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Field Trip Part 3: The Harem Expedition Ft. BLACKPINK Jennie & Lisa, Everglow E:U, TWICE Sana & Momo, G-IDLE Minnie, and ITZY Ryujin

A/N: I was planning on waiting until the poll was finished to release this, but since 85% of the voters said release Field Trip 3 and make FT4 a thing, I decided to release it early. You're welcome. This has been sitting in my draft list since September 2024, and I'm glad to finally get it out. FT4 work will be starting immediately. As a note, I'm diving more into girl-on-girl action here, just because it's hot. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this, since it's taken me a long time and a lot of effort to write. But I'm really excited to publish this. What's weird is that I'm SO excited to finally get this series finished, but I'll be sad to say goodbye to it when FT4 rolls around. I really had to do my homework with this, because there are a lot of unknowns involved. I've never been to Kenya, nor do I know anyone from Kenya, so I had to do a lot of research to find things out. I'm not sure if I already mentioned this or not, but the tribe in questions is supposed to be the Kikuyu tribe, Kenya's largest. For the purposes of the fic, Jaali is a major figure in the tribe and has a lot of connections, because without both facts they wouldn't be able to get up to all the shit they do. The good part about this is that there's so many people and so many parts, if you don't like what's going on where you're reading you can just fine a part that suits you.

I'm bringing in a few old and new characters, including three I've never used before, those being E:U, Minnie, and Ryujin. I highly recommend that if you haven't read the previous parts (linked below), you go ahead and do that before moving on to this one. At least skim them, so you have some semblance of an idea of what's going on.

Note that, since I'm going to be using the word a lot, "Kahaba" means "slut" or "whore". It's kinda becoming Jennie's nickname here.

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Length: 18.07k

Possible TW: Everything. I'll just put that out there.

Tags: BDSM and all that entails, slave/master, gangbang, lesbian, dubcon, a hell of a lot of cunnilingus and blowjobs, rimming, orgasm denial

WARNING: Intense and graphic sexual violence and degradation are depicted in this smut, even more than Part 2. If you are easily triggered by or sensitive to such content, I strongly advise that you stop reading here. I do not assume any responsibility or liability for accidents that may occur as a result of reading this work.

Look, you know this series, you can guess how this story's gonna go. And trust me when I say that this will be more intense than even part 2. If this kind of kinky shit isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Field Trip | Field Trip Part 2

Late at night, most people are in their beds, sleeping.

Not Kim Jennie.

Oh, was in bed, yes, but she was definitely not sleeping. That possibility had long since departed from her. She was currently having a one-on-one fuckfest with Chiumbo, who she found particularly attractive among the guards. His name, as he had told her in an adorable accent earlier, meant "little", which was rather ironic considering the massive, bulging muscles and vascularity in his arms, both of which she had a good view of right now.

"Fuck..yes..." Eyes half lidded and mind almost completely checked out after five consecutive orgasms, she couldn't string words together really well. Every stroke of the absolute monster he had been hiding in his loincloth pushed her nearer to her sixth. Her body was still very sore from the day's activities with Lisa, from the cane marks on her breasts to the whip streaks on her ass, but was that going to stop her from sating the endless craving for their cocks that she constantly felt? No, sir.

"Oh god...yesss...fuck me...harder...master!" The pure dirtiness and depravity of the words leaving her mouth only served to make her wetter, hornier, more turned on. She loved every aspect of being the slutty slave she was; and there was no way, ever, that she could go back to the smaller dicks and vanilla sex back home. Hands bound together above her head and legs tied apart, she was helpless to whatever Chiumbo wanted to do to her.

"Yes, you like that, kahaba?"

"Mmm... yes...master...I love it," she purred, biting her lip and looking up at his defined, sculpted figure above her. "Please...give it to me... harder..."

He subsequently increased the pace and force of his strokes, ramping up her pleasure and getting her very close to her sixth orgasm.

"Fuck...master...I'm so c-close..." He lowered his hand from her neck and his fingers made contact with her clit, rubbing and circling the small, sensitive nub.

All across the village, a pleasured, blissful scream could be heard, along with the faint splatter of liquid on skin.

———

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Jennie awoke from her peaceful slumber to Lisa sitting beside her, the sunlight shining through the window and illuminating her blonde hair. A smile graced her face as Jennie's eyes opened and she sat up drowsily, sheets falling down over her naked, used, and abused body.

"You look like someone took a whip and beat you senseless with it."

"Hmm, really?" Jennie replied blandly. "I wonder why."

She got out of bed and then realized she had no clothes to put on.

"Shit, my suitcase is back at the hotel in Nairobi. And so is yours."

Lisa shrugged. "Guess we'll be going around nude then. I'm not complaining; it's hot as hell out here."

Jennie scoffed as she opened the door and stepped out into the morning sun. "Oh, don't kid yourself, you just like being eyed by the villagers."

Not many villagers were outside other than the guards, but the spits Jennie and Lisa had been suspended on were still there, a reminder of yesterday's activities. The guards were standing outside Jaali's hut, spears crossed over the door, and they didn't move as the two approached the door.

Jennie stopped in front of them, waiting to be let in, but the spears still didn't move.

"State your business."

Jennie raised an eyebrow impatiently. "Come on, you know what we're coming for. Let us in."

Fast as lightning, the guard's hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her close, and he growled into her face,

"You better watch how you speak to me, kahaba."

Gulping, Jennie nodded quickly, aroused by his agression. "Y-yes, sorry, master."

From inside the hut, she could hear a chuckle and then words.

"Let them in, Ruhiu."

He released her neck and they uncrossed their spears, allowing the two to enter the large hut. Jaali was reclining on a bed, one hand idly fiddling with a knife on his bedside table.

"Salamu kwako, my little kahabas." (Greetings to you)

"Erm...good morning, master." Lisa said.

"Your friend, Miss Jennie," he said, tossing the knife up and catching it by the handle flawlessly, "has, as expected, agreed to my arrangement."

"I know, sir." She replied, looking over to see Lisa blushing. "She's a slut just like me."

He smirked. "Interesting. Well, today I thought we'd play a little game, with a few harmless stakes. What would you say to that, my little sluts?"

"What's the game, sir?" Jennie asked, intrigued.

"Well, here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you, and try my very best to make you cum as many timed as I can. However many times you cum is the number of lashes you get later, times ten. How would you like that, kahabas?"

Now blushing herself, Jennie looked down at her fidgeting hands, knowing she was in for a hell of a day.

"I...I like the sound of that, sir."

Thinking about it, she realized that a simple three orgasms would earn her thirty lashes, which themselves would be enough to make her cum again when she got them.

His smirk widened to a grin. "I thought so. Now, you," he said, pointing to Lisa, who immediately stood at attention, "I'll be leaving you to the guards. They'll be gathered outside. You can go out to them now."

Lisa shivered and her cheeks went furiously red. With a muttered "Yes, master", she opened the door and exited. The footsteps of the group died away, leaving Jennie and Jaali alone. He threw the blankets off himself and stood up, stretching, and conveniently for Jennie's lustful gaze, flexing every muscle in his body. But it wasn't her mouth watering, no. It was somewhere lower.

"Now, my little slut," he said, sitting back down, "we shall see. I must warn you that I have never failed to make a woman cum in my life, so I think you'll be quite easy to make cum as many times as I care to make you. But the more you cum, the sorer you'll be later.

"I'm okay with that, master~" (See how tildes make everything better?)

He laughed. "Of course you are. But let's see how you feel about later today once you've had...say...10 orgasms?"

She shivered in both arousal and slight fear. Really, she knew she would gladly accept any number of lashes he was willing to dole out. Clearly his mind was filled with similar thoughts, as he was already getting hard. The mere sight of it, combined with the thought of what he would do to her today, immediately made her wetter. She sidled over to him, cheeks already starting to get hot in arousal.

"On your knees."

"Yes, master." She immediately dropped to her knees in front of him.

Staring in awe and lust at his massive cock, she wasted no time in leaning forward and taking it into her mouth.

"Good girl." His hand gathered her hair into a rough ponytail and shoved her head further down, making her gag but turning her on more. "Just a dirty little whore desperate to be punished and used, hm?"

She nodded fervently, doubling her efforts. The sounds of her gags and chokes could almost definitely be heard by the few villagers who were starting to rouse themselves and get out and about, and she found that the thought of their ecouteurism just made her more wet. One of her hands drifted down between her own legs and rubbed hard, the other reaching up to stroke what little of his length she couldn't handle.

"A true stroke of luck that you should decide to visit us here, little slut," he commented, a quiet groan escaping his lips. "Such a good slave, yes?"

She nodded again, thoroughly enjoying being degraded like this.

"Good girl. While we are here, I may as well discuss with you my plan of attack if you would, for your friend from last time." His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled harder, making her eyes roll back as his whole length pushed into her throat. "I, along with you, your blonde friend, and a few of my best men will go to Korea to find her. With any luck, we will find more potential slaves along the way. I assume you have more friends back home for me to dominate?"

She nodded once more, pussy getting wetter by the second. Her fingers worked faster, pumping in and out of herself as fast as she was capable.

"Good. I'm not here plenty of the time, I have some connections that span well outside of this village. Those connections may well be joining in the fun if they so choose, since some are financing parts of this operation."

This plan was sounding more and more like a spy movie to Jennie, but the idea of expanding the harem with some of her friends did appeal to her. She could tell by the throbbing of his cock that he was getting close, and by the tension building in her own body that she was as well.

"I'm gonna cum, slut," he said calmly, a subtle groan giving away how much pleasure he felt. "Are you ready to take my load?"

She didn't reply, too lost in providing herself and him with orgasm fuel to pay attention. A slap landed on her face, and she came back to.

"I said, are you ready?"

She nodded enthusiastically, letting out a choked, muffled, and subservient "Yes, master!", pussy throbbing with need to cum. She increased her efforts, slamming her face into his cock to facefuck herself as hard as possible, until he finally gave out. He pushed his entire length into her mouth and throat and send seemingly endless pumps of thick cum into her stomach. She swallowed it all eagerly, pumping her fingers into herself faster, until she finally gave out and squirted, her cry muffled by the softening cock in her mouth. Ripples of pleasure spread through her like electric shocks, and when her mind came back to the floor was soaked, her cum running through the gutters between the clay tiles.

"Fuck..." After making sure she'd milked every drop of his delicious cum she could, she let herself fall back onto the floor, body trembling with the power of her orgasm.

"One down, little slut. You do understand the implications of what I'm saying, no?"

She nodded. "Yes...yes, master."

"Very well. Get up and come here."

She pushed herself up and crawled over to him. He reached down, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and set her down on his bed.

Laying down on it, he pulled her on top of him and slid his hardening cock into her smoothly.

"Anza, kahaba." (Begin, whore)

"Ndiyo, bwana." She replied cheekily in Swahili, starting to grind her hips on him. (Yes, master)

It only took a few bounces before the found the utterly perfect angle to fuck herself, and she stayed on it, slowly increasing her pleasure.

"Ohh yes, that's so good," she keened, bouncing harder. "Mmm, fuck!"

He let this continue for a few moments before taking hold of her hips, drawing his own back, and slamming up into her as she came down. Every last centimeter of his thick shaft was driven into her, and the unexpected deep penetration made her lose her balance. She fell forward and caught herself just before her head broke his nose. Cocking an eyebrow, he held her still and started fucking her himself.

Jennie couldn't even form words, only meaningless moans spilled out of her mouth, and her juices kept spilling out of her pussy. Barely keeping her screams contained, she lowered her head and kissed him hungrily, eyes rolling back into her head. Her mind was quickly turning to mush, consumed with lust and pleasure.

"Fuck me harder, master," she whispered into his ear, "Oh god yes, fuck me harder!"

He gave a groan, which was almost a growl, and kicked up his force.

"So good," she moaned, arching her back and biting her lip to keep herself from yelling. "So deep!"

"Mmm, you're tight. You're nothing but a filthy little fuckslave, you know that, Jennie?"

"Yes, master, I'm just a stupid little whore for you!" She shuddered, the heat was building quickly in her core.

"Good girl. Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Yes," she gasped, "Yes, master, I'm gonna cum on your thick cock!"

His hand closed on her neck. "Then do it, slut. Cum for me."

"Nngaah, f-fuck! I'm gonna - fucking - cum!"

The added stimulation of his finger pressing against her clit was enough to send her over the edge. She tensed, her back arched, and her eyes squeezed shut as she squirted powerfully. She held back the scream, only a few short, pleasured gasps making it out.

"Two so far. Twenty lashes." He noted.

"You know what," she panted into his ear, pushing herself up a little. "Screw the game. Just fuck me hard and whip me as much as you want."

His eyes glinted and an evil smile tugged at his lips.. "As you wish, kahaba."

He flipped her over, pushed her legs apart, and dived back in, plunging so far into her she thought it would split her in half. He kept her arms pinned above her head, and the arousing sight of the sculpted, veiny muscle beneath his skin flexing and contracting made her body produce a fresh coat of slick to lubricate his movements.

"Mmph, oh god yes~" She purred, bucking up into him and already chasing her next orgasm. "Please, master, make me squirt on your big dick...make me cum everywhere..."

Whether he said so or not, she could see and feel the effect of her dirty talk on him. His cock throbbed inside her, and his thrusts increased in frequency. She wasn't the only one chasing an orgasm.

After a minute, he pulled out and turned her over onto her front. He pulled her ass into the air and rammed back into her pussy, making sure her head was kept down by keeping one hand's pressure on it. The new position brought her a lot more pleasure, and much as she tried, she couldn't keep her voice contained.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it! You're so fucking big inside my little pussy, pound me harder!"

"Fuck - so - tight!" He groaned, landing a smack on her jiggling ass.

"Cum inside me, master," she begged amidst the moans, "Please, give me your load, master! I want to feel yout hot cum deep in my pussy!"

Another spank landed on her other ass cheek, and it was only a few moments before the control was lost. His hips collided with her ass one last time and stayed there, pushing his shaft all the way into her, and he exploded. Shot after shot of thick cum was spurted into the deepest part of her womb it could reach. The feeling of his cum reaching so far into her pushed her off that cliff and she showered his thighs with her cum, screaming her lungs out in utter bliss. He allowed himself to fall down next to her, breathing quickly and shallowly, and she rolled onto her back.

After a few seconds of heavy panting, she spoke up.

"Tha...thank you, master.

He planted kisses along her neck and collarbone that made her squirm.

"You're welcome, my little slut."

Sitting up, he gave her ass one more slap before getting off the bed.

"Well, I believe the locals will be waking up soon, and you know how men are in the morning. It might be a long day for you, kahaba mdogo."

"I don't mind...master," she panted, pushing herself up and licking her lips. "I want all the cocks~"

He laughed and shook his head. "You're such a slut, Jennie. Well, I hope you enjoy yourself, and make sure you leave a little energy for the flight. We're heading back to Nairobi tonight."

...

Though she'd been whipped, abused, and fucked senseless yesterday, nothing could sate Jennie's endless desire for cock, slake her limitless thirst for cum.

She made her way out of the hut and was greeted by the sight of the the two guards outside holding a chain leash, which was attached to a thick leather collar with embroidered letters that spelled out "Mtumwa". (Slave)

"On your knees, kahaba."

"Yes, master." She knelt obediently, allowing the collar to be strapped around her neck, fully embracing the title. She lowered herself onto all fours, wiggling her ass playfully (which earned her a slap to it).

"Walk."

She started crawling in front of them, reveling as always in the lecherous gazes roving over her naked form, the jeers and laughs that came from the quickly assembling audience. She just couldn't get enough of the extensive shame she felt, the deep-rooted desire to be humiliated unable to be put to rest. She craved it, she needed it.

She heard a rustle from behind her and didn't bother turning her head; she had a pretty good idea of what that was.

A multitude of leather strips made impact with her ass; she'd seen it coming miles away, but she still gasped, the pain never failing to bring her a depraved pleasure.

"Mmh~" She gave a high pitched whimper, tensing slightly as the flogger came up into her pussy. She kept crawling, thoroughly enjoying her punishment. Sweat formed at her hairline under the hot sun, but she didn't mind a bit; she was too lost in her own masochistic pleasure to care.

Jennie made a full circle of the square and moved further towards the outskirts of the town, about a dozen pedestrians having joined the two guards. Her ass was definitely turning redder and heat was building in her lower abdomen, but she kept resolutely crawling, the sand on the ground thankfully offering some comfort to the action.

They walked her all the way through the village and its many bypaths, and by the time they returned to the square her cheeks were flushed red, her pussy was soaked and throbbing, and the crowd of a dozen had assimilated a few dozen more members. They brought her to a halt in front of Jaali's hut just in time for Lisa to be helped out the door, barely even concious. She was put on a collar and leash as well, and placed side by side with Jennie.

"You okay?" Jennie asked.

"Mm-hmm," Lisa replied, nodding her head dazedly.

"How many times?"

"I...don't know." She slurred, looking at a guard for help.

"Eight." He supplied.

Jennie chuckled. "Oh, you're getting it today, Lisa. You won't be able to sit for a week."

"I know," she said sheepishly, slowly returning from her catatonia. "I couldn't help it..."

"Hey, I don't blame you." Jennie shrugged. "Personally, I'd have opted for a couple more."

"Slut."

"Shut up!" Jennie laughed. "Says the one who just earned herself eighty lashes because she's such a whore!"

"Well, that wasn't my fault or my choice! You would have gone for more. Slut."

Jennie scoffed and shook her head as they started crawling again. But unexpectedly, her vision blacked out as one of the villagers tied a blindfold over her eyes. A thick piece of cloth was tied into her mouth, preventing speech.

As the shouts and jeers of more civilians reached their ears, as she heard the rustling of clothes and the cloth being removed from her mouth, as she felt the tip of a cock press against her lips, Jennie realized that Jaali had been right. It was going to be a long day.

But by God, it was sure gonna be fun.

...

A few hours later, when the crowd had mostly dispersed, Jennie and Lisa sat at the base of the baobab tree, hands tied far above them and feet spread out idly. Countless loads of cum had been pumped into Jennie's mouth, ass, and pussy, so much so that it was leaking out of her two lower holes. She'd already had her day's fill of cock, punishment, and humiliation, but was she even remotely finished for the day? Hell no.

"Lisa?" She said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Sana and Jiwon and all them would be down as well? Hypothetically?"

"I know it's not hypothetical, but yeah, I think they would. Jiwon's such a slut anyway, she'd be down for sure."

Jennie chuckled. "Yeah, that's true."

"We're gonna try and get them to join the harem, aren't we?"

"Sharp, aren't you, Lisa? Yes, we are."

"How do you think Somi'll react to seeing one of them again?"

"Not well." Jennie stated blandly. "Not at all. Even worse when she figures out why they're there. She's such a prude."

"All this is...kind of exciting to me. You know?"

"Yeah, me too. What I'm really excited for is seeing Somi's proud, goody-two-shoes ass get absolutely shattered by their cocks. I want to see her break, I want to see that look in her eyes when she finally succumbs to the pleasure."

"Damn, who hurt you?"

"No one." Jennie's tone was filled with distaste. "But she's too prudent. I want to witness her break."

"That does sound hot, to see someone else experience the same feeling..." Lisa trailed off. "How long d'you think we'll be here?"

"Until someone decides to come and whip us. Remember the 'game'?"

"Oh yeah." She shifted her sitting position, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks. "Right."

It was only a few minutes more before Jaali exited his hut and stretched, pulling on the usual wealthy attire. Catching sight of the two of them, he headed in their direction and stopped in front of them.

"The crowd really does make my use and abuse of you look like a cakewalk," he commented, nodding approvingly. "I'm impressed."

"Yeah, well, there's more of them." said Jennie nonchalantly. "They're stronger 'cause they have more people."

"I think you'll find that I have just as much capability of harm as they do."

"Yeah?" Jennie challenged, knowing and wanting the consequences of it. "Prove it."

"It would almost sound, little slut," He said, voice taking on a dangerous timbre, "as if you're questioning my aptness in punishing you."

"And if I am?" She continued cheekily. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"You know very well what I'm going to do about it, Jennie." His voiced remained in a state of deadly calm, though she could tell she was getting a rise out of him. "Care to keep testing me?"

"I bet you don't have the balls to do anything about it." She retorted, and Lisa gasped. "Punish me, pussy."

She'd crossed a line, and she knew it. His eyes narrowed, and in a flash he'd whipped out his knife. She flinched as the knife came down toward her hands, but it narrowly avoided her skin while cutting the rope.

"Fine," he growled into her ear, quickly pulling her upright and tying her hands to the tree branch. "You said earlier that I could whip you as much as I wanted? You're going to regret saying that."

She looked over her shoulder as the box was brought out along with a couple of guards. Jaali turned it over and dumped all of them out, then assorted them neatly across the nearby table. There were several different canes, the obligatory floggers, canes the barbed cat-o-nine tails, bullwhips, the knouts, a long, thin, lungewhip, and a morbidly sinister leather one whose lash Jennie shuddered to think about. It consisted of a thick handle, and five long, thin leather cords. Attached to the cords were nails, spines, thin shards of glass, and barbs, and she quickly directed her attention back to the much more pleasant floggers.

"I see this foreboding contraption has caught your attention, Jennie," his voice called over, as he held up the whip. "We call it 'the shredder', and it gets its name for a good reason. We've only ever used it once, for a serial rapist and murderer, and he died before his punishment was done. Tears right through the skin on the first lash. It's been in this box since I was a boy. I don't know who made it, but they had a serious problem."

The shredder? Oh, surely not. And here she thought she'd found the scariest whip there was with the cat-o-nines, which only had barbs of hardened leather. Those seemed to be a cakewalk compared to the glass and spikes on the shredder.

Her fears were relieved as he laid it back on the table and picked up the lungewhip, a whip with a long, thin handle and an even longer and even thinner tail. That one would sting, for sure.

Going with that option, he approached her once more and raised his arm with the whip in hand, waited momentarily, and brought it down with a loud crack onto Jennie's waiting ass.

The sharp, punishing sting drove a cry out of her mouth, and it must've left a welt. She heard voices behind her, then approaching footsteps, and her vision went dark once again as the blindfold was put back over her eyes, thus keeping her from knowing when the next lash was coming.

There had to be two of them; the lashes were coming as loud and as fast as gunfire from an assault rifle. Each of her ass cheeks was under constant assault, and she couldn't even support her own yells because she ran out of breath too quickly.

It only took about thirty seconds for the pain to give way to something else, something more libidinous. In the small time it'd taken for a small crowd to assemble, the sting of the lash had made the heat pool in her lower abdomen. The longer her punishment went on, the higher her arousal spiked, until she was panting and moaning with each lash.

"Oh yes, punish me, master!" She arched her back. "Whip my slutty ass until it bleeds!"

She didn't mean all of that, but he seemed to get the general idea. The two stepped closer, letting the lashes come harder, and her legs started trembling. When the next two lashes stung the inside of her thighs, only a few millimeters from her aching, throbbing cunt. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, a long cry tearing itself out of her lungs. Her cum splattered the clay bricks below her and she sagged in the ropes binding her wrists.

