â the white haired lord praises, drawing back from your quivering hole â connected to you by a string of your glistening slick.Â
âshut up, just⌠put your mouth to good use.â you grunt, your hips canterint down onto gojoâs face to keep him quiet. your fingers take root in his silvery moon locks, dragging the man and his pink tongue onto your sex once more. gojo takes the hint, making your cute little clit his next victim as he rolls it between perfect rows of pearly whites and sends your eyes into the dark depths of your skull.Â
the sinful and salacious sensation provides a welcomed distraction from your responsibilities as the crown princess. if your grandmother could see you now, you know that all sheâd feel is disappointmentâ especially if she knew her granddaughter was fucking the biggest threat to the crown. and suguru, your poor fiancĂŠ â he was probably stuck mingling with guests he didnât even know, looking for your eyes in the crowd like he always did.Â
shame should be burning through your veins, not the white hot trickle of desire that youâre filled with as satoru slurps your juices from between your fat pussy lips. the needy groans he lets out against you inch down your spine, drown you in stormy waves of lust and you find yourself addicted to the bob of gojoâs head from underneath your tule skirts. youâre just so wet, pouring the royal familyâs riches, liquid gold straight into the manâs greedy mouth as he drinks you in.
your nectar glazes his cheeks and chin in a devilish shine, brighter than the crown set to sit atop your head â his mouth barely parts from your ravaged and swollen romping as if heâs married to eating you out, tongue licking you up and down before your juices even have a chance to drip to the ground. you can only imagine what would happen if the press found out, your life would be over and so would satoruâs. but you donât care, because every second that gojo spends between your thighs dragging you to orgasm is worth it. every single time.Â
he grips at your ass, pulling you back onto his tongue as it flickers in and out of you. the whole ordeal is disgusting and delightful and you never want it to end. pleasure mounts high within you, evident in the shakiness of your gripes and grouses, lust laden in its tune.Â
âs-satoruâŚsatoru. iâm gonna⌠gâna fuckinâ cum!â a high pitch squeal tears in your throat like music to gojoâs ears â now working relentlessly to get you off just like you need. he doesnât care if heâs suffocating, at least heâll die a happy man between the thighs of a princess.Â
he chuckles against your sex. âsuch a dirty mouth for such a proper lady.â the lord says as if heâs a scolding you.
but you can barely hear him, for static rings in your ears as your body loses the war to your orgasm. your release bubbles up on his tongue like the fresh pop of champagne, while your brain fizzles and clears itself of all logical thought. guilt is replaced by bouts of lust, making you realise that this cycle of avoiding and fucking gojo will never end. youâre too addicted to him and heâs too obsessed with you, as long as things remain that way â sex with him will always be on the agenda.Â
you canât promise yourself, your grandmother or suguru that this will be the last time.Â
dopamine dances across gojoâs brain as he drinks in the tangy-honey flavour of your release, letting it splatter against his puffy lips as they encircle your clit to prolong your orgasm. you gush as if youâre a rushing erotic river, spilling into satoruâs earnest mouth while he licks you clean with wanton.
âlook at that⌠oh look at you. cumming for me already.âÂ
âf-fuck you.â
âfuck me?â he smirks, making your gut lurch with wanton. âfuck you. iâm the one thatâs working on it, princess.â satoru slowly rises to his feet, licking a nasty spit-slicked trail from your hole to the cleavage peeking out from underneath your dress. he doesnât even stand to his full height, his large frame towering over you as he yanks down the front of your dress to lick and suck and play with your breasts until you canât tell whatâs up or down anymore.
his perfect teeth graze a pert nipple which makes you gasp and cry, loosely looping your arms around satoruâs neck while his ravaging mouth works your sensitive breasts, even going as far to swipe his tongue over the spot where each one meets your ribcage. he doesnât leave any marks, youâre not his to keep. large and rough hands replace the warmth of his mouth on you to toy with your mounds of flesh â pinching and pulling as satoru kisses you senseless. you groan at the taste of your slick on his tongue and salt of your skin as well, tugging him closer so that thereâs no space between your heated bodies.Â
âdonât cry,â satoru comments softly against your swollen, cherry-bitten lips â cupping your face between his fingers. blinking slowly, you allow your frenzied brain the chance to catch up to reality and you donât realise the tears that wet your cheeks until he points them out. why are you even crying? âyouâre too pretty for that.â his compliments do nothing to clear the lustful, confused fog settling over your mind like a dark cloud so you follow your bodyâs instincts and reach for the metal clasp on his belt.Â
nimble fingers make their way down the front of gojoâs dress pants and he hisses at the quick pumps of his perfectly hard cock before youâre dragging up your skirts and guiding him towards your entrance. âbaby, waitââ
you push his pants down enough to let his erection spring free, pulsing with need and standing at full mast against the cotton blouse covering his tummy. âi need you.â you sniff, dropping your panties to your ankles. âplease.âÂ
the thing about sex with satoru is that it never feels like just sex. he tenderly hikes the meat of your thigh over his slender hips, lets his dribbly, sticky cockhead twitch forward and ease past the salaciously slick barriers of your empty hole, and presses your bodies so close together that you think you might forget how to breathe. satoru makes love to you each and every time â and itâs terrible.Â
like eating too much sugar or indulging in a bad smoking habit. youâre not supposed to be in love with him and the way he fucks up into you, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis even with all of the fabric in the way. âdonât cry for him, f-fuck,â the both of you look down, your pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy swallowing his lengthy shaft whole â catching on the ridges of each blue vein spiralling around him. âcry for me, princess. iâm the one thatâs ruining you.âÂ
with his forehead pressed to yours, silver hair matted down by the line of perspiration against it â satoru braces a hand against the tree above your head and sets stream to his passionate thrusts, fluid like water under a bridge. itâs not fair, how wrong this is and how good it feels to have gojo lick over the parts of you he would bite down on if you were his. your pulse point, your neck, the spot just under your ear thatâs way too sensitive for your own good. it should be suguru fucking you like this, your fiancĂŠ.Â
yet, thereâs no room for self-loathing and despair between the rough tree and satoru gojo above you. nothing aside for the thick curtain of lust that protects you from prying eyes in the rose garden, floral scents twisting with the raw, aphrodisiac-like smell of sex and sweat while he pounds away at your swollen pussy, grinding his cock wetly against the sweet spots dotted along your ribbed walls.Â
âi should put a baby in you,â he says suddenly, just barely audible over the wet pap, pap, pap of your sexes working together. embarrassment burns bright under the surface of your cheeks because youâre that wet and itâs that loud, the remainders of your previous orgasm making it easier for satoruâs cock to glide in and out of you. âleave you with a little gift. a present â reminder of our time together, yeah?â he knows that heâs not making any sense, leaving his confession behind sex and sultry words. he would never admit to how much he loves you, heâs already ruined you enough. heâs already taken more than enough from you too. âiâll get to the crown either fuckinâ way.âÂ
satoru talks with his dick and you fucking like it, squeezing the damn daylights out of him. he can barely pull back with you locked down on like that, his seedy tip snug between your ruined folds â clinging into him by viscous ropes of your last orgasm and freshly formed globs of his white hot precum. âyou like that, donât you princess?â he coos down to you condescendingly, picking up the pace of his hips as he rams into you mercilessly. the tree shakes from the force, sprinkling pretty and innocent petals over you both. âyou wanna make me a daddy? my queen? give me a little prince or princess.â
âfuck yes, satoru!â nodding your head with wanton, you press yourself into his neck and squeeze him close by the ass cheeks so the only place your lover can go is deeper. you want to be able to feel him in your guts, hot in your womb like an iron rod â anything to forget the trickle of betrayal filling you up like a glass of wine. âi want it, i want itâŚi wantââ
you cut yourself of with an abrasive sob, as you moan your agreements. i want you. you feel the words on the tip of your tongue, drowned out by the slippery sounds of sex and creaking tree trunk. youâve never wanted anyone as much as youâve wanted satoru gojo.
but heâs the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.Â
âi know you do, i know,â you can feel gojo move to slobber over your chest, pacifying his whistle tone whimpers with your nipples bouncing in his mouth. he looks up at you with vacant cerulean eyes that shimmer like the skies above, the crude mix of your arousals slinging at the point at which your bodies join. âtell me how much you love daddyâs cock, princess.âÂ
he goads because he craves your attention. satoru can feel you slipping from between his fingers, the guilt that rolls off of you in waves as he languidly rams into your cunt. heâs asking a lot of someone whoâs too stimulated, too fucked out to speak â your tongue barely staying in your mouth.Â
âsatoâ!â
âcâmon⌠answer me, fuck, there we go.â
thatâs when he hikes you up in his arms, lifting you a little to feverishly thrust up into you â dragging you closer to another high. your nails dig deep into his taut ass, nudging his dick against your g-spot. suguru would never be this rough with you, would never want to fuck you so good that the pleasure hurts.
shaking your head, your eyes glisten but the denial doesnât stop small streams of arousal from squirting out and webbing against gojoâs soft pubes. âi-i canât! i donâtââ satoru bites down on your nipple, hard, cutting through your train of blurry thought. âi loveâŚh-him!âÂ
you love your fiancĂŠ, but you both know thatâs a lie.
âyeah, sure you do. thatâs why your pussyâs hugginâ my cock so tight. you donât wanna let me go, baby.â even while heâs a mess for you, your rival still finds it in him to be such an egotistical prick. you canât even tell him that heâs wrong, because you never ever want to be without satoru, without this immensely overwhelming feeling of ecstasy fluttering through your entire body. itâs all too much, heâs too much, stretching you wide and filling you with the love (and cum) you should be getting from suguru.Â
thunder cracks above your head, lightning flashes through the trees as if the higher power up above is bearing witness â growing distraught at your sins. itâs not long before the heavens open up on you both and your sweaty, sex slicked bodies are doused in rain. but it doesnât stop you, doesnât stop satoru from dragging down your bottom lip to lovingly spit into your mouth.Â
he kisses you as if itâs not enough, rocking his hips into you so he can bully your insides and mark them with his pre. âbet heâs lookinâ for you right now, hm? his precious wife to beâŚdrenched in my cum ân drenched in the rain.â satoru heaves, letting the patter of the rain drown out the sound of his tightening balls slapping against your ass. âbet he wishes he could fuck you like i do.âÂ
you canât tell if itâs the tears of guilt and longing or the rain that blurs your vision. âh-he doesnât get to!â you cry like a dirty porn-star, hardly becoming of a soon to be queen. âo-only you!âÂ
âonly me, hm? iâm flattered.â he seems elated, hiding his flushed face and happy smile in the junction between your neck and shoulder. his wet hair tickles your skin. âtoo bad he doesnât know his princess comes used and abused between her pretty legs, huh?â
the rain is cold against your skin, seeping through your clothes, ruining your makeup â but the way satoru licks up your hot streaky tears and the droplets of water against your skin as if to sooth you⌠the way he does it fills you with warmth.Â
your limbs become heavy from your water-logged clothes and exhaustion, your whole body slumped against satoruâs strength but you still manage to rake your nails down his back as if you canât be any closer. gojo doesnât let your hips run from his either. his mind races, stuck on the idea of asking you to run away with him because he canât just let you go back to geto. not again.Â
he canât let you marry someone youâre not in love with.Â
it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay, even when you wrap your legs around him and have him plug up your tiny little hole with sticky white. he sees it in your eyes how much you care for him, even through the rain. heâs ruining you, from the inside out, knocking the crown from your head and he hates it.
âdaddy loves this pussy,â he wishes for the moment to last forever, but youâre already so close â crying from every hole, suffocating his throbbing cock. neither of you can hold back. âhe loves you. i love you.â
the confession nearly tears your world in two â but itâs all you need to hear before everything comes crashing down on you. âi-i love you!â you tell him, wailing the words loud and proud as you release on him for a second time, gushing obscene amounts against gojoâs tummy smooshed up on your clit. âsatoâ! satoru! cum with me, cum inside me!â scratching down his back and screwing your eyes shut, you tilt your head up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.Â
the taste of salt on your cupidâs bow throws gojo over the edge too â his cockhead pours viscous white directly into your womb. âfuuuck, youâre so good princessâŚâ and even though you know you should tell him to pull out, you donât want him too. you want his baby, want his cum, want him always. even if thatâs greedy of you.âfuckinâ take itâŚtake all of me. all of that cumâs for you.â he slurs, beyond brainless.
lewd clapping noises echo between your bodies like the thunder up above as satoru fucks you through the rest of your highs, nose nudging your cheeks tenderly to soothe your tears. moaning, and crying against one anotherâs swollen lip. when his slow grinds come to a stop and your breathing recovers, the white haired lord gently sets you back in the ground â tenderly helping you to fix your drenched clothes back into place.Â
your thighs are completely bruised and his back is completely torn up. the last marks youâll ever leave with each other.
âso aboutââ
âwe⌠we canât do this anymore, satoru.â you say almost immediately, shaky as if youâre in the verge of panic.Â
for the first time since you started doing this, sneaking off with one another, gojo notices the glint on your ring finger. and you feel the very same weight of that ring.Â
he shrugs you off, pulling up his pants and smirking. âthatâs what you said last timeâ
âno satoru, i mean it now. we canât.â itâs like youâve come to your senses, realised the gravity of it all and whatâs at stake. thirty days to get married, thirty days to become queen. âiâm going to become queen, your queen, in a matter of weeks and to do that i need to be married to him. i canât mess this up. we have to stop.â
âbut you donât even want him,â he growls like a petulant child, roaring above the rain that cascades down on you both. âyou want me. i want you. who gives a fuck about anything else?â
âduty gives a fuck! i have to marry him!â
throwing his hands up in defeat, satoru steps towards you, loud and intimidating, and you step back towards the tree. âyou canât even say his fucking name.âÂ
âhis name is suguru geto and i will marry him because you forced me to.â you spit, going toe to toe with him â chest heaving but tight from your heart break. âif you and your stupid higher ups had just stayed out my way. maybe there could have been a chance for us. but they didnât and here we are and duty freaking calls, gojo.âÂ
you storm off shortly after, be before he can see you cry again (for real this time). from his place hidden in the royal gardens, gojo watches sullenly as you approach your grandmother and fiancĂŠ â the elder queen disappointed in your current state and suguru clearly worried that the rain might make you catch a cold.Â
the perfect alibi to cover up the fact that youâd just fucked satoru gojo.Â
but the entire time, you never look back.Â
you donât even look at gojo â and thatâs how he knows you meant it. you always look back, always look for him in the crowd.Â
the knowledge hits him like a strike of lightning. heâs royally fucked up â youâre marrying for the crown, all because of him. and thereâs no room for loving when youâve got the weight of the nation on your shoulders.
ę° end. â all rights reserved Š tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Not quite Yandere yet but here is a snippet of the Yandere single dad short story. And a kindergartener obsessed with you being his mom
Yandere Short Stories: Mommy (Prequel)
Eventual Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader
A pale hand shakily held the drawing his son, Jesse, made in horror. Who on earth could the smiling woman beside little Jesse be? Had another snake tried ti sink their fangs into the Isbert family once more?
Liam Isbert was the heir to the Isbert family. A man of extreme power and wealth who many women (and men) tried to woo. Only one had successfully baby trapped him which resulted in Jesseâs birth.
âWho is this woman?â Liam glared at the elderly nanny who frowned at Liamâs anger. âWhat kind of wench had been filling my childâs head with lies? She is not his mommy.â
âI assure you Miss (last name) is just his teacher. Your son is extremely attached to her.â The nanny told Liam which only made him angrier.
Impossible. She had to be after their familyâs money and thatâs why she sunk her fangs into a child. How cowardly!
âNotify the school that I wish to have a private meeting with his teacher.â Liam told the nanny as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy locks. Liam was so frustrated with these gold diggers. They were all the sameâŚ
He might have to homeschool Jesse nowâŚ
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Liam sat in the back of his limousine as he watched Jesse excitedly run into the kindergarten. Liam has never seen his son so excited for anything in his life.
The brunette took a long drag from his cigar when he saw a beautiful young woman head towards Jesse. A smile as warm as a ray of sunshine on her face when she saw Liamâs son.
The little boy hurdled his small body into his pretty teacher. Jesseâs arms wrapped around her legs, while his blue eyes stared up at her with so much love it made Liam want to puke. How on earth did this woman charm his antisocial son?
Liam reeled down the window and was about to scream at her when he heard her laugh.
âGoodness, Jesse. Itâs only been a day. Are you that excited to learn?â (Your name) smiled down at the dark haired boy who nodded his head.
âI just wanted to be with mom-â
âJesse, itâs Miss (last name).â (Your name) ruffled Jesseâs dark brown hair which made the little boy pout. âIâm your teacher.â
âWhy canât you be my mommy? Youâre so nice to meâŚâ
(Your name) laughed as she bent down to pick Jesse up. âBecause I would have to date your dad and I donât really have any interest in men.â
Jesse thought for a minute and then he scrunched his face. âDaddy is kind of mean and heâs smelly.â
âYouâre not supposed to say your daddy is mean or smelly!â (Your name) loudly giggled as she carried Jesse into her class.