Looking up through her mind-numbing haze of pleasure and watering eyes, she saw Lisa's cheeks reddened again, her front teeth nipping her bottom lip in arousal.

"Mmm, yes..." She moaned, the ropes only things keeping her from collapsing face-first.

"I think you've learned your lesson enough, kahaba." Came Jaali's voice. "Actually, I don't, and if I had time I would gladly whip you until you bleed. But time is of the essence."

It was indeed. She looked up at the sky to see the sunset starting to douse the sky in orange and yellow, and realized that the time of their flight was drawing near.

"We leave for Nairobi in about three quarters of an hour, so you'll need to get ready. I took the liberty of collecting your luggage from the Radisson Blu myself, so you can get dressed from the suitcase."

The sound of a knife unsheathing reached her and she turned around just to see said thrown knife twirl through the air, slice through the ropes, and stick cleanly in the tree trunk.

"Hm," he commented, nodding approvingly. "Quite the shot."

Jennie slumped onto the ground, chest heaving and face buried in the earthy smell of the soil at the base of the tree. The sky was rapidly darkening, the sunset giving way to dark orange and red tints.

She picked herself up, plucked the knife off the tree, and cut the bond between her hands, and stumbled towards the hut to get dressed.

And thus, she found herself on a plane that night, sandwiched between Jaali and Chiumbo.

...

"Attention, passengers, we are approaching a bite of turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until the all clear."

Jennie had been almost asleep when the pilot's voice rang out through the speakers, telling them to fasten their seatbelts. She buckled the lap belt, inwardly speculating that were they to get into a crash, the thin strip of fabric wouldn't be a lot of help.

About a minute later the plane started to shake a little, the luggage rattling noisily in the compartments.

"I take it this isn't your first time flying, Jennie?" Jaali said calmly to her right.

"Not by a long shot." She replied, eyeing Chiumbo's hand clenched tightly around the armrest. "His?"

"Yes. He's never flown. But he'll be okay." Jaali leaned forward to see him. "Hey, tulia, hatutaanguka." (Hey, calm down, we're not gonna crash.)

Jennie chuckled and settled deeper into her seat.

"How long is left?" She asked. "Two hours?"

"Something like that." Reading her expression, he continued. "No, we can't. The bathroom is too small and too loud."

"Damn it." She turned back to the screen in front of her, faking a pout. "You're too good at reading faces."

"Yeah?" He laughed. "It's a refined skill. However..."

The end of his sentence was unnecessary as one of his hands wandered down her torso, under the paper-thin airplane blanket, and stopped right on her clothed pussy, a small gasp her response.

"Not here! We can't..."

"Do you hear that, Chiumbo?" He asked nonchalantly, fingers idly stroking the crotch of her shorts. "Sounds like our little slave has a protest to log.

"Care to repeat it, Jennie?" His voice lowered.

Torn between her reason and her lust, she stayed silent for a moment, until lust tipped the scale and she gave in.

"N-no, sir."

"That's what I thought." His thumb lifted the waistband of the shorts and panties, allowing his other fingers in. "Besides, the entire cabin is falling back asleep."

She couldn't argue with this, since snores were beginning to arise again from all over the cabin. Those and the rumbling of the turbulence were enough to cover the quiet moans she involuntarily released at his touch.

"If you thought I was going to sit for thirteen hours with your sexy little body pressed against me without doing anything, you were sorely mistaken, kahaba."

"Mmm, what the fuck does it matter what I thought?" She asked. "Just do what you want to me..."

Obviously unable to fuck her right there in front of an entire cabin and the couple of stewardesses who walked by occasionally, he settled for subtly rubbing her clit, the sounds drowned out by the engines, turbulence, and noises around them.

"I've never been much of a criminal, Jennie," he commented, "but I must say that sexual acts on a plane is a crime I'm perfectly willing to indulge in."

"Ah~" She moaned, struggling to keep herself controlled. He could get away with fingering her, but if she bucked her hips or made it obvious what was going on, the stewardesses would notice.

The heat was building in her abdomen, like a white-hot coil being compressed. Without explanation, or need of any, he handed her a wad of cloth, which she stuffed into her own mouth, muffling her voice.

When his thumb replaced the fingers and the fingers plunged into her tight tunnel, the coil released, shooting pleasure like a rocket all the way through her body. She shuddered and bit down on the cloth hard to keep from crying out, and the shorts were suddenly wet with her cum.

"F-fuck..." She mumbled through it, trembling and trying not to reveal the nature of what he'd been doing. If they were caught...well, it would but a damper on the evening.

She took the cloth out of her mouth, handed it back to him, and settled back in her seat, face flushed and chest heaving.

"Thank you...master..."

They whiled away the next two hours intermittently talking and attempting to sleep. She'd just been dozing off again when the pilot announced that they would be landing in Seoul in approximately ten minutes, and the local time would be about 3:30 pm.

"I must admit I've never been to Korea," Jaali said, adjusting his necktie. "How bad is going through security and customs?"

"Not bad." Jennie replied. "Unless you brought any spears or tribal paraphernalia, we should be good."

"Yeah, well about that," he joked, "I did pack some AKs and gerenuk horns, now that you mention it."

She laughed. "Very funny. Customs shouldn't be an issue as long s you have no goods to declare. Hey, Lisa!"

She called over the shoulder of her seat to Lisa's sleeping form behind her, which was quickly nudged awake by one of the suited guards sitting to both her sides.

"W-wha...?"

"We're landing, dumbass." Jennie scoffed. "How are you that tired? You've been sleeping for twelve hours."

"I dunno," Lisa yawned. "Guess I didn't get much sleep when I was being railed. Odd as it may sound."

The plane landed smoothly on the runway and in no time they'd gathered their luggage and were disembarking the plane. It was rather pleasant being back in Korea's mild temperatures rather than the hot, dry sun in Kenya.

"It's high time we brought Somi back," Jaali commented as they put their bags through security, "Quite a stunner, she was. A pity she foolishly decided to stay away, it would have made it much easier had she obeyed."

"Mm-hmm." Jennie agreed, picking up her bag from the tray. "I know one thing for sure; I'll enjoy watching her break."

"Watching?" He queried, as they started walking towards the customs lines. "Oh, no, no. I have a much more interactive part for you to play in that particular case."

"Oh yeah?" The group walked through the 'Nothing to declare' line and into the main section of the airport. "What would you have in mind?"

"You may be below me and the guards, but you have full authority over Somi when we get to her. The rest needs no explanation."

Mental images of herself riding Somi's face, spanking her, humiliating her, and dominating her flashed through Jennie's mind, and despite her submissive nature she found herself quite excited by the idea.

"No explanation at all..." Jennie trailed off as they exited the airport. "I could get creative with this one."

"By all means." He smiled. "It's gonna be one hell of a night, kahaba."

...

The hotel they'd be staying at, a luxury establishment called Conrad Seoul, didn't allow for online bookings meant for a party of over four. So the booking had to be made in person, which was amusing. The desk clerk was equal parts surprised and besotted by Jennie and Lisa's presence, especially considering they were accompanied by eight hulking Kenyans. But after a brief conversation their reservation was made, the party spanning across three rooms.

Jennie was back in a place where people knew who she was, and the fact that she was who she was demanded respect. So all it took to convince anyone of anything was a little flutter of the eyelashes and a subtle sway of her hips. In such ways she had diverted any suspicion or questions as to the crowd of black men she was keeping in tow.

"Holy shit..." Jaali was visibly shocked at the grandeur of the hotel as they walked through it. "You Koreans really build to impress."

"We have to show off, don't we?" Jennie led the group up the LED-lit staircase she'd climbed dozens of times. "It is pretty cool, I have to admit. They wasted no expense making this place as nice as possible."

Lowering his voice, he spoke to from behind and below her. "You're lucky we're in public, otherwise I'd be doing something with that sexy little ass right in front of me."

"You can't say things like that, not here!" She scolded him quietly, though she inwardly glowed at the praise. "Save it for the room."

Their three rooms were all in a row, and three guards were sent into the one on the corner.

"Lisa, Ruhiu, Aboyo, Kariuki, I want you four in that one." He pointed to the one farthest from the corner. "Have fun." He added mockingly, making Lisa's cheeks go red. The four disappeared into the room.

He opened the middle door and led her, Chiumbo, and another guard named Yusufu in.

"Damn." Jaali sat down on the plush white couch and stared out the window at the magnificent view of the Han River. "That's a hell of a view."

"Isn't it?" Jennie sat next to him. "Anyway, what's the play for tonight?"

"Well, you did say you have friends here, correct?"

"Obviously."

"And I have spots for them in my harem. I rather think you can figure out the rest for yourself."

He got up and paced over to the window. "After that, I believe Somi is owed a visit...also self-explanatory. I assume you know where she resides?"

"I do. And I'd be more than happy to give her my regards...personally."

Jaali turned around, grinning. "That's the spirit, little slut."

"It's perfect! She'll never see it coming." Jennie said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "I've been wanting to put that little prude in her place for so long...make her call me 'mistress', worship me, eat me out...hell yes."

"I hadn't pegged you as the dominant type, Jennie," he mused, "considering how you were serving us yesterday - and today, for that matter - but maybe I was wrong."

"Usually I'm not." She replied. "There's nothing I love more than a strong, dominant guy, but with Somi? I'll change my ways."

"Very good. Chiumbo, Yusufu, ready yourselves. We'll be leaving very soon."

Jennie arranged a little get-together at a local bar with five of her friends: Jiwon, Sana, Momo, Minnie, and Ryujin. The rendezvous was set to 5 pm at Bound Bar, a favorite spot for the group. They only had about an hour to wait, which meant that soon enough, boredom overtook her. Quicker than that, lust overtook the boredom, and she moved a little closer to Chiumbo, something that didn't escape his notice. He ignored the movement and its several counterparts for a few minutes, allowing Jennie's thoughts to run wild and her lust to fester. Without looking away from the book he was reading, he reached over and started inching his hand up her thigh, making her shiver as the hand paused just above her pussy. She bucked her hips a little, trying to get him to do something, but he remained impassive, donning a small smirk.

Her eyes narrowed, and she stripped off her top, drawing his eyes away from the pages momentarily. He very quickly turned his attention back to it, which annoyed her further. She knew what he was doing; he was trying to irritate her to the point where she begged him. And if she had to beg, she would fucking beg.

"Come on, you big bastard, fuck me!"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than his hand closed around her neck in a vice grip, making her bite her lip.

"What did you just say to me, whore?"

Recklessly, she kept it up, getting more aroused by the rise she was getting out of him. "I said fuck me, you fucking sexy son of a bitch!"

Growling, he pulled her out of her seat and into his own, her back pressed against his chest.

"I'd be careful, Jennie." Jaali's voice floated over. "Chiumbo doesn't take kindly to being insulted, not at all."

"Good." She arched her back, pressing her ass into his cock. "If he'll fuck me, it's worth it~"

He shrugged. "If you want to be able to walk tonight, I'd trod lightly. But if you want to deal with the consequences, fine by me."

She could feel the bulge in Chiumbo's dress pants starting to harden, and she knew she had him won over. He unbuckled the belt with one hand, the other still on her neck, and freed himself of it.

"I have noticed," Jaali continued while Chiumbo rid himself of his pants, blazer, and tie, "you've been growing a little cheeky today."

"Have I?" His hands fastened themselves to her shorts and pulled them off her legs. "Guess I should be punished then, hm?"

"A task I trust Chiumbo to handle efficiently. But he has more manpower behind him if he wants us."

She had half a mind to provoke the extra manpower into drilling her, but decided against it. At present, Chiumbo's tie slipped over her head and tightened around her neck, acting as a makeshift collar and leash.

"Ooh~" She moaned at the feeling of his steel-hard shaft pressing against her pussy, the warmth from it making her even wetter. "Oh god...I need this thick cock in me, master..."

A moment later, he obliged, aligned his head with her entrance and plunged into her, stretching her out and filling her to the brim.

"Oh, fuck, that's so big!" Her voice jumped up an octave and she shuddered in pleasure. It hadn't even been a full day since he last fucked her, but she'd already forgotten the total, mind-numbing bliss that only he could provide. He turned her around on his dick so she was facing him and commenced the fast, powerful thrusts that just made her scream; there was something about him, his cock, and the way he pounded her so good that set him apart from the others.

The tie tightened further and he pulled it back, cutting off her air supply just enough to spike up her lust. She was rapidly flying towards an orgasm, sooner than she'd thought was possible.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "harder, give me more!"

She knew that he knew she was close. His strokes got harder, his grip on her hips tightened, and her moans got louder as she approached climax.

"More," she gasped in his ear, yelping as he smacked her ass. "Fuck me harder, you big idiot! I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled her body flush with his own and growled deeply into her ear.

"You'll have to beg for it, kahaba."

The last three syllables were spoken with so much intensity and viciousness that she shuddered, both turned on and slightly scared by his tone.

"Please," she murmured, arching her back and pressing her ass into his crotch, eyes rolling back into her head, "fuck me harder, master, please, I need to cum, I wanna drench your thick cock in my cum!"

His fist closed around her hair and pulled her head down to his mouth level. "More."

"Please!" She cried in both desperation and a lot of arousal, trying desperately to renew the vigor of his previous pace, "make me squirt everywhere! Fuck my brains out, fuck me until I scream, master!"

"That's a good little slut."

The subsequent increase in force was almost too much to handle for her; an orgasm was quickly building and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on at all. That combined with his constant and relentless spanks, added fingering of her clit, and constant degradation of her, Jennie's pleasure shot through the roof and she lost control of it.

"Cumming, yes, I'm cumming, FUCK!" Words made almost impossible by what she was feeling, all thought was sucked away in a whirlpool of euphoric ecstasy as the girthy length spearing her pussy triggered an immense orgasm that wracked her entire body with mind-obliterating, toe-curling, back-arching bliss. A jet of her cum sprayed his thighs and the seat and she rode out the entire thing, met with his continuing thrusts. A moment later, he groaned loudly and she felt a rush of heat fill her up, which pleasured her just shy of enough to cum again. The sheer magnitude of his load was incredible, filling her up with his warmth.

"F-fuck..." She slumped onto him, panting, and felt his cum start to leak out of her. "So...full...so much cum...love it..."

When she finally gained the strength to get off him, she pulled the tie off her neck and leaned heavily into the chair, chest still heaving and hairline still gleaming with sweat.

"You're just like a bitch in heat, aren't you?" Jaali chuckled after a minute. "Just can't get enough dick."

"Never." She replied, smiling. "No one can sate my appetite."

"Well, soon enough Somi and your friends will be like that too." His wicked smile widened. "Lisa's already falling to the desire. What little resistance to her instinct she has left is being whittled away."

He'd barely finished the sentence when Lisa's orgasmic cries sounded from across the wall, long and loud.

"Well, at least her comedic timing is fucking legendary." Jennie muttered, rolling her eyes.

He laughed. "Indeed. Well, if you'll kindly clean your slutty self up, I believe it's time for us to leave."

...

The group pulled up in three separate Ubers to the bar, where five girls were waiting outside: the rest of the friend group.

"Jennie!"

Sana's happy shout was echoed by all four of the others, who all ran and hugged Jennie as she exited the van. Lisa was met with a similar greeting and then the five others stopped momentarily to survey the other eight members of the party.

"Damn, Jennie, you said you had friends with you, but you didn't say they were so hot..." Jiwon commented, eyes hungrily scanning the body of the nearest guard.

She laughed. "Shut up, Jiwon, we haven't even made it inside yet."

The guard in question, Aboyo, simply chuckled. "Let her speak her mind, Jennie."

She shot him a sideways glance, eyebrows raised, before leading all fifteen of them into the bar.

"Quite the big party tonight, isn't it, Miss Jennie?" The bartender, Jungho, commented. "Some kind of event?"

"Nope." She took a seat along with the others, almost occupying every bar stool. "Just a big friend group reunion."

"What'll it be then, misses? Sirs?" He tossed his cleaning rag up in the air and caught it.

They all ordered their drinks, which ranged from whiskey to vodka to gin to soju, and then the talking began. Jiwon immediately struck up a conversation with Aboyo and Ruhiu, quickly joined by Sana. Momo picked out two of the guards, Yusufu and Kariuki. Ryujin sat down with Gakere and Onkwani, whose appropriately given name (meaning 'one who talks a lot') lived up to his ability for conversation. Chiumbo, Jaali, Jennie, Lisa, and Minnie settled down in the center of the group.

"So where is it you guys come from, again?" Minnie asked, accepting her soju from Jungho.

"Kenya." Chiumbo, Jaali, and Lisa all said at once.

"More specifically, the main village of the Kikuyu tribe." Jaali elaborated. "The largest and most politically influential tribe in Kenya."

"Interesting. Jennie, how did you even come across them?"

"A tour." Jennie hadn't told the others about the tribe until now. "You remember that trip to Kenya I took a year or so back? The tour took us through that village."

"Hm." She sipped her drink and muttered to Jennie in Korean. "Jiwon wasn't lying, they're fucking hot."

"You really are a slut, Min." Jennie shook her head.

"Mm, this coming from someone who's barely walking straight." She retorted, much to Jaali, Lisa and Chiumbo's mirth. "Don't think we're idiots, Jennie."

Jennie blushed furiously and hit Jaali on the arm, who was stifling his snickers at Minnie's comment. "Shut up, all of you."

Minnie joined in the laughter. "Hey, none of us are judging. It's not like we're any prudish angels ourselves. I mean, Jungho can tell you all about that. Isn't that right, Jungho?"

The bartender, who'd been minding his own business washing out shotglasses, looked up. "What?"

She smirked, throwing him a wink. "You can tell Jennie that I'm far from innocent."

He smirked back. "You and Ryujin."

"Huh?" Ryujin looked over from her conversation with Onkwani. "What about me?"

"He's saying you're a slut, Ryu." Minnie called. "Not that it isn't true."

"Yeah, says the one who was having a 'chat' with him in the store room not a week ago." She riposted. "Let's not even go down this road."

"Yeah, whatever." Minnie shrunk back into her seat, now the one blushing amidst the group's giggles. "Point is, we don't judge anyone for fucking who they want."

"Hold on a second, aren't you usually a dom, Min?" Jiwon asked.

"Yeah, for all these little Korean pussy boys. I need a real man one of these days."

Jennie downed her shot, rapped the counter, and leaned closer to Minnie, ignoring the jab to her countrymen (Sorry, fellas.). "Well, let me tell you something. You'll certainly not be playing dom with these guys. You've never had dicks like these. Never."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Minnie. "We'll see about that."

"Oh, yes we will." She elbowed Lisa, who was talking to Chiumbo and Onkwani. "Lisa knows, too."

"Oh, it's true, Min." She said without hesitation, then in Korean under her breath. "You have no idea what pleasure is until you've fucked one of these guys. Been...ruined by one of them."

"Or five, for that matter." Jennie added, to the amusement of the others. "Nothing wrong with a good gangbang once in a while."

"Damn right." Minnie's eyes took on a more titillated look. "I guess I'll have to go for a little ride tonight, then."

"Cheers to that." Jennie raised her shotglass, and the others followed suit.

...

"So are we all just splitting up?"

The general question was, once the idea of fucking the guards had settled with everyone.

"I suppose." Jennie replied, looking at Jaali, who nodded, for confirmation. "But we all have to meet up in the morning."

"Fuck, I'm gonna need a shit ton of coffee." Jiwon shook her head.

"Same here." Agreed Minnie and Ryujin.

"The other guards and I have some unfinished business to attend to afterwards." Jaali broke in. "So I trust it's okay with everyone if they leave after pounding the brains out of you?"

"Works with me." Jiwon said, to general assent. "And don't worry about hiding what that 'business' is, Jennie told us all about it."

"Did she now?" His eyes flicked over to her, their brows raising, then he continued in a mock bright tone. "I'm sure we've talked about this, positively so. I can't imagine how many times I've told her not to spread that around, including on the plane not four hours ago."

"Sorry," Jennie muttered, going pink in the face. "They kept hounding me."

"Mm, I'm sure they did." He said satirically. "Regardless, I think that warrants a punishment later, hm?"

She blushed and nodded, very much aware of how quiet it had gotten among the group.

"Come again?" He sipped his cocktail casually.

"Yes, sir." She murmured quietly, fidgeting with her own glass. She could see the others silently giggling in her periphery, particularly Jiwon gesturing very dramatically and mouthing very obscene and very ridiculing things at her.

"Shut up, Jiwon." She fixed her with an evil side eye. "I'm gonna kill you, I swear to God."

"Careful, Jennie, I'm getting chills." said Jaali sarcastically, to the raucous laughter of everyone else.

"Anyway," Jennie said loudly over the giggles, "we'll each pick a guard or two to spend the night with, and meet back up in the morning."

"I call these two." Jiwon said immediately, pointing to Aboyo and Ruhiu.

Sana and Momo staked their claims on Yusufu, then Gakere was taken by Minnie and Ryujin.

"Jungho!" Minnie called.

"Yes?" He looked up.

"Wanna join us~?"

There was no hesitation whatsoever on his part. He nodded and called back. "I get off in 20 minutes."

Grinning, Minnie tossed a slip of paper containing her address to him and then led the party of nine out the doors, leaving Lisa, Jennie, Jaali, Kariuki, Onkwani, and Chiumbo to each other and Jungho to quickly clean up and end his shift.

"S'pose that makes six of us." Jennie noted, turning to Chiumbo and sliding a hand across the rock-hard muscle beneath the lapels of his blazer. "Wanna go home and have some fun~?"

"You know that I'll never say no to that." _____________________________________________________________

A/N: This is where I'm introducing the idea of perspective changes. For one-on-ones with the guards and idols, or just in general, I can't really have it be all Jennie's perspective. So from here on out I'll be hopping around. Just wanted to let you guys know. ______________________________________________________________

JIWON ______________________________________________________________

Fuck, why are Jennie's friends so goddamn sexy?

Jiwon could think of nothing but what awaited her at her apartment during the car ride. She was so wet she thought she would mess up her seat, and the speed she was driving at was definitely less than legal. She was rather lucky an officer wasn't around to clock her ten-over mph level.

They had barely made it through the door when Aboyo pushed her against it, one hand pinning her hands above her head and the other going to her neck.

"Mmh~" She moaned and bit her lip. "So forceful~"

"You like forceful, kahaba?"

"I don't know what the fuck that means, but yes~" She leaned her head forward and kissed him, allowing his tongue entrance and pressing her body against his.

"God, I want you so fucking bad..." She whispered, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw to her neck. "I bet you've got a beast in those pants, hm?"

His next words made her, if possible, even hornier.

"Want to find out?"

And suddenly her voice was three times as high-pitched as she moaned her reply amidst the caresses of his adept hands.

"Yes, sir~"

The powerful hand making contact with her face was unexpected, but not unwelcome, either.

"That's master to you, whore."

She gasped at the slap and the insult, but found that it only fueled her arousal.

"Oh, so you're into that, huh?" She murmured. "Let me correct myself then - yes, master."

"Good girl." His grip on her neck tightened. The way he said 'good girl' made her breath hitch and her heart race. "I expect that every time, you understand?"

"Yes, master..." She breathed, chest heaving. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Nothing less than your wildest, most depraved fantasies, little slut." His breath was hot on her face and neck, and she could smell deep notes of wood and musk in his cologne.

"Oh god, yes..." The thought made her want to just cum on the spot, and she swallowed. "Please..."

Gripping her by the hair, he led her to the couch and none-too-carefully pushed her onto it. She lay on her back, legs spread wide and clothed pussy drenched with slick. The two shed their blazers as they approached, wearing identical lecherously fiendish grins.

Ruhiu crawled across the couch, loosening his belt and holding her right hand above her head against the soft cushions. Aboyo had shed his shirt, tie and belt, leaving his lean torso on full display for her hungry gaze.

"So sexy," she said candidly, eyes raking his abs. "So fucking sexy..."

Ruhiu's hands were busy at work stripping her, while her own hands unbuckled his belt and slid it out of its hoops. She tossed it aside carelessly and watched with ravenous lust as the other layers were removed.

Jiwon's eyes went wide at the size of the two hardening cocks before her, and the flood barriers controlling her slick widened as well.

"Oh my God..." Her mouth hung open and she sat up. "You're so big!"

Aboyo stepped closer.

"And you'll be finding out what 'so big' feels like soon, slut."

She yelped as he pushed her back down, pulling her legs apart and burying his face between them. His tongue, clearly having had some experience probing around slits, quickly located her most sensitive spots and swiped, prodded, and circled them. Ruhiu ducked down and his lips latched onto one of her nipples, his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive peak.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" She pulled on his head, moaning and bucking her hips against the wet muscle exploring her pussy. "God, why are you so good at this?"

The blissful concerto of sensation she was experiencing was rapidly heightening her proximity to an orgasm, and she'd barely had her clothes off for two minutes.

"Oh yes," she purred, feeling the tongue flick her clit, making her shudder. "Oh yes, just like that...I'm gonna cum..."

He worked his tongue faster, reducing her to a squirming, moaning, desperate mess with calm and effortless expertise. Ruhiu slid two of his fingers into her mouth after gathering some of her slick on them, letting her taste her own juices and silencing the ever-increasing volume of her voice.

"Mmph," she cried muffledly into the two fingers, sucking the juices off them obediently. She wasn't able to alert Aboyo to the fact that she was tipping over the edge of orgasm, but her quivers and trembling were probably a pretty good indicator.

"Cum for me, slut," he urged her, fingers moving up to replace his tongue and plunging into her. Giving in wasn't a choice; she wasn't able to control the orgasm convening inside her.

And suddenly, it all became too much for her to handle.

"YES!"

The orgasm slammed into her like a truck going twenty over and she squirted hard, writhing and shaking as though being electrocuted. He didn't stop, finger-blasting her and muttering dirty, lascivious little nasties into her ear throughout the orgasm's course.

"Fuck...I didn't know I would ever cum so hard from just fingers...and tongue..."

"Then you're in for a night of surprises, little slut." Ruhiu hinted darkly. "Now come here."

She didn't need to be told twice. She obediently crawled over to his now fully naked form and straddled it, feeling his broiling-hot, rock-hard cock pressing against her tight little pussy.

She gasped at both the sight and sensation. "You should put an 'oversize load' sticker on this thing, what the fuck..."

He laughed. "Well, be that as it may, get ready to take an oversize load from it, slut."

"Mm, you just love calling me dirty names, don't you?" She bent her upper half down, face an inch from his. "I'm gonna love getting my insides rearranged by your massive cock."

"Oh, is that so?" She felt his hand grip her throat again. "Then allow me to do some rearranging."

He pushed into her with one swift, brutal thrust, stretching her out more than she'd ever experienced before.

"Oh my God!" She cried out, tensing and squeezing him all the harder in reaction. "You're so b-big! Fuck!"

"Well, big as I might be, you're fucking tight, holy hell..." He groaned lightly. "Might have to loosen that little pussy up."

"Yes, please, master~"

The next second she'd dissolved into blissful, incomprehensible moans as his hips started pumping. She'd never, ever felt something like this, something so big stretching her tight pussy out, someone making her feel so controlled.

Owned, you could say.

"Yes - yes - yes - fuck me - harder - yes - yes - fuck!" Her words, as though being fucked out of her, came out with each stroke. "S-so big!"

"Shut up, you little whore!" His palm connected with her cheek again, but she just blushed and bit her lip.

"Yes, master!" She moaned, bucking her hips in time with his powerful thrusts. "Oh my God, right there, harder!"

She'd briefly forgotten about Aboyo's presence, but was reminded acutely by the sensation of another wet tip pressing into her asshole.

"Wait–" She said frantically, whipping her head around. "Don't do that so fa - fuck!"

"What's the matter, slut?" He asked teasingly, ignoring her gasps as his entire length slid smoothly into her. "Little fast for you?"

Jiwon muttered a quiet "fuck off", which didn't escape the ears of either of them. Simultaneously, a hand slapped her face and another her ass cheek, and Aboyo grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to his mouth.

"Care to run that by me again?"

"N-no, master...I'm sorry..."

"Good girl."

Both cocks started ramming into her, battering her insides and sending powerful jolts of pleasure through her.

"Nghh, yes, so deep!" She gritted her teeth, whimpering and thoroughly enjoying being so brutally fucked. "Harder!"

Their cocks throbbed and pulsed delightfully inside her, making her moan and squirm in Aboyo's grip, and Ruhiu pulled her upper torso down so her face was barely two inches from his.

"Now, I'm going to make one thing very clear to you." He said. His voice was low and growly, which made her even wetter. "From now on you belong to us. You're going to be our obedient slave. We own you."

She shivered at both his tone and his words, feeling the orgasm start to sneak up on her.

"Answer if you understand me, whore."

"Yes, master, I belong to you," she replied, giving small blissful whines. "I'll be a submissive slut, master..."

"That's a good girl." His voice had a calm, quiet timbre, but held much weight nonetheless.

"Yes~" She purred, body writhing in time with the thrusts. "I'm a good girl for you~"

Aboyo's hand smacked her ass again, making her yelp. "Say it again."

"I'm a good girl for you!" She cried. "I"m nothing but an obedient little whore!"

Probably a direct result of her self-degrading words, both shafts inside her throbbed all the harder, which added the mounting pleasure fueling her impending climax.

"Filthy, pathetic little slave," Ruhiu breathed into her face, and she moaned in reply. "Made to do nothing but obey and serve. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, master! I exist only to please you!"

"Good girl."

Both of their hands gripped and caressed her hips, the push and pull of their rough thrusts rocking her body. Jiwon felt the heat and the rush in her core, her very soul. She'd never experienced something like this, never. She knew she couldn't come back from this; she was truly enslaved in all ways to this feeling, this experience, the two of them.

"Master...I'm gonna cum..." She muttered, mind starting to fade from conscious thought. "I'm gonna cum on this thick cock...God, it's so good..."

The two only grunted with the effort of pounding her in reply, a few more spanks landing on her ass.

"Gonna cum!" She said louder, back arching. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, make me cum!"

They gave it everything they had, the groans, moans, and claps ramping up in volume as they all neared their peaks.

"I'm gonna cum," Aboyo said through tightly gritted teeth. "Huyu kahaba amebana sana!" (This whore is so tight!)

"You ready for my load, little slut?" Ruhiu continued on the wavelength.

"Yes, master! Please give it to me! I want your cum in my pussy!"

"You want it, slave? Take it!" In sync, both of them groaned and slammed into her one last time, burying their cocks deep inside her. A hot deluge of thick cum flooded her pussy and ass at the same time, which set off her long-in-development climax.

Her mind exploded with pleasure; it was like someone had set off fireworks inside her. Head to toe, sensation flashed through her entire body, and the orgasmic scream that left her mouth was unlike anything she'd ever uttered.

"FUCK - CUMMING!"

Her body tensed and her toes curled as the waves of numbing, blissful pleasure swept through her and a jet of cum sprayed out of her. She was left breathless, gasping as she nearly passed out.

"So...so good..." she murmured as consciousness began to slip from her. "Thank you, master..." ______________________________________________________________

SANA ______________________________________________________________

"You know how to drive?" Sana asked Yusufu as the three approached her car and the others went their own directions.

"The basics." He smiled, opting for the passenger-side back seat. "It's probably better if you drive."

"Got it."

Momo riding shotgun, the trio departed the bar towards Sana's apartment, soon to become a threesome.

"So, Yusufu," Sana called to the backseat as they pulled away from the curb, "I gather you don't travel much?"

"Not a lot, no." He replied. "Duties to attend to, you know?"

"I guess." She shrugged. "I've never really done research on tribe life."

"Outings like this are usually reserved for more experienced guards. I've only been on the squad for a year or so. I was new when Somi and Jennie were brought in. But the chief thought it would be good to have someone who dealt with Somi come bring her back."

"Makes sense." Momo nodded. "I can't lie..it'll be fun to see how she breaks..."

"Yes, yes, all that will be fun, when it happens." Yusufu said. "But I think what will be even more fun for me...is watching how you two break." He layed a casually possessive hand on each of their shoulders.

The air inside the car shifted; suddenly, the two girls were blushing, biting their lips. Yusufu smirked, knowing the effect his words had on them.

"Yes, I think it'll be very fun watching the two of you slowly come undone while I turn your minds to mush by making you cum over and over and over...watching you accept and realize your places as my submissive little sluts...Don't you think that'll be fun, girls?"

"Mm, I think so~" Sana giggled, not really letting on how wet his words made her. "Really fun..."

"Oh, we'll see about that, Mr. Hotshot." Momo retorted.

"Do my ears deceive me, or was that a challenge?" Yusufu leaned forward. "You'll soon learn, Momo, that not one who has challenged me in the bedroom has ever lived up to it. You've got some nerve to try."

"More like Mr. Hot stuff..." Sana trailed off, eyes scanning the backseat's occupant.

"Well, you've never met a girl like me." Momo said bluntly. "We'll see when we get to Sana's place."

"Yes, we will." He said in a low voice. "And you'll be put in yours."

The rest of the ride passed with barely hidden lust and anticipation, until they pulled into Sana's driveway. Sana herself was nearly trembling with it as they walked the steps to her front door. The calm confidence he showed...the dominance this man exuded, the way he spoke, the way he sugarcoated nothing and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, was...thrilling.

She unlocked the door and let the three of them in, at which time Momo disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a minute, I just have to change." She winked at Sana and mouthed 'have fun'. Sana blushed as the door closed and when she turned around, Yusufu was already there, backing her against the wall.

"So I can see you're the submissive one," he said, pinning her against it without even touching her, "the good girl."

"I-I guess..." She stammered, trying and failing to meet the intense gaze she found herself under. "Momo's just trying to see if your...sexy...th-thing is just a charade..."

"Oh, she'll soon find out it's no charade." He smirked. "As will you."

She bit her lip, feeling her arousal spike up. "Oh, uhm...I d-didn't think it was...a charade..."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling noise that only seemed to turn her on more. "Adorable."

Blushing harder, she had to stop her legs from moving against each other. Her body felt like it was on fire, particularly between her thighs; an all-consuming, mind-controlling desire that filled her up and felt like molten magma inside her.

"Oh G-god..." She found herself trembling with the lust, the passion, the pure hunger she felt to be absolutely ruined by this man. "P-please..."

"Please what?" He put his finger on her chin and tilted her face up to him. "Say it."

"P-please..." She murmured again. "Take me...fuck me...use me...I want it so bad..."

His hand slithered up her torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before fastening itself around her neck. His finger pressed against Sana's lips and she opened them and allowed it in.

"I was just waiting for you to ask, sweetheart." He moved a fraction of an inch, almost imperceptibly, closer. "You're mine."

"Oh yes..." Sana moaned. "I'm...I'm yours...All – all yours..."

He leaned down and, in the same low, calm tone, spoke. "Good girl."

It made her feel like melting. Her legs went weak and she leaned into him, heat pooling in her abdomen.

"Oh God...I'm s-sorry...I don't know what's wrong with me, I-I'm not usually like this..."

"I do have an effect like that, don't I?" She gasped as he reached around, kneading her ass.

"It's – you're just so...so hot..."

"I know, sweetie." His hands moved down to the backs of her thighs and suddenly she was in the air, legs spread on either side of his waist and her entire body pressed against the solid mass of muscle that was his torso. She gasped, taking short, shuddering breaths; she could feel the obvious bulge in his pants rubbing against her.

"We call that confidence, baby girl." He bucked his hips, pressing his clothed cock even harder against her sopping wet heat, and she moaned again. "Seems to make girls like you go...wild."

Her hands felt over his pecs to his rock-solid biceps supporting her weight, the strong arms holding her against the equally as strong body they were attached to.

"P-please, stop teasing me..." She breathed. "Just fuck me..."

He set her down on the couch, discarded his jacket, and loosened his tie, peering amusedly at her flushed face and heaving chest.

"Beg me."

"Please, master, fuck me. I'm s-so wet, I need to feel you in me...make me your little toy, use me however you want, I'm just a c-cumdump for you...I'll do anything..."

"You are one needy little slut, aren't you, Sana?" He tossed the tie onto the couch and unbuttoned his shirt. It hung loose and open, allowing her a sweet eyeful of his shredded abs.

"Yes..." She nodded, almost dazedly.

"Yes, what?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, master~"

The words sounded odd to her ears, but somewhere deep inside she knew it was right. She knew that was her place: to obey. To submit.

"Good. Now strip."

She rid herself of her outfit as quickly as she could, squirming under the gaze she was scrutinized with.

"Very nice." He slipped off the shirt and approached the couch.

"Well, well, well, what did I miss?"

Momo had returned from 'changing' and was leaning against the wall, completely exempt of clothing. Yusufu turned around and, seeming to remember what Sana'd said about her challenging dominance, his eyes narrowed. "Oh, you've returned? Time for you to join her."

Momo's eyes flicked to Sana's spread-legged form, and her expression shifted. "Looking quite tasty there, Sana."

Sana blushed and her legs twitched closer together, and Momo started approaching slowly.

"One second, sweetie." Yusufu held up one finger to Sana before intercepting Momo's path. In a flash he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head against the wall.

It was subtle, but Sana could see and hear Momo's quiet, aroused gasp before looking up defiantly at him.

"I know your type, Momo." He breathed into her face. "You like to test. You like to needle and push people's buttons, don't you? I'm going to let you know right know that I'm not one to be defeated."

"Ooh." She shivered sarcastically. "Chilling."

He was silent for a moment, and then chuckled.

"I know what you're doing. It's not going to work."

"Oh, really?" She arched her back, rolling her body against his. "You sure you aren't getting just a little mad?"

"Very." His expression remained hard. "I'd like to remind anyone it conerns that I'm wearing a belt, one that I imagine wouldn't feel very nice if I were to take it off and give a certain naughty girl a spanking."

"I'm terrified." She dramatically rolled her eyes.

"You're annoyingly good at getting under my skin, you know that?"

"Oh yeah?" She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Do something about it."

"Fine."

Dragging her by the hair over to the couch and ignoring her pained protests, he threw her over his lap and slid his belt out of its loops. For the first time she looked slightly frightened, as if maybe getting under his skin hadn't been the best idea.

"It'd be much easier if you'd have just obeyed and stopped pretending to resist." He seized her shorts and yanked them down off her ankles. "We both know you're a submissive little bitch."

"No, I'm not!" Momo lied, even as she bit her lip. "I'm not scared of you!"

He chuckled, raising the folded belt. "We'll see about that."

"Aah!" She cried as the belt swished through the air and made impact with her supple little ass, and a loud crack of leather on flesh sounded. "Ow!"

He ignored her, bringing it down again, and she yelped again. Sana had a perfect view from behind of his shoulders flexing to bring the belt back up into the air.

"Yeah, hurts, doesn't it?" Another loud snap. "Stupid little slut."

"S-shut up!" Her voice faltered.

"Still going, huh?" Smack.

"Weak-ass motherfucker!"

He laughed, the mirth not reaching his gleaming eyes. "You shouldn't have said that."

He folded the belt over itself again and really got to work, giving her smack after smack as fast as he could.

"Fuck! Ow!" She yelled. "Kaesaekki!" (Bastard!)

"Insolent little bitch!" He only spanked harder, rapidly turning her ass cheeks a nice shade of red.

"Oww! I'm sorry!" She squirmed, trying to escape the punishing blows, but he pinned her flailing legs down with one of his own and held her torso down with one strong arm. "Stop, please!"

"Now, now, kahaba, it wouldn't be much of a punishment if I stopped when you asked, would it?" He said loudly over her yells, callous pleasure in his voice. "No, I need to teach you a lesson!"

"I've learned my lesson, I promise!" Tears started to well in her eyes from the pain and from the humiliation of being spanked like a child in front of her best friend.

The best friend in question was sitting against the back of the couch with her legs spread wide open, unabashedly fingering herself to the sight of her best friend getting spanked. Small whimpers escaped her as she teased herself

"Really, Sana?" Momo hissed. "Really?"

Yusufu paused for a moment to look around and laughed, giving Momo a brief respite.

"Well, it seems I'm not the only one enjoying your punishment, Momo." He leaned to his right a little and glanced between her legs. "Nor, it appears, are the two of us alone on that front. Getting a little turned on, little whore?"

"N-no!" She lied. She hadn't been aware of how aroused she'd been getting, but it hit her in full then. "No, I'm not! And stop calling me that!"

"I'm afraid you're not in much of a position to make such demands, honey." He caressed her ass as Sana's hand continued to work between her legs. "And-" his hand moved lower, teasing her folds and making her moan, "liar, liar, pussy on fire."

"S-shut up!" She felt her cheeks flush. "I'm not lying! I d-don't like this!"

Another resounding smack sounded as the belt made impact with her skin again.

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm n-not! Bastard!"

Smack.

"Stop. Lying."

"I'm...I'm not lying..."

"Even as you're sitting here leaking onto my thigh. Right." He scoffed, spanked her again, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to growl in her ear.

"Tell me the truth, you lying whore."

"Fine...I...I kinda like it..." She admitted, blushing furiously.

Smack.

"The whole truth. Spill it, slut."

"Okay! I really, really like this...it turns me on so much, to be dominated and punished like this. It makes me s-so wet..."

"Now, how hard was that?" He tossed the belt aside and delivered a slap to her already-stinging cheeks. "Sana, did that sound so hard to say?"

"No, sir..." Sana hummed in pleasure. "I think you punish her more~"

"As you wish, sweetie." Grinning evilly, he picked back up the belt and gave her a sound whack with it.

"Fuck!" Then she looked over her shoulder with her front teeth clamped on her bottom lip, eyes hazed with lust. "Harder please~"

"I'm sorry, what's that?" He leaned in, widely smirking. "Didn't quite catch that last bit."

"I said...punish me harder, please, daddy~"

Smack. "Master." He corrected.

"Yes, master."

"Better." Another spank, halfhearted.

"Please, give this bad girl more!" She begged, wiggling her ass back and forth. "Punish me~"

"Well, if you want the punishment it isn't much of a punishment, is it?" He taunted. "Guess I'll stop."

"No!" She arched her back. "Please, keep going!"

He leaned down and, with a slap to her ass that made her yelp, snarled into her ear. "You'll have to earn it, whore."

She knew what she was to do, and upon his release of her legs, she slid down onto her knees, finding quite the large package straining against the slacks in her face.

"C-can I? Please?"

No more explanation was given or required as he unzipped, unclasped, and rid himself of the pants, bringing his boxers with them.

"Oh...oh my God~" ______________________________________________________________

MOMO ______________________________________________________________

Momo was quite taken aback at the sheer size of the cock presented to her; she wasn't sure she could fit it all into her mouth. Sana seemed equally surprised and was goggling at it as well. She reached out tentatively and gripped his base, gathering saliva in her mouth before enveloping the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Mmm, that's it, suck it, you little whore." His words, insulting as they were, satisfied her in some depraved, profligate way. She ignored them and focused on doing what she was slowly beginning to recognize as her duty: pleasing Yusufu.

She moaned into it. Her lust was quickly dissolving any moral qualms she had about serving him; as she opened her throat and started bobbing her head, she found that her hands were starting to sneakily move towards her pussy and breasts. Sana, on the other hand, was unashamedly finger-banging herself knuckle-deep, luxurious groans streaming out of her mouth.

'Fuck it,' she decided mentally, 'I'm going to enjoy this.'

She pushed her face down, driving his entire, girthy length into her mouth and throat. As her eyes rolled back into her head, her fingers found their way to her drenched pussy and started rubbing furiously. Suddenly her efforts were accompanied by a blissful sensation that served only to fuel the intense and passionate lust controlling her mind.

"Such a good girl," Yusufu commented, much to Momo's reprobate pleasure. "Hey, Sana?"

It took Sana a second to break out of her little trance, her eyes locked on his dick disappearing into Momo's mouth.

"Y-yes?" She looked dazed, as if she'd been knocked out and reawoken.

"Make yourself useful, sweetheart. Go and eat this little slut out."

She looked very surprised for a moment, but for only a moment. The next second she'd taken on a very promiscuous expression.

"Yes, master..."

She hopped off the couch and circled behind Momo, dropped to her knees, and without a moment of hesitation buried her tongue between her legs.

"S-Sana?" She released the dick from her mouth momentarily. "W-what are you doing?"

"She's doing what I told her to." Yusufu answered. "Now get back to it."

"Mmph!" She yelped and moaned as he thrust his dick back down her throat and Sana's tongue pushed into her pussy.

She was unnervingly good at it; within the span of twenty seconds Momo was already on edge. Yusufu appeared to me nearing his own orgasm, and Sana's fingers were keeping on top of satisfying the body they belonged to.

Suddenly, Sana's tongue worked its was higher, and Momo shuddered in pleasure as the wet muscle swiped and prodded at her asshole. She dislodged the shaft from her throat and stroked fast and hard, trying to milk his cum out of it.

"Oh, keep doing that, Sana," she gasped, "Oh God yes, right there, that feels so good!"

She reached around and pulled Sana's head into her ass, on the teetering edge of an orgasm. Yusufu groaned through gritted teeth and pulled Momo's mouth back down right ass he hit his peak; rope after rope of his thick, hot cum spurted into her waiting mouth. It became too much for her to handle when Sana reached up and slid two fingers into her pussy, and she lost control.

Her cry was muffled, but quite audible as her jaw went slack around his still-hard rod. With what little strength she could muster with the waves of orgasmic pleasure lighting her nerves on fire, she rolled her abdomen in circles to grind her ass against Sana's mouth and a jet of cum sprayed her chest.

The three of them remained in that position, Sana still lapping at Momo's ass and pussy, until Yusufu moved and wordlessly picked Momo up from the floor. Sana, who'd been enjoying the task he gave her, made a small noise of complaint until she saw him wave his hand towards Momo's spread-eagled form on the couch, donning a small grin.

"She's all yours, sweetie." ______________________________________________________________

SANA ______________________________________________________________

Yusufu returned a few minutes later to find a rather dazed Momo sitting in the same position with Sana's tongue working away between her legs while delirious moans poured out of her mouth like juice from a melon.

"Sana. Over here." He sat down at the corner of the couch.

She stopped immediately and sidled over to him, leaving Momo completely out of it.