Liam sat frozen in his limousine in shock. She didnât want to date him? And⌠what did Jesse mean by him being mean and smelly?
âSir, your meeting with the teacher will be at three in the afternoon. Do you want me to take you to the office.â
Liam shook his head and reeled up the limoâs window. âYes. That would be nice, Allen.â
For the first time in many years, Liam felt his heart flutter.
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âYou must be Jesseâs dad. Itâs nice to finally meet you.â (Your name) warmly smiled at Liam who remained silent. Liam couldnât hear a word she said due to how loud his heart beat in his ear drums. His beating muscle would bring a snare drum to shame.
âMister Isbert?â Liam was brought back down to reality when his teacher addressed him. His green eyes focused on her concerned expression. âAbout your reason no for a meeting⌠Jesse seems to be quite attached to me due to his lack of a mother. I try to correct him but he seems adamant about it. I am so sorry to inconvenience you-â
âWhat is your motive?â Liam narrowed his eyes at the young woman who seemed shocked. Motive? Whatever did he mean?
âWhat do you mean-â
âHow much money do you want? Iâm willing to pay you if you leave my son alone-â Liam was shocked when (your name) slammed her hands on her desk when she stood up.
âHow dare you⌠Iâm sorry that other people have wanted such things from you but I do not. I care about Jesse. He desperately wants a parent that loves him and heâs not getting that from anyone in his house.â (Your name) scoffed at Liamâs shell shocked expression. The young woman shook her head. âThis is extremely unprofessional of me, but you never spend any time with your son so Iâm not surprised you donât notice his concerning behavior of wanting to be loved.â
Liam gasped when she slapped a file in front of him that was full of letters from Jesse. Dozens of notes asking her to adopt him. Why did his son want this woman so badly?
âBe a better parent before you point fingers. Now get out of my classroom.â
Liam felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. She didnât want his money⌠she just wanted Jesse to be cared forâŚ
Liam was shocked to see Jesse outside the door. Jesseâs little hands clutched his lunch pail so tightly, his knuckles were white.
âJesse-â Jesse shoved past Liam to stand beside his teacher.
âMommy, I want to eat lunch together! Can you cut the crust off my sandwich? I donât like the crust.â
(Your name) smiled down at Jesse and took the lunchbox from him.
âItâs Miss (last name), Jesse⌠but of course I can take off the crust.â
And thatâs when Liam noticed the pink blush on Jesseâs cheeks. Jesse loved his teacher⌠and who was he to separate them?
Liam shoved his hands in his suit jacket pockets and left the school in a hurry. His fingers itched for a cigar to try to calm down the rush of emotions he felt.
Perhaps heâd apologize to Miss (last name)? He wondered if she liked roses?
Liam blushed at the thought of her accepting roses from him. Sheâd be so pretty in redâŚ
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after the game - wooyoung x fem!reader (18+)
âžď¸ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader
âžď¸ warnings: pure smut (18+), no plot lmao, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, housewife kink, explicit language, gentle dom vibes, hint of sub reader, not proofread đ
âžď¸ summary: after seeing his wife interact with the kids at the baseball game, wooyoung wants one of his own.
âžď¸ a/n: still trying out the lowercase text! this is puuuuure smut with no plot, so i hope you guys are okay with that lmao. also, i am madly in love with wooyoung and that baseball game did not help đŽâđ¨
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!
it all started with a baseball game.
now, wooyoungâs black jersey and pants are strewn on your bedroom floor, along with your sundress and thong. the pair of you barely made it to the bedroom, bodies intertwined as soon as you got home.
heâs still slightly sweaty from the heat, refusing to shower until heâs had his fill of you. heâs been hard for hours, and heâs not stopping until you both get your fix.
all you can do now is pant beneath him, his thick cock stretching you to the brink. the fringe of his grown-out hair hangs over his hooded eyes, which are focused on your sopping cunt.
he bites his lip at the sight, fascinated by your wetness coating his shaft. your steady moans keep him going, like music to his ears.
âthat feel good, baby?â he teases, pushing further into you, knowing that youâre on cloud 9. you can feel every ridge of his cock, the closeness sending a shudder down your spine.
âsh-, shit, yes,â you huff, âfeels so good, woo,â you whine, lifting up to meet his lips.
itâs sloppy and wet, both of you focused on the intense pleasure. the way his tongue delves into your mouth makes your pussy even wetter. heâs like a starved man, ravaging your body for whatever you can give him.
âfuck, this pussy is so damn tight,â he groans, breaking the kiss. the sight of him wetting his fingers makes your eyes roll back. when he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, you know you wonât be able to hold back for long.
âuh, woo, please,â you whine, unsure of what youâre actually asking for. youâre so close, but you donât want this to end. he lets out a cocky laugh, carrying above the slick sounds of his sharp thrusts.
âi know, baby, i know.â he slows down a bit, making sure you feel all of him. he loves the way your face contorts, getting off on your pleasure.
âh-harder, please,â you beg, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. you moan out when he leans down, slower thrusts allowing him to grind against your clit.
you let out a gasp, hands suddenly pinned to the mattress beneath you. heâs staring at you intently, wanting to see the moment you fall apart.
âlook at me when iâm fucking you.â his serious tone makes your pussy throb. when you meet his eyes, youâre enthralled by his beauty.
his tanned cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed in concentration. his full bottom lip is between his teeth, another sign of the harsh way he drills into your pussy. a warm shiver spreads over your body, further turned on by the hungry look in his eyes.
âthereâs my pretty girl,â he hums, love-filled smile briefly breaking through his dominant demeanor. you whine when he pulls his cock out, sitting up to find out why he stopped.
you sweep your eyes over his body, appreciating the beauty of your husband. his lean body before you, muscular thighs bent at the knee, sitting back on his heels.
his veiny hand grips the base of his cock, tapping it on your clit. he makes a show off stroking himself, loving the way to stare at him. your thighs quiver, the sight of him making your pussy clench around nothing.
he pants, rolling his head back at the way your wetness clings to his tip. each tap of his sensitive head against your clit drives him wild.
âwoo, please,â your voice cuts through to him, breaking his trance. with one last drag from your clit to your opening, he nestles his cock into you, the squelch filling the quiet of your bedroom.
âfuck, gonna cum soon,â he grunts, his thighs slapping against your thick ones.
âme too,â you squeal, feeling more of your wetness leak onto his hard cock. lifting up, you trace your tongue along the vein in his neck, the sensation making his cock jump inside of you.
âgonna cum in this pussy, make you a proper housewife,â your eyes roll back at his words, excited by the mention of his breeding kink.
ây-yes, please,â you squeal, bringing your hips up, matching the pace of his thrusts.
âwant me to fill you up?â he huffs, pinning your wrists again. âmaybe i should just cum in this pussy and get you pregnant, hm?â
âf-fuck woo! iâm cumming!â you squeal, eyes shutting at the immense pleasure. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips into your clit, prolonging your pleasure.
âthatâs right baby, cum for daddy,â he groans, thrusts getting sloppy at the sight of your fucked out expression. your pussy feels even wetter around him, the lewd noise pushing him further to the edge. your hand comes up to tweak his nipple, before running your manicured nails down his abs.
âyou look so pretty for me, woo,â you hum, turning your head to press a kiss to his flexed arm.
âshit, iâm close,â he whines, hips losing their rhythm. you wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him with a sweet kiss before you pull away.
âwanna feel you cum inside me, woo,â you purr, looking up at him with doe eyes. âwanna feel you in me all night,â you look straight into his eyes, already seeing his orgasm wash over him.
âfuuuuuuuck,â he pants, warm spurts of cum flooding your wrecked pussy. you soothe him during his orgasm, stroking every part of him you can get your hands on.
when youâve both come down, wooyoung is quick to hop up, much to your dismay.
âwooooooo,â you whine out, missing his warmth already.
âi know, baby, itâs okay,â he coos, running into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for you. when he comes back, heâs very gentle, carefully cleaning your sensitive folds. he finishes off with a soft kiss to your thigh, finally taking his place beside you again.
he pulls you into him, your sweaty bodies cuddled together beneath the sheets. your little yawn makes him chuckle, heart full of love at your cuteness.
âdid i tire my baby out?â he teases, lifting your chin so he can see those pretty brown eyes. your smile is bashful, always feeling a little shy after a particularly strong orgasm. he smothers you kisses, unable to contain his love for you.
âspeaking of babies,â you murmur, now causing a blush to spread across his face. âhello, mr. breeding kink,â you tease him, having fun with his embarrassment.
âyou just looked so sweet today with all the kids. it made me start thinking about our future kids,â he confesses, tracing his finger along your cheek. you feel your heart skip at his confession, trying to fight back the sudden tears in your eyes.
âjagi, whatâs wrong?â he hums, brows furrowing at your tears. heâs afraid for a second, hoping his confession hasnât made you uncomfortable.
ânothing baby, i was thinking the same thing today,â you pout, so in love with the man in front of you.
you share a kiss so sweet it almost makes your heart burst. wooyoungâs lips are soft against yours, setting a slow pace. you both savor the feeling, never tiring of sharing your affection.
youâre both breathless when you pull away, giggling under the sheets like teenagers.
âso, maybe we should keep practicing,â he smirks, covering your body with his own. itâll be a while until the both of you leave the bedroom again.
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Part two of feisty slytherin reader where itâs just the boys being like kinda in love with reader and everything you can pick how reader responds
this ended up taking me way longer to complete than I thought it would! it also ended up way longer than usual. here's the lead up to our infamous poly!marauders x feisty!slytherin reader!!! đŤś
poly!marauders x feisty, fem slytherin!reader
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: head injury - not graphic or detailed but mentions blood.
âOkay Moony, if youâre going to help us win over Y/N, you should know she does not like dramatic public displays of appreciation.â James said sagely as he walked into their shared dorm room.
Remus spared Sirius a confused look from his seat in the chair, but from the way James was currently rubbing his arm Sirius had a pretty good idea of what just took place.
âYeah, erm, I donât think you have to worry about that with me, bubs. Thanks for the heads up though.â Remus added bemusedly.
âLet me guess.â Sirius taunted, rolling over onto his stomach so that he faced James. âThe charmed roses following her around the halls wasnât a hit?â
âNo, but she did...â He sulked, pulling his uniform shirt off to expose a small albeit quite red welt on his upper arm.
âAwe, poor Jamie. Come here bubs.â Remus cooed at him, opening his arms to invite the boy into his lap.Â
James obliged all too willingly and snuggled up to the werewolf like he was a small toddler and not a giant beefy man-baby.Â
âDonât mollify him when heâs out here botching our grand plans to woo the girl of our dreams.â Sirius said, causing Remus to roll his eyes and James to scoff indignantly.
âWell at least Iâm working on it! What are you doing to woo her?â James retaliated.
Sirius offered him a wolfish grin. âOh, Iâve got a little trick up my sleeve.â
You had to get out of the castle. You could still feel everyoneâs eyes on you, ogling you like you were some kind of freakshow.Â
You donât know what kind of game those Gryffindorâs were trying to play, but you were not about to be the butt of whatever sodding joke this was.
Roses, really? Charmed to follow you around the castle as Potter smirked from the sidelines. Did he have any idea how humiliating that was?
       So, yeah. You walloped him. In the arm. With your fist. Hard. But what else were you supposed to do!? Youâd confronted him and demanded that he end the charm and all he said was âyou look so cute when your nose scrunches up like thatâ.
He and Black have always been a bother â seemingly having taken some kind of interest in you for whatever reason. Lupin had always been more reasonable; one would think that heâd have evened those two out during their relationship, but apparently that was an impossible task. You supposed it was because he was all but one man.
But lately, even he was starting to stare at you a little too long, smile a little too softly, find too many excuses to be in your vicinity. It was infuriating.
So, you were outside.
It was nice outside.Â
Well, it was nice enough outside.Â
You packed yourself some snacks in your book bag, two blankets and an extra jumper to go sit by the Black Lake. You figured you should be able to enjoy some peace and quiet out here on your own.
You unfolded one of the blankets to lay onto the ground before sitting on it and then laid the second blanket over your lap. You could hear other students on the grounds in the distance and the soothing sound of the water lapping gently against the shore.Â
As luck would have it, a certain dog with long-black hair would set out to disrupt that.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked the dog as it approached you calmly. You wondered for a moment if you should be scared before it stopped at the edge of your blanket to sit and tilt its head at you, his tongue falling out of his mouth haphazardly.Â
He didnât look too scary, ignoring his size.
You craned your neck to look around, checking if perhaps he was here with someone, but it appeared that you were, in fact, alone on this side of the lake.
You felt something cold and wet nudge your pinkie, and you turned to see that the dog had laid down beside you with his head between his paws, nose next to your hand.
âIf I pet you, are you going to bite me?â You asked him. He answered by nudging your hand again and offering it a little lick.
âYou better not have fleas.â You muttered as you scratched behind the dogâs ears. You would have sworn he had furrowed his eyebrows at your comment if dogs could do such a thing. You noticed then that the dog had startling silver-blue eyes.Â
âWhere are your people?â You asked, glad no one was around to see you conversing with a dog. He answered you by rolling over for belly rubs.
You scoffed out a laugh but acquiesced. âFine, you can stay. But I came out here for peace and quiet, âkay?â
The dog seemed fine with that plan and let you read through two chapters of your book, only interrupting every paragraph or so for more pets. Eventually however, it grew too cold, and you decided to pack up.
Confirming your suspicions, the dog began to follow you towards the castle. You pretended like you hadnât noticed or perhaps just didnât care until you were near the greenhouses.
âFor future reference, Black,â you said, turning to the dog who seemed to pause mid-step as you considered him. âI really am more of a cat person.â You smirked, turning to walk back to the castle alone.
âHere, let me get that for you.â James said, opening the door for you rather chivalrously in Siriusâ opinion.
âIâm not a delicate flower, Potter, I can open a door.â You muttered angrily, storming past him into the classroom.
James deflated a little as he followed you in, but perked up when Remus placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
âI thought that was very sweet of you, Jamie.â He placated.
James gave him a half smile in response. âThanks Moons.â
âI mean, what are we supposed to do? What bird doesnât like dogs!?â Sirius grumbled, opting to ignore Jamesâ whining.Â
âDonât call her a bird, Sirius.â Remus chided.
âProbably didnât help youâre a big olâ mangy mutt.â James muttered petulantly.
âOi!â Sirius called. âThatâs not what you say when Padfoot snuggles you to sleep.âÂ
James had the good graces to turn a little red at that.
Their conversation was interrupted (quite rudely if you asked Sirius) by Professor McGonagall as she began the instructions for todayâs Transfiguration lesson: turning buttons into butterflies.Â
Sirius stole a concerned glance towards James to see Remus doing the same; they were horrified to see a mischievous look adorning their boyfriendâs face.
âProngs...â Sirius warned, whilst Remus whispered a âremember what we talked about.â
But they both knew it was too late; there was no stopping him once James set his mind to something.Â
Sirius is quite sure it was the fourth butterfly that did you in; you seemed to consider the first a fluke, the second was annoying, the third made you suspicious, but by the fourth youâd had enough.
With little to no warning you turned and lobbed a large hard-covered tome at the group.
âI donât know which of you tossers are behind this, but it reeks of Potter. So help me gods I will gut you and string you up to the rafters from your intestines if you donât leave me alone!â You screeched.Â
âBut how else will you know Iâm crazy about you?â James pouted, causing you to groan exasperatedly.
âIf youâre looking for some cutesy princess who will swoon at your sodding roses and butterflies, then youâve got the wrong witch.â You spat.
Sirius smirked. âOh, we have exactly the right witch.â
âI swear to Circe if you donât leave me alone, Iâll sic Barty on you.â You threatened.
Sirius and James both scoffed whilst Remus smirked.Â
âPlease dollface, you insult me. Iâm not afraid of Junior.â Sirius taunted.
You narrowed your eyes at him menacingly before realization dawned on you. âFine.â You said simply, giving Sirius a distinct uneasy feeling. âPerhaps Iâll tell Regulus.â
Sirius slammed his fist on the table and leaned forward. âYou wouldnât.â He seethed.
You smirked deviously. âJust try me, Black.â You sneered in response.Â
Did...did Sirius have a degradation kink?
Sirius was ashamed to admit that he had to take a very cold shower after that.
You had been sitting in the library trying to work on your Potions essay. You had felt fairly safe here seeing as the Gryffindorâs (at least the most problematic ones) had been sanctioned from using the library during quiet study hours on account of their typical foolishness.
Except one.
âMind if I sit here?â Lupinâs lilting voice sounded from your right side before he sat down without waiting for your response.Â
âWhy bother asking if you were just going to sit anyways?â You grumbled.Â
âWell, it was the polite thing to do.â He said, turning to face you. You held his gaze (his gaze, your glare) until he finally sighed. âIâll leave if you want me to.â
You considered him for a moment. You couldnât deny he was the least buffoonish out of the so-called Marauders though youâre not sure that amounted to much.
But he was quieter, kinder, softer around the edges. And he had been far more polite to you than his boyfriends.
âAre you going to flirt with me?â
One of Remusâ eyebrows (the one with the scar running through it, you noticed) raised expectantly as he considered you.
âLet me rephrase that.â You barked quickly, realizing your mistake perhaps a touch too late. âYou may sit here, but if you flirt with me, I will stab you with my quill.â You punctuated your threat by blotting his hand which rested on the table with ink from the tip of your quill.
Remus smiled at the sight before returning his amber coloured gaze to yours. âFair enough. I promise to try to restrain myself, but perhaps you ought to hold onto this hand for me just in case I slip up.â And he â the absolute sodding bastard â slid his left hand comfortably into your right.
Youâd never seen someone make a move so assertively and smoothly before. There was nothing to say that any of this even affected Remus as he immediately turned his attention to his book. Was it hot in here? Your hand felt sweaty. Your throat felt tight. Your mouth was dry. Why didnât you think to bring a bottle of water?!
âErm,â you started, having to pause to clear your throat. âJust how am I supposed to get my work done with your hand in mine, Lupin?â
You had tried to sound threatening, but based off Remusâ smirk, youâd only managed to goad him further.
âYouâre left-handed. Figure it out.âÂ
These boys were going to be the death of you if you didnât end up killing them first.
âYou held her hand!?â James screeched in their dorm room that night whilst Remus smirked to himself. Sirius would make fun of James for his dramatics if he wasnât just a pissed off about this.
âIâve been working at this the longest out of either of you, and she lets you hold her hand?â He continued.
âShe doesnât like dogs,â Sirius grumbled, gesturing to himself, âshe doesnât like James. But the werewolf? Really. No offence Moons because I absolutely get the appeal.â
James snapped his fingers as he had a eureka moment. âIâve got it! Remus; bite me!â
âJames!â Remus scolded.Â
âItâs not fair.â James muttered as he fell onto his bed in defeat. âIâd be so good to her.â
Any ire from Sirius and Remus drained at that as they both moved to join their boyfriend on his bed.
âWe know, bubs.â Remus conceded.Â
âWe just...have to give her time. Iâm sure sheâll come around, yeah? I mean, with Remusâ smooth moves, my undeniable charm, and your muscles? Weâre unstoppable.â Sirius added, eliciting a smile from Remus and a gentle chuckle from James, though his usual light was diminished.
âWeâve just got to be patient, Jamie.â Remus concluded, causing James to groan.
âPatience.â He spat spitefully.
âA 'James ADHD Potter' special.â Sirius winked before kissing any further protests away from Jamesâ lips.
âWeâve got Moony on our team now, bubs. Weâre unstoppable.â He whispered, truly believing what he was saying.
If anyone could break through your hard candy-coating shell to reach the chocolate inside, it was certainly Remus Lupin.
Youâd had the lovely idea of sitting outside on one of the few sunny days that Scotland got to see this time of year. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone else had the same idea too.
A few Hufflepuffs were playing with a charmed muggle football, kicking it back and forth between the two of them and chasing after it when it opted to fuck off on its own. You didnât understand the objective of the game, nor did you care to.
Remus and Peter Pettigrew sat on a bench not too far off playing a game of Wizarding Chess that, from where you were sitting, looked like Remus was winning.
You got so caught up in watching Lupinâs game with Pettigrew - in the way that the tendons in his wrist and hands flexed as he moved pieces across the board, and the way that his honey blonde curls fell in front of his eyes causing him to have to blow air upwards so he could see the board - that you noticed something flying at you far too late.Â
âLook out!â One of the dumb Hufflepuffâs shouted far too late as their charmed football soared into the side of your head, knocking you clean over where your head cracked painfully against a root of the tree you were sitting under.
You scrunched your eyes tight and tried to will your heart to start beating again and your lungs to cooperate, every part of your body seeming to have tensed out of instinct to protect itself.
âL/N! L/N! Come on, dove, open your eyes.â You heard a voice above you.
Why was the voice so worried? How long were your eyes closed? A gentle hand grabbed your chin and wiggled your head back and forth, causing you to hiss in pain.
âSod...off.â You gritted through your teeth.
The voice chuckled and wiggled your chin once more. âThere she is. Open your eyes for me.â
You hated being told what to do but decided to comply anyways.
You probably should have kept your eyes close because the sight made you feel dizzy for a completely different reason.
Hovering above your frame was Remus Lupin; his knees on the ground beside your elbow, one hand gripping your chin and the other gently moving hair away from your face and head.
âAtta girl.â He said with a smile.
âGet away from me.â You grumbled as you moved to sit up. Though Lupin hissed in protest, he helped you sit up nonetheless.Â
âIs...is she okay?â a timid voice spoke from somewhere behind Lupinâs shoulder causing his expression to darken considerably.
âYou stupid wankers are so dead.â You spat as loudly as you could manage, though in your current state â that wasnât very loud at all.
Your message was received loud and clear, however, as the two Hufflepuffs took off in fear.
âMy sentiments exactly.â Lupin muttered as he turned back to you, jaw still tense.
You snorted indelicately as you brought a hand to your head. âPlease, donât tell me you actually care about me, Lupin.â
You hissed in pain as your hand came in contact with something warm and wet and slightly sticky. You pulled your hand back in front of you to inspect, only for Lupin to grab your hand rather harshly and wipe the blood away with a handkerchief.
âIs it so impossible to believe that we could actually care for you?â He muttered quietly, eyes focused on your hand, pointedly avoiding eye contact with you. You watched as his curls bounced with each wipe of his hand against yours. You thought of his gentle hands brushing hair away from your wound moments before. You thought of him begging you to open your eyes. You thought of him being the first one at your side when you were hurt.
And you thought about Black finding ways to be with you even when you staunchly refused his company. You thought of him taking time out of his day to tell you how âsmoking hotâ you looked that day, even though he said it every day before that, too.
And you thought about Potter who always held the door for you, saved you a seat even though you never accepted it, showered you in affection even though it was public and quite embarrassing. And you thought of the way he always had a smile to give you, even when you gave him no reason to smile at all.Â
It wasnât hard to imagine the three of them caring for anyone, quite frankly. Caring seemed to come second nature to those boys.
âNo.â You admitted quietly. âItâs not impossible to believe that you could actually care. Itâs just impossible to imagine why.â
He stopped rubbing at your hand and met your eye, seemingly contemplating what to say.
âLetâs get you to Madam Pomfrey.â He opted for. âPete, let the boys know where Iâve gone when theyâre finished with practice?â Lupin called over his shoulder.
âI can walk myself, Lupin.â You grumbled as he helped you up by your elbow.
âYeah, yeah.â He grumbled back. âYouâre not a delicate flower, we know.â
The two of you more or less muttered back and forth to each other the entire way to the infirmary, Lupin supporting more of your weight than he likely needed too but you didnât feel the need (nor desire) to complain.
Madam Pomfrey was in the middle of looking after a first year Potions class who accidently set off an explosion of incorrectly brewed Cure for Boils which ultimately left each student (and Professor Slughorn) covered head to toe in painful boils.
âMr. Lupin, if you could clean the wound for me. And Miss. L/N, drink the pain potion. Do not leave until Iâve had a chance to do a proper examination, okay?â She ordered as you positioned yourself more comfortably on the bed after she determined you werenât about to die (or currently crying, as most of the first years were).Â
You took the pain potion dutifully and placed it back on the table beside your bed before you startled at the sudden cold wet cloth on your head.
âYou are not seriously doing this right now, are you?â You spat.
Remusâ eyebrows drew together as his hands continued on in their task. âYou heard the matron; Iâm supposed to clean it.â
âI can clean it myself, Lupin; Iâll conjure a mirror.â You argued, causing the scarred boy to scoff.
âI do what Iâm told L/N, and quite frankly, the matron scares me more than you do.â
âI must be doing something wrong then.â You sighed, thinking you hadnât said that loud enough to be heard, but a startled laugh escaped Lupinâs lips.Â
âWhy do you act so volatile?â He asked amusedly.
âItâs not an act.â
âI call bullshit.â
âWell, you call wrong, then, Lupin. Iâm an arse and I find everyone exhausting. Deal with it.â You snarked sharply.
Lupin breathed a laugh through his nose. âMaybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime, then.â
Rotten bastard and his smooth talk...
âWHERE IS SHE!?â a voice echoed through the corridor just outside the entrance to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey neednât even look up from the boil she was currently draining of puss to know who she was about to scold.
âMr. Potter, I will have you banned from this infirmary so fast if you raise your voice above so much as a whisper, do not try me. That goes for you too, Mr. Black.â She barked; eyes still focused on the first yearâs arm in front of her.
Sure enough, a mop of curly hair, impossibly more wild than usual due to the flight on his broom, poked around the privacy curtains a second before it was joined by a fuming looking Sirius Black.
Potterâs eyes flew to where Remusâ hands were positioned on your head and your stomach lurched at what looked like tears pooling in Potterâs eyes.
âPotter...please, erm, please donât cry?â You asked awkwardly, leaning away from Remusâ touch as you suddenly became very uncomfortable with this amount of attention.
âSheâs alright, Jamie.â Remus sighed, pulling you back over to him gently by the shoulder and continuing his prodding at your wound.
âWho did it?â Sirius spat, arms crossed defensively across his chest and jaw tight as he stared hard at the wound on your head. You were horrified to admit to yourself that he was hot. Youâd never really seen it before, how all the girls in your year (and other years) fawned over the long-haired boy.
But he was currently standing in front of you still adorned in his quidditch gear, hair pulled back into a low bun - though he had many fly-aways on account of his recent time in the air - his cheeks still dusted pink from the assertion, and he was currently fuming on your behalf.
Yeah...he was hot.Â
âEasy.â Remus warned.
âAnswer me!â Sirius spat back.
âPads. I mean it, leave it.â Remus said with finality.
Your eyes darted nervously between the two boys currently staring each other down, but Potterâs eyes were still steadfast on you.
âLet me, Rem.â He finally said gently â the most gently youâd ever heard from the rambunctious boy as he gently moved Remus aside and took over.
âIâm okay, you know.â You offered, not liking how worked up these boys were currently over you.
âI know.â He agreed. âI just hate to see you hurt.â
âWhy?â
âWhy?â
âYeah, why.â You pressed. James looked like you just asked him to calculate the distance between the galaxy of Andromeda and our solar system using the measurement of broomsticks. Â
âI... I donât want to see you hurt?â
âYou want to see Snape hurt.â You countered, causing Jamesâ face to harden.
âSnapeâs a tosser.â He muttered darkly.
âIâm not any nicer than Snape.â
âSee, Y/N. Youâre so smart and lovely and perfect, but you are way off on that front.â James said through a laugh. âSnape is prejudiced, vindictive, and a racist blood supremist. Youâre just combative.â He explained, punctuating the word combative with a gentle boop of your nose.Â
You wanted to break his finger.
But that would be combative, and you would rather die than prove Potter right, so you opted to roll your eyes instead.Â
âDid they even hang around to see if she fucking survived or did they just take off to avoid detention?â Sirius spat at Remus, not looking any calmer than he did when he arrived.
âThey stayed.â You answered tiredly. âThey took off afterwards, and not to avoid detention, but to avoid me.â
âAnd me.â Remus muttered quietly, looking dangerously close to going back out there to find them himself.Â
âDid you threaten them?â Sirius asked severely, though you werenât sure who exactly he had asked.
âYes.â You and Lupin both answered exasperatedly.Â
Sirius looked between the two of you before letting out a sigh. âFine, but if I run into them, Iâm hexing them into oblivion.â
âNot if I get to them first.â You growled.
Siriusâ face finally softened as he sat on the end of your bed and cautiously touched your ankle under the blankets.
âYou sure youâre okay, Y/N?â
And you arenât sure what did it.Â
You werenât sure if it was the softness you saw in Sirius that you were sure you could have never even imagined possible from a person, let alone someone related to the infamous Black family. Or if it was the eyebrows of Remus Lupin that were furrowed in concern as he dutifully watched his boyfriend finish plastering a bandage to your head, or if it was the unbelievable softness of James Potterâs touch â in complete contrast to his fast, rough, bouncing personality that you were usually subjected to.
But dammit, you felt a tear slip down your cheek.
You wiped it away quickly and nodded your head in yes.
You braced yourself for the teasing, the cooing, the dramatic displays of affection. But Sirius quickly stood and disappeared behind the curtains, James began pouring you a glass of water, and Remus reached into his bag for something.
Remus returned to you first, breaking off a square of chocolate for you. âItâll help.â
You were too embarrassed to argue and took it, popping it into your mouth dutifully.Â
âHere.â Sirius said as he appeared back at your bedside, handing you a vial.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, your voice taut with emotion.
Siriusâ eyes softened again as he offered you a sad smile. âCalming draught. You canât have any more pain potion, but this might make you feel better.â
âAnd if not, maybe you can convince Moony to share more of his chocolate.â James commented with a soft smile.
You grimaced at the taste of the potion and chased it with the water James had poured for you.
âThank you.â You admitted quietly, shame colouring your tone as you looked to your lap.
âNone of that.â Remus said as he handed you another piece of chocolate.
You took it skeptically. âWhy do they call you Moony?â
No one said anything for a moment, but you could tell that neither James nor Sirius were moving a muscle as they watched Remus who in turn watched you.
âBecause of my lycanthropy.â He said plainly.
You looked at the various scars before you started to laugh. Siriusâ face drained of all colour while James visibly tensed.
âOf course you are. Remus Lupin. Named after a man raised by wolves and the lupus, or wolf constellation. Oh gods, it was predestined, clearly.â
âAre...are you laughing at me right now?â Remus asked incredulously.
âItâs a little funny...no?â You asked back.
He looked as if he were torn between laughing and crying. âI pour my heart out to you â my deepest darkest secret, and you laugh at me?â He asked again, some amusement colouring his features.
âI told you, Iâm an arse.â You said with a shrug of your shoulders.
âDoes it bother you?â Sirius asked cautiously from the end of your bed, face appearing impassive for all intents and purposes.Â
âI donât see why it should, itâs none of my business.â
âIt could be.â Remus input.
âYou donât want me. Iâm no good, Lupin.â You stressed, looking back down at your hands.
âNeither am I.â Sirius agreed.
âMe neither.â Remus added.
âIâm n-â James started.
âSo what if the only one of us worthy of love and affection here is James?â Sirius said, cutting James off. âItâs not going to stop me from cherishing what I can get - deserved or not.â
You groaned and threw your head back onto the pillow, cringing at the effect the fast movement had on you and the pain that the movement elicited in your neck.
âOkay, what about this.â James conciliated. âYou donât have to agree to be with us, just give us a chance? The time of day? One Hogsmeade trip to let us fawn over you.â
You looked up at his deep brown eyes that felt so warm you wanted to make a home in them. Sirius, in all his bravado, looked pained as he waited for an answer, and Remus smiled encouragingly at you.
âFine!â You acquiesced with a groan. âOne Hogsmeade trip.â
Much to your chagrin, though not really at all, it ended up being way more than just one Hogsmeade trip.
Thank you to @unstablereader who gave us the library handholding prompt đŤś
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TR men reacting to little kids wooing you
Content: reactions
Tropes: established relationship
Warnings: none (lmk if im wrong)
Summary: A little boy, perhaps four or five of age comes waddling over to you two whilst you're out on a date together and offers you a flower, confessing his spontaneous love for you. How does your man react to that?
Vixenâs two cents: hi! This has been sitting in my drafts forever so i need to get it out cause itâs collecting cobwebs. Itâs sort of a random idea but whatever, i found it entertaining. Also im editing this in the car and its giving me a stroke why is the road so fucking uneven? If you have any ideas for me to write please please please my requests ans messages are open! Yeah, let me know if there are any other characters that fit those types and enjoy!
(Takemichi, Chifuyu, Souya, Hakkai, Shinichiro, Sanzu (I donât care what anyone says. Shy Sanzu is forever on my agenda), Inui)
Nearly deceased type, it took him so long to get you. How HOW is this little ass kid wooing you better than he could ever dream of? What the actual fuck was happening? He couldnât believe his eyes when that actual toddler came up to you with a flower, the stem freshly plucked, and a glimmer in the kidâs hopeful eyes. The boy had almost serenaded you the way he sang praises to you: âexcuse me miss, youâre really pretty! Would you accept my flower please?â. And what was even more unbelievable, was when you giggled and accepted the flower giddily. Then the little boy crossed the line: âcan I have a kiss in return Miss?â. And you did. You pecked the cheek of the boy meek two minutes after meeting him! Unbelievable! It took him 3 dates to even hold your hand. Outrizzed by a five year old.