"Yes?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled her into a reverse-cowgirl on his half-reclined form, and she could feel the heat of his quickly-hardening cock directly on her sensitive folds.

"I believe this is about where we were before we were so rudely interrupted by Momo?" Her breaths quivered and she nodded. "Tell me, do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes please, master~" His cock twitched and she gasped. "I want to feel this inside me..."

"Do you? Say it again."

"I want to be fucked! I want you to pound me senseless and make me cum until I'm just a broken whore!

"F-fuck!" Sana's pleasure went from 0 to 100 instantly and it made her want to cum already. "That's s-so deep, fuck!"

"You know, my little slut, I did not expect you to be so tight." His equable tone remained, but it was quite plain he was holding back groans. She felt handcuffs being fastened around her hands as she leaned back.

"Oh God, yes, yes, you feel so good inside me master! Fuck me!"

His lips attached themselves to her neck, sending little shivers down her spine, and his fingers snaked around to her pussy.

"F-fuck, how are you so good at this?" She managed the words with difficulty.

"Years of practice, kahaba." His fingers danced dexterously over her lips in just the right way to make her moan and squirm.

Momo had snapped out of it and was now sitting against the couch, three fingers pumping deep inside herself at the sight of her friend being so thoroughly demolished. She gasped and moaned at the sensation, joining the other two in their approach to orgasm.

"So - fucking - good...!" The combination of sensations built up the heat inside her again, like someone compressing a giant hot coil.

"Are you gonna cum for me sweetie?"

"Yes, master! Your dick is so good!"

His breath came hot on her neck as he chortled. "Say it again."

"Your cock feels so good, so deep inside me!" Pressure built and built, soon to overwhelm her. "Nngh god, please keep going!"

"Won't disappoint you on that, little slut." His other, unoccupied hand went to her neck. "You're mine."

"Yes, master, I'm yours," she panted, "I belong to you..."

"Such a good girl." He murmured into her neck. "Doing more good for you than for this little slut Momo."

His cock speared into her like a knife into a slab of meat; her walls pulsed and throbbed around him.

"God, you're so tight!" His arm wrapped around her thighs and pulled them up, allowing better leverage to fuck her all the harder. "I'm gonna cum inside this little pussy!"

"Give it to me master! Give me your cum!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Momo cried.

"Mm, take it, whore!" Yusufu bellowed.

Then thought was blissfully wiped from all three brains as they joined together in an intense, consecutive orgasm. ______________________________________________________________

MINNIE ______________________________________________________________

"Oh, shit..."

"What's wrong, Ryu?" Minnie asked.

"My car only seats two." She opened the driver's side door and got in slowly.

"Oh, yeah..." Minnie trailed off. "Well...shit."

"What are you two moaning about? Simple fix to that, girls." Gakere took the passenger side and pulled Minnie onto his lap.

Both girls gasped, and Minnie felt something stir inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She'd been playing the dom for what felt like years. Dealing with all the hesitant, unsure, even inhibited partners she met, she'd had no choice but to go with it and learn to be the dominant girl the little sissy boys wanted. But all the while, she'd been looking for a dominant, bold guy who would absolutely pulverize her so thoroughly she'd have to rent a wheelchair for a couple of weeks. But something in how he was so forward, so bold and confident, ignited the old sense of submission she'd been longing to have drawn out of her. There was no need to get her hopes up, however. There were always the phonies, the impostors. Fake-ass guys who would have confident brazenness at first. Their acts would crumble when they made it into the bedroom, and her hopes would be dashed, again. So she didn't let said hopes rise at his show of boldness, and past the quickly-disguised gasp, didn't react at all. She'd have to test his resolve and his dominance, after all.

The car doors shut and they started off.

It was only a couple of minutes and a few adjustments of her position (that made her ass grind against him and his hardening cock take its place right between her thighs) before she started to feel a very large something rising to full mast between her spread legs.

"Ryu," she muttered, and with a few meaningful glances down, purveyed her obvious message.

Big dick? Ryujin mouthed.

Minnie nodded markedly.

"Oh!" Ryujin said. "Oh~"

"Oh what?" Gakere raised his eyebrows at her.

"Uh, nothing..." She hastily covered up the wordless exchange. "We were just, uh-"

"Silently discussing the fact that her cute little ass is getting me hard?" His fingers caressed the supple flesh, making her gasp again. "I could tell."

Ryujin giggled and nodded, but Minnie stayed silent. There it was again. That feeling that she'd sought for so long, it was back. Just like a powerful drug, one little taste was all she needed to be hooked.

"How far are we?" He asked, drawing small moans from her mouth through his assertive caresses.

"About 3 minutes out."

By the time they reached Ryujin's place, Minnie was dripping wet. The thoughts of the pleasures that awaited her once they got there, along with his adept hands roaming her body, had made her incredibly horny.

"I would tell you two to get a room, so that Minnie doesn't cum all over my seats," Ryujin chuckled, making Minnie blush, "but we've arrived at the room."

And one quick trip into the house later, Minnie found herself being aggressively kissed and groped against the door by Gakere and to her surprise, Ryujin as well.

"Ryujin - what?" She moaned as both tongues moved lower on her, down to her neck and collarbone, the fingers moving down to her pussy. "Why are you - ohh fuck~"

"I know what you really want, Min." She grinned evilly. "And I'm going to help you get it."

"Oh yes, right there~" She shuddered at the feeling of many fingers pressing into her clit and surrounding spots.

"You're going to get a taste of real dominance tonight, Minnie." She continued. Ryujin's thin finger slipped inside her. "The dominance you've been craving for sooo long..."

Minnie still had her reservations. Ryujin might be able to play the dom well, but Gakere's abilities were still under question. But as his grip fastened around her hair and he pulled her over to the couch, her doubts started to dissolve. She found that a fire was burning hot in her core, a fire of the pleasure she was taking in being treated so roughly.

"You want this one, Ryujin?" Gakere asked.

"I sure do." Ryujin smirked. "Just hang around, I'll need you in a little while."

"You got it." He stepped back and learned against the bar as Ryujin turned to Minnie.

"Up."

Minnie wasn't used to hearing such a commanding, assertive tone from Ryujin, but she rose to her feet.

"Strip. Now."

With slightly trembling hands, she stripped off her top, but the action was met only with a sharp slap to her face. Instead of feeling offended, however, she felt incredible arousal at her friend's roughness.

"When I tell you to do something, you respond with 'Yes, mistress', is that clear?"

Her breath caught in her chest, but she still managed a small "Yes, mistress."

Ryujin leaned forward and put a hand to her ear. "What was that, slut? Speak up, now."

"Yes, mistress." She repeated. The words felt odd to say, after hearing it said to her so many times, but she was disguisedly reveling in it.

"Good girl."

She blushed and her legs felt suddenly weak. The fire was spreading.

"Th-thank you, mistress."

Ryujin's smirk widened as Minnie finished stripping, showing just a hint of the aberrant pleasure she was taking out of this. "On your knees, slave."

"Yes, mistress."

She knelt obediently, and her friend started to remove her own clothing. Minnie watched hungrily with a lust she'd never felt for a friend before, the sight of Ryujin's nubile body just horny food for her. Ryujin had another surprise, too. After telling Minnie to stay, she went into her bedroom and returned with a pair of handcuffs that she clicked around Minnie's wrists. They weren't the flimsy plastic shit, either.

"Now eat me out, Minnie."

"Yes, mistress~"

She leaned forward, planted her lips on Ryujin's clit, and moved her tongue out of her mouth to swipe across her friend's pussy.

"Fuck yes, keep going just like that, baby," Ryujin moaned luxuriously, head falling back as her hands found their ways to Minnie's head and pulled. "Such a good little whore."

Minnie herself moaned and giggled softly. Her entire mind was consumed with the taste of Ryujin's juices, her thought process evaporated by the subservience she was showing.

All of a sudden Ryujin pulled her head away.

"On the couch."

Minnie immediately laid flat on her back on the ottoman, whereupon Ryujin clambered atop her and straddled her face. Minnie's tongue shot out and delved into Ryujin's wet tunnel, prodding, poking, and swiping anywhere and everywhere that could pleasure her.

She couldn't see much of anything apart from Ryujin's naked torso, but she felt someone else on the ottoman, seemingly at her gesture. She gasped as a pair of strong, callused hands lifted her lower body up and a very stiff, throbbing head pressed against her entrance.

"Mmph!" She tried to stop it, maybe slow it dow, but too late. The next second her pussy had enveloped what she estimated to be at least eight inches of rock-hard, pulsing cock.

The pussy on her mouth drowned out her cry, the vibrations bringing its owner that much closer to orgasm. Dutifully, Minnie continued and started thrusting her tongue in and out of Ryujin as fast as she could.

She adored the position she was in; being used like a sex toy by her best friend and a stranger friend of Jennie's. She'd been looking for someone to assume this position with for much too long; she'd never known that she spoke to said person every day. Had she known that Ryujin would be willing to dominate her in this hot way, she'd have leapt at the opportunity.

"Yes, Minnie, keep going, right there!" Ryujin bucked her hips, riding Minnie's face in a desperate attempt to reach her orgasm. A few more seconds passed and then as Minnie's tongue slid over her clit and Gakere delivered a hard smack to her jiggling ass simultaneously, she erupted like a volcano, drenching the mouth and face she was riding in her cum and releasing a cry that every neighbor on the block was definitely awoken by.

Ryujin whimpered and slumped forward and off of her. Gakere's cock kept pumping, the ridges, bumps and veins rubbing over sensitive spots that made her mewl with pleasure.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, "Keep going...harder..."

Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pushed apart her thighs, and plunged back in. The position allowed even deeper penetration, and he sank his hips all the way down until every last millimeter was deeply rooted inside her.

Her eyes widened. "Fuck!"

"So big...!"

"So deep~"

His tip was at a point in her pussy she didn't know could be accessed, firmly pressing against the barrier that was her cervix.

"Oh my god...fuck me, master~"

Never in her life had she felt so submissive and taken so much pleasure in it. Never in her life has she been this infatuated with a sensation. And never in her life had she been more desperate to be fucked, railed, absolutely obliterated by a dick.

Gakere obliged her request and claps of skin on skin rang out as he started giving it to her. Stroke after stroke, he attained maximum penetration with well-honed skill she'd never had the luck of experiencing before.

"Yes, yes, yes, harder! Pound my little pussy! I belong to you~"

Her declaration felt very odd to say, even amongst the subservient-minded thoughts she had. Usually it was the bottom boys she ran into who were doing the serving and the belonging to her, but now she found herself in the same place. And she loved that feeling more than anything she'd ever known before.

A length of black fabric suddenly closed around her eyes. Sensory deprivation was something she'd very rarely been on the receiving end of, but she had always found it quite thrilling.

Ryujin was starting to come back to. She'd clearly not gotten enough of Minnie's tongue, because she straddled her face again, but it was a little different this time.

"Eat my ass, you little whore."

There were no reservations in Minnie's mind whatsoever.

"Yes, mistress~"

Gakere took the opportunity to land a few spanks on Ryujin as Minnie's tongue started probing against her asshole, a largely foreign sensation to both of them.

"Good girl," Ryujin moaned, arching her back. "Such a good girl for me..."

Minnie purred at the praise and increased her efforts. She was rapidly advancing towards an orgasm, and judging by the pulses and throbbing of Gakere's cock inside her, so was he. His groans increased in volume, as did Ryujin's in the face of Minnie's frenzied licking.

"Gonna cum, little slut."

"I'm gonna cum Minnie, don't stop!"

Like New Year's in London, the three of them exploded. Ryujin's cum gushed over Minnie's face as her own squirted onto Gakere. A sea of thick, warm liquid poured into Minnie's thoroughly-fucked pussy, which nearly made her cum again.

Ryujin collapsed off of Minnie's face as Gakere's girthy dick pulled out of her, and the three of them started their rest period with only the panting, gasps, and soft moaning filling the room. Minnie slid the blindfold off herself.

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"Ryujin?" Came a voice from outside the door.

A grin spread across both faces as Minnie and Ryujin looked at each other.

"Be right there, Jungho~" ______________________________________________________________

JENNIE ______________________________________________________________

They'd scarcely gotten into the house before Jennie found herself trapped against the door by Chiumbo's hulking form.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you black out, little slut." He breathed into her face. His arms, which were on either side of her body, keeping her trapped, felt delectably solid against her.

"I'd like to see you try," she taunted. His eyes narrowed, and she rolled her hips against him.

The other three had already stripped Lisa; she was being fingerblasted by Jaali and pinned to the wall by Kariuki and Onkwani. Jennie's attention was quickly drawn back to her own circumstances as Chiumbo quickly and expertly relieved her of her own clothing.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her unresisting body into the bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door, shed the shirt and blazer, and bore down on Jennie's sprawled, naked form.

She hummed in pleasure at his touch; she was so desperately horny that she didn't really care what he did to her.

"Please," she gasped, barely able to get words out for how much and how adeptly he was touching her, "please tie me up and ruin me, master. I want that huge dick inside me again, I want you to fuck me so hard it splits me in half!"

"I happen to have brought the appropriate tools for such a thing, kahaba." He held up four pairs of cuffs. "Flip over."

"Yes, master!" Her insides churned with excitement as she followed his order and turned over onto her stomach. She felt her legs being pulled apart, and each ankle being cuffed to a bedpost. Then he moved into her field of vision and cuffed each of her arms to its own bedpost, leaving her spread-eagled, drenched, and horny as all hell.

The sound of cloth sliding on skin reached her ears and then his weight was on top of her, his cockhead rubbing over her folds.

"D-don't tease me, master~" She shuddered. "Take what's yours, make me scream, make me cum..."

She didn't know where he'd gotten a blindfold, but the next second it had been tied around her eyes, turning her vision black. Before she'd even had time to react, his cock slammed into her slick pussy.

"Ahhh, fuck!" She wailed in pleasure. "So big, you're gonna fucking break me! Oh god, yes, fill me up!"

Each stroke of the brutal force driving her into the bed was like a peek through heaven's pearly gates. Her world and her consciousness narrowed to the relentless pounding of his shaft into her.

"Yes, yes, harder!" She moaned. Fuck me like the dirty, slutty whore I am!"

His hand fastened around her hair and his thrusts quickened. "Tell me, kahaba, who owns you?"

"You do, master!" She cried. "Only you! I belong to you!"

"Good little whore."

Jennie's screams reverberated in the timbers of the house as he pushed her to new heights of bliss. Her brain drew a blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation lighting her nerves on fire. Her eyes rolled into her head; she didn't know where she was, or who she was, either - all she knew was that she was going to cum from this ecstasy.

"I'm gonna...s-shit, I'm gonna cum..." Her vision blurred. "Fuck~"

She hadn't heard the door open or his footsteps as he approached; her euphoric tunnel vision had made her completely oblivious to Jaali's entrance. That was, until he appeared in her hazy vision, sat down, and pushed his dick past her half-open lips. She moaned and started bobbing her head as best she could; she would never say no to the taste of Jaali's cum.

"Mm, such a good girl," he said, taking hold of her head and pulling down. "My obedient little slave."

His cock was already wet, probably from Lisa's saliva, but she paid it no heed. Chiumbo grunted with the toil of keeping up his effort; he and Jennie could both feel the fact that he was getting close.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Siwezi kudumu zaidi!" (I can't last much longer!)

"Are you ready to take our cum, little slut?" Jaali asked.

She nodded wildly. She was more than ready; she'd been ready for this role her entire life. The next second, both cocks had been deeply buried into her and both erupted inside.

It was as though dynamite had been lit inside her mind. It felt like her nerves were exploding with pleasure, and her climax struck her like a thunderbolt from the heavens. Her scream was muffled by the cock and large amount of seed in her mouth, but definitely audible nonetheless. A powerful jet of her cum squirted out of her and over the mattress, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.

And then, it all became too much and her vision faded as she lost consciousness. ______________________________________________________________

LISA ______________________________________________________________

The moment the door had shut after Jaali, Onkwani and Kariuki rounded on Lisa like a pair of hungry wolves. Kariuki picked her up as easily as if she were a little child and with little concern tossed her onto the couch.

"I haven't forgotten how tight your pussy is, kahaba." His voice was low and carried a chilling tone. "And believe me when I say I'm going to absolutely ruin it."

"Mmh~" She moaned even at the mere thought. "Yes, please..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"Yes please, master..."

"Good girl." He smirked. "Spread those legs for me."

She quickly complied and spread her legs apart, watching with ravenous lust as both of their clothes came off piece by piece.

Within seconds they were on top of her, and she quickly found herself moved into a doggy position. To make things even more arousing for her, Onkwani produced a length of rope and tied her hands together behind her back, rendering her completely helpless to whatever they felt like doing to her.

"Please, use me," she breathed. "Use me however you want."

"Oh, I intend to." Kariuki grinned evilly.

The next second, she'd been stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey in both ends full of thick meat. Her senses were suddenly overloaded with intense pleasure, and she no longer registered anything but the sensation.

"Ohmhghhd~" The sound that left her was in no way intelligible past the excessive quantity of dick in her mouth, but it was well understood nonetheless. Dutifully, she opened her throat as best she could and allowed them to get to work.

She'd never realized how fast a man could thrust his hips until that moment. What the two lacked in power, they made up for in pure speed. With blinding velocity they pounded both sides of her ferociously, sending her spinning headlong down the slick road to climax.

Lisa moaned and whimpered into the shaft in her mouth. What little was left of her reservations about this entire tribal slave concept was crumbling under the relentless, jackhammering assault of these two men. She'd been, relatively speaking, new to sex when she'd come to Kenya with Jennie, but she was now all too willing to indulge in this depraved ecstasy.

Like metal heating up inside a furnace, her body seemed to be getting hotter. A feeling like molten lava pooling in her lower abdomen was rising, a clear indicator that she was approaching her peak. Several slaps landed on her ass.

"Fhhhk~" She cried. She started bobbing her head back and forth in an effort fueled by her pure arousal, skyrocketing Onkwani's pleasure. With what little brainpower she could muster from the pile of mush her mind had become, she intentionally clamped down on Kariuki's cock to ramp it up for him as well.

With a simultaneous cry of pleasure, the three of them joined together in a concurrent orgasm, and a barrage of cum flooded into both holes.

...

"Wake up, Jennie."

It was still nighttime; Jennie could tell by the lack of sunlight attacking her eyes through her eyelids. She opened her eyes to Jaali's rumbling voice urging her awake. Everything in her lower region felt thoroughly used, but her heart lept when she realized they were going to get Somi.

"Are we leaving?" She yell-whispered.

"Indeed we are. Get dressed," he continued, "because it's time to go retrieve my other little slut."

Both of them shared an identically maniacal grin.

"Here we come, Somi."

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A/N: Aaaaaaand that's a wrap on Field Trip Part 3. Field Trip 4 will be in progress immediately, so it won't be THAT much longer. End scenes might have been a little rushed, but I was anxious to get this out and get FT4 started. Thank you all very much for reserving the extensive amount of time this takes to read for me. I hope you all enjoyed!

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[the-kr8tor]

She Chose Me

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Synopsis: Ekko asks you to help him pierce his ear, but it leads to something unexpected.

Word count: 2.2k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), established relationship, childhood friends to lovers (speed run edition), lovestruck! Ekko, spoilers for season 2, CW blood mention, fluff.

@yumeaoka-chan -- I combined your prompt (using z-drive after R confesses) with this one I hope it's okay! If not I can still do your request 🫶

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“Stop moving, Ekko.” Your hands pause on his ear lobe, the needle in between your index and thumb shakes slightly from trepidation.

“I'm not.” He says, brows pinched together, nose scrunched up in front of the cracked hand mirror he's holding.

“Yes, you are. You're fidgeting.” Leaning down, knee pressed on the side of his thigh whilst he's sitting down on a tiny stool. Chin laying atop his shoulder, you stare at him through the mirror. “Just breathe, boss man.” He huffs at the nickname, the small smile on his lips betraying the annoyed huff.

Ekko seems confident in his seat, brown eyes steady, breathing stable and his hands don't tremble despite the looming danger he's about to face. Danger you're about to face.

The tree house is brightly lit with the warm lamp illuminating directly at him and you. But the air around you sits heavy with worry and fear for what's to come. He may seem fine on the outside, but he's frozen with fear inside. His stomach feels like it's about to flip at any moment, breath heavy inside his throat, and heart pounding with every second it ticks by. He's afraid, deadly afraid. But he won't let it show, especially to you. And yet, you know. You can see it in how his eyes dart back and forth from the clock ticking in the corner, then over to the reflection of your face. You've known him for a long time, ever since you grew up with him on the same streets.

Familiarity comes with it, affection dragged alongside the familiarity.

“I'll just do it myself.” Twisting around in his seat, stool squeaking, he tries to grab the clean needle from you. He fails when you move it away from his reach. “C’mon, if you don't want to do it, I'll do it.”

“Too late for that. Besides, I already disinfected it.” You tilt your head with the same look you give him whenever you catch him lying. Surrendering, he drops his hand to his lap.

“Then why are you hesitating?” His eyes narrow at you, trying to ignore how his jacket looks good on you. “Do you still not believe me that it'll look good?”

“No, I believe you.” You click your tongue, pushing the swivel stool so that his back is turned away from you. He rolls his eyes at your indignation. “I know you'll look good with anything, Ekko.” Lifting up the mirror with your hand wrapped gently around his wrist, you can see yourself in the mirror again, and how his eyes avoid your own. He doesn't flinch from the contact, he languishes in it. “It’s just that— your timing is a bit off.”

You've iced his bruises, lovingly painted on his face with the same hourglass shape almost everyday, it's only natural that you'd pierce his ear too. Despite your initial protest.

“No time like the present.” Ekko glances at your reflection, your eyes boring into the side of his head with worry. For a second, he contemplates whether or not he should tell you what happened in the alternate universe. But he thinks it's better off telling you about his feelings for you rather than explain what he experienced. One day he'll tell you, but for now he focuses on winning the war so that day would come. It's easier to explain that he's been in love with you for the past seven or so years. But he won't actually do it now, right?

“I thought about it, Y/N. I'm sure.”

Smiling, you take his chin gently in your hand, making him face the mirror and in turn face you. “I know you don't do anything half assed.” Flicking your eyes at his hair, you smile wider, “I mean, that hair?” You whistle lowly. “You look fucking dapper, more than ready to take on the whole noxian army.”

Ekko swallows thickly, hands clammy, and the mirror in danger of slipping from his grip. “Thanks.” Inhaling, he hides his flustered self effortlessly. He's experienced in that area after years of doing it. He clears his throat. “Can you please just do it?”

“Of course.” You lean away, assuming the previous position of you holding the needle at his earlobe. He can't ignore how warm your hands are, or how your eyes trace the slope of his face with a sneaky look. “When you stop squirming that is.”

With a roll of his eyes, Ekko swiftly twists the seat to face you once again. The sudden momentum has you almost falling backwards, if not for his hands holding and catching you in place, you would've fallen flat on your back. You notice his warm hands on your bare waist, cropped shirt leaving your skin naked and in full display for him.