(Nahoya, Mikey, Baji)
Ready to fight the kid. He's deadass about it too, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckels and snapping the kinks in his neck, looking menacingly at that poor little boy. He doesn't care that this may be the kid's first crush, he'll crush him in return. You were his damnit and he was gonna prove it to anyone who tried him. Kids included. When you pull at his arm though, prompting him to calm down, he stops a little. What do you mean you dont want him to establish his dominance? He's genuinely stumped and just kinda stares at you for a second, watching you intensely as you lean down to the boy, whispering something in his little ear and taking the flower from him. The boy giggles at you, his former horror dissipated, instead replaced with a furious blush that spread all the way down his neck and up his ears. He blew you a kiss before skipping away, giddily going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Your boyfriend turns you around by the shoulders immediately and gives you a harmless glare. âWhat the fuck was that about?â But he doesnât get a response, as you just wrap your arms around him and laugh. âYouâre so cute when youâre jealous!â Well⌠that wasnt the answer he was looking for but heâll take it.
(Ran, Shion, Draken, Benkei, Wakasa)
Sitting back and watching the show. He finds the little kids advances hilarious and will gladly watch the little shrimp try to win you over whilst youâre trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. âSo sweets, how old are you anyway?â The boy asks you with a smirk on his face. âToo old for you.â You answer incredulously, just about ready to cry from laughter. âNo no no baby, no one has to know! It can just be between the two of us and thatâs fineeee!â He draws out the syllables and leans one elbow on table you and your boyfriend are sitting at. Your boyfriend all the while has probably pulled out a phone, discreetly filming the whole thing whilst leaning back and hiding his tears. You shoot both boys an amused look and then answer the awaiting kid. âCome back to me in a few years and maybe we can arrange something, yeah?â The little kids eyes widen as he looks at you with a determined smile. âYes! You wonât regret it! And Iâll beat up your wannabe boyfie over here once Iâm strong enough too!â He exclaims and runs off leaving you howling in laughter and your boyfriend, who is suddenly enraged by a child, fumes silently, sending daggers across the room. âRelax baby.â You reach a hand over the table to hold his, wiping the tears from your eyes. âDonât touch me.â He hisses and puts the phone down, crossing his arms in fake offense.
(Hanma, Kokonoi, Izana, Rindou)
The false hope typa guy. In this case, the boy made the mistake of coming up to HIM and innocently asking for your name. âWhy, you like what you see?â Your boyfriend uses language much too mature for the little kid, but he gets a timid response of âyeah, sheâs real pretty..â nevertheless. Your boyfriend chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. âI say go for it, Iâm sure youâve got a chance with her!â The little boy has wide eyes and an open mouth âReally? You sure she doesnât have some super big ân scary boyfriend?â He has to suppress laughter when he answers. âIâm sure she doesnât, go talk to her, ask her for her name and tell her that I said hi too.â And with that, heâs sent the kid on his way. Your boyfriend watches him shyly go up to you and pat your leg slightly to get your attention. He watches you smile down at the little boy and talk to him, your eyes widening and laughing when you exchange a few words with the kid. When he sees fit, he comes stalking over to the two of you and wraps his arm around your waist and smirks at the kid. âHey there.â You greet your boyfriend and turn to look at him. âHave you metââ he guesses that youâre about to introduce him to the little boy but he doesnât care to listen, and leans down to shush your lips with a long, over-the-top kiss, even going as far as to cracking one eye open to look at the little boys horrified face before finally pulling away. Youâre a little dazed and very confused when you look down and find your little admirer gone. You throw your boyfriend an accusing look but he only raises his hands in surrender, claiming innocent with a smug smile on his face.
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hi!! iâve been searching high and low for fanfic since seeing deadpool and wolverine LOL so i was wondering if you could do either head canons or a small fic (whichever you prefer) about deadpool x reader x wolverine? either a poly relationship or both of them trying to compete and woo reader? maybe it could take place during the movie events? tysm!
Your relationship with Wade and Logan oftentimes consisted of them trying to hog your for themselves, which leads to the other getting jealous and or upset, so much so to the point where theyâll end up squabbling over you preferred more.
This is not new as the pair seemingly have something against sharing but overtime it does get better and theyâre less likely to fight over you and who gets your attention.
Theyâve even had it scheduled out at one point but that didnât last as either Wade or Logan would accuse the other of prolonging their time with you to the point it was intersecting with the other pre established times slots.
Logan: Oi scrotum face! Youâve been hogging them five minutes more than established!
Wade, acting coy as he clings onto you; oh am I? Iâm pretty sure my cuddle session was 11:30 until 12:30pm-
Logan: itâs 12:35 dickhead!
Wade: *gasps* oh my gosh youâre right! I guess time mustâve slipped my mind when cuddling my pookie here *boops you on the nose*
Logan: *not too impressed*
When theyâre not at each otherâs throats over who you love more, theyâre wooing you as though youâre not already fucking dating the pair of them. Particularly Wade more so than Logan. đ
Youâd find Wade draped across your bed with a rose held between in his hands, buck naked and with nothing but a pillow to cover his dick or âthe surpriseâ he calls it.
âYou can peg me tonight.â ;) - Wade
âI am so honoured, ass up baby girl.â - you (probably)
Logan isnât use to soft touches of love, he really isnât and so if you were to ever kiss the places where his wounds once were before they healed, heâd melt. His smile is soft as he silently watched you kiss the knuckles, completely unafraid of his claws popping out and or caressing the calluses on his palms. At long last his soul was at ease, his mind was quiet as all Logan could focus on was you being tender and soft with him as though he hadnât lived through the past 200 years of pain, trauma and suffering.
You treated him like he was just Logan Howlett and nothing more, not wolverine, not weapon X, just Logan and only Logan for thatâs who the man sitting next to you was. You helped numb the pain whilst holding his hand through the nights were he awakes breathless and his claws out and ready.
Logan panics if he were to see that he accidentally nicked you with his claws during his nightmares, for hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do, and would try to push you away whenever you tried to get closer to him. He has hurt you and he shouldnât be worthy of your comfort when all he could see was the really small nick on your arm.
âLogan-â
âDonât. I hurt you.â
âItâs only a small cut, Iâm fine Logan please.â
âNo! What if next time I cut you badly?â
Your heart broke whenever he got like this, so naturally you had to force yourself into his arms and make him come to terms with the fact that he would never hurt your willingly and grab ahold of his face, resting your foreheads together as you told him to focus on you and your breathing; showing him that you were alive and well.
Wade might as well have whined when you kissed his skin where wounds shouldâve been before they healed. Theyâre his favourite moments between the two of you and would even imitate it back to you, but without the wounds, so itâs just him kissing your skin wherever whenever. He might even blow raspberries to keep the spirit of your somewhat goofy relationship alive and well.
Wade has photos of your dates, movie nights and such kept in somewhere in his room, whether that he a box or album, he has them and will look at them and smile because heâs a sap for making memories thatâll live forever much like him. He cares deeply about you and would even keep tokens or other random things as mementos too.
Some are more weirder than others.
âThis was a ticket when we went to the arcade.â
âOh this is that stick we both said looks like a penis when we took Dogpool to the dog park.â
âThis was the bandaid that you tried to use to cover my wounds before you found out either of me or wolvie could heal-â
Logan and Wade donât like to share, that we already know, but if someone who wasnât aware of your polyamorous relationship with the two and decided to shoot their shot, theyâd know first hand how much these men donât play with you as Wade verbally beats them down with his crude sense of humour and Logan hovers over you, glaring as the poor person until theyâve ran away with their tail between their legs.
Remy?
Logan would growl and glare at the man while keeping a possessive hand on your waist, tugging you to his side to show that you were taken, or even have you wear his jacket to further get the point across to Remy.
Wade would just make a big joke out of it all the while having his hand in your back pocket. âYou cant have our pookie, go get your own magic mike.â
Also when it comes to cuddling at night your either between Wade and Logan or Logan is in between you and Wade, or Wade is in between you and Logan. It changes now and then but when youâre in the middle of them both, itâs the safest youâll ever be in your entire life, nothing can get to you and you can rest easily knowing that youâve got two men whoâd do anything to keep you safe and secure.
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Yan Cheater
(Fifth official post)
(Characterâs name-Isaiah)
Yan Cheater who shameless cheats on you, the whole town knows, and then smirks when you berate him for his promiscuous ways.
Yan Cheater who always manages to keep you with him, usually by threats of blackmail or begging.Â
Yan Cheater who, despite his hedonistic faults, doesnât want to leave you. He still loves you, but sometimes you bore him.
Yan Cheater who become panicky when you start to ignore, then he starts to throw a fit when you give him the cold shoulder.
Yan Cheater who temporarily halts his promiscuous actions to try and woo you again. He doesnât want to loose you, he loves, really he does! (He doesnât, but heâs too much of a coward to leave you)
âPlease baby, donât leave me! I swear Iâll never do that again!â He begs, desperate to bring you back into his arms. He reaches for you, his arms open and attempts to embrace you.Â
Unfortunately for him, his actions are undesired and therefore you slapped him, then told him to screw off and then  you kicked him out of your house.
Yan Cheater is absolutely devastated when you kick him out, this is a bad sign, what if you leave him? His mood isnât even lifted when that annoying neighbor he hooked up with invites him over. (He rejects her invitation politely, then decides to just wait on the porch until you let him back in or give him his clothes)
Sadly, he doesnât get invited back into your house, nope, instead you toss his clothes out and then you hand him a sleeping bag. You locked him out, he canât understand it and he has no idea how to repair this relationship.
Yan Cheater who mourns your break up, even after weeks have passed. He doesnât understand what happened, he thought for sure that you wouldâve stayed with him. (He knew all your secrets after all) But you didnât care of he told the world about your crimes (not that there were any serious ones going on). In fact you only seemed to encourage him to inform the whole world of what youâve done.
Yan Cheater who still hasnât gotten over you, you and him were dating for so long and he just canât fathom the idea of being separated from you.
Yan Cheater who snaps when he sees you flirting with your best friend, he decides then and there that he will get you back, and nothing will ever separate the two of you again.
Hence he kidnapped you, locked you in his basement (donât  worry itâs fully furnished) executed your best friend, blocked all other contacts on your phone and then began his to try, and salvage your relationship.Â
It doesnât work, but he has all the time in the world to try and itâs not like youâre going anywhere anytime soon.
Yan Cheater who swears to be true to you and to stay with you for all eternity.Â
(Short post today, but enjoy it anyways and feel free to comment)
#yandere cheater x reader#yandere oc#my writing#yandere x reader#yandere#His name is Isaiah#enjoy this short fanfic!#Fifth official post#Isaiah my oc
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gojo satoru x top! amab! reader
cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge
there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many donât realize theyâve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?
he wants to say heâs currently wooing a woman, that heâs in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say heâs out doing badass shit- hell, he canât say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.
his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.
heâs struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.
your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and youâre sure youâve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.
âyou liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?â
the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing âthe strongestâ to a whore and a hole.
âthasâ right.. hu- fuck.â you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. Itâs sloppy, he doesnât know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and heâs making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but youâre also sure heâll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when youâre finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.
âget up.â you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.
âshit, wait!â gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.
âwhat?â you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. âyou want me to stop?â
he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? heâs a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he sayâs no, heâs allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, youâll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.
âno..â
âgood boy.â you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.
itâs been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.
âA-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!â He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long youâve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.
you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. heâs completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.
the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.
through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud ân-no!â echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what heâs addressing.
âwhatâs wrong?â you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. âHCK- Sh- Ughk!â he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.
âi asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?â
his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. âwhatever,â you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. âjusâ means im doinâ a good job.â
you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if theyâll run away. youâre sure heâs cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.
at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. âs-no! shit! cant!â
âyou can.â your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.
your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.
âfuh-fuck.. âtoru, no way.â you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.
a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.
the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.
âoh? we arenât done so soon..â
please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so iâm a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3
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Woo! Iâve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.
ââ
If anyone was to see him now, theyâd definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldnât be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny âwing itâ Fenton planning things? Never.
But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors dâĹuvres from the list.
âAnton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everythingâs working?â
âGot it.â
Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.
âPerfect.â
He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.
Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, heâll have to get the team to readjust those.
Time to check-
âDanny! Howâs it going?â Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.
Danny smiled politely. âMr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?â
âSure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!â
âThatâs a good idea! Good thing youâre about to try a bunch of food.â Danny matched the billionaireâs energy. Heâs going to get paid so good.
âSo, Danny, are you going to college?â
Danny passed him a small sampler. âAh, I canât. Some stuff happened in high school and I donât really have the grades or the money to.â
Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadnât figured out how to transfer those records yet.
âYou could still attend college, Iâm sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?â Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.
Danny sighed. âItâs not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.â
In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.
âOh, I see-â
âFather.â
âWoah!â Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his fatherâs elbow.
âDamian! Whatâs wrong, kiddo?â
Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.
Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm⌠he doesnât have time to adjust everything how he wants it.
Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.
âHey, Clockwork?â
ââ
âFather, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.â
âI was not considering that, Damian.â
Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. âDenial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.â
âYeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.â Tim adjusted his tie. âAnyways, Dick is on his way. Heâs running a little late because of some stuff in BlĂźdhaven.â
âThank you, Tim.â
ââ
âBatman.â
âOracle.â
âLook at the footage of Wayne manor.â Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."
Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)
"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."
"Understood."
ââ
"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."
"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"
Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.
He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.
Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.
Time to subtly grill the kid.
ââ
"Hey, Timmy?"
"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"
"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"
Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.
"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.
"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.
"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.
"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"
"Got proof?"
Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."
"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."
#batman#danny phantom#bruce wayne#himbo brucie wayne#stone cold batman#danny: im just trying to do my job#batdad and batsuspicion duking it out in the corner: i think not#damian wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover
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Jenga and Jealousy
Pairings: Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung
Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)
Word count: 12.6k
Warnings: choking, orgasm denial, Hongjoong is heavily tattooed and pierced, reader is a brat, unprotected sex (wrap it up, pleaseeee!), drinking, oral (F/M receiving), phone sex (sort of?), jealous Kim Hongjoong, pet names (baby, gorgeous, pretty, Kitten), Hongjoong has a Captain kink. Lemme know if I missed anything? lol
Summary: Wooyoung and San attempt to be your wingmen and invite Hongjoong over for a game night. Spicy Jenga makes for a jealous Hongjoong.
SPECIAL THANKS TO @mlwood1498 for helping with the spice when my brain was STUCK
âYah! Y/N! Weâre having a friend over tonight for drinks and games. You cool with that?â Wooyoung shouts from the kitchen where heâs making breakfast for him and San. You go to join him in the kitchen, Wooyoungâs cooking making your mouth water.
âI mean, I guess that depends on which friend, Wooâ you sigh, already knowing itâs gonna happen whether youâd like it to or not. He was only asking out of courtesy. âDid you make some for me, too?â You plead with a pout and big doe eyes you know he canât say no to.
âPftt, of course I did. I definitely donât want you in the kitchen. You almost burned down the entire apartment in your previous attempt to cookâ he says, rolling his eyes ever so dramatically. âAnd the friend is Kim Hongjoong. Ya know, the one youâre always eye fucking?â
Your cheeks turn hot from the blush creeping across them, and San howls with laughter.
âI do NOT!â you scowl as you smack Wooyoung on the shoulder.
He turns away from the stove to face you and sees your bright red face. âIâd say the tomato color you're currently sporting tells me otherwiseâ a soft, veiny hand coming to pinch your cheeks.
âYeah, Y/N. You make it so obviousâ San says through his giggles. âListen, weâre just trying to potentially be your wingmen tonight.â
âI dont NEED wingmen, you assholes!â
âY/N, when was the last time you got a good dick down?â Wooyoung is looking at you, an eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer.
âLook, I donât have a live in fuck toyâ your eyes motioning between him and San. âItâs⌠been a whileâ you sigh dejectedly.
âYeah, Y/N, we knew that. Which is why weâre trying to be good besties here and help you out. Even though you just called me a fuck toyâ San says, feigning offense.
âLooks like weâre getting Y/N some dick tonightâ Wooyoung lets out his high pitched cackle.
âI never even agreed to thisâ you whine. âAnd I think maybe you should pay more attention to your cooking than my sex life, before you burn the apartment down.â
âJust think about it, Y/N. Weâre obviously not gonna force you into anythingâ Wooyoung shrugs.
âDoes he even know the intentions of having him over? How do you know heâd even be down for it? And how would you even know if heâs gonna be a good fuck?â You shoot your questions to Wooyoung and San a million miles a minute.
âFirst off, Y/N. He has an idea of why heâs coming over. Second, if you werenât drooling like a dog over that man, you would also notice the way he eye fucks you right back. So I know heâs more than down. I just didnât want to give him any expectations, in case, ya know, you were gonna turn down some dick from the man of your dreams.â
Wooyoung always has to tease. God, you canât stand him sometimes.