You thought that he would pull back from the contact and how you look at him with wild eyes, but within a second, he pulls you in, standing you in between his legs. Placing your hand on his shoulders, and the other accidentally on his bare stomach, you're careful not to poke him with the needle. Your eyes never left his, and his own never left the comfort of your stare.

“I don't…” His eyes stare intently, hands squeezing the dip of your hips. “...Squirm.”

Your skin is aflame, goosebumps spreading like wildfire all over you. “N–No, you don't.” You feel like a puddle, and he's ready to soak you right up.

He nods once, taking your wrist and placing the needle to graze at the shell of his ear. “Glad we could finally agree.”

Cupping his cheek with your free hand, you sigh. “I'm worried about you, Ekko.”

“Is that why you're stalling?” He asks, leaning against your hand as he stares up at you with soft eyes.

“That, and I've only pierced ears thrice in my life. Two for me, one for Scar.” Chuckling, you brush your thumb right under his tired eyes. There's a shine on those eyes you love so much, something akin to hope. You know he saw something in those months he was gone. He isn't ready yet to tell you, but you're willing to wait and stick around just for him. He doesn't even need to tell you anything, he's already here back with you and that's enough. “I–I don't know what's gonna happen out there. I know not getting injured is out of the question, but please, I still want to tell you to be careful.”

His vision flashes back to you in the other universe, where your eyes aren't permanently etched with fatigue, lips forever pressed together in a smile. She was you, and her lips were on his own for a moment. But he knows you and her aren't the same person. Both were born and raised in Zaun, but lived in two different circumstances.

And yet, both chose to be with him.

“Ekko?” With your voice calling him, he blinks and your face greets him back, the same face he grew up with, the same face he loved throughout the years. “I won't pierce your ear until you promise me.”

“I love you.” He blurts out, but not lacking sincerity.

You chuckle, needle almost slipping from your fingers. “You do?”

“Yeah, figured, why the hell not?” His nonchalance helps hide his apprehension.

“Is this your way of making me pierce your ears?” You say through the unshed tears.

Ekko raises a brow, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile. “You're stalling again.”

“This time I'm not.” Sitting down on his lap to level with him, he graciously lets you with his hand pushing on your waist so you could be closer to him. His hands never left your body, holding you in place. Cupping his cheeks, you pull him closer to your waiting lips. “I was just taking the time to simmer in your confession. Scar owes me lunch.”

“You bet on—? Shut up about Scar—” with a soft push against the small of your back, he meets halfway with you. Finally sealing your lips with a much awaited kiss.

Ekko hums against you, the sound reverberating from your lips down to your chest, filling it with warmth. He holds you flush against him. Chest to chest, arms holding you impossibly closer. The sound of your lips in sync with his echoes around the small room. Eyes closed, you memorize how he feels on you, how his breath stutters against you, and how his eyes fluttered closed the second you kissed him back with the same softness and fervent.

His hands slither across your back until he blindly reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you closer, angling your face to better kiss you fully. It's the first kiss out of many, sloppy, smiling in between, teeth still clashing together, and nose knocking against one another, but it still has you breathless in his arms.

“Ekko.” You whisper, leaning slightly away to intake air back into your lungs. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He blinks, hand moving away from you to pull at the rope on his z-drive. The world goes back a few seconds with you locking lips with him, heaving in place, hands balled around his hair.

“I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

He beams at you, pulling and releasing the rope back to reverse time once more to hear the words he has only heard in his dreams.

You pull back away from him, lips obviously kissed. “I love you too. Have been since you accidentally knocked me unconscious with a wrench.”

Ekko chuckles, placing his forehead atop yours to breathe you in. You giggle, releasing his hair to slide your hands down and move towards his chest to feel his beating heart against your palms.

“Sorry, just wanted to hear you say it again. You fell for me because of that?”

Your brows furrow at his peculiar words. Eyes moving at his hand that's still clutching the rope, you laugh. “You could've just asked me to say it again. The wrench probably knocked something loose.” You joke, still panting from the kiss.

Leaning away, his knuckles brush along your jaw then down to your lips where he wipes the sheen with his thumb. “And I wanted to kiss you again.”

“You should've said so.” Your eyes are practically shaped like hearts. “Pucker up, Ekko.”

He smiles, closing the distance once again. The kiss was much more familiar this time, soft and gentle, savouring every second of it. Your nose still nudges his own, but it's intentional this time. He still smiles during the kiss, but it's because you do too. Once he reluctantly moves away to inhale, you grab his face, pecking all over his cheek, chin, nose and forehead, until there's no space that's left unkissed. You pull away, and he does the same, lips smacking carefully against the tip of your nose, in between your eyes, and cheekbones, until you're a giggling mess in his arms.

Ekko looks at you with a lopsided smile, giddiness etched on his ecstatic expression. “Now we're both stalling.”

“At this point we're not getting anything done. Baby blue might bust in here to tell us off.”

“Later then.” He promises, a promise to be careful, a promise that he'll come back to you alive.

You nod, kissing him chastely, eyes tightly closed with a hope that your kiss would single handedly protect him. Pulling away, you grin at him, easing him some more. “Later, I promise.” You vow him the same thing.

“Okay,” he pats your thigh, reluctantly lifting you off his lap. “Come and stab me.”

Shaking your head with a smile, you take a fresh needle and quickly disinfect it since the needle you were holding onto is long gone in between the floorboards. Cleaning your hands, you shake your nerves away, and the trembling in your hands, not from the anxiety but from his breathtaking kiss.

Holding his ear lobe, you're the one holding your breath in once he nods at you to do it. With the needle piercing him, and the new silver hoop earring in, you marvel at the sight of your handiwork.

You hold the mirror up, showing him the back. “You didn't bleed much, thank fuck. What do you think?”

Ekko, rotates on his seat again, grabbing you by your hips with his finger looped around your belt loops and pulling you closer as he looks up at you with endearment.

“I like it, what do you think?” He plops his head on your shoulder, careful not to nudge his new piercing.

“You're right, it suits you. You look very handsome.” You whisper, hand splayed over his back, and lips blowing air into his warm ear, making him flinch away. He looks at you, feigning offense but his mirrored smile says otherwise. “You're welcome, you still need to pay me though.”

“Oh really?” The silver earring sparkles in the light as he tilts his head teasingly. “In what kind?”

You pretend to think. “Hmm, I'll take payment in kisses.”

He shrugs, taking your chin in between his fingers. “Pucker up then. I have too much so I expect some spare change right after.”

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love is a kick to the stomach

max verstappen - sequel to: lust is a loaded hand gun

tags: smut/fluff, pregnancy & kids, falling in love, dad!max, body worship, tenderness, plot, cowgirl position

a/n: this was made possible by the support of over a dozen people asking for a sequel! i hope you enjoy it <3

"are you sure you're going to be fine on your own?" your former teammate charles asked as he helped you pack the last of your suitcases. your apartment in monaco was bare, and for good reason, you were going home.

you replied with a shrug, "i'll be fine. i mean if i could sustain a driving career for as long as i did. i can handle raising a baby." you rubbed your lower back a little bit.

charles said,"i guess so, you know, monaco isn't a terrible place to raise a child." he gestured to himself with raised eyebrows.

"as much as i'd love to." you said, "i think people will start to raise eyebrows when they see max's look-alike running around. plus, i guess it's a way to get away from it. something simpler for my kid."

you hadn't spoken to the father of your son, max didn't know you were pregnant. and it was the best for everyone if he never knew that you had a child with him.

you remember the first time you held nicolas in your arms, it took you close to ten hours for you to deliver him. you had to say, the aches and pains of racing were nothing compared to the rising anxiety and pain of delivering a child. didn't help he was stubborn like this father. you tried not to think about max too much during the moments of lessened pain. part of you wanted him there, while you were determined to raise your child alone. the moments of weakness you felt during delivery made you want to hastily unblock max's number and call him before the next contractions came.

"okay, okay. just you and me, baby, just you and me." you told yourself as you laid in the hospital bed with your belly swollen from the months of carrying your son. you hissed through your teeth as another contraction hit.

in the end, you had nicolas. or nico as you called him. tired, over-heated as you pushed out your baby. the nurse told you it was a boy. wrapped in a blanket as he was placed on your chest. you could only describe it as maternal warmth as you cried. this was your baby. your little nico. "congratulations." the nurse told you as you held onto him gently. when you gave birth to your son, max was in monaco streaming with the rest of the redline team. fully unaware that you just had his child.

you lived a quiet life after that, but sometimes you could still feel the rumble of the track in your soul. it pulled you in, there was no reason for it to come back. there was no way you could, nico needed his mother and you made the choice to start a family of your own.

"nico!" you giggled towards your toddler, nico was now close to three years old! you picked him up from his spot at the coffee table, surrounded by papers and markers. you gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "remember uncle charlie?" you swayed a little with the child in your arms.

the little boy nodded, "uh-huh." charles sent you and nico christmas presents every year. he even visited once or twice during summer break and spent a week with the two of you, he loved the time away from the hustle and bustle of racing. nico knew uncle charlie mostly because of leo, you had to teach him how to be gentle with the dog.

"well, he is inviting us somewhere. we're going to see him race, just like what mama used to do." it was the pre-season testing, it would be nice to see everyone. see how things changed in the three years since you left, "i know you've been asking about the cars." you smiled at the little boy.

nico really was the son of two racers, even now he was colouring pages of cars and he learned some of his colours from the cars in your neighbourhood. his expression light up, "the cars?"

you chuckled and said, "yes! we'll see the cars go really fast." it felt somewhat silly to say that raising a child felt more fulfilling than any of the titles you won.

it was almost more challenging with more rewards. driving was intense and lit an inferno in your stomach. but, you were constantly swarmed by the media with people yelling in your ear at all times. you were both hated and loved by the press, the organization and the fans. and while parenthood was harder in a lot of ways, it was nice. it was quieter. you saw friends, you found interest in painting, you read all the books you bought on your travels as a racer. the best part about having a kid was having a travel buddy. you weren't your stats or your trophies, you were just you.

but driving was a drug, and you also wanted to see the cars go very fast. so within a couple of weeks you were on the track for the pre-season.

"and that nico, is a racing car." you pointed towards the red ferrari car. a similar one to the one you drove. and you watched your young son light up the way you did all those years prior.

-

you knew you were going to see max. it was stupid to think that you could not see him. he had won the previous year's wdc, he was everywhere. so while you spoke to lewis and charles, you caught sight of him. and he caught sight of the toddler in your arms.

charles looked over to where your gaze was and said, "oh shit." then tried to shift over to sort of usher you and nico away from the gaze of max. but you reached out and touched your former teammates shoulder.

"it's fine..." you assured him. the past year, as it felt like nico was growing so much everyday. the feelings about max had resurfaced. while you believed that you and your network of friends and family could raise nico just fine. max didn't know that nico existed. a night of passion was just that in max's mind.

you shifted your toddler in your arms and looked over to max. you smiled and gave him a small wave. and you could see the expression cross max's face.

nico let go of the front of your shirt and made child's grabby-hands towards the man. and max took a bold step forward, and then another, and then another before he was crowded in your space. an expression across his face as he looked down at you and nico.

"hey." you said.

"hi." he replied. he raised his hand for a moment, but stopped himself. he swallowed and asked, "who is this?"

you looked down at the boy who was holding onto your shirt once more. you smiled at max, "nicolas. but everyone calls him nico. he's my son."

our son.

max swallowed and looked at the boy. he patted him on the top of the head and smiled, "well, hello nico. your mama was an amazing driver." he looked at you once more before you were pulled away by charles to see the rest of the ferrari team. max watched you walk away, just as he did all those years prior.

-

"can i watch nico?" charles asked while

"i can watch him just fine. i've been doing it for three years." you chuckled as you grabbed a chip from the bag and ate it.

charles crossed his arms and looked at you, "when was the last time you had a break? plus me and alexandra are thinking about, maybe, having a child once my career winds down." he smiled a little, "want to make sure that i can handle a three year old."

you looked to your son on the carpeted floor playing with the duplo blocks that you had brought with you. you then looked to charles and asked, "so you're probably assuming that if you can handle the son of me and him, you can handle your own child?"

charles nodded, "the child of ferrari's princess and mad max. must be a handful." he laughed a little.

"he's not the son of satan, charles." you playfully shoved your former teammate. and he shrugged. you were thankful in a way that you didn't go with charles' plan for him to father your child. you felt like that would've been more complicated than what you had now, since you liked charles' current partner.

"take the night off or at least a few hours. go do something for yourself." charles gave you a sympathetic glance. and you had no choice to concede.

he was right, since nico's birth you had no time for yourself unless he was asleep. but usually you fell asleep too. in the end you dressed nicely, in a pencil skirt and a white blouse. you had your purse on hand and told charles to text you if there were any issues. and you made nico promise you to be good. you kissed the boy's cheek before you headed out.

you ended up at a bar. it wasn't busy and you blended in with the other patrons. the press didn't bother you too much, you had been out of the spotlight for long that it was mostly making the public aware that you still existed and now you had a kid.

"well, well, well." a man's voice caught your attention. you looked up from your phone to see max by your table, "has ferrari's princess finally come back to her castle."

you swallowed, "hi, max."

"where's the little one?"

"with charles tonight."

max nodded, "i was going to make a joke about him being the father... but i know that's not true." he sat down across from you at the table. he rested his forearms on the table, his watch shined in the low light of the bar, "what happened?"

"nothing happened. i just retired."

"with my son... a son i knew nothing about." his voice was low, "why didn't you tell me? do you think so low of me i wouldn't have tried to help? you ran off back home and blocked me..." there was a look in his eyes.

"i didn't want to burden the world champion." you lied as you took a sip of your stiff drink. you felt tension in your shoulders as you took a sip. your heart rattled in your chest, "i didn't expect you to do anything. i didn't need you to."

max reached across the small table and took a hold of your wrist to bring your closer. then he locked his fingers with yours. he said, "maybe i wanted to... did you never think i wanted to be a father?"

you swallowed, "no." you assumed he didn't. not after everything, you heard enough of his father's berating in your karting career. the angry dutch words followed by insults in english so everyone knew what was being said. and that apprently only scratched the surface of what had been done to him. you thought max was a good fit because he would be so disinterested in being a parent. but as he looked at you, hand in yours. you realized you made a grave error. you said, "being a parent isn't easy."

max chuckled, "i know. i'm not stupid. i thought about that night we shared, it comes back to me. i've never wanted someone the way i wanted you. and to know you carried my child, it only pulls me in more."

you took another sip of your drink with your free hand and said, "and what are you going to do about it, verstappen?" you may be a mother now, but you were ferrari's princess, the temptress on wheels. you'd still go toe-to-toe with any man.

max simply smiled.

-

you ended up in max's hotel room. his hands on you like they were all those years ago. he touched you the way a lover would as the two of you passionately made out. you moaned against his lips and you held onto his strong shoulders.

"i thought about you every day of your retirement. i wanted to know what happened. i thought you were sick." he kissed along your neck, his hands at your waist.

"i mean, i did have quite the stomach bug. took ten hours to get him out." you moaned a little bit as his lips grazed over your pulse point. you could feel a surge of pleasure through you. you had been with anyone intimately since max. you didn't have time for dates let alone hook-ups.

"i should've been there. i would've been there in a heartbeat. you, me, nico... a family." he said as he looked to you once more and you toyed with the material of his shirt, "i always had a fondness for you. you let nothing stop you."

you smiled, "i always thought you wanted a model... not a driver."

he pressed his chest against yours and looked into your eyes, "maybe in another time. i wish i could've seen you pregnant." he swallowed as his hands touched your breasts.

you chuckled lowly, "someone wanted a milf?"

he shook his head as he pressed his forehead to yours, "no, no. i wanted to see your body change from what we made. the child we made together."

"but racing..."

he groaned, "fuck it. choose between another trophy taking up space in my apartment... or a home with you and nico. such a hard choice, don't you think?" he chuckled as he held you so close to him. he groped your breasts, "a man who finds more fulfillment in pieces of plastic and metal than having a home to go to is a stupid man."

you chuckled, "i guess i didn't want to be your wag either."

he shook his head, "i don't think you can be a wag if you played the sport. if you are worried about there being expectations placed on you, then don't worry. if you can't drive, then i'll drive twice as hard for us. any ten second gap i have will be twenty seconds, because i know you only expect the best."

you felt warmth in your cheeks. and eventually he led you to the bedroom. you ended up on the bed with max undoing your button up. you giggled, "ah, does someone like mothers?"

he groaned with his nose against your heated skin, "only when they had my kid... nico looked exactly like me." he said as he got the button up off your shoulder.

you moaned, but then yelped as he pushed you back onto the bed. you looked up at him, "i'm on birth control." you licked your lips as you got out of your bra and max took off his t-shirt, "fuck, now i remember why i wanted to have a baby with you."

he put his hands on his hips and smiled. tiny waist, broad shoulders. a certain strength to him, but he didn't look like a dehydrated mess. he was strong in a way that excited you, but you also knew that he loved a good meal. long before he gorged himself on your cunt, he happily ate the meals you cooked. you remember he even said, "you'd make a great wife." which honestly sowed the seed that led to nico.

the night of passion that led to the making of your son. you could feel max's eyes wander across your body and he licked his lips. he said, "you look good. bit more curves than when we last were like this."

"yeah, i had an eight pound baby." you chuckled as you got the rest of your clothes off. max's hungry gaze lingered, "i got a few more curves that a track as carry him for nine months, you know he was three days overdue."

"stubborn." max laughed as he unzipped his jeans, "just like his mama."

you narrowed your eyes, "no, just like his old man." and max was all over you. the kissed became hungry and needy. neither of you had been intimate with another person since the night you made nico. three years ago. you were busy with a baby while max couldn't get you out of his head. he tried to find another woman, he tried to be close to someone. but you always pulled in the back of his mind.

both of you were into the hotel room and max kissed at your breasts. your breasts were roughly average size before you got pregnant. the training and weight guidelines for racing prevented you from having a big chest. but you went up at least a cup and a half during your pregnancy. and max loved kissing the heated skin.

"fuck." you gasped. both naked on the bed, moved against one another. it was like being in a familiar place. you knew max's body just as you did all those years ago. you kissed him and ended up straddled max's waist.

he was up against the pillows and your knees on either side of him. your hands roamed his chest and he shuddered. he looked up at you with those blue eyes, "please, fuck. please, give me a chance. give me a chance to be there for you and nico.."

you swallowed, you never expected that from max. a man on the top like that wouldn't easily quiver at the aspect of being a father. but max wanted it. he wanted the family. he wanted a home. you sighed to yourself, you guessed an apartment full of trophies wasn't enough.

you put a hand on his chest before you sank on his cock, "max. if nico decided not to peruse racing.... would you still love him?" that was a conversation you had to have with yourself. you loved racing, that was your passion for years. but you promised yourself to never be the parent that you saw early in your career. twisting their children to make them conform to the parent's standards. to force them into racing.

he said, those blue eyes gazed up at you, "if nico wanted to race. i'm behind him a hundred percent. if it doesn't, nothing changes... he is still my son. i'm behind him through everything."

you leaned down to kiss max on the lips, "fuck, max." you sank down onto his cock and continued to kiss him. you splayed your hands across his broad chest and continued to move against him.

"shit." he shuddered. he felt a certain euphoria that left him needy for more. never had he had soemthing like this. not since the last time he had you. it was a amazing. to have you so close once more. he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you. the kisses shared between you two were hot and heavy, it left him feeling tense in a good way. to have you on top of him, close to him was a feeling he wished he could never forget.

even after three years you still occupied his mind in ways that left him shuddering against you. after three years, after all this time, he still wanted to map your body with his tongue. even the changes post-pregnancy. he held onto you and kissed at your heated skin. he wished he was there, seeing the progress of you carrying nico. to be a father. he moved against you, he held you. he loved you, but he had been holding onto that love for some time. unable to properly display it, and to find out you had a child with him only fueled the passion for you. the two of you moved against one another, you both felt the intense pleasure from the heated movements against one another.

this was how you should've been a long time ago. if max had known you wanted a baby, he would've happily had one with you. but he should've been there for every moment of it. even if you couldn't race because of the pregnancy, max would kiss every winning trophy in your honor, he'd race for both of you. and then come to the paddock with you and nico, a family of three. a family he always wanted.

he wanted to kiss you in front of the cameras. even if you were retired, he wanted to make you feel that every winning was for both of you. he kissed at you heated skin and you moaned, he felt the warmth of love in his gut. you two should've been married by now, a house somewhere quiet. it didn't even have to be in monaco. max would happily pack up his racing sim gear and his cats, and move to anywhere you desired. he hoped that you two could be a family.

to come home after a triple header and see you and nico. the boy looked so much like him. those round cheeks, those wide eyes. the excitement on the track and his need to be close to his mother (you). it screamed a young max, but max wanted to be a better father. he wanted to be present, he wanted to be there for his son.

he groaned, "please, please. let me into your little family." he kissed as your larger breasts and moved against you. the pleasure was deep inside of him. to have you once more felt like a dream.

you held onto his short hair for a moment, you groaned a little bit as you felt the immense heat between you two. you leaned down and kissed him on the head with such tenderness. this wasn't the kind of sex you had all that time ago, this was something more softer. more gentle. less like a means to an end, and more like you two were becoming familiar with each other's bodies again.

"you look perfect," he said lowly, "i'm surprised you hadn't picked uo a husband after all the time." he held on a little tighter and worked your body against him. the pleasure shot through the both of you which only spurred you on the move faster.

your bucked your hips against his, you felt the inferno in your belly as you held his face and kissed him once more. if he wanted to be in nico's life then you'd allow it. you'd let max be involved, be the father he wanted to be. you thought his trophies were more important, but seeing him, his eagerness to be in nico's life made you realize that he wanted a family, a home. you kissed him once more as the two of you thrusted against one another.

you knew racing would always pull you back in eventually. it had that effect on people. it was infectious, even tucked away in your domestic life. you still sat on the couch with your rambunctious toddler and watched the races at odd hours.

"why do you want a life with me and nico, you could have any-"

"i don't want to hear it. nico deserves a father and you deserve a loving partner... hell, maybe even a husband." he said with total conviction as he moved against you. the pleasure felt like it was going to boil over soon.

you moved against him, eagerness in your movements. you couldn't think of anymore things to prevent max from being part of your family. your movements staggered and you felt the pleasure bloom into something more. you hissed, "fuck," while you moved against him. you felt the inferno in your soul, the need for him in ways you didn't need any other man.

this was the father of your son, and you carried feelings for him just as you carried nico. the combination of you two, the affection you had for one another in a brief moment. it was something you wanted to expand on. you wanted to love max verstappen.

you held onto the father of your child. you came around his cock and arched your back. you felt the fury of lust through your body as you moved against him. you laid a heavy kiss on his lips as your pussy clenched around his cock, "fuck." you said, words muffled by the kiss. max wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you further. you felt his cock nudge against some of your softest areas and it made you toes curl through climax.

he groaned into the kiss and continued to move against you. a few more heavy strokes and he finished inside of you. he practically melted against you and you smiled against his lips with affection. his brain felt swamped with emotion as he said, "i love you."

and without thinking you replied, "i love you too, max." then kissed him once more with total affection for one another.

max swallowed as he held you as you slowed your pace to a stop. he craned his neck to press his cheek against your soft stomach, "don't leave again... please."