âAnd as far as your third question, Iâm not going to go into too much detail on how I know. Just know that I do.â
After the three of you finish breakfast (which was amazing of course, living with Wooyoung was like having a personal chef) you head to your room and flop down on your comfy bed. You unlock your phone and open instagram to mindlessly scroll for a bit. Except the moment you open it, Kim Hongjoong is staring back at you.
You stare, open mouthed, at the insanely gorgeous photo heâs posted. His dark brown undercut styled perfectly. The wink, further drawing you in with his long, pretty eyelashes and the eyebrow piercing bringing attention to his well shaped brows. The simple diamond stud adorning his left nostril. The neck tattoos peeking from the collar of his button up. And at last, the part of the photo that had you thinking that maybe this night might not be such a bad idea after all. His pierced tongue poking through his perfect set of teeth and plump, shiny, also pierced lips.
You lock your phone and toss it across your bed. You scream into your pillow with frustration, thoughts of what Hongjoong could do with that pretty mouth flooding your brain. How good that sharp nose would feel against your clit as you ride his face, fucking into you with his (most likely) very experienced, jeweled tongue. The thoughts made the temperature in the room become increasingly uncomfortable.
âFuck, I need to get a gripâ you say to yourself as you push yourself up until youâre sitting on your knees in the middle of your bed. The bed that may soon be occupied with you and Hongjoong, playing out your current fantasies.
You rummage through your messy dresser drawers in search of something sexy and unexpected to put under the baggy sweats and sweatshirt you were planning on wearing tonight. After some digging around, you find your full body leather harness that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. This way, if things go right, Hongjoong will be pleasantly surprised. And if this doesn't go as planned, you donât look like you were desperate for his touch.
At the particular moment you decide to toss the harness onto you bed, Wooyoung and San decide to burst into your room, unannounced.
âYa, have yall ever heard of knocking? Scared the shit out of me! And what if I was standing here naked!?â
âRelax, Y/N. Itâs nothing we havenât seen beforeâ Wooyoung says casually, ignoring your dramatics. âBesides, the only person Iâm really interested in seeing naked is San. And maybe Hongjoong.â
San raises an eyebrow and side eyes Wooyoung. âYou canât be for real, Woo?â
âWhat!? I've heard some things and I wanna know if theyâre true. Thatâs all.â Wooyoung shrugs, as if thatâs something completely normal to say in front of your boyfriend.
âWait, what kind of things?â you ask, curiosity lighting you on fire.
âY/N, I already told you, you arenât getting a word out of me. And from the looks of what youâve got picked out, youâre planning on finding out for yourself.â He nods his head to your chosen fit for the night.
âIs that all youâre wearing tonight?â San seems a little surprised, as youâre usually not that forward. âKinda just screams âIâm desperate, come fuck me nowââ he chuckles.
âNo, you fucking dummy! Iâm wearing sweats and a sweatshirt over it!â
âAhh, get him with the element of surprise. Ok, I see you, Y/N.â Wooyoung smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
âWhat the hell did you guys even come in here for in the first place?â
âOh, we wanted to know if you wanted to go to the store with us to grab snacks and drinks for tonight. Weâre leaving in 5.â San takes Wooyoung by the hand and they head back to the living room.
You throw on a simple graphic tee and ripped black jeans for your endeavor to the store. You head to meet San and Wooyoung in the living room. âOk, letâs goooo!â
The entire ten minute ride to the store consisted of Wooyoung and San hounding you with questions about the evening that was about to unfold.
âSo youâre really about to let us be your wingmen tonight, huh?â
âWooyoung, I swear to God if you donât shut up. Iâm going to spend the entire night in my room.â
âAw, come on Y/N. I know Hongjoong is really looking forward to tonight.â San joining in on Wooyoungâs teasing as your cheeks begin to turn a rosy pink.
âUgh, letâs just go grab what we need and get back home. Iâm in desperate need of a showerâ you sigh as Wooyoung parks the car.
You guys grab a cart and begin filling it with an array of chips and candy. San tosses in a box of pepero.
You shoot San a questioning glance. âAnd what are those for, San?â
âOh, you already know Y/N,â a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.
You give yourself a harsh face palm and slide your hand down your face. They really were trying incredibly hard to make tonightâs tensions as high a possible.
Heading into the aisles of alcohol, Wooyoung picks up the cheapest, probably most vile option he could find for vodka. âThis should work!â
âWoo, thatâs literally the worst option out of everything here!â
âDuh, Y/N, itâs supposed to be a punishment, not enjoyable.â
âPunishment?â A perplexed look crosses your face.
âYeah, weâre playing a game with certain challenges. But if you decide not to follow through, your punishment is a double shot of this shit,â he says waving the bottle in his hand. âAmong other rules weâll explain when Hongjoong arrives.â
âWhy do I not trust this?â
Defeated, the three of you head to go check out with the massive amount of snacks and the bottle of alcohol youâve thrown into the cart.
Upon returning home, you help San and Wooyoung unpack everything and you rush to your room in order to get yourself prepared for tonightâs events. You definitely need an âeverythingâ shower.
You step into your private bathroom, and turn the shower on to a comfortable setting. Youâre going to be there for a while. This is the first time youâve gotten laid in at least a year. First impressions matter, and you wanted to make a damn good one on Hongjoong.
Stepping under the warm water, calming your nerves just a little, you lather yourself with your favorite vanilla and jasmine soap. You deep condition your hair (if his hands end up in it, you want him to enjoy the feel of your soft hair). You make sure everything is smoothly shaven. You hop out and lather yourself with your matching body lotion and wrap your fluffy towel around you to head back to your room.
Staring at the leather contraption on the bed, you realize youâve never actually worn this particular item before.
âHey, fuckers! I need help!â you shout through the apartment.
âSan and Wooyoung at your serviceâ both bowing as they enter your room and try to stop the giggles from escaping.
You hand them the puzzling pieces of leather and wonder why you even bother wearing anything at all at this point.
âI canât figure this out,â you whine, a pout decorating your lips.
âOh, Iâve got this!â Woo says ever so cockily. âDrop the towel, babe.â
Hesitant for a second, you remember that being roommates for so long, theyâve definitely seen their fair share of your body, so you toss your towel aside.
San and Wooyoung work quietly, bending, twisting, poking, and prodding you until youâre fully situated in the body harness, that does nothing to cover, and everything to accentuate.
Wooyoung turns you around to admire their work. San lets out an appreciative whistle. âIf Hongjoong doesnât fuck you stupid once he sees this, heâs insane.â
âOk, ok, get out now!â You hurry them out of your bedroom, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hongjoong is supposed to arrive in a half an hour. Youâve got to throw on your sweats and sweatshirt, and try to relax and calm yourself before the man of the hour shows up. You busy yourself with prepping the snacks for the night.
As soon as youâve spread out the snacks, vodka, and shot glasses on the glass coffee table, you sit down, nerves finally calm, and the doorbell chimes loudly, startling you.
âHey, Y/N you want to go answer that?â San says cheekily.
âDo I have a choice?â you banter back, rolling your eyes.
You shove yourself off the couch and head across the living room to make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before carefully opening it, finally coming face to face with Hongjoong. He flashes you a smile with those perfect teeth and you catch yourself looking at the lip ring shining right in the middle of his plump bottom lip. God, those lips look so kissable. Heâs dressed in a black button up and dark denim Leviâs.
âHey, Y/N!â his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
âHey, Hongjoong!â You smile back as you step aside to let him in. He kicks off his heeled boots and sets them by the door.
He follows you into the living room, where Wooyoung and San are comfortably spread out on the larger couch, leaving the small love seat to you and Hongjoong. Nice play, boys.
âHey, Joong!â the boys greet in unison.
âHey! Thanks for inviting me over. Iâm excited to have a night to relax. Iâm usually so busy working on music that I just donât ever have time to do stuff like this!â
âOf course! Sit back and relax, man.â Wooyoung gestures to the love seat that youâre currently standing behind.
He plops down and makes himself comfortable. All three of them have noticed you still have yet to move from your spot. Hongjoong tilts his head back to look at you, his exposed, tattooed neck looking really suckable right about now.
âYou can come sit with me. I donât bite. Unless, ya know, youâre into that sort of thing? I donât judge,â he snickers, and again, for the nth time tonight, your cheeks heat up with blush.
You sit down next to him, hugging your knees to your chest, as thatâs your most comfortable way to sit. âDonât start your shit, Kim Hongjoong.â
âOoo, someoneâs feisty!â he teases, and you lightly smack his arm. Just from the slight impact, you can tell heâs got some impressive arms under his button up. San and Wooyoung are watching the whole thing unfold and canât help but howl with laughter at the exchange.
As the laughter from the two dies down, Wooyoung suggests putting on a movie. âHow about a scary movie, Y/N? Your favorite!â
You shoot Woo the most evil side eye you can manage. Your roommates know you despise scary movies.
Hongjoong notices the interaction and begins to taunt you. âWhat? Are you scared Y/N?â
âPffftt, no? Why would I be scared? Itâs just a movie.â
Hongjoong gives a knowing smile and youâre definitely going to make Wooyoung pay for this later.
San and Wooyoung get comfortable on the couch and the intro to the movie begins. Hongjoong decides to make himself comfortable as well, turning so his back is resting against the arm of the love seat, one foot on the floor, the other resting gently behind you.
âCome here, Y/N, relax a little.â Hongjoong puts his arms around your waist and pulls you to sit between his legs, your back resting against his well defined chest. He wrestles a blanket hanging from the back of the couch and places it over the two of you. He nuzzles into your neck and you can hear him sharply inhale.
âDamn, Y/N, you smell amazing,â he whispers into your ear, and the ghost of breath that tickles your ear gives you goosebumps and sends shivers down your spine.
You try to ignore your growing arousal at being so close to him. âPay attention to the movie, Joongâ you whisper back.
The moment you both focus your attention back to the screen is the very moment a scene makes you jump and you pull the blanket over your face, partly to hide your embarrassment, and partly from fear.
You hear Hongjoong chuckling lowly in your ear. âItâs just a movie, right Y/N? Not scared, my ass.â
You return his teasing by repositioning yourself onto your side and placing a harsh bite right to his bicep. His eyes widen just a bit, and you see the fire ignite in them behind his long lashes. He snakes his arm up your body and places his hand, decorated with tattoos and rings on your throat, not squeezing, but resting it there, and he feels you gulp.
His voice vibrating against your ear that is now resting against his chest, âMmm, so you do enjoy biting. You better be careful, Kitten.â he warns.
Through the remainder of the movie his hand stays placed on your neck, rubbing against the unmarked skin with his thumb. You hadnât paid attention to a damn thing that happened in that movie since he wrapped that pretty custom necklace around you.
The credits begin rolling and you receive a quizzical look from Wooyoung and San. âWhat are you guys doing over there?â
âSomeone doesnât know how to keep their teeth to themselves.â Hongjoong says with a cocky smirk.
âOh, yeah. That doesnât surprise me. She learned from the best, see?â Wooyoung giggles as he grabs Sanâs arm and sinks his teeth into his forearm.
âYah, Woo! What the fuck was that for?â
âSince when do I ever have a reason for biting? Itâs just fun!â Wooyoung simply says with a shrug
Hongjoong is amused by the quarrel between the two boyfriends.
âI have to agree with you, Woo. Itâs definitely fun.â You hear the mischief in his voice before you even realize whatâs happening. He tilts your head to the side and nips the bare skin of your neck. This elicits a moan from you and you quickly slap your hand over your mouth. âMmm, so responsive, Kitten.â
Wooyoung leaves the comfort of Sanâs lap, stands up and claps his hands together, pulling you from the trance Hongjoong has placed you in. âOk, whoâs ready for drinks and drunk Jenga!?â
âWhat the fuck is drunk Jenga, Woo?â curiosity coming through in your voice.
âOk, here. Let me explain. So me and San have taken the liberty of writing little challenges on each of the blocks. So when you pull your block, you either do what the block says, or take your punishment, in the form of two shots. If you knock the tower down, you must sit in the lap of another player for the rest of the game. The others get to decide who.â
âAlright, letâs get the real party started!â exclaims Hongjoong.
Wooyoung heads to grab the game while everyone else repositions themselves in their spots to have better access to the coffee table.
Wooyoung returns and begins setting up the blocks, while you try sneaking a peek at whatâs written on them.
âYah! Y/N, if you try cheating, Iâm gonna give you your punishment now!â
âOk, ok. Iâll behave!â Hongjoong snickers next to you.
âAnd what exactly is so funny, Joong?â
âYou saying youâll behave. That might be true. For the moment.â He leans to whisper into your ear âBut Iâm planning on changing that, Kitten.â The pet name made your head spin and your pussy throb.
With the game finally set up, itâs a battle of rock, paper, scissors to find out who is the first victim of the Jenga blocks. This of course happens to be you.
You kneel in front of the coffee table and steady your hands to pull out a block. San and Wooyoung know you are the worst at Jenga. Despite that, you expertly pull a block from near the top of the stack and internally face palm yourself.
âFeed someone a sipâ you read aloud.
San and Wooyoung are whooping with excitement and they both immediately decide that this will be a challenge for you and Hongjoong.
âYou ok with that, Joong?â asks San.
âYeah, of course. Iâm not a pussy.â he snickers.
You roll your eyes at his cockiness and pour a shot of the vile alcohol. Shot in hand, you straddle Hongjoongâs lap, taking him by surprise.
âNot so cocky now, huh, Joongi?â mischievous grin spreading across your face. Your free hand roughly grips his chin and tilts his head back, his eyes widening in shock as he bites his plump, pink lips.
âOpen up for me Joongâ you assert in a very seductive tone. He does as told, and you pour the shot into his waiting mouth. He swallows and lets out a noise confirming his distaste for the bitter spirit.
You press yourself against him and lower your lips to his ear. âGood boyâ your breath ghosts against him.
Wooyoung is loving your controlling behavior towards Hongjoong and is smacking Sanâs leg, trying to control himself from embarrassing you and ruining your feisty streak. You slowly climb off Hongjoongâs lap and reclaim your spot next to him on the loveseat. Hongjoong is still speechless and reeling from the pet name. After a few moments, he murmurs out a soft âfuck, Iâm in for a hell of a nightâ to himself.
âDidnât expect Y/N to give you a run for your money did you, Joong?â Wooyoung giving his best witch cackle.
âI mean, sheâs always so quiet and shy. But they do say those are the ones you should watch out for. I should have known better. Itâs ok, two can play that game, right Kitten?â Hongjoong shoots you a sideways glance.
You pressing your thighs together to help control the heat that is radiating from your core doesnât go unnoticed by him. Heâs not the only one in for a long night.
Next is Sanâs turn.
âSlap an ass. Oh come on, why did we even put this? This is too easy! Weâre all in agreement that this is a Woo and I challenge?â
âAbsolutelyâ you and Hongjoong agree together.
âHow do you want me, Sannie?â Wooyoung urges.
âHmmm, letâs make it a little more interesting shall we? Pants down and across my lap, Youngie.â
Wooyoungâs cheeks flush red at the request, but follows Sanâs orders and pulls his pants down enough to give San full access to his firm, toned ass, and climbs across Sanâs lap, ass in the air.
âAwww, donât be shy now. You know you enjoy the attention, baby.â
Wooyoung whines low in his throat at the comment and prepares himself. San gently rubs Wooyoungâs cheeks before pulling his arm back as far as possible and landing an extremely hard, loud slap to Wooyoungâs right ass cheek. He lets out a whiny moan at the impact and buries his face as best as he can to hide the fucked out look he probably has on his face right now.
âDonât hide. Stand up, pretty, let them see.â
San helps him stand and turns him around, ass on display for you and Hongjoong.
âHeâs not gonna be able to sit for like a week, San. Damn.â Hongjoong lets out a long whistle at the bright red, swollen handprint adorning Wooyoungâs ass.
âHeâs usually used to this shit by now, but like damn, thatâs an impressive one, for sure, Sanâ you add.
San pulls Wooyoungâs boxers and pants back up and Wooyoung kneels at the coffee table to take his turn. Wooyoung pulls a block from near the bottom of the stack, the tower wavering a little, but he manages to pull it out without incident.
âLick? Mmm, shirt off, Sannie.â
San quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere onto the floor. He places his huge arms across the back of the couch and spreads his legs. Wooyoung drops to his knees in front of San and lightly runs his hands up his thighs to rest on his petite waist. Wooyoung licks his lips, and San looks down at them, adoring his singular dot that embellishes his bottom one. Wooyoung then takes his wet, slippery tongue and starts from Sanâs navel, languidly licking up the middle of his body. He runs his tongue right up the middle of his rock hard abs. He stands, tongue never leaving his boyfriend's body, and perches himself on Sanâs lap while continuing to run his hands up his body, rubbing his thumbs over Sanâs perked nipples, as his tongue finally reaches his neck.
San moans at the sensation and Wooyoung can feel his dick twitch beneath him.
âMmm, you like that, Sannie?â Wooyoung hums in his ear.
San takes a hand and places it on Wooyoungâs neck, pushing him back gently. âStop being a brat, Youngie.â
You catch movement from Hongjoong out of the corner of your eye, and you can tell heâs desperately trying to regain some confront from the bulge thatâs forming in his jeans from the Woosan interaction. And youâd be lying if you said you werenât absolutely drenched from watching them either.
âDamn, Iâm feeling a little lonely over hereâ teases Hongjoong, eyes dark.
âWell, itâs your turn next, Joong. See what fate lies for you in the Jenga blocks.â Wooyoung nods to the tower in the middle of the coffee table.
âAlright, here goes nothing!â Again, another amazing player at Jenga, Hongjoong plucks the block from the tower easily.
âBlowjob shot?â he reads with a raised eyebrow. âOk, so who am I taking this off of?â
âI vote Woo!â you and San blurt out at the same time. Hongjoong chuckles in amusement and pours a shot bringing it over to Wooyoung to get started on their challenge.
âYou arenât gonna back out Joongi?â you say playfully.
âKitten, I never back down from a dare.â Still half hard, he taps Wooyoungâs knee to get him to spread his legs enough for him to fit himself in between them and places the shot glass onto his lap. He crosses his hands behind his back and places his pierced lips around the top of the glass and tosses his head back, downing the shot effortlessly.
âDamn, that was fucking hotâ you whisper breathlessly.
You are a mess right now. And if the smirk on Hongjoongâs face when he heads back to sink into his spot next to you is any indication, he knows.
Hongjoongâs inked hand grips your thigh tightly, too close to where you want them, but not close enough. âLooks like weâre back to you, Y/N.â
You study the tower, looking for a block to pull thatâs not going to cause the tower to crumble. You find the perfect one and slip it out of its spot.
âBody shot! Ok, this one is actually kind of fun.â
San and Wooyoung give you a look and you already know once again that youâre paired with Hongjoong for this challenge.
Running his jeweled tongue over his perfect lips, he quips âBody shots are definitely fun Y/N. Letâs do it.â
You stand to grab the bottle of death from the table as Hongjoong lays himself across the love seat, hands behind his head thatâs resting on the arm.
âGotta unbutton the shirt, Y/Nâ he gestures cockily with his eyes to the neatly pressed button down.
You roll your eyes at him, climb onto his muscular thighs, and begin working the buttons, starting from the top. When you make it towards the bottom of his neatly tucked shirt, you pull it from his pants and slide it off of him.
The sight before you makes your jaw drop slightly. His intricately tattooed chest, and huge pecs lead you right to his perked nipples, each sporting a metal barbell. Your tongue tingles and mouth waters with the need to taste and tease them. Hongjoong moves his legs a bit to snap you back to reality.
âLike what you see, huh Y/N?â devilish smirk playing across his lips. âYouâve still got a challenge to complete.â
You can feel your body heating up as you slide further down to position yourself comfortably enough to pour the shot into his navel and take it. As you go to pour it, two things stop you in your tracks. The first, the dangly chrome silver star bringing attention to where your mouth is soon to be. The second, the sailor font showing just over the waistband of his dark denim jeans. The strength of your curiosity outweighs any rational thought, as you pull his waistband down just enough to see the full script.
âCaptain?â you quirk up an eyebrow.
âIt was a dare,â he shrugs. âAnd I told you I will never back down from a dare, Kitten. But, focus now. Youâre keeping everyone waiting.â
Without further hesitation, you pour the bitter liquid into his navel and very slowly and deliberately lap it up. Hongjoong removes his hands from behind his head, placing one on the back of yours as you continue to lick and suck, knowing damn well the shot is long gone. Hongjoong is fully hard as he grips your hair, gently lifting you off of his abdomen and looking through his long lashes, down at you with hunger filled eyes.
âI think itâs gone now, Y/Nâ he manages to breathe out.
âDamn Y/N, you trying to suck his soul out through his belly button?â Wooyoung pesters.
âYeah, you did a number on him just nowâ says San, having to add in his two cents, of course.
âI was just doing the challenge, like you guys saidâ you brush off their teasing as you clamber off Hongjoong so he can move his legs to give you back your spot on the love seat.
âHell of a way to do that, Y/Nâ Hongjoong spits out.
The rotation has made its way back to San who pulls a âdicks drinkâ block. All three men pour their shots and down them, less than enthusiastic.
âGod, that really does taste like shitâ Wooyoung chokes out.
âTold you, asshole!â you say, giggling at their suffering.
Next up is Wooyoung, carefully choosing his block as they are becoming fewer, and the possibility of the tower crashing down becomes greater. A playful smile fills his face as he shows the group the block reading âPepero gameâ. Wooyoung leans to whisper into Sanâs ear, and he definitely enjoyed what he heard.
âOk, since me and San have already decided, and majority rules in this game, Y/N, come here. Youâre doing this one with me.â Your eyes widen but you honestly arenât the least bit surprised. Wooyoung has always loved stirring the pot.
You raise yourself from the loveseat and head over to Wooyoung, Pepero already waiting in his mouth. San scoots over a bit, giving Wooyoung room to scoot over, so you can sit comfortably next to him. As you sit, your eyes glance over at Hongjoong for a brief moment, noticing his tense posture and the clench of his jaw.
Feeding off the fact that you know Hongjoong is becoming increasingly jealous, you take Wooyoungâs face in your hands, and the Pepero into your mouth. You take small, slow bites, the stick disappearing between your lips until theyâre centimeters from Wooyoungâs. You close the almost nonexistent gap between the two of you, and press your lips to his. The kiss starts off leisurely, but grows needy rather quickly. You and Wooyoung sharing moans into each others mouths. You partly blame the alcohol. And the rest of the blame goes to Hongjoong, for working you up the entire night.
San sees how hot things are getting between the two of you, and Hongjoongâs extremely pissed off expression that heâs trying unsuccessfully to hide, and decides to interject.
âAlright, challenge over you two!â
San is pulling Wooyoung back and your lips part with a wet pop. You both are panting, trying to catch your breath. In spite of Hongjoongâs jealousy, he is insanely hard, and is fighting every voice in his mind to take you right now in front of San and Wooyoung, and let them know who you really belong to.
You happily make your way back over to Hongjoong, knowing you have very successfully riled him up.
âHow ya feeling, Joongi?â
He turns himself on the loveseat, grips your neck in warning, cold rings giving you chills, pulls your ear to his mouth and growls.
âOh, you thought that shit was cute, huh Y/N?â
Gulping at the suddenness of his aggressive behavior, but being the brat that you are, you decide to see how far you can push his buttons.
âJudging from the way your dick is straining against your jeans, Iâd say you thought so too, Joong.â
âIâd watch your mouth if I was you, Kitten.â
âHmm, does it do tricks?â you say with a giggle as you go cross eyed attempting to look at your own mouth. Hongjoong lets out an exasperated growl and pushes you away by the throat.
He turns his attention back to the tower on the table and seals his fate for his turn.
âKiss. Hmmm, since Iâm the guest tonight, Iâm vetoing the majority rules.â
Thereâs a fire in his eyes as he beckons San over. âSan, come here.â
San opens and closes his mouth a few times, thinking of protesting, but heads over to you and Hongjoong on the loveseat.
Hongjoong stands just before San reaches him, and grabs San by the shirt and aggressively throws him onto the seat next to you. He knows youâre just as riled up as he is, and heâs gonna make you watch. Payback is a bitch. Hongjoong perches himself onto Sanâs lap and you and Wooyoung exchange shocked glances.
Hongjoong wraps his arms around Sanâs neck and begins lapping and leaving hot, wet kisses from his neck, to his ear, along his sharp, defined jawline, until he makes it to Sanâs lips. San is losing any ounce of control as he grabs Hongjoongâs tiny waist, as Hongjoong begins grinding against him, seeking the slightest bit of friction to help his raging hard on. San and Hongjoong are a mess of teeth, tongue, saliva, and throaty moans, and youâre convinced if Hongjoong was pantless, they would absolutely be fucking each other right here in front of you and Wooyoung.
Nothing can hide just how aroused you are at this point, a wet patch soaking through your sweatpants. Wooyoung doesnât seem to be faring any better. You know how much he enjoys watching, so this is torture for him. Hongjoong finally parts from San, resting their foreheads together with a breathy âfuckâ, and Wooyoung lets out a low whine.
âHaha, thatâs karma for you twoâ San grins, looking at you and Wooyoung.
âThatâs so unfairâ you squeak out.
Hongjoong slips off of where he was perched on Sanâs lap, allowing him to return to his very horny boyfriend on the opposite couch. Hongjoong notices the wet spot youâre currently dealing with and shows a toothy smile.
âJudging from that nice wet spot, I bet you thought that shit was cute, huh?â throwing your words back at you.
âFuck you, Joong.â
âOh, you will.â
You shoot him daggers as you go to pull yet another block from the dwindling tower.
âStrip and sit on someoneâs lap for a turn. Really guys?â you whimper.
âYes, really. And me and Youngie have already decided whose lap thatâs gonna be. Come here, pretty.â San motions you over. âAny objections, Joong?â
Hongjoong is balling up his fists so hard that his white knuckles are showing through his meticulously tattoos hands.
âNope, none at allâ venom seeping through his clenched teeth.
San and Wooyoung are fully prepared for what youâre wearing underneath your baggy clothes. Hongjoong, on the other hand, has no idea, and his dick is already leaking profusely. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to wait out your turn.
âCome on babe, lose the clothesâ Wooyoung provokes.
You swiftly remove your sweatshirt and sweatpants and toss them aside. In nothing but your skimpy leather harness, that leaves the best parts of you completely exposed, you settle yourself onto Sanâs waiting lap. Your soaked pussy is already leaving a mess on Sanâs pants, and feeling his hard dick underneath you is doing nothing to help matters.
âJoong-ahâ San coos at Hongjoong who still hasnât taken a glance in your direction. âCome on. Look at how pretty Y/N isâ San purrs right next to your ear, making you clench around nothing.
Hongjoong lifts his head from its resting place, eyes still tightly shut as he rubs his face with his hands in frustration. He drops his hands from his face as he hesitantly begins to open his eyes, letting out a long, deep breath in the process. The second his eyes land on you, every bit of sanity he was holding on to has dissipated. His dark eyes are ablaze, and heâs licking his lips furiously with his pierced tongue. His decorated hands head for his neatly styled locks and he begins pulling at them in want. No. NEED. He needs to taste you, to feel you. IMMEDIATELY.
âFuck, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?â Hongjoong says with the neediest whine you think youâve ever heard come from a man.
Now that Hongjoong is focused on you, in an attempt to add fuel to both yours and Hongjoongâs fire, San places feather light touches across your body. Ghosting his fingers up and down your arms, your thighs, your sides, your neck. You shiver, despite the heat coursing through you.
âShit, my lap is wetâ San moans out, making eye contact with Hongjoong over your shoulder.
Hongjoongâs forearms are resting across his thighs, hands folded together, and if looks could kill, San would be a dead man. Envy is pouring off of Hongjoong in waves, and something about that is insanely fucking attractive to you. Wooyoung is whining and whimpering next to you and San, desperate for a tinge of attention.
San cups his boyfriendâs dick, straining desperately against his tight jeans. âBe a good boy, and be patient.â
âOk, my turnâ San says, completely unphased by the death glare given by Hongjoong.
He contemplates for a minute on which block to pull. He pulls his choice and the tower threatens to fall, but his quickness prevents the catastrophe.
âTake a shot, simple enough. Y/N, will you pour me one?â You slide off of Sanâs lap, onto your knees in front of the table to pour the shot, Hongjoongâs eyes following your every move.
San unconsciously clears his throat, yanking Hongjoong from his thoughts of you on your knees for him. Hongjoong glances at the man across from him, only to see the ever present dark patch now covering Sanâs lap from your leaking pussy.
You place yourself back into Sanâs lap, handing him the shot that he downs in one quick swallow, burning be damned. Hongjoong is running the barbell in his tongue across his teeth, giving himself anything to focus on but the sting of jealousy bubbling under his skin.
âItâs your turn, pretty,â San directs at Wooyoung. Wooyoung takes his pick, the tower is almost useless at this point, and you know at your turn, this thing is definitely crumbling.
Wooyoung pulls âkissâ and needily engulfs Sanâs lips, the latter swallowing Wooyoungâs moans and gasps. They disconnect with a wet smack, saliva still connecting them until San licks his lips. âMy needy boy,â Sanâs smooth voice says to Wooyoung.
Hongjoong is up next, beyond ready to be completely finished with this game of pure torture and takes the last logical option to keep the tower at bay. He doesnât even bother reading the block aloud, fearful his voice will betray the possessiveness heâs trying to hide at watching you on Sanâs lap, reveling in his touches. He simply tosses the block on the table and strips down to his boxers.
âAh, lose pants,â a devilish smirk taking over Sanâs features.
Your mouth is watering. You can see the imprint of Hongjoongâs huge, thick cock begging to be freed. You swallow hard and lick your lips, trying your best not to drool at the sight.
It is again your turn and you have no possible way of not knocking down the tower. You attempt anyways, choosing one from the middle, and pull the block out halfway before all remaining pieces tumble down onto the table.
âHA! You have to sit in someoneâs lap for the rest of the game,â Wooyoung shrieks.
âIâm already in Sanâs lap though?â Hongjoong shoots you a look that you can immediately decipher.
âNo, no babe. You have to sit in someone elseâs. San, send her over to Joong.â
San pats your strap covered hip, silently ordering you to stand. You stand, but hesitate to head over to Hongjoong, the glint in his eyes enough to send your full body into a mess of goosebumps. Wooyoung begins resetting the tower as you take slow, calculated steps towards a very angry, very horny Hongjoong. As you reach him and turn to sit in his lap, he grips your hips with such strength, you know it will leave bruises later, and you yelp as he pulls you down onto him.
Wooyoung almost has the Jenga game ready to play again, but you decide now is a good time to test just how far Hongjoongâs sanity has gone by wiggling your ass just slightly against his throbbing dick. He bites down onto the flesh of your shoulder hard, leaving a deep indent of his perfect teeth and you let out something between a sigh and a moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
âYou know what, fuck this!â Hongjoong finally lets his resolve break, and Wooyung and San jump at his sudden outburst. âIâm done with this fucking game.â
He stands the both of you up and roughly flings you over his shoulder and makes his way to your room.
âJoong, what are you doing?â You protest, hands flailing, trying to find some form of stability.
âWhat I should have done when I first got here, instead of playing that damn game. You think itâs fun to tease, Kitten? Just you wait.â
âHaha, oh shit. Sheâs in trouble,â Wooyoung says to San, failing miserably to hold in his laughter.
You reach your room and Hongjoong swiftly places you down and slams the door and clicks the lock in place. He turns to you, features insanely feral, grabs you around your throat, just enough to catch you off guard and pins you against the door. He places hot, messy kisses up your neck to you ear.
âI need to know that you fully consent to what is about to take place, Y/N.â You hum your approval in response. He nips the lobe of your ear, âI need words, Kitten.â
âYes, Joong. Please,â you manage between pants.
âMm, no baby, tonight itâs âCaptainââ he growls as he forcefully slides his leg in between yours.
You grind hard against his thigh as heâs kissing you like his life is dependent on it, hand still wrapped neatly around your throat. The mix of his lip and tongue piercing as heâs tongue fucking your mouth makes your pussy throb.
âLook at you, already a fucked out mess and you havenât even gotten my cock yetâ his whispers against your lips.
âJumpâ he demands, and you do as told, and he grips you tight as you wrap legs around his tiny, slutty waist.
He carries you to your bed and with no regard for safety, tosses you onto it. He pulls you to the edge of it, his arms wrapped around your thighs, as you squeak at the sudden movement.
âYou enjoy teasing, huh, Y/N?â he grits out as he rolls his rock hard cock against you, drenching his thin boxers in your juices.
He kneels before you as his hot breath tickles your core. âTwo can play that game, Kitten.â
âHongj-!â A sharp slap, followed by a bite to your inner thigh springs a low grunt from you and stops his name from escaping your lips.
âHow quickly you forget, gorgeous. I told you, itâs Captain.â
You prop yourself onto your forearms and with one arm, your hand grips his dark locks with an unnecessary amount of force, trying to guide his face to your dripping pussy.
âCaptain, pleaseâ you whine needily. He removes your hand from his hair.
âWhere has that cocky little attitude gone, Y/N, hmmm?â he mocks you, looking at you from between your legs, eyes hazy behind his long, pretty eyelashes. âKeep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise. Whatâs your safe word, Kitten?â
âUtopiaâ you manage through bated breath.
Once he gets that final piece of information, he begins nipping the flesh of your thigh from your knee, almost to your throbbing heat, very slowly. You lay yourself back down as you fist the sheets in an effort not to place your hands on that beautiful man, who is determined to take you apart piece by piece. You feel his ministrations stop for a few moments, and you think you have a moment to catch your breath. Before you can take a full breath of air, his hot, wet tongue delves past the strap barely covering your dripping cunt. He groans as the taste of you explodes on his tongue.