"max." you panted and combed your fingers through his hair. he held onto you tighter as if you were going to slip away.

he said, in a tone you never thought you could hear from a world champion, "don't.. don't leave." this was supposed to be simple. max was a means to a child, but he wanted to be in nico's life. he wanted to be a father.

you wrapped your arms around him and held him close to your abdomen. you exhaled deeply and said, "i don't want to pressure you into being a father... if you're going to be in his life, you're going all in. he needs stability."

max lifted his head to look at you. those blue eyes dazzled in the low light of his hotel room. he held onto you a little tighter, not enough to bruise however. he said, "i'm all in. you, me, and nico." like a promise.

maybe it was the post-orgasm hormones or maybe because you became a tad more in touch with your emotions after having a child. but when max said that, you cried.

-

"go nico! go, go!!!" you shouted as your nine year old sailed past the finish line in first place and you broke into a grin. your husband wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into a kiss. you laughed into the kiss and said to your husband, "oh man. ow, ow. okay, okay!" you looked down at your swollen middle, "someone isn't happy about the excitement."

"sorry there, little one." max's hand rubbed your swollen middle. his wedding band gleamed in the afternoon light. you were welcoming a son in four months and could already feel the commotion of racing.

you smiled at max for a moment before your son got out of the cart and you were moving as fast as you could to greet him. with his helmet off, you cupped your son's chubby cheeks. he was looking more like max every day, but smashed records the way you did.

you were soon a family of four. you didn't live in your home country and max had moved away from monaco when you got married. max was a good father, as he picked up nico with ease.

"you did amazing, nico. good job!" he beamed at the little boy and the boy beamed back at him. you knew that people shouldn't have children to heal a part of themselves. you learned that when you were pregnant the first time. but when max gave praise to your son, he was giving the young boy the support he never got. that if nico was going to eventually end up in formula one, it wasn't going to be the way that max was brought up.

he'd do it right.

stern when he needed to be. you'd both push nico to be the best, but also give him the love a wide-eyed, chubby cheeked boy needed. and as you leaned down as best as you could to kiss your son on the cheek. you felt like a family. it felt like home.

you were confident that you could've raised both nico and your future son by yourself. but it was an adventure you'd rather share with max. <3

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Made of ice

Jackson era! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: One stormy night in the safety of Wyoming, it occurs to Joel that even though life has turned his heart into a slab of ice, there's a soft, melting spot buried deep inside... Only reserved for you.

Word count: 5.2k

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Tags/warnings: MDNI, NSFW, implied age gap, canon-typical violence, Joel Miller needs his own warning, protective! Joel, soft! Joel, angst, fluff, smut, finger sucking, fingering, pet names, praise kink, language, no use of y/n, soft dom! Joel, negative thoughts, dea*h wish, self-doubt, self-confidence issues, Joel is a sweetheart here (but he doesn't think he's worthy of peace), rain, lots of rain, lightning, stormy weather, kinda established relationship, let me know if a tag has gone unnoticed.

Author's note: This is my very first attempt at writing for Joel Miller. I've had the idea in my mind for a few weeks now and it's hard to resist when it comes to him (did I say Pedro Pascal?) So I hope the details are accurate and if you decide to read this one shot, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. If you want to be mutuals, I'll be more than glad <3

Divider by: saradika-graphics

Made of ice

You should've seen what you made of him.

The calm, slow beats in his chest are strikingly different from how he remembers them. In fact, he vaguely recalls the way those racing, dreadful patterns had carved themselves into his memory. With a rigid heart made of ice, it was nearly impossible to find the pulse in him, even at his most frightened, disappointed state. 

Joel used to walk into the face of danger with a rifle clutched in his dying grip, a life to save and thousands to destroy, and in all those moments any sign of life was nonexistent in him. There used to be rage, hatred, regret, and frustration... Oh lots of frustration, running through the veins in his body. He used to walk, talk, and breathe. But he wasn't alive.

Now he doesn't find it in himself to call it miracle. But somewhere between the lines, you happened. You happened and fuelled the dying fire in the far corner of his heart. He used to keep it empty and dark, like a deserted house with no furniture, a perfect place for the noises in his head to become loud and maybe help him stand the never-ending days of what everyone called life. 

You entered his life and now most of what he feels in these old veins is warmth, safety and attachment. Yes, he doesn't call it miracle, because his past doings are too  stained and unforgivable to deserve a miracle. To deserve you. The real miracle. The fathomable idea of what it feels to be alive.

Joel feels alive.

Some days, it feels like his wretched past is clawing its way back into his mind, calling those demons to end his days of peace with you. Some nights, he's restless... So terribly restless. What if you get injured on your next patrol? What if the Raiders attack you when you're out of the gates of Jackson? What if something bad happens to you the moment his eyes close? What if these damn what ifs come to life? This old mind tricks him into seeing pictures of what has never happened and probably never will. You always assure him that you'll be careful. He trusts you and your abilities, but he does not trust his fears. Because if life is too good, it scares him. 

It scares Joel Miller, way more than it would if he was trapped in a dark room with all of his fears and demons creeping on the cold hard floor towards him. He'd rather spend every day fighting off the Clickers and Raiders and every nasty threat out there, instead of pacing around the room and waiting to see if your patrols end well or not.

So he has no choice but to either convince Tommy to pick him as your patrol partner every damn time you have to do it – which he makes sure is as limited as possible – or occasionally keep an eye on you from a distance and let his thoughts consume him at the same time. Just like what he's doing now. 

His persistence in being close to you tends to earn him annoyed eye rolls and "She's more capable than that, Joel." comments from his brother... almost all the time. But he simply can't help it, and he thinks that you know it. Because you never complain nor haul him over the coals for his instincts and worries and the immense amount of care his rigid heart feels for you. He's silently thankful for that understanding.

You are safe here, he thinks. Even though he feels restless, his heartbeat has never been this calm. He sits and watches you on nights like this and there's only one thought ringing in his head. All the scolding is worth it. You're sprawled out peacefully on the bed. His bed. It must be straight out of a fucking impossible dream. You're here, in his atmosphere, in his menacing, guilty, dark presence... And you have chosen it knowingly. It's all he can ever ask for. 

The dim moonlight is swimming in through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery shadow over your face. Your hair is falling all around you like you're knowingly doing it... Posing for an artist just to paint this delicate beauty on a canva. 

Despite his bitter mood, a content smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tearing his gaze from you, he downs the remaining whiskey and silently places the empty glass on the table, deciding that he needs a short walk to free his troubled mind. One morning, Maria woke up and decided that Joel needs to stay behind and help Tommy in fixing the issues in the town's only library. So you should have another partner for your patrol days for god knows how long. He fucking hates being told what to do. He fought tooth and nail to prevent that, and if you weren't there to stop him, he would as well turn the mess hall into another ruin that needed to be fixed – which only meant more time away from you. 

So it's going to take only two weeks, at worst. Only a terrible fortnight before things go back to normal. It's almost unbelievable how you have managed to awaken a sense of normalcy in him that he hasn't known in decades. Your absence is an instant threat to this normal life.

Maybe it's about time he gets used to it. He's not that weak. He shouldn't let his angers and worries run him. More importantly, he shouldn't ruin your much needed sleep with his usual problems right now. You've still got the weekend. He'll take a walk and be back here before you as much as stir in your deep slumber.

Oh. The damn library.

...

Jackson is eerily quiet in the middle of the night, enveloped by darkness and as isolated as it can be in this corner of the world. It's a stark contrast to how busy the whole community is during the daylight – bustling with happy greetings, careless jokes, movie days, small parties, and lots of work to do. It all asks for social interaction and he deeply hates it.

He hates when every passer-by's attention turns to you every time you step out in the open. He hates how prying eyes rove up and down your frame every time you walk into the bar. He hates how... He shakes his head, almost rolling his eyes at the loudness of these thoughts. Joel has to remind himself that he is the one you hold onto and introduce to everyone in every social gathering. The proud gleam in your eyes always placates him. There's no need to break a jaw in this town... Perhaps.

Lights flicker by the porches and the sound of his boots on the ground is the only sound that disturbs the silence. The sky is clouding over, distantly promising another stormy night in its gloomy wake. Occasional flashes of lightning light up the road and before Joel knows it, he's passing by the Tipsy Bison. It's 3 past midnight, no wonder why its doors are locked and closed. Either way he comes to a halt, letting the gears turn in his head as he opts for a very familiar path.

Your house. It's a short walk away from the bar.

Joel still recalls that day. How long has it been? Five, six, seven months? It feels like yesterday to him.

He'd had a terrible conversation with Tommy, not at all the way he'd planned it on his first day in Jackson. Things got heated up pretty quickly, leaving a bitter taste of rejection lingering on his tongue, the burn of the whiskey only worsening his mood.

"Just because life stopped for you, doesn't mean it has to stop for me..."

The words were ringing in his head as he stormed out of the bar. Shrugging his jacket on, all he wanted was to walk as far away from that area as possible. This affronted, begrudging, irrational sting was boiling in him and in that moment he was more than ready to leave the gates of Jackson even if it called for more danger. Life had really ended for him years ago, but to hear it from Tommy right after the hell he'd went through to find him... It really hurt. 

The pain was resurfacing in rapid tides.

If his boots could dig deeper, get stuck in the snow and propel him into the cold biting blanket of the earth, he'd welcome it. If life had really ended for him, he had to make it make sense by ending himself as well. This... There was this distant melody echoing in the air and cutting through his troubled thoughts. The wind was harsh against his ears, and each step brought the melody closer. 

It really could be the last song that played before his funeral.  

Joel was surrounded by all the colors, and all he could see was white, eyes fixed on the ground. He didn't pay much attention as he bumped into someone. He barely lifted his head to apologize, and then his gaze settled on the crackling fire on the left side of the road. 

Red and orange and yellow hues. It was a fresh contrast. His eyes were hurting from all the white snow.

He came to a halt, mindlessly waving at the person he'd bumped into. A dozen of kids had gathered around the burning logs in a barrel on the porch, rubbing their hands together and listening to the same melody he was entranced by. The same melody that he thought would be his burial hymn.

Joel's eyes followed their excited faces, wondering who they were looking at. He saw you mirroring their hopeful gleams first, and then he registered the guitar on your lap. 

To make the matters worse, you had tilted your head, shooting him a funnily quizzical look. He might've looked weird back then. The town's newcomer, with a permanent scowl on his face, maybe plotting murder as well (considering that it was the main topic in all the words that already flew around about him).

He didn't answer, still dead in his tracks as if he was immobilized by some invisible force. So you shifted in your seat, silently offering him a spot among the children as if to say "You can come over and join us."

He had two choices in that moment, either a polite decline was on the table or a dismissive frown. He looked over his shoulder at the bar and finally opted for the third choice – or so his mind created another choice for him – and he nodded, joining in on your little gathering without as much as saying a word. He really wanted to hear that song.

He never asked whether you knew the words to that song, but that night when he lay in bed and his thoughts were far from the idea that he wanted to bury himself in the snow, he vaguely remembered the lyrics. And it hit him hard, like a punch to the gut.

Yeah, I don't want to hurt

There's so much in this world 

To make me bleed

Stay with me

Let's just breathe

Stay with me

You're all I see

He wanted to ignore how the words affected him in the middle of the night. It was the first night he could feel some semblance of peace, not sleeping with an eye open in case someone attacked them. Ellie was safe in another room. So he really considered that. He considered the possibility of staying. He was relatively new to the community... And so damn unaccustomed to the whole arrangement. He almost woke up the next morning and started packing before he remembered where he was.

Stay with me

Let's just breathe

Those words stuck with him.

And his first encounter with you was a harbinger of different things to come.

One day of patrolling with you led to another, one night of inviting you for a drink led to another. One peaceful afternoon in the stable led to another. One gloomy evening in the clinic did not lead to another. He was way too protective of you to let that happen again.

He truly feels lucky. You could be anywhere else, better off if you picked anyone other than this grumpy, old man. And yet you still want him. You silly girl. You've melted his heart with your warmth. 

But he's like a lake, deserted in the middle of a haunted forest and engulfed in coldness. Even though the center is warm and gooey, he keeps the surface frozen and rigid and menacing. Hard enough to keep his instincts sane and alarmed. Cold enough to let everyone know that you're his and he will not fucking share. 

Lightning strikes again in the sky.

He lifts himself up and off your front stairs with a heavy grunt. An hour has passed since he left for a walk. The clouds have fully gathered in the sky and he thinks that he should be by your side now.

Joel really cares little for the details, always asking Tommy and Ellie to spare him the explanation and get straight to the point. But with you, it's hard to forget a couple of things. One night, a few weeks ago, you were pulling him past the threshold of your house. So adorably drunk and inviting. He was still a little pissed by how the rainstorm had ruined your nightly walk. Despite your complaints about sharing a kiss in the rain, he'd dragged you back to the nearest shelter possible, because he just didn't want to get fucking soaked. Joel didn't find it romantic at all. He was frowning, still pinning you against the wall for a begrudgingly needy kiss. You giggled into his mouth, playful fingers pocking at his chest. "Come on Joel. Let yourself enjoy it... All these neverending drops on the roof, the fresh earthy scent that comes after it... It's just really beautiful. One of the few things that kept me sane before I came here..." 

He's not really against the idea. But the changing weather doesn't bode well with him. One day is sunny, and the next is rainy and it just goes to show how he has no power over the situation.

Hell. A part of Joel is really terrified of the changing weather. One day it was scorching hot, and the next his boots crunched against the white blankets of neverending snow, reprimanding him for his carelessness. Time would pass whether he wanted to or not. He is still terrified, wishing he could stretch the time he could spend with you. God knows he wants an eternity with you. 

He has seen enough rain for a lifetime. He hasn't seen you enough. How could he enjoy getting soaked in tiny drops of water when all he wanted was to bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there for a while – maybe forever and a little more?

But he has considered it since then. If there are a few things that keep you happy and rainy days have to be one of them, he'll give you that. He'll get used to that. There's no pattern with the rainfall in here, and the weather forecast is pretty much nonexistent. He has promised himself to tell you whenever it rains, even though he despises the idea of you catching a cold after minutes or hours of dancing in the cold, letting droplets of water wash over you without a care in this wretched world. 

He also despises the idea of waking you up.

But he knows you'll like it. You careless, adorable girl. He lives to see that excited gleam in your eyes. Everytime you show it, this old heart pounds impatiently in his chest and it all feels like the first time it has happened.

He's back home in no time. 

So, kicking his boots off as silently as possible, he trudges over and settles down by the edge of the bed, suppressing a low groan. His knees still ache from all the never-ending effort he's put in repairing the library over the past few days. Jesus, he just wants it to be done as soon as possible. It feels like he's losing so much time when he's away from you. Now that you're still pretty much asleep in the same position he last saw you, all Joel wants is to lie down by your side and melt in your warm embrace instead of having to fight with his thoughts and the world to not take away yet another precious piece of him. He can't afford to even think about losing you.

Each flash of lightning illuminates the contours of your beautiful face and he can't help himself when he lifts a hand and lets his knuckles gently stroke your cheek. Your lips are parted ever so slightly and you look so innocent in your unconscious dream. He almost backs down, part of him hoping that it rains throughout the day, just so he doesn't guilt trip himself for the pout on your face if you miss it. You need to rest.

As if you sense his hesitation, you stir in bed and lean into his touch. A low hum escapes you, and Joel is too weak to deny himself the softness it brings. His wounded knuckles are soon replaced with a calloused thumb and he wonders what's so interesting about these hands that never ceases to catch your attention.

One night at the bar, Joel had caught you actually staring at them and when he teased you a little about it, you just shrugged and grinned mischievously. "I mean... I just like them so much. Your hands are always warm, and... and that's all."

He shrugged it off that night. Ellie had also considered it a flex for him to have warm hands even in the coldest days of winter, but with you and the way you looked at him... It was different. He knew it was more than that. 

And when the nights he shared with you went further than his sinful thoughts had planned, you showed him that it was more than that. It was more than the warmth you found there. If anything, your helpless whimpers were an indication of how capable and strong these hands were.

Heat blooms in his chest. It simply is endearing. The way you always seem to recognize his touch and send his head spiraling with the idea that you want him to do more. You've never been afraid of him. You've never pushed him away. You've never judged him for the horrible things he's done. Jesus, it should terrify him. Joel should've pushed you away at some point, because he knows you'd be better off without him, but how could he muster the strength to do so? Since that fateful moment on your porch, your presence keeps on inviting him for more. More than simply existing. And God, if you knew how he wants to do more than that every second of the day... Only if the world lets him breathe a little.

There's another bolt of lightning and raindrops finally begin to drum against the window pane.

Joel shakes his head to get rid of those worrisome ideas. Propping himself on one elbow, he leans over ever so slightly and lets his thumb trace its way to your chin, up to your jawline, and then back to the soft skin on your cheek. He draws circles over the blooming flush and then his thumb is traveling down to your lower lip. Your mouth parts just a little more, breathing even and content and if he gets a grip on himself, he may notice that there's a ghost of a smile in there as well.

"Baby..." He whispers softly, his gaze drifting all over your adorable face. You really are a piece of art, tangled in the sheets, in the safety of his house, and your innocent hums are doing something to him. Some obscene voice that silently pleads for more. More and more... Just to give you more. 

You stir a little more.

He leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, the sweet, fruity scent he's come to like a lot about you engulfing his senses. He watches every little movement with amusement. "My sweet baby... You want to see what's waitin' for you outside."

"Joel," you mumble sleepily, voice drowsy and laced with a hint of confusion as you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking around the dark room with a quizzical expression on your face. It doesn't take long for the realization to hit you and the familiar gleam in your gaze makes him smile. You stare a him, wide-eyed. "Is it- again?"

He chuckles and gestures at the window. "Yes, a heavy one at that."

Again, there's that hum of delight as you follow his gaze. The pitter-patter of the rain cheers you up like a lollipop would do to a child. It's maddeningly adorable.

You should be running to the backyard by now, but instead you stare at him for a while. It's his turn to be confused. Your smile gets broader by each passing second as your delicate hands trace his face and run over the salt and pepper patches of his beard. When you playfully ruffle his hair, your eyes are still droopy and dreamy and so damn kissable that he just can't help himself.

His other hand fondles with a loose strand of hair beside you on the pillow before twirling it between his fingers. You bite your lower lip and lift your head just enough for a brief peck on the tip of his nose. He chuckles, letting his fingers draw a line over the column of your neck, down to your chest, and at last they disappear beneath the sheets, settling comfortably on the warm expanse of your belly. 

Joel assumes that his presence is not too close to lock you in place, and yet not too loose to let you drift back into unconsciousness. You just have the perfect moment to escape. For goodness sake, rain is the one thing you choose over anything else. The thing you like a lot.

But you're still here, dazed eyes flickering all over his face and it just gives him a second thought. A new idea to test your patience. Seeing you still pinned under him and unmoving, was not really in his list when he decided to walk back home and wake you up. He chortles with amusement. If you want what he thinks you do, he could give you that... "Come on sweetheart, what's stoppin' you?"

His fingers drift lower, exploring the bare flesh of your thigh, right where his mouth was hours ago. Still as warm as he remembers, maybe a little bruised too. "It's all rainy outside. Ain't that what you wanted?"

"I know..." You mumble, an undertone of need sewn in your voice as you look down over the sheets that cover every movement of his hand. It's too dark for you to see anything anyway. He could easily toss the covers aside, but it's wickedly satisfying this way. "I'm- um, just feeling a little under the influence...and it's- uh, it's distracting."

His hand caresses its way to where he knows you need it the most, and you barely repress a shudder when his fingertips glide over your folds. But he barely feels you, a ghost of a touch hovering there as a smirk threatens to flicker at the corner of his mouth.

"Wonder if my hand's makin' a good influence or a bad one. What d'you say, baby?"

It pelts down steadily outside, but you don't seem to care the slightest about it. Neither does Joel. A low gasp emanates from you when his touch becomes proper, rubbing circles and spreading the slick over your clit as slow and unrushed as he physically can manage. You're still indecently wet after he'd brought you over the edge again and again before you dozed off... and the fact that some of his cum might be gathering in his hand is fueling his lewd thoughts.

You naughty girl.

"A very bad one, I see." He tuts, feeling your chest heaving up and down beneath him. It's easy to rile you up this way. Desperation is written in your expression... and he hasn't even started yet.

"She needs fixin', doesn't she?" Joel asks, bringing his movement to a sudden halt. You're too distracted by everything he does to form a coherent thought. He lifts an expectant brow, now actually waiting for an answer.

"Yes- yes Joel... need it so bad... so bad it hurts." You breathe, a helpless pout forming on your lips.

"I know baby. I know... Jus' lay down and let me take care of it, hm? How's that sound?" He demands again, but this time he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he pushes two fingers past your weeping hole, burying them knuckles deep within your warmth. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, eyelids heavy as you grasp his arm, squirming like a helpless, needy girl.

What a cruel man he is.

"Not off to a good start, angel. I know you can be more patient."

You nod quickly, biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from wriggling and twisting on the bed. For a split second, Joel considers pulling out to nuzzle his face between your legs and let the heat consume him. A perfect place to brave the cold, restless seasons. 

But his fingers aren't shy either. He starts with slow thrusts, effortlessly sliding in and out before picking up the pace. He makes you adjust to his rhythm, and when you let go and open up, the obscene moans and chocked out cries are all that fill the silence of the house. Jesus, he lives to hear them every day. He rewards you by curling his fingertips to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

You shudder particularly hard at that, more arousal pooling inside you and soaking his fingers. You're losing your grip with reality, and he can sense it as your legs begin to shake and your knee brushes over the denim of his jeans, but you still remember to abide by his "No squirming" rule.

You're so pliant and obedient in his hands that it does nothing but to spur Joel to give you more. And so he does.

"I like these sounds," He adds a third finger, tilting his head to whisper in your ear. "I dream about them all the time."

You whimper and tighten your hold around Joel's arm. When he feels that your orgasm is creeping impossibly close, his thumb joins and rubs rapid circles over your bundle of nerves and that's your undoing. You clench around him, walls tightening and squeezing his fingers deeper – if that's even possible – as waves of white-hot euphoria crash over your worn-out body and take over your senses. Your back arches involuntarily into him. A sound between a groan and a curse escapes his throat.

"That's it. Atta girl... that's it, so fuckin' beautiful."

His touch is unrelenting as he talks you through it with a string of sweet nothings. 

Only when you come down and rest back on the bed he slowly pulls out. You're panting heavily, face flushed and heated and so effortlessly seductive that Joel is sure no fucking artist could ever capture it in words of a poem or colors of a painting. Joel is the only one to witness this moment and it swells his chest with pride. He wants to drink it in, let it run through his veins like never-ending liquor.

He lifts his hand, smirking as you gape at the way it's glistening under the dim light. You're in awe. He softly places the tips between your swollen lips and you waste no time in swirling your tongue around them, licking the slick off as if it's a delightful lollipop. And the hazy look on your face says that it's more than just a sweet treat.