He rests his head against your thigh for a moment and sucks in a few deep breaths. âFuck Kitten, you taste so good. Been dreaming about this for months. It's seriously been fucking with my head, you have no idea what you do to me.â. You stare down your body at him, trembling at the dark look he returns as he leans in again and drags the hard ball of his tongue piercing between your slick swollen folds.
Your head falls back and you arch as the jewel teases over your clit. He hums and groans as he explores you, his hands holding your thighs open in a bruising grip. âFuck Y/N the things I want to do to you,â he groaned against you, the vibrations of his raspy voice against your core driving you wild.
âC-Captain, please!â you whine.
âMm, what is it Kitten?â he asked, nipping at your thigh with sharp teeth. âAm I making you feel good, baby?â
âYesâŚbut please let me touch you,â you beg.
He reluctantly leaves his spot from the floor and towers over you as you scoot back to give him room between your legs on the bed. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as he grabs your hands and runs them over his body. He presses his body further into you and nips against the soft flesh of your neck.
âHmmm, you think you deserve to touch?â
âPlease, Iâll be goodâ you whimper in desperation.
âThen go on baby, make your Captain feel good.â
That was all the permission you needed before you wrapped your mouth around one of his pierced nipples, the metallic taste causing you to hum against him. You lick and suck his sensitive bud, also mixing in a graze of your teeth every so often. You make sure to give his other perky nipple attention as well, lightly rubbing your thumb across it. After a while, you switch sides, making sure each side receives equal care. Hongjoong lets out little pants at the feeling. He swears he could cum just from this alone.
Patience wearing thin, he grips your hair and tugs you off of his nipple with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting you. He takes in your fucked out expression and before you can complain at the loss of something in your mouth, he returns the same favor to you. He bites and licks and sucks and pinches until you are a blubbering mess under him, back arching at an impossible angle.
âAwww, look at you crying, Y/N. Weâre just barely getting startedâ he mocks as he gently cups your face, wiping the tears that have managed to escape.
âCaptain, please! I- I needâŚâ you say between gulps of air.
âYou need what, Kitten? I thought I told you to use your words?â he grins at you with a raised eyebrow.
Heâs enjoying just how much you canât form a coherent sentence. You place your arm over your eyes to try and hide just how much heâs affected you. Although itâs absolutely pointless, because he knows. And heâs ready to break you.
While youâve had your eyes covered, trying to regain control of your breathing, and give Hongjoong a proper response, he is now fully naked in all his glory, standing at the foot of the bed.
âI need youâ you whine helplessly.
âOh, you can have me, babyâ lust dripping from his voice as he leans over you to take your arm away from your face. He kisses you, aggressive and hungry, and when he goes to pull back, you chase after his lips.
Now that youâre fully sitting up, and actually see Hongjoong, the sight you came face to face with had you salivating and ready to devour him whole. His hard cock and flushed red tip leaking precum, and just as pierced as the rest of his body. 8 delicately placed and fitted barbells, creating his Jacobâs ladder, and a Prince Albert decorating his tip. Your tongue tingles with a need to have him in your mouth. You lick your lips a let out a hushed âfuckâ.
âSomeone likes what they see, do they?â he says, a cocky smirk playing across his face.
âGod. Fuck! Captain.. I need it.â Youâre so desperate to have your mouth, your hands, your pussy, around his huge, thick, pretty length. You slide off the bed and you immediately drop to your knees on the plush carpet in front of him.
âSuch a good girl, so eager.â He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding you to look at him. âAs hungry as you are for my cock, you need to be careful, Kitten. Do you understand?â You nod your head and he grips your chin a little tighter.
âYes! Yes, Captain!â you blurt out before he can render you the reminder.
âThen go ahead and satisfy your appetite, baby.â
He lets go of your chin and your hand makes quick work of spreading his precum, slicking up his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure, finally getting a bit of friction. You place feather light kisses up each side of his length, and a few well calculated ones against his hips. His cock twitches, leaking out another drop, begging to be swallowed, and you smile into his skin. He feels your smile and he entangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back from his hips. He tugs your hair hard enough that you are forced to make eye contact with the absolute demon right now that is Kim Hongjoong.
âIâm getting tired of you being a little cock tease, Kitten. Suck me like youâre starved, or I finish myself off on my own in front of you, and walk out, leaving your pussy dripping and empty. Or maybe I could go ask San and Woo for some help. I know they would be more than happy to.â
As much as the brat in you wanted to test that, the look in his eyes told you he was being serious, and your hole was begging for attention.
You run your hot, wet tongue on the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to each ârungâ of his ladder, up to his flushed red pierced tip and lap up the pearl of precum that has settled there. You finally take him into your mouth with a renewed fervor and the moan he lets out is purely pornographic.
âThatâs a good girlâ he pants, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The praise makes you dizzy and as much as you want to deep throat his cock, he never lets you take him in too far in fear that he could cause some damage.
You make up for that by making it extremely messy for him, allowing every drop of spit you can manage to coat him. The drool is dribbling from the sides of your mouth, and dripping off his dick onto the carpet underneath him. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, and by the grunts and small moans you can tell heâs close.
Before he lets himself give into ecstasy, he gently and reluctantly forces himself from your skilled mouth and tongue. He takes one look at you and has to grab the base of his cock to stop himself from tipping over the edge. Youâre looking up at him with big doe eyes, mouth still slightly open, and your chin and chest soaked from the show you put on for him.
âYou just sucked my fucking soul out through my dick. Fuckâ he lets out in disbelief while he attempts to even out his breathing.
You stand on shaky legs, and wrap your arms around him to reach behind and grab his tight, round ass and pull him flush against you. You place little bites into the sensitive flesh of his neck, licking after each one.
His hums of pleasure spur you on, until you canât even take the torture anymore and you whisper against the shell of his ear.
âPlease fuck me, Captain. Itâs so wet for you.â
You bring one of his hands right to your sopping pussy and begin fucking yourself against it, hoping heâll give you what you want. He groans, long and low, at the slick now covering his hand, and without warning shoves two fingers inside of your needy hole. You let out a silent scream at the euphoria of something filling you after so long.
âYou want my cock? Beg for it, Kitten.â
He continues to fuck into you with his delicate but precise fingers, the wet sloshing of your pussy and your elevating moans filling the room. He sucks deep purple marks into the skin of your neck and chest. The bratty side is winning for the moment, you refusing to beg for him. His fingers find your sweet spot and curve into it, causing you to almost crumble to the floor.
âCome on, beg for it, baby. I can tell youâre close, youâre about to take my damn fingers off with how hard youâre clenching them. So bratty, that you wonât even beg to get your greedy hole stuffed with my cock, hmm? You donât need my fingers then, either.â
He promptly removes the fingers that were inside, abusing the spongy spot inside of you, and you do indeed crumble to the floor this time.
He looks down at you, the start of tears forming in your eyes from the sudden denial of release, and licks his fingers, being sure to drag his pierced tongue in between them.
âP-please, Captain. Please!â you stutter out, worried that if you donât, he might really not let you cum tonight.
âPlease, what?â he asks sharply, eyebrow raised, still cleaning his fingers from your arousal.
âPlease fill me with your cock and fuck me dumb. Make me cum on it. Please, please, please!â
âBed. Now. Face down, ass up. And I hope you know, Iâm taking no pity on you. The amount of teasing Iâve endured from you tonight doesnât deserve it. Playing with San and Woo in front of my face? Dressing like a little slut? Do you know how insane that makes me? Iâm gonna make sure Iâm the only thing you think of. Only me.â
His possessiveness only mildly scares you, but youâre too far gone to think about anything else but him fucking your brains out.
âOnly you, Captain. Only need you.â
You feel the bed dip behind you, and hear the loud slap before your brain registers the hot sting on your ass. You groan as he places another on the opposite cheek to match, your heated skin tingling as the pain morphs to pleasure. He continues his assault on your ass, voice a deep growl.
âYou wanted to piss me off, didnât you? You wanted me to be rough, hmm?â
All you can do is sigh and whimper in agreement.
He kneads your burning cheeks before running his hands up to your waist and grabs your hips with a bruising grip. He ruts his dick against you, coating it in your wetness, but being careful not to give you what you truly desire.
âDonât tease, Captain.â
âDonât tease? You mean donât do to you what youâve been doing to me all fucking night?â
He removes his hands from your hips, and one snakes up your body to pinch a sensitive nipple, and the other goes straight for your clit, rubbing purposeful patterns into the bundle of nerves. You jolt at the rush of pleasure and he hums in approval.
âYou really are so sensitive, Kitten.â
He dips two fingers inside of your pulsing pussy, and you immediately tighten around them. The heel of his palm is still giving your clit just enough friction. The fire in your gut is increasing at an alarming rate and he can feel your spasms around his fingers, and your legs trembling just slightly, and he knows youâre so close.
âC-Captain. Fuck, Iâm so close. Please.. donât stop!â you plead.
âOh, baby, I know. Like I canât feel you throbbing around my fingers, Kitten.â his condescending tone almost pushing you over the edge immediately. Except right before the knot in your stomach snaps, he stops.
âFuck!â You let out a strangled sob at the second denial of pleasure.
He chuckles as your frustration grows, knowing he is fully enjoying what heâs doing to you.
âDonât act like you donât want my pussy just as much as I want your cockâ you choke out into the pillow below you.
âMouthy are we?â He lands another harsh slap on your ass. A hand flies into your hair and tugs, maneuvering your head to the side, so he can get a better look at your flustered face.
âOh trust me, I do. But my will is much stronger than yours, clearly. I can do this all night.â
He definitely doesnât want to, but he can. Heâs so ready to be buried deep inside you, but he doesnât want to give you the satisfaction quite yet.
He leans over you to place hot, needy kisses over your back and shoulders, and his hands are back to play with your hard buds, rolling them between his fingers.
âCaptain, fuck. P-please just fuck me already. Iâm -Iâm losing my fucking mind.â Your final plea before you really do lose it.
âAww, how can I say no when you asked so nicely?â
He straightens himself up and pulls your sore ass cheeks apart, watching your wetness drip out of you as you flutter around nothing in anticipation. âShit, youâre so wet for me. Gonna drown Captainâs dick, hmm baby?â
âY-yes. God, yes.â you manage, barely above a whisper.
He teases his pierced tip at your entrance for just a moment, and groans at the slickness. Before you can voice your displeasure at the lack of dick filling you, he very slowly pushes himself into you. So slowly that you can feel every inch, every thick vein, and every single piercing finally engulfed in your tight heat. So slowly, so he can appreciate watching himself disappear and you stretching around his cock.
When he bottoms out, you both let out a lewd moan along with a breath neither of you knew you were holding. His long, thick cock is filling you perfectly and youâre fisting the sheets, trying to get used to the stretch. Heâs still, brows furrowed in pleasure, needing to give himself a moment before he moves, or he will cum. Very quickly, and very hard.
âDamn, your pussy fits my cock so nicely. So beautiful and tight.â
You reflexively squeeze him at the words, and he throws his head back with a guttural moan. Youâve had enough of him being still, enough of his teasing, enough of not being fucked into the mattress, so you begin to fuck youself back onto him.
âJust so fucking impatient, arenât you, Kitten?â He grunts through clenched teeth.
In a matter of seconds, heâs thrusting to meet your movements, pounding into you hard. His pierced dick is dragging against your walls in just the right way, a feeling youâve never felt, but itâs all youâll ever think about now.
The sloshing sound of your pussy, the slapping of wet skin against skin, and moans from him, and whimpers from you fill the room. The Prince Albert is hitting your sweet spot with every deliberate thrust of his hips. The Jacobâs ladder adding an extra layer of pressure to everything. You are whimpering and whining and drooling into the pillow below you. Hongjoong is panting and groaning, admiring how your juices coat his dick with a beautiful shine.
âNng, Captain, itâs so good! God, fuck me harder.â
âHarder? You want me to just ruin this pussy for anyone else, donât you?â
âPlease, please, please!â
âCanât say no with you begging me so pretty, baby.â
His thrusts do indeed get harder, every drag of his dick allowing that jewelry to make magic and hitting right where you need it, and kissing your cervix in the process too. The heat in your belly is spreading like wildfire, and you want it to be extinguished in the form of finally being able to cum.
Hongjoong can tell youâre teetering right on the edge again. And again, he stops right before you can cum.
âHold on, just a moment, Kitten. Thereâs something I have to do.â
âKim Hongjoong, I swear to fucking god!â Tears are streaming down your face at this point from now being pulled from your orgasm for the third time tonight. You find the strength to push yourself up onto your forearms, catching your breath from dropping from your denied high so quickly.
âWho is Hongjoong, baby?â he lightly giggles as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, his hard dick still nestled inside of you. He places a FaceTime call, and leans over you to set his phone on the shelf in the headboard.
The call picks up, and itâs San on the other end. Your mouth drops in shock.
âI just wanted you to see me ruin her for the shit sheâs pulled tonight.â Hongjoong says simply.
âLooks like we both had the same idea in dealing with our brats tonight.â
You watch San moving around, clearly trying to find somewhere to set his phone, and when he leans back from in front of his camera, thereâs Wooyoung. In the same state you are. Youâre both matching positions, fucked out faces, and tear ridden cheeks.
Thereâs a silent exchange between San and Hongjoong, but by watching San on Hongjoongâs phone you can definitely tell theyâre communicating something.
âLook at you two, so pretty for us.â San coos.
In perfect sync, both San and Hongjoong reach under you and Wooyoung, placing their hands on your throats and pushing you up to sit on your knees, backs flush to their chests.
âWeâre all going to watch you two fall apart on our cocks. Howâs that sound?â the mischief thick in Hongjoongâs voice.
You and Wooyoung both let a small whimper escape as you make eye contact with each other, knowing youâre absolutely fucked. Hongjoong fits even more snug inside you from this angle and it has you gasping for breath, and dropping your head.
âYoungie, youâre gonna watch Y/N, and Y/N youâre gonna watch Youngie. Understood?â San says with authority that makes both you and Wooyoung shiver.
Wooyoung immediately answers with a soft âyesâ. You, however, are silent for a beat too long for Hongjoongâs liking, and he clutches your face, lifting you head to look at San and Wooyoung through the lit up screen.
âSan asked you a question, Y/N. I believe he expects an answerâ he snarls in your ear.
âY-yes, San.â you breathe out.
âIf only she was half as behaved as Youngie, she could have cum already. Three times.â
You knit your eyebrows together in irritation, remembering how many times you've been denied your release, and at the fact that Hongjoongâs dick is sitting heavily inside of you, but heâs not moved an inch since he and San have co-conspired against you and Wooyoung.
San laughs loudly at Hongjoongâs statement.
âYou think my little Woo here is behaved? You think heâs got my cock in his tight ass, and his dick pretty and leaking, and tears running down his face because heâs been a good boy? You forget, he was being just as much of a tease as Y/N was tonight, Joong.â
âShit. Woo looks pretty like thatâ you mumble. Hongjoong definitely still manages to hear you.
âI agree, Kitten. And so do you. Isnât that right, Woo?â
âSo fucking prettyâ Woo huffs.
âThink itâs time we teach them a lesson, San?â
You see the devilish grin appear on Sanâs face and you know Hongjoong has one to match.
Hongjoong thrusts into you incredibly hard, and you choke on a sob as the wind is knocked from your lungs. If it hadnât been for his pretty tattooed hand around your throat, you would have fallen forward, face first into the bed.
He continues his relentless abuse on your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs and making a puddle on the sheets below. His pierced tip hitting your sweet spot, and the others raking your walls with each well placed snap of his hips. The noises heâs eliciting from you have become very loud and very lewd. He lets go of your neck and with the next thrust that gives him an opportunity to shove his fingers into your parted mouth, he does just that.
âSuck âem, baby. Make âem nice and wet for me.â
You give his fingers the same attention you gave his dick earlier, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your chin and chest. His unoccupied hand goes to tease a nipple, collecting some of your saliva along the way to make it wet. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment at the pleasure lighting every nerve in your body on fire.
âS-Sannie, please. I-I canât. Too much, need to cum!â Wooâs high pitched pleas snap your eyes back open. You were supposed to be watching him, and hoped that Hongjoong hadnât noticed your temporary disobedience.
âYouâll come when I say you can, pretty.â Sanâs voice is gruff as he ruts into Wooyoung, almost animalistic.
Wooyoungâs precum has left a wet patch on the bed in front of him. San reaches around and grabs Wooyoungâs wet, red, and angry cock, and begins stroking him at a tortuous pace. He places soft kisses along his shoulders and neck. Wooyoung is sniveling as San takes his free hand and wipes the tears streaming down his face.
âCome on, you can take it, baby. Show them what a good boy you are.â
Sanâs praise and Wooyoungâs sobs made you tighten even more around Hongjoong, releasing sobbing moans of your own against his fingers.
âSuch a good girl for me, Y/N. Taking everything I give you. So wet and so tight, just for me, hmm baby?â
He slides his fingers from your mouth, and runs his hand down your stomach, pressing on the bulge there formed by his cock that youâd only just noticed. You canât even string together enough words right now to form a sentence if you wanted to. Hongjoong hmphs at your inability to answer.
âThis is what you wanted right? To be fucked dumb on my cock?â His voice is tight, and from his even faster pace, you can tell heâs close. All you can do is frantically nod at his words.
San looks just as close to cumming as Hongjoong feels. Hongjoongâs hand leaves your stomach and brings it straight to your clit with just the right amount of pressure and pace to have your eyes rolling back and your mind going blank.
âCaptain, fuck. I-I canât. Please. Please let me cum!â
San is vigorously stroking Wooyoung and you can see him struggling against San from his overstimulation. You and Wooyoung are both seconds from cumming and if they donât let you this time, youâre sure youâre going to pass out. You and Wooyoung flick your eyes back to each other, as San and Hongjoong place a hand on each of your throats, putting just enough pressure to make your heads spin, but not enough that you canât breathe. They speed up even faster against your clit, and Wooyoungâs dick. Both of your breathing is uneven, chests heaving, and nothing can control the sobs and moans that escape the both of you.
âCum for me, Youngie.â
âCum for me, Y/N.â
You and Wooyoung look right into each other's eyes as you convulse and cum around Hongjoong and Sanâs cocks. You string along a chant of âCaptainâ and a few choice words as stars dance around your vision as it goes white. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, and the already arousal stained sheets double in their pool of wetness as you squirt. Wooyoungâs garbled moan of Sanâs name joins yours of the Captainâs as thick, white, seemingly never ending ropes of cum spurt from Wooyoungâs cock.
The sight of you two falling apart for them, had them following seconds behind you. You were a rag doll as this point, as Hongjoong continued to fuck into you, chasing his own pleasure. After a few more quick, sharp thrusts, he cums with a long, whiny moan as he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder.
San fills Wooyoungâs ass as he cums with a resounding growl, burying his face into Wooyoungâs neck. After a few moments, he pulls out and gently lowers an exhausted Wooyoung into a clean spot on the bed.
Hongjoong does the same with you, and your eyes close as soon as your head hits the pillow. You can hear San and Hongjoong whispering to each other, barely able to make sense of their words. Until you hear âWeâll have to do this again, minus the phones.â
San hums in agreement. âI think thatâs an amazing idea, Joong.â
âWeâd better go take care of our good little babies. Weâll talk in more detail later, San.â They say their goodbyes and hang up.
Hongjoong grabs the water bottle and fruit snacks from the nightstand next to you.
âSit up for me baby, you need this.â
He sits in front of you and helps you sit up and unscrews the cap off the water bottle and brings it to your lips. You gulp it down like youâve been stuck in the desert with no water for 3 days.
âGood girl, eat these too.â he says as he feeds you your favorite fruit snacks. You hadnât even seen him prepare all of this beforehand, and you smile contentedly as his care.
As your brain clears, you take his hands and interlace your fingers with his.
âThat was amazing.â
He cups your face and flashes his toothy grin at you. âIâm glad you enjoyed it. I wasnât too rough? Youâre ok?â
âJoongi, you were perfect. Iâm ok, I promise. We put a safe word in place for a reason.â
âIndeed we did.â he laughs lightly. âIâll be right back, Iâm going to go run us a bath, weâre a mess.â
His naked form heads to the en suite bathroom and fills the tub with water just hot enough to relax the two of you, but not enough to be uncomfortable. He pours a splash of lavender oils and bubbles into it and swirls them around.
He returns to you on the bed with a warm washcloth and gently cleans you up a bit before he scoops you up bridal style and carries you to the bath.
He carefully sets you down, letting you test the steadiness of your legs, before he begins ridding you of the body harness. Once heâs finished and tossed it to the side, he lends you his arm so you can step into the bath. You sigh deeply, the hot water relaxing your sore body. Hongjoong clambers in after you and makes himself comfortable behind you.
You rest your head on his shoulder and he circles his arms around your waist as he litters your face and neck with soft, tender kisses. You giggle, and you can feel him smile into one of his kisses.
âYouâre perfect, Y/N, do you know that?â
âNahh, far from it. But you, Kim Hongjoong? You just might be.â
âPfft, absolutely not, baby. But for you Iâd try to be.â He sees the bite mark he left on you and kisses it, satisfied that youâll have a reminder of him, even if for a little while. âLooks good on you. Iâll be sad when itâs gone.â he says without even thinking.
âYou could always make more, you know.â
He blinks and shakes his head. âSorry, didnât realize I said that out loud.â
You laugh at his realization. âBut you did, and I meant what I said.â
You two fall into deep conversation, talking about dreams and aspirations, what you hope your future to look like, past relationships, family, anything that comes to mind, until the water turns cold. You begin to shiver a bit and that puts Hongjoong into motion.
He climbs out of the tub and you pout and the loss of him around you.
âCome here, itâs cold now, letâs get you into some comfy PJs.â
You take his hand and follow him and he dries you off as best as he can. He dresses you both in a fluffy robe to head back into the room. He urges you to sit on the bed while he rummages through your dresser to find something for you to wear.
âAh ha! Here we go!â he says triumphantly as he heads to you with a matching purple silk pajama set.
âThere should at least be some sweats in there for you thatâll fit that tiny little waist of yours, Captain.â you say playfully. He fishes those out as well, and heads back to you on the bed.
âIâm capable of dressing myself, Joong.â you say through tiny giggles as he helps you into your pajamas.
âYeah, I know, but like⌠I just wanted to help. Sue me.â he retorts, acting like he is truly offended.
He gets onto the opposite side of bed and pulls you to him, laying you both down, clutching you tightly to his chest. He tucks you both into your down comforter and nuzzles into your neck.
âSo warm.â he whispers into your neck. If he were a cat, youâre damn sure he would be purring right now.
âHey, so whatâs this I heard you talking about with Sannie? Something about doing this again? Without the phones? I was kind of out of it, but I think thatâs what I heard?â
âShit, I definitely thought you were asleep. But I mean, I would like to explore the option, if all parties involved are in agreement.â
âYouâll hear no objections from me!â
Just then your phone dings.
Wooyoungieeee
Holy shit, that was amazing. We should make out and piss them off more often ;)
You type out your response to him rather quickly
I think that might be in the plans, Woo lol
âWell, Woo is downâ you show Hongjoong your text from him.
âAnd clearly so are San and I. So that settles that then. We are absolutely putting down some ground rules for you two naughty brats, though.â he showers your cheek with kisses.
âOk baby,â he says with a yawn, his hand on your stomach under your pajama shirt rubbing little comforting circles, âI know weâre both exhausted, you especially. Letâs get some sleep. We can talk more about all of that tomorrow.â
âOk, Joongi. Thank you again for tonight, and thank you for taking care of me.â
âThatâs not something you ever have to thank me for, but you are more than welcome, baby.â
You let out a content sigh at the warmth and comfort from Hongjoong wrapped around you. You can hear his breathing slow and even, and that is what finally lulls you to sleep.
Read the next part of the series here.
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the fourth wife
PAIRING. YANDERE! TENGEN UZUI & WIVES X CHUBBY READER
CONTENT WARNINGS. angst + babytrapping + dubious consent + manipulation + gaslighting + forced affection
SYNOPSIS. you never signed for this.
it is you who caught the sound hashira's interest.
tengen have come across of different women. single and married. the pretty ones and the average ones. he encountered all of them even whom he considered flashy and took his interest in the most way that will leave him wanting for more but he never made any advances to them. no matter how attractive and pleasing they are for his tastes for he is devoted to his three wives, bound by duty.
it once crossed his mind that he ought to take another wife and it would be bound by love. sure he loves his wives. adored them in the flashy way he can show it and they are the same to him but it was out of duty. a custom of his clan but what of it when he's already free of them. no rules to abide and will from his own.
he abandoned the thought of it long ago. realizing he's contented with hinatsuru, makio and suma. the relationship between them four wasn't out of love but respect and tengen likes the dynamic of it however it came crashing down on him. the long buried thought in the back of his head came surfacing once he fell in love with you.
a daughter of a humble merchant. one that supplies the goods in the rest house where he stayed in the duration of his recovery after previous missions decision that he needed to be taken care of before returning to his wives even they are more than capable of taking care of him and that's when tengen first laid his eyes in you.
first noticing the different built of your body. you were soft. soft anyone can be and tengen knew soft having three wives gave him the knowledge about the anatomy of a woman and long he burned in his mind what they looked like. you were different from it and when he lifts his gaze up. he saw the most expressive face a human can see and that's when you notice him. offering him a curt smile and then you nodded. merely acknowledging his presence and that's when tengen knew he was a goner and the thought of making you his fourth wife have come to life.
he wasted no time in finding you. introduced himself and from the looks of it you were smitten as he was to you. your parents were delighted to have a man like him who wanted to marry their daughter and so tengen asked for your hand and that's when he's about to get you accepting his proposal, you refused. much to the horror and dismay of your parents. you bowed politely to him despite the affection you have for him in a short span of time. tengen was baffled how could you refused such proposal and that's when you told him the reason and tengen knew you were right. there's no fighting about it.
at the ripe age of twenty-one. many considered that you were past of a marriageable age. growing up with friends that have married before they can reach the age of eighteen, you knew that you're not the sharing the same fate as theirs. while they started to nurse their babies and decided to follow it with an abundance of children you remained the same. deciding that you were not suited for the marriage life. liking the life as a single and your parents didn't need to worry if they desire grandchildren, your older brother have already fulfilled it and it's not like you were the attractive of the bunch of your friends. you would rather be free without being tied to a man who would criticize you for not being deemed beautiful and the standard of your time after the marriage hence your parents agreed besides they still don't want to depart their precious daughter.
tengen's too good to be true and that's the reason you knew he was married. promised and bound to someone. a man who is built like a god which is true, he introduced himself to you as a god of the festivals an attempt to woo you and that almost made you fall for him. handsome he is with his white hair and the flashy accessories he wore and those maroon eyes of his that held confidence and that eccentric personality of his which you find endearing. he's the dream of every lady and you were lucky he took interest in you and said that he was in love with you so what's the catch? he was married, not one but to three women.
he confessed it to you after you refused. calling you a smart girl for finding it out. he explained it to you that it was made by duty but what of duty when it he's already committed and he possibly can't think that you can be his wife despite his wives. you find the proposal absurd and selfish. his desire is your misery and you don't want that. the reason why you avoided being married despite the pressure have put you. your parents were not happy either. they take what they said and didn't accept his proposal despite the promise of paying a dowry just for your hand.
tengen left after that and returned home. back to hinatsuru, makio and suma where he knew he is loved and adored. he remained the same after what happened. not wanting to worry his wives who cared for his being but it doesn't miss their eyes and the feeling that their lord husband is bothered by something, someone.....
they all knew it. this marriage was duty and they played their parts on it and sooner and later their husband will fall in love someone. they knew he loved them but it was respect and that was enough for them and so then they decided to talk their lord husband about it and how right they are and accepted what tengen have said to them.
makio, suma and hinatsuru, all tengen's wives gathered in the estate's living room as they have been summoned by their husband. makio and suma are both anxious while hinatsuru remained calm but despite that he knows how their husband gets when they are all here, it must be important.
it is important. the most important of all, second to tenged and it will be their new priority. a new addition to this family of them.
and hinatsuru was right.
tengen broke the news to them. âmy wives, duty bounded us all and i am proud that i have fulfilled all your needs as a husband.â the sound hashira confidently boasted about his achievements to them and it's true. tengen exceeded his duties as a husband and them as his wives. âit is i decided that i desire for a wife.â
there was a complete silence between them.
it was anticipated that this day would come. their lord husband wanting a wife that he loves. he loves them but it was out of respect and responsibility. in many years they were together not once tengen have expressed his desire for a wife that he wanted. they were chosen to be his wife and it's different for this woman that have captured their lord husband's attention. tengen have found someone who he knew he loves from the depths of his heart.
hinatsuru unconsciously grip her kimono. she knew it and it pained her that her lord husband still decided that he wants to marry again despite them three but it was his lord husband's happiness and she was happy for him. although a little hurt, she gave a reassuring smile to tengen. turning her frown upsidedown. her lord husband wishes for it and she's merely a wife to him and she would not put herself in the way of his husband even sharing him with a another woman again.
makio on the other hand wasn't too happy about it. her brows furrowed and a concentrated look in her face. makio was not trying to show his displeasure at the said news but what of it? it's not her place to say it. she doesn't have the heart to tell him and that husband face of her lord husband brimming with an unadulterated love for a woman she is yet to met. she shared her love for tengen with the other in two, what difference would it make when another join this union when it's important for her lord tengen.
suma was desperately trying not to cry but alas a few years escaped from her eyes. it wasn't her problem and he wouldn't be tengen's wife if it wasn't for her bawling her eyes out and thus, replacing her sister when they chose her as one of tengen's wives. she didn't have the right but it's too much not to think about it, knowing that if you accept they will be another contender to tengen's attention and it was you he loves.
tengen wouldn't be called their husband if he didn't care for his wives and truth be told he expected these kind of reactions from them. âmy wives, there is nothing wrong to feel this way and i told you of this desire of mine for the reason i didn't want my wives to worry. i know this is hard but please meet her. you will love her like i did.â tengen said, his voice tinged with tenderness and they want to melt at the spot but if tengen was so sure of you, how could they not?
true to his words their lord tengen was. you were all what he described you as and it almost made him want to sing praises for you. they realized that you were just not going to be as someone to them. you were going to be their new partner and a wife to tengen.
they approached you while you tend to the goods in the stall you have set up. curious gazes mixed with envious stare at why someone like you have bewitched a man like their husband and then the answer was clear. when you spoke, the words they were kind. your gaze clear as the sky. pure as the water that flows in the stream. it's almost enough to made them weep.
without pretending and not being able to hide their identities to you, they have laid what they're plans for you and the future that you'll have with you in their life. the requests absurd. you were not going to be a fourth wife of someone who had already three beautiful wives and he's clearly wrong in the head to be going for you and adding you to his collection of his wives. what will be of you and you took the course of what you deemed is right. you straight out refused. you can't accept such terms. bowing your head in a respectful manner and you requested that will be the last time you're seeing the four of them.
it came true but such request like that won't be easy for them.
they were hurt but it's your right. your wish and they were made to respect that but what about tengen. it was clear that their lord husband is deeply infatuated with you. the late night departures and the talk of you. they can't resist his wishes to be with you. as selfish it can be, you were going to be tengen's. wether you like it or not.
it was simply wrong of them to force you but what can they do. the more they know you longer, the deeper they have fallen for you. never did they thought they would share tengen's affection for you. it was maddening. frustratingly ambitious. they can't imagine without you. the mere thought of it drives them crazy so they did what they know are befitting for you.
they took you. it can't be considered an accident. your home burning along with your parents perishing in the accident. no place to take shelter, no people you can confide in. they took you in. offering you with condolences that doesn't pass the intentions they have with you.
you shared a home with your suitor with his wives and it was so wrong. you can't belong in this place and with their strange arrangement. it was from hospitality they were giving to you. it was trapping you in a place. it was too late for you to leave now. their plans have come to fruition and it was decided that you're going to complete their family.
who knows you have no tolerance for sake. the liquid drawing fire down your throat as you took a sip of it. you only insisted that you're only drinking a cup but they insisted that you deserve to drink more. it's a way for you to bond with them and this is their way to get to know you more while their lord husband is away taking dangerous missions.
when you started to get more open to them. they brought the topic of you marrying tengen and you will going to be a part of the relationship. you said no but the arrangement it wasn't. withing a fortnight you were married to him. a tear escaping your eye at what have you done to yourself. you place your self in a trap with no way out but the light is the marriage is yet to be consummated. the marriage isn't valid and you clinged to that while you planned your escape.
the plan's foiled. there's no way out. hinatsuru's lips are on your neck. sucking on that sensitive that leaves you gasping. makio and suma were sucking on your nipples. their tongues swirling on your hardened buds. your legs being spread by them and you tears continuously rolled. you can't get yourself free from them.
while they busied their selves on you, you almost didn't notice tengen looming all over you four. his thick fingers spreading your pussy lips and admires your sex glistening with wetness. it was time for this marriage to be consummated. they already have planned with it.
the fat tip of his cock slowly nudges into your pulsing hole. groaning at the sensation and at the sight of his wives pleasuring the new addition of their family. you can't go now. you would belong to them after this and to make it true, his cock swiftly entered your hole and with that, there's no way out.
it was months after that, every desperate attempt of escape were prevented. you sat there emotionless while your wives simply doted on you while tengen did his duties. fawning over your pregnant belly and cooing how they can't wait to see the little one being born. they weren't jealous of you being pregnant with tengen's baby. it was the opposite. they were delighted.
such delightful event means that you can no longer escape them.
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