His own breathing hitches when you open your mouth a little wider and take him fully in, sucking and humming and driving him absolutely crazy. He shakes his head slightly, catching the playful gleam in your gaze.

"Hm. Still a very bad influence."

When you're fully recovered and satisfied, Joel lifts you up in his arms and walks towards the backyard, chuckling at your confused expression. You give a squeal and wrap your hands around his neck to keep yourself steady, at the same time trying to gauge what his next plan would be. You really have forgotten about the rain, haven't you?

He comes to a halt, making sure the blanket he'd just picked off the bed is not leaving any part of your body uncovered. The rainstorm has eased off considerably over the past hour, but he doesn't want to risk it. Keeping you warm and safe in the cold is and will always be his top priority, no matter if his back or knees protest from how much they ache. Hell, he aches for you and that content smile on your face. Nothing beats it.

"My girl still wants to go out, hm?"

Your eyes flicker between him and the half-open door, filled with excitement and delight and a tiny flicker of doubt. "Yes Joel... but...you sure you want to join in?"

"I don't know," He feigns innocence, pretending to think for a short while before his face lights up with an idea. "Do I get a kiss for it?"

You laugh and lean up to press your lips into his in a soft, lingering kiss. It's so tender and reassuring that he has to pull back before changing his mind and taking you back to the bed.

"Then it's settled."

It has been settled for a long time.

Maybe he can get used to it. Maybe you get a better idea of what you've made of him with your presence at times when he easily complies with things that make you happy. A heart made of ice, molten enough to experience the world with you all over again. Even if he gets soaked in the rain, he's alright with it. You kiss him and all the discomfort is forgotten.

He should give it time and learn to breathe again. Learn to stay, to settle. To let you know that you're all he sees.

Yeah, I don't want to hurt

There's so much in this world 

To make me bleed

Stay with me

Let's just breathe

Stay with me

You're all I see

The words are carved in his head. He chances a glance at the living room before walking past the door. Your guitar is placed on the couch. Maybe one day he'll bring himself to play his melodies for you too. He thinks that he's got a lot of time for it now. He wants an eternity with you, and in this wretched world, eternity lasts as long as you'll have him.

One, two... Ten droplets fall over him. He kisses you again, harder and longer. His ice-cold heart melts just a little more at your careless laughter. Just stay with me.

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

[miyukisu]

A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ

❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader

tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read

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"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"

Yeah right... next week...

You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.

Maybe he found a different person to model for him.

Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...

But wouldn't that be his fault?

Maybe... he dropped out of class?

Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"

But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?

Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.

There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.

"Hey..."

"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"

"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.

"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"

"Guess so," he lied again.

His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.

Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Why did you even walk over here?"

He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."

"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."

You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."

"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"

"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."

"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.

He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."

Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.

"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"

You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"

"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"

You cut him off again. "Then draw me."

"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.

It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"

"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."

You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?

Shidou let out a low whistle as soon as the last article of clothing met the floor. You used to do these drawing sessions in the library—when all he had to observe from you were innocent things like your eyes, your hands, your hair, and so on.

But now that you have to bare everything to him, you figured the only place to do it was at his dorm. It was like what you imagined: cluttered but artsy enough that you could let it pass.

You stood awkwardly in the middle, feeling a bit chilly with nothing to protect you. But you posed, placing a hand on your hip while looking off to the side. That way, there wouldn't be any awkward eye contact.

Shidou sat down on a stool and quickly got to drawing. He said nothing as his eyes constantly flitted between the paper and your body.

The first few minutes in—you became hyperaware of everything. The fact that he was seeing absolutely everything. The absurdity of this entire situation. But most of all, the way your body was reacting to his gaze.

From your peripheral, you could see his gaze linger a bit too long at times. He'd bite his lower lip every so often and it made you feel conscious. Was he doing that because he could see your nipples hardening due to the temperature? Maybe he noticed the way you'd subtly rub your thighs together?

Whatever it was—it had him clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

Around 15 minutes pass, until he finally spoke. "Feeling tired yet?" he asked without looking up from his paper. You figured he was applying the final touches at this point.

"Yeah. A bit."

He hummed in response. "Get comfortable on my bed then."

"What? On your bed? Now?"

Shidou looked up from his paper. At this point both of you were desensitized by your nakedness (or so you thought). "Yes. Now. I have to draw you in at least 3 poses."

Three?

You gulped. But, once more, pride creeps up. You can't just challenge him to draw you naked so boldly—only for you to back down now. You gathered yourself and sat on his bed which was only a few steps away.

"Go on. You can get comfortable," he encouraged.

So you did. You lied down on your side, propping your head up on your hand. The scene that had unfolded reminded you of that one Titanic scene: Rose sprawled out for Jack to draw.

Knowing that, the moment felt too intimate. But you sucked it up... even though there was an unwanted wetness forming at your core.

Shidou shifted in his seat again, lowering his paper on his lap. "Alright, keep that position," he said, a bit strained.

In this position, you couldn't look off to the side. Your only option for the next few minutes was the wall behind him or Shidou himself.

At some point, your eyes met. There was something in his eyes you've never seen before. It wasn't the usual focus he had; it was something else. Something more intense.

But the 2nd pose passes soon enough and you were down to your last.

"What should I do now?"

He sighed, looking over his current sketches. "Lemme think. I'm having a hard time getting the details right."

"Maybe it's because you're sitting so far away," you commented—not thinking about what it implied.

His eyes zeroed in on you again—caught by your words. You want him to come closer with you like that and him slowly losing his composure? You were playing a dangerous game and you had no idea yet.

Shidou finally stood up from his chair, walking over to the bed. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but he was hard. His length strained against his fitted pants. The sight had your mouth watering.

He sat down beside you, eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere seemed charged with the way you two found yourselves slowly leaning into each other.

"You look great," he whispered. It was something he always said in these sessions. It was a rather simple compliment. But it held more weight now.

"Thanks," you meekly responded. Neither of you realized how fast he inched towards you. His lips were a breath away. You showed no signs of backing away, so he went in.

He pressed his lips on to yours. The kiss felt hungry—needy almost—like he was fighting off this urge for so long. Before you knew it, his weight pushed you down on the softness of his bed. His scent enveloped every sense, clouding your judgement.

Shidou pulled away, breathless. "Pose like this."

He sat upright, eyes raking over your body. This time, he didn't hide the way his gaze would linger on certain parts. His hands ran down your legs, admiring the softness of your skin.

Then, without warning, he pried your legs open. But you didn't stop him. His pink irises trailed down to your core, seeing how wet you've gotten. Shidou thought he was drooling.

"Fuck... I wish I could draw this."

You feel your chest tightening. "Why not?"

"And let everyone see this?" his fingers ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh. "No chance in hell. I want to be the only one to appreciate my muse."

He let his thumb swipe through your folds softly before pressing lightly into your clit, earning a mewl from you. He kept circling the sensitive nub as if in a trance.

"I know what I want the last pose to be," he says. You moan a little louder as he rubs your clit faster. "Want your last pose to be you all fucked out... think you can do that?"

Words got caught in your throat. But it hardly mattered. It didn't seem like he'd take 'no' for an answer anyway.

Things escalated quickly because you soon found his finger plunging in and out of your quivering hole. He made sure to curve it in a way—relentlessly hitting that gummy spot on your walls.

He added another finger, wanting to hear more of your breathless moans reverberating throughout his room. To hell with it if his neighbors heard. This was music—it was art in its purest form.

"Shit... might just cum in my pants from this." He almost did after you clenched down on his fingers, cumming for the first time today.

Even as you coat his digits with your essence, he keeps pushing his fingers in and out until the fluttering died down a bit. He pulled his sticky fingers out before having a taste, savoring every last bit.

He made quick work of his belt, pulling down his pants and letting his member out. Your eyes widened. Not only was his size impressive, but his tip was incredibly swollen and leaky—like he couldn't wait anymore.

Shidou exhaled deeply, feeling the chill of his room brush over the sensitive length. He locked eyes with you again. "Care to take care of me a bit? My hand hurts from all that drawing... and... well, you know what else."

Normally, you'd bite back at his teasing. But your mind was fuzzy. All you could do was wrap your fingers around his length, slowly tugging it at first. The pleasure he felt after being so hard for so long took the strength from him. He almost fell on top of you if it weren't for his thick arms supporting him from either side of you.

"C'mon... do it fucking faster," he ordered. You obeyed—jerking him off as fast as you can without hurting him. It wasn't long before his own hand wrapped around yours as he continued to fuck into your fist. Next thing you knew—hot ropes of cum painted your stomach.

Even he was in a daze as he observed a part of him stained you in such an intimate way. He slowly leaned in, his breath fanning your face. "Hey, can I paint you like this? You look even better with my cum all over you."

You let go of his semi-hard member, slowly tracing his muscles up until you cupped his cheek. Gently, you pulled him down for a searing kiss. It was more than enough for him to know that you too wanted more.

He became rougher—biting your lip and fighting your tongue for dominance. As you pulled away for air, Shidou moved quickly to straddle your upper body. He shamelessly took his cock and slapped it against your lips a couple of times.

"Gonna have to help me get hard again, sweets. Help me out, won't you?"

Though he didn't really give you time to respond as he invaded your mouth inch by inch. One hand held the headboard while the other supported your head. He rolled his hips slowly, gauging how much you can take in at a time.

But, clearly, he underestimated you when you gripped his hips and pulled him in yourself. You felt his cock spring back to life steadily. He pulled out his hardened shaft, letting you breathe. It was only now you realized the grin that crossed his face. He was enjoying this way too much.

He went back to hovering over you, his cock bouncing at every move he made. Your body was jelly at this point—not even a bit of resistance as he flipped you over so easily. He licked a long stripe from your lower back up until your nape. The fresh saliva combined with the chilly air made you shudder.

He carelessly lifted up your hips. With your cheek pressed into his pillows and your ass up in the air, he only got harder at the sight. He leaned down to be eye-to-eye with this so-called masterpiece, your cunt.

His nimble fingers toyed around with your soaked folds, chuckling to himself. "Man, I don't think I could ever capture something so damn beautiful."

He gave it a quick lick to test. "Well, unless you let me get familiar with her long enough." Another lick. "Maybe I can capture at least half of its beauty." Another lick. "Don't you think?"

A muffled sound was the only thing he got from you. "Yeah? You're gonna let me get to know her? As an artist, I'm overjoyed right now. Maybe I should show you."

And show he did.

He lapped up at your arousal, tongue licking long stripes each time. Your legs threatened to give out every time he flattened the pink muscle against your twitching hole. It didn't take long before he started darting in and out. Helpless groans filled his small dorm room.

Big calloused hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, making sure you stayed in place for him to enjoy. He was so messy... so so messy. Shidou suckled on your clit—really trying to coax another orgasm from you.

It didn't take much more for you to cum again, but this time all over his mouth. He happily took in everything, reaping the fruits of his labor.

He gave your ass one quick kiss as if to show his thanks. But he wasted no time lining up his painfully erect cock against your entrance. "Fuuuuck, I need to be inside you already or I'm actually going to explode," he muttered.

At first, it was just the tip. But it stretched you out so good already. The needy whine that escaped you was a testament to that. It only made him grip your hips tighter, surely leaving a mark for you to see tomorrow. Carefully, he pushed in more of his length, feeling every bump of your pussy engulf him.

"Shit. This is the stuff."

But he got impatient, shoving in the rest of his length without warning. It was so tight, so warm—too inviting for him to handle. His hands left your hips, opting to find support on the mattress instead. His thick arms caged you as his chest pressed against your back.

He continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear, kissing your neck occasionally. But for as slow and sensual his voice may seem, his hips snapped with reckless abandon. He wasn't shy about giving you your third and, maybe, fourth orgasm of the day while chasing his own.

"You finally understand why I didn't want to ask you?"

"Yeah... I knew I was gonna end up fucking you real hard."

"But this is so much better than what I imagined."

His words brought you over the edge, cumming again. But the overstimulation rendered you thoughtless. The only thing on your mind was how good he was dicking you down.

"Fuck... Ryu!" you screamed. His grin only grew wider.

"That's it. Scream my fucking name. Let them hear it."

Your wanton moans encouraged him to go faster, mercilessly pistoning into you. It wouldn't be a surprise if you came another time on his cock.

Shidou harshly grabbed your tit, hoisting both of you up into a sitting position. This way, his cock reached even deeper into you. He kneaded your neglected breast while keeping you steady by the waist.

He showed no signs of slowing—even reaching down to play with your clit. A tear was rolling down your face from how sensitive he made you. But he quickly licked the salty tear off of the curve of your cheek.

He whispered softly, "Cum with me."

Just like the obedient muse that you were, you did. You clamped down on him as he shot rope after rope of gooey seed into you. Finally, he slowed down a bit, letting him empty himself in your pulsing cunt.

As you calmed down and he softened, he gently laid you back down on the soft mattress of his bed. He watched as his cum oozed out of you, smirking to himself.

"My best piece of work yet."

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note WHAT THE FUCK DID I WRITE DAWG I WAS SO ON EDGE THE WHOLE TIME HELP WHY IS IT SO FILTHY

[phyrestartr]

PR Stunt (Only, Right?) | Sukuna/M!Reader

W/C: 6.9K (oh god lol) #NSFW, fingering, implied fucking, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, angst, fluff, smut, happy ending, Sukuna owns a body shop, reader is an actor, kinda meet cute, ABO dynamics, mpreg, yes there are always babies involved because i love dad sukuna, surprise baby, sukuna is a dickhead (what else is new), Gojo is an actor, Getou is a manager/agent, Toji is a stunt coordinator, Jin is a teacher tags: @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @watyousayin 

“Did you sleep with (L. Name) (F. Name)?” 

The question caught Sukuna off guard; normally, Uraume didn't inquire into his personal life in regards to who he had and hadn't slept with. They were a friend, yes, but moreover they were the bookkeeper and helped with securing clients and arranging meetings–celebrities and their managers were fucks that Sukuna didn't like negotiating with. Best to leave the yapping to someone with a cooler head.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Sukuna asked as he rolled out from under the newest commissioned vehicle. 

Uraume walked to him, iPad in hand, and turned it to him, stone cold. 

Sukuna sat up straighter and squinted at the screen, annoyed. You’d probably just made up some salacious rumour and spread it throughout your friend circles; or worse, you wanted revenge on him for something he probably definitely did. In that case, Sukuna could somewhat understand. But still–

(Name) putting on weight? What’s happening to the former bombshell babe of Japan?!

Pregnant with a baby boy?! The secret's out!

(Name) returns to the stage after giving birth to a baby boy–but who is the father?

(Name) driving a Ryoumen Sukuna rescue vehicle?! Could he be the deadbeat dad we've been looking for?

Sukuna sucked his teeth after skimming over the article titles presented to him. 

“...No proof.” 

“Ah. Then please explain this,” Uraume requested, still polite as ever, as they flicked to an additional few images the scumbag paparazzi had caught of you. 

One was the car mentioned. Sukuna remembered it like it was yesterday–the joy of restoring a Porsche 911 back into its former glory was unmatched. You happily paid for all the parts and too often swung by to see the progress being made on the old thing. Obviously, Sukuna was more than happy to oblige. 

The next was of you holding a little nugget of a baby against your chest as you walked down a street in Shibuya. Nothing too damning, nothing too inspirational. 

But the last one–

“The fuck?” Sukuna mumbled as he snatched the iPad from Uraume’s hands and zoomed in on the now-toddler sitting with you in that damn Porsche, grinning brightly beside his mum while you ruffled his hair. His very, very pink hair. 

Sukuna took a breath while he thought. He didn't have to think too hard, though, not when he still dreamed about you and the short-lived fling between the two of you. 

“A Porsche 911, huh?” Sukuna grinned as he looked over the rusted beater of a car. He could still see scraps of its former glory, of the beautiful thing she used to be. Heaven knows she would've become an irreparable hunk of junk if you hadn't bought it from a scrapyard. 

“Yep.” You beamed. “So you think you can make her pretty again?” 

“You kidding? I'd pay you to let me fix this thing, baby.” Sukuna caught sight of your security stepping forward, but you waved them off without a second thought. 

Sukuna smirked. “But it’s not gonna be cheap.” 

You nodded. “Well, do what you have to. I'll pay whatever you need, handsome.” 

“Yeah?” Sukuna asked, looking your neatly-manicured appearance up and down; you were dressed like you were meeting someone of great importance (and you were, obviously), with your hair groomed perfectly, outfit fit for a premiere, skin flawless. 

“Mhm. And I tip well.” you looked him up and down in kind, grinning as you bit at the nub of your sunglasses.

“Done.” 

Every time you came to check on his progress, genuine excitement flooding in your motormouthed words, you'd go home with him and fuck him silly. 

And now, you were the momma to his baby. Allegedly. 

“I–so what the fuck does this have to do with anything?” Sukuna ran a frustrated hand through his hair after Uraume took the tablet back. “Bitch isn't asking for anything, he's not asking me to be his public fucking baby daddy, not asking me to pay for nothing?” 

“No,” Uraume conceded, “But he and his PR managers have reached out concerning this.” 

The man groaned and stood. “Fucking hell. Can't stand fucking PR teams. The fuck did they want?” 

“They want to make a statement about Touma's father.” 

Sukuna froze.

“Touma's a good name for a boy, right?” 

You asked the question so suddenly, so out of nowhere in the quiet of the afterglow. The city lights sparkled and winked at you both through the towering windows keeping you safe from the outside world. In hindsight, Sukuna would wonder if the city was excited for him. For you. 

“What, for a mutt?” Sukuna drawled, puffing on a blunt while he played with your hair and drowned in the tingles left in the wake of fingers drawing circles on his bare chest. 

“For a kid,” you chastised with a laugh. “I like Touma. Or Touka for a girl. Ayato's nice, too. Maybe Kazue.” 

“You better not be pregnant.”

“I'm not, I'm not. I'm just getting baby fever, I guess.” You hummed and left a sweet kiss against his tan skin. “I guess being around a big, bad boy like you's got me feeling domestic.” 

Sukuna laughed, dazed and happy. “You wanna ruin this pretty lil’ body for a fucking kid? Be my guest. Just don't come looking for a booty call after you've ruined yourself like that.” 

“Oh, don't worry,” you cooed. “I won't.” 

Man. Man. 

“A statement.” 

“In other words–”

“I'm not the fucking father.” 

“This might be a good way to get Yorozu off your case,” Uraume suggested, and Sukuna perked up. 

“Right. She fuckin’ hates kids.” 

“So, if you were to have a son, and it's revealed you've been quietly trying to make things work behind the scenes with (Name), then hypothetically–”

“I'll take the runt.”

Truth is out–Ryoumen Sukuna is the father, (Name) tells fans on social media!

Sukuna hated seeing that shit. The circus celebrities had to dance through used to be funny until he somehow got swept up into it. Until he suddenly had a baby boy that looked so much like him and so much like you. 

He spent too much time on your socials, scrolling through promotion posts and photos of you at red carpet events and premieres–and then he remembered you had a private account. One that you said he could follow. One that he never followed.

Sukuna rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he sulked in bed. Was he really about to sacrifice his pride for this? Was he seriously gonna request to follow your personal account just moments after articles dropped and tweets were sent about him being the baby daddy? Could his pride take it? 

Fuck me. This shit is highschool. 

He requested to follow, and not even a minute later, you approved it. 

That had him interested. Did you want him to follow? Did you want him to be part of his little guy's life? Were you feeling a rush of anxiety and excitement like he was right now? 

“Get over it, you fucking idiot,” he mumbled to himself before scrolling through your photos. 

There was so much more here. So many photos of you pregnant, of Touma when he was so ridiculously itty bitty, of when you were recovering in the hospital, looking worn out and exhausted, but still beaming as you held your little boy. 

There were photos of his first birthday and the cute…rustic cake you'd apparently made yourself. Your agent, Getou, was there, as was one of your fellow agency mates, Gojo, along with some other folks Sukuna did and didn't recognize. 

Of course, his boy–your boy lit up the centre, eyes glittering with the reflection of sparklers and the warmth of a good, safe home. He was happy. The boy–his boy–your boy was happy. 

Then he called you. He couldn't help it, not anymore.

Sukuna paced around his penthouse, sipping on his spiked coffee and trying to desperately control his…nerves? Alpha instincts? Excitement? Fuck, he didn't know. But he was full of whatever it was, and it drove him nuts.

“Hi!” You answered as you picked up, so full of life as usual. “Been a while. How're you? What's up?” 

Sukuna felt so, so old suddenly. Why were you so awake in the morning? 

“Think you can spare some of that pep in your step for me?” Sukuna asked. He smiled when he heard you laugh on the other line. “Dunno how the hell you're so awake in the morning.”

“Well, I don't party or work on cars until the crack of dawn,” you purred back, so sweet and teasing. Sukuna almost got hard. Ugh. Ugh. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

“Hah? What, you sayin’ I'm irresponsible ‘n make shitty choices, babe?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“Tch. Omegas.” 

You snickered again before cutting to the chase: “So, you're calling about my Touma?”

Sukuna swallowed. “Yeah. Gotta say I'm pretty fucking confused.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He heard you shift in bed, triggering a rumble of grumpy noises from your little one. You hushed him gently and apologized before the small, crackly purring resumed faintly in the background. The thought made Sukuna's heart ache.

“What do you wanna know?” 

Sukuna inhaled deeply. “Why'd you keep it?” 

“I wanted him,” you said. “Next question.”

“...When did you know?” 

“Mmh…I guess about a week or two after we stopped hooking up.”

“And you didn't say shit?” 

You went silent for a moment, and Sukuna felt his nerves tingle and prick. He wasn't anxious. He wasn't feeling betrayed. It wasn't any of that. Absolutely not. 

“I guess I got cold feet,” you admitted. “I don't--I know how many baby daddy accusations you get, y'know? I didn't want you to think I was just trying to get you to pay me out or something.” 

Oh. Okay. That made sense, actually. 

Too many omegas and women Sukuna fucked around with pointed the finger at him if they caught some sort of STI or fell pregnant; even if it was months after fucking, Sukuna would be suspected of fathering the pregnancy of a newly-pregnant, ex-partner he hadn't seen in eternities, and the media would run to the ends of the earth with it. He was the infamous bad boy the media circuit loved to prey on. And Sukuna didn't really care for it–not until now. Not until those fucks ruined his opportunity to be a dad. 

“Fucking–” Sukuna sighed and put his mug down to rub his face. “Shit. Shit. Fucking media bastards. Fuck.”

“I need to get my car tuned,” you said.

Sukuna deadpanned. “Read the fucking room, babe, we're not–”

“Do you want me to bring Touma?” You finished, undeterred by the alpha's grouchiness. “So you can meet him? I think he'd like that.”

Oh. Oh. Ouch. His heart–was Sukuna about to die? Why'd his chest hurt so much? What the fuck? 

Sukuna cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “I–yeah? Yeah. Alright.” 

“Okay, cool. When's your next–” 

“Tomorrow.” He cleared his throat again and scratched at the back of his neck. “Any time.” 

You stifled a laugh poorly. “Don’t be nervous, Sukuna.” 

“M'not. Fuck you.” 

“I can do tomorrow. Let's saaay…1pm?” 

“Yeah, sure. 1pm.”

You rolled up at 12:59pm. 

Sukuna had the garage open, everything tidy and ready to go like he actually gave a fuck about tuning your car when his literal fucking son was about to be in his presence. But he was so not nervous. Definitely not fucking nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. Never. 

You stepped out of the car and Sukuna felt his heart jump; you looked the same as you did last time he saw you. You were dressed more casually, though, done up in joggers and runners with a university hoodie to top it all off. Clearly, you didn't care to impress today. 

You threw Sukuna an easy smile before pulling open the back door and taking care in plucking your chubby bunny from his car seat. All the while, Sukuna wandered closer and closer, but maintained a respectful distance just in case your momma bear came out to bite. He knew you had an impressive temper when your easy-going self got pushed too far, and he would rather not bring that out right now. 

“Pa!” Your son yipped as soon as he got up into your arms. “Puh Pa!” 

You melted immediately, punching Sukuna in the gut with your happy scent of maple syrup and cardamom as the little one nuzzled up to you, repeating variants of “pa!” as he rubbed his chubby cheeks and snotty nose against your neck and face to get that perfect scent onto him. 

“You're so sweet, bunny,” you cooed and adjusted him in your arms as you met Sukuna the rest of the way. “Hey, hey! So, did you want to meet him first, or–?” 

Sukuna didn't know what the fuck to do, honestly. 

“I, uh. Car shit first. What needs tuning?” He drawled, watching the pup clinging to you with rapt attention. 

Admittedly, Sukuna didn't really pay attention to what you were saying and what you were gesturing to; he was too captivated by the faint wisps of scent he caught from your little one. He smelled of smoke and syrup–a perfect combination of his parents’ scents. 

And he just looked so much like the both of you. Touma's skin tone tilted more your direction, but the glowy, bronzey quality that Sukuna brought to the table still shone through in its own weird way. His eyes were almond-shaped like his own, but bore the same, welcoming colour of yours. And, fuck, his hair was just a perfect match to Sukuna's. If the little shit got Maori tattoos too, he'd be a tiny carbon copy. 

Damn. Speaking of–would his mom wanna meet the little shit? Her grandson? Would she ever bother leaving Hawaii to–

“You get all that?” You asked. 

Sukuna stared at you. “Get what?” 

You pursed your lips like you so often did and turned to the big, bad alpha. 

“Maybe we should do the meet ‘n greet first, huh?” You swayed a little and kissed Touma awake. “Baby, you wanna meet a friend?” 

“Buh!” Touma exclaimed. You gently guided his little face to look at Sukuna, and the boy looked star struck staring up at the absolute unit that was Ryoumen Sukuna. 

“Touma, this is Sukuna.” You closed the gap between the two of you a little more, and Sukuna leaned down to look at the little one. His little one. 

Sukuna twitched a smile as he looked over the little thing. “You sure this thing’s mine? Looks a little small.” 

You laughed. “If you were born as big as you are, I’m so, so sorry for your mother.” You nuzzled Touma’s little cheek and bounced him a little. 

“Wuh!” Touma’s little arms flew up towards Sukuna, and the towering man looked a little more than nervous, looking at the tiny pudgy hands like they were deadly weapons. 

“Come on, don’t look at him like that.” You took Sukuna’s hand and delivered it to Touma. “He’s curious. He hasn’t met anyone as big and tall as you, y’know?” 

Sukuna huffed, but let the little one grab at his fingers and hold his hand. “What, you don’t have another alpha looking after you? Hard to believe that. You're the neediest little bitch I know.” 

“Stop. I'm not Yorozu,” you huffed, and Sukuna cringed at the name. “He has alphas around, sure. But not big ones like you–security excluded. It's not like other men want to play nice with another alpha's pup.” 

Sukuna caught the hint of a frown on your face, and his hackles started to rise. 

“Some dumbfuck giving you grief?” Sukuna asked, voice rolling with thunderous promise. He'd kill whatever moron fucked with you and his pup. You just had to drop the name.

You sighed, light-hearted. “You know what the rich and famous are like--we're the worst.” 

Sukuna growled, and Touma mimicked the noise as best as he could with his pathetically teeny tiny crackled voice. Fuckin’ cute as shit. 

“Tch. Don't sell yourself short.” 

“I'm just trying to say I don't need that around my boy, and I sure as hell don't want it around me, either.” You nodded and stepped closer as Touma reached up for Sukuna again. Apparently just holding his hand wasn't doing it for the boy anymore. 

“Good. Don't need those pathetic fucks around the runt–oi, wait, what the fuck're you–” 

“Wup, wup!” Your son shrieked as you helped bully Sukuna into holding him.

“He wants uppies.” 

“Uppies,” Sukuna balked.

“He wants you to–okay, you're bad at this–don't hold him like that! Here, do it like–” you cut off as you helped Sukuna get a comfortable hold on Touma while the littlest one squirmed and squeaked in delight, trying to climb up onto Sukuna's shoulder but failing miserably. 

Sukuna twitched a smile as you sighed, exasperated by the ball of energy trying to scale the mountainous man. But he got a hold of him, tucking his arm under his butt and holding his back to make sure the little shit didn't go plummeting to the floor. 

“You give your ma hell, huh? I can get behind that,” Sukuna hummed. His son's little hands papped at his face, grabbing at his nose and jaw–specifically over the dark tattoos streaking along the curves and cut of his features. 

And you smiled the entire time. You pursed your lips tightly to hide it, but you did it so poorly. You always did. Maybe it was on purpose. 

“So, can I tell you about my car problems now?” 

Sukuna held onto his runt while you explained what flaws, either cosmetically or mechanically, were bothering you. It mostly consisted of slight dents from other assholes not knowing how to park, paint scratches, and more of that sort. As a fellow car guy, Sukuna could understand the anguish of having a favourite baby get all dinged up. 

“Not hard to fix,” Sukuna decided. He held the hood up with one hand and looked over the motor–everything looked clean and well-maintained. He was almost impressed. “But, well, it'll cost ya. Uraume can send the details.” 

You nodded. “Sure, sure, sounds good. I'm never taking this thing on the road again after it's fixed. Too many fucking idiots out there with piss poor driving skills.” 

The mechanic smirked. “Ho? So beating up your car is what makes you start cussin’, huh? Noted.” He let the hood fall closed and adjusted his hold on the now-sleeping tot. “Couldn't even get you to do that in bed.” 

“Psht, don't say that in front of the baby, Sukuna, jeeze,” you sighed and rubbed your face. “Babies remember more than you'd like to know.” 

“Huh. You think he'll remember when he got–” 

“No, he won't remember his inception.” You laughed and shook your head, but paused when you saw smears of concealer on your fingers and tutted. 

“How long's the car gonna take? Should I get a rental?” You asked before the man could comment.

“Probably, if you want me to detail this thing right,” Sukuna mumbled. He reached out and turned your chin back to him, looking at the spots concealer missing, hinting at dark circles under your eyes. 

Your face grew hot, but you nodded and cleared your throat. “Yeah, okay. I'll, uh. I'll call someone to pick us up–” 

“I'll take you home.” 

You brightened the slightest bit. “Yeah? I–okay.” You pulled his hand from your face and smiled. “I'll grab the car seat.” 

Sukuna liked your house. It was a nice mix of traditional and modern with large stretches of woodgrain and bamboo. A neat outdoor garden and pond decorated the front, but a bigger, more lush collection of tropical plants greeted guests. It was beautiful, if one was desperate to be in nature. 

“I'm just gonna get him to bed, be one second.” 

Sukuna nodded and pocketed his hands as he pretended to not watch you trot upstairs with the sleepy cub melting in your arms. You still had a nice ass even after popping that little melon out. Huh. 

He looked around your space more, wandering with slow, lumbering steps. The house wasn't huge by any means, but it was cozy and warm, quiet and hidden away from the city's gaze. That was probably why you chose it–here, you could be honest with yourself. You could shield your babe from the brutality of your career and keep him safe from leering eyes. Honestly, one of the leaves on your giant monstera could hide him from the whole universe. 

Guy's too obsessed with growing shit. It ticked him off, but he didn't know why. 

Maybe it was all the photos of you and Touma. Maybe it was because he wasn't in them and too many other men were in his place, lining your walls in the protection of cheap IKEA frames–but Sukuna didn't want you. No, no, Ryoumen Sukuna did not want anyone. He didn't want you. He didn't need to settle down and–

“You want a glass of wine?” You asked when you came back down the stairs. “It's plum wine. Don't really have any scotch or anything, but I–” 

Sukuna scoffed before a mocking laugh slipped out of him. You paused, looking at him with bleak attention as he shook his head and pocketed his hands. Your request for him to stay pissed him off; clearly, you expected something more from him.

“Whaddaya think is gonna happen here, huh? You think we're gonna fall in love, pick up where we left off, have a happy little fuckin’ family to tell the tabloids about?” 

“What?” You asked. “I never–”

“Didn't have to. Gotta admit, you did a better job than the rest of the whores that tried wrangling me in to–”

“All I asked,” you cut him off, voice quiet but firm, “Is if you wanted wine. I’m not proposing, Sukuna.” 

Sukuna didn’t like that. The whole…not-being-into-him and not wanting him to stick around after he just shut you down. He sucked his teeth and took a breath, about to say something, but you spoke first. 

“I know this is a PR thing. I know how the whole media circus works–you want your ex to stop bothering you, and I want people to stop asking questions about who the fucking father of my son is.” You paused, staring Sukuna dead in his eyes, a quiet, simmering rage boiling just beneath the surface of placid control. 

“Call my manager when the car’s done,” you decided, sounding beaten down and exhausted. “I’ll send someone for it. Thanks for the ride home.”

Next thing the man knew, he was ushered toward the door and stood in the doorway, stuck on the idea of being kicked out of his omega’s–no, no, out of an omega’s house like he was trash. 

“Fucking–wait, just–” 

“What?” You snapped.

“I could–glass of wine doesn’t sound too bad–”

You shoved the bottle into his hands and slammed the door. 

Sukuna tried to sleep it off–as in, he slept around to forget about the crushing weight of rejection collapsing down on him, shattering his chest, spearing his heart with shattered bone. 

You still kept being so fucking nice to him, too. You never slandered him, never spoke ill whenever he was asked about in interviews–you spared his reputation with a kind smile every time you had to talk about him or to him. 

And he was grateful for it, even if he didn't return the favor. It's not like he was on a smear campaign, no, but anytime a hook up would ask about you, he wouldn't give a glowing review, per se. But it wouldn't be scalding either. Just sheer indifference tainted with drops of bitterness stemming from unripe guilt.

It went on like that for months–until you did your parental duties, and set aside your feelings about Sukuna for the sake of your son.

“Uraume, get that,” Sukuna called as his phone rang. He was too busy fucking around under the hood of his latest project to wipe his hands free of grease and pick up himself, obviously.

But Uraume was there for a reason. They picked up the phone with a polite hello before their sharp frigidity melted into rounded edges. 

“(Name)-san,” they hummed. “It's good to hear from you. Do you need to talk to Sukuna-san?” 

Sukuna started wiping his hands off so unbelievably fast. 

“He's working on a car right now. You know how he can be when he's focused.”

“Fucking–piece of shit–what the fuck–” somehow, he got even more grease and oil on his hands thanks to that stupid fucking rag. God, what a nightmare.

“Sure, I can take a message.” 

“Fuckin’ shit fuck, fuck.” He wiped his hands on his designer jeans before running to Uraume and gesturing for the phone.

Uraume's brows raised, and they actually smiled. 

“Ah, hold on, Sukuna-san's here.” 

Sukuna snatched up the phone, ignoring the knowing look glimmering in Uraume’s eyes. Ugh. Ugh. Betas.

“Hey,” Sukuna said after clearing his throat. 

“Hey! Ume said you were working on a car? You didn't have to stop to talk.” 

“Yeah, well.” Sukuna shrugged to himself and kicked a scrapped car part, sending it skittering across the ground and clanking into other parts. Jesus, when did his shop get so messy? “Needed a break anyway.” 

“Ah. You work too hard, you need to take breaks more often,” you laughed sweetly. “So, listen, Touma's birthday's coming up–”

“Shit, seriously?” Sukuna grinned and kicked another chopped part. “Fuck. How old's the little shit turning?” 

“Two! He's growing up so fast, I wish I could slow down time and–” you paused and laughed, suddenly sounding unsure and a bit nervous. “Sorry, sorry, was about to go on a tangent. Anyway, there is a little get-together, but you don't have to come. Satoru and Toji'll be there. But your brother and his son'll be there, too, so it won't suck completely.

“Otherwise, if you want to come see him earlier or something, that's fine, and–and you're not cutting me off and I didn't think I'd get this far so I'm losing the plot.” 

Sukuna huffed. “What, you don't want me to fuckin’ listen, huh?” 

“I know you will since I have such a pretty voice, but I'm surprised you're being a good boy for once.” 

The mechanic rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. Who knows if it was to wipe away embarrassment or fatigue. 

“You’re exhausting.” 

“And you’re a dick.” There was a special brand of teasing bitterness behind those words, but the vibes were balanced perfectly; seemed you were still cranky about what he said, but you were willing to let it slide.

Sukuna chuckled, relaxing the slightest bit. “Alright. I don't know what the fuck kids like at that age, but I'll figure somethin’ out. I can at least show up Jin.” 

“Wow.” 

“Text me time and place. I'll be there.” After a moment, he added, “I’ll bring some plum wine. Fancy shit.”

The hidden rumble of a purr snuck its way out from your side, and Sukuna did everything he could to suppress his alpha's reciprocation.

“Sounds good. See you then, Sukuna.”

Toji answered the door. 

“Hah. Why the hell are you here?” The fuckhead ex-Zenin asked with a stupid, shitty smirk on his dumbass face. 

Sukuna strained not to throw the first punch. He really shouldn't murder someone at his--your son's birthday party. Murder is bad. Murder is bad. 

“Fuck you.” Hey, at least it wasn't murder. “‘M here for my fucking kid.” 

Toji crossed his arms and suddenly looked beyond bored as he leaned against the doorframe. 

“Your kid? You mean (Name)’s kid?” He wondered, putting on a show of thinking. “Weird.”

“You're one to talk. You forgetting what you did to your own brat? You fuckin’--”

“Sukuna!” Your sweet voice called, instantly changing the atmosphere. “Glad you came. Do you–oi, Toji, move, stop bodyguarding. You're not a bouncer.”

“Eh?” Toji stayed in his spot as you smacked at his arm and tried to push him away. “I'm just standing here. Not bodyguarding. Minding my business.” 

“You’re so full of shit.” You wheezed and squeaked as the man suddenly gave way, nearly making you crash into him and plummet to the floor. But you caught yourself and hissed at the dark-haired menace until he whistled innocently and waltzed away. 

“Fucking--why’s he here again?” Sukuna grumbled as you let him in. He leaned down to nose at your cheek with a grumpy, quiet grunt--typical greeting procedures for an interested individual or bonded pair. But the way you choked on whatever you were about to say meant he must've caught you off guard. 

“He's uh–we work together. We've worked together? He was the stunt coordinator for some movies I've been in.” You cleared your throat and took the present bag from Sukuna to place with the others. “And I babysit Gumi sometimes.” 

“Gumi? What the fuck is a Gumi?” 

“Megumi? His son?” Oh. Oh. “I babysit Yuuji too, so. Thick as thieves, y'know?” 

Sukuna nodded a little, thinking hard on the lore. He liked that Yuuji was taken care of by you, but surely that wretched Gumi could go somewhere else. Toji was probably just leeching off of you. 

“Oi, Momma, get in here,” Toji crowed from wherever all the baby giggles and excitement bubbled from in the house. “Your boys need some maternal guidance–” 

“Toji, don't make it weird!” Jin whisper-yelled before going on a long-winded rant about this and that, about proper behaviour and attitudes in front of children (not that the kids were paying attention to anything Toji did). 

You gave Sukuna a tired smile. “Come on. It won’t be that bad, I promise.”

Sukuna sighed, but let you drag him to his demise, bottle of wine in-hand.

But it wasn’t that bad. Not really. 

Your other boys, Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru, showed up and showered tiny Touma with way too much praise and far too many gifts, but the little shit looked so pleased that Sukuna couldn’t get too annoyed. Shoko and Uraume came by, too, much to Sukuna’s surprise. Uraume brought with them a whole fucking confectionary cake they’d crafted themselves at home. Gojo obsessed over it and Getou tried to reign him in to no avail. 

And the night went on. No one talked shit, not unless it was in good fun, no one got fucking hammered, no one talked about work–it was all about the kids. Nothing else. No one else. 

Sukuna could never guess just how far that truth went.

When everyone left for the night, the alpha could start to see the edges of your smile fraying. But you held on, thanking everyone for the gifts and for showing up for Touma, and especially thanking Jin for offering to let all the little ones spend the night at his place (you and Toji would forever be in his debt). 

Then, when the door closed and all fell silent, he heard you cry. 

Sukuna didn't know what to do about people crying. He never had. Even when he was a kid, he had a hard time trying to comfort people with hugs and words of reassurance–he just couldn't do it. 

“It's okay,” he heard you whisper. “It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. It's okay. I'm okay.” 

Sukuna got up and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. “Sure about that?”

You jumped and clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. Sukuna barked out an ugly, reedy laugh while he defended himself from your petty smacks and pinches. 

“You scared the fuck out of me–why're you still even here? Go home! Shoo!” You wiped your eyes once you were done harassing him and turned away, busying yourself with cleaning up dishes and wrapping paper left in the aftermath. 

Sukuna followed you idly, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. What could he say? He loved seeing you get all petty and riled up. But he didn't love seeing you cry. He didn't love seeing you try to stealthily wipe tears away, to try and steady your shaky breathing. 

“What’s going on with you, babe?” Sukuna asked as he settled beside you at the sink. 

“It's nothing,” you said with a snuffle. “It's seriously nothing. Sorry, I--you don't need to stay. Or anything.” You sighed and rubbed at your eyes with your sleeve. “You've done your fatherly duties. You're free to leave.” 

“Yeah? ‘N what about my baby daddy duties?” He wondered, voice so horribly low and comforting, like the buzzing crackle of a campfire. 

You laughed, watery and shaky. “You already did everything you needed to, Sukuna.” 

“Come on, don't cockblock me like that.” He gently tilted your Chin his way to catch your eyes just like he had back at the shop all those months ago. “Look at me.” 

You did. Your eyes were red and irritated, whatever pretty boy make up you wore was wiped off and smudged, and those heavy, dark bags met the light in front of someone else for the first time in a long time. 

You still had the gall to laugh it off and pull Sukuna's hand from your face with a small, “I'm fine,” though. 

“Then why the hell are you crying?” He asked. 

You squeezed his hand with both of yours. “Things are just…hard. Overwhelming.”

Sukuna nodded a bit. “That why Jin took the runts tonight?” 

“Yeah. Needed some time, I guess.” You snuffled and wiped your face with both hands before finishing up with cleaning. “Makes me sound like a shit parent, I know.” 

Sukuna couldn’t disagree more. “Least you're not flipping out on the kid. That'd be way shittier, yeah?” 

“I don't know. I guess, but–yeah. I don't know.” 

Sukuna sighed and scooped you up like a new bride. “You're driving me fucking mental.”

“Sukuna–!”

“Quiet.” Your omega indeed piped down at the grouchy command, and you shyly let the man carry you up the steps to find your bedroom. “You're getting some damn rest. You look like shit.” 

You grumbled something Sukuna elected to ignore in favour of tossing you onto a bed the way one might lob a stone into a pond. You landed with a warbled squawk and looked at Sukuna with horribly accusatory, baffled eyes. 

Sukuna quirked a brow as he looked down on you, gladly using his broad build and tall stature to secure your submission. And it worked; the aggravated spark in your eyes curled up and fell silent after a few long seconds. Your head lowered just the slightest bit, too, but your passive gaze remained stuck on him, waiting for his next move. 

“Fine,” you grumbled. 

Sukuna raised his brows and eased onto the bed, caging you underneath him with his solid frame. Your scent flickered with shy playfulness, and Sukuna relished in it. 

“How do I know you're gonna obey, omega?” 

“I guess you don't. Not for certain,” you admitted begrudgingly. 

“Tch. Someone's gotta keep you accountable then, huh?” He nosed at your neck, nearly letting his lips touch your neck but refusing to do so in the same instance. “Make sure you're doing the right thing, make sure you're behaving.” 

One of his hands squeezed at your soft thigh before inching up little by little. Your hands found themselves in his hair as he teased at your joggers’ waistband, pulling the elastic taut before letting it go. 

“Sukuna,” you laughed, sounding a little breathless. “I, uh–I thought you said–”

“Changed my mind.”

“But–”

“Forget what I said and let me make you cum on my fingers, brat.” 

Oh. Well, hard to argue against that. 

You swallowed but gave a meek nod. He ripped your bottoms off and felt up your blazing skin with rough, calloused hands, groping and grabbing in the same spots he liked back when you were hooking up: your thighs, your hip bones, the squish of your stomach. As much as the man harped on about not wanting “damaged goods,” he sure worshiped your body like it was brand new, untouched. 

Sukuna brought his fingers to your mouth, and you took them with utmost compliance. Your tongue worked against his digits thoughtfully and thoroughly for your own sake–a lack of starter lube wouldn't end well, after all. And Sukuna was not the most patient man in the sack.

“See?” Sukuna crowed into your ear as his hand traveled south and a finger sunk into you. “It's not so bad to just behave, now is it?” 

You already felt like you were about to explode, and Sukuna savoured It. He liked being the one to do this to you–the only one for a while, considering how tight and sensitive you were. Any little push or prod inside you brought sweet sighs and soft moans to the surface–and a second and third finger had your hips bucking and your nails digging into his shoulder and back as he finger-fucked you to oblivion while still caging you in. 

“Good omega,” he cooed. “Gonna cum already, huh? Tch, you shoulda said no one’s been taking care of you; I would’ve taken my parental responsibilities more seriously.” His lips and teeth landed on your neck, as you curled up into him, body tensing, heels digging into the mattress, panting and gasping getting louder and faster. The sound made his pants strain even more. 

“Fuck, you smell fucking good. Better than when I fucked you the first time.” 

“I-I forgot you talked so much in bed,” you managed out. “Could you just–shut up?”

Sukuna growled, and you whined. “You want me to shut up, huh? You wanna listen to your slick fucking hole getting spread open, plowed into? You miss me that much, omega?”

“No.” You hissed and clung to his upper arm as he somehow managed to take it up a notch, slipping his fourth finger in and spreading you obscenely wide. 

“I think you did. Think you were hopin’ I’d come around, plow you into the bed again, stuff you full like no one else can.” 

“Sukuna–”

“I’ll fill this hole up all you want, baby–I’ll even stuff another pup in you. Twins. You want that, huh? You gonna be my omega from now on? Creaming on my cock ‘n fingers the way you shoulda been the day you walked your perfect, little ass into my life?” 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up–” you choked on a gasp and bit into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with drool and shuddered mewls while your body tightened and ecstasy hit like the weight of Sukuna’s words–brutal, fast, honest. 

Sukuna moaned in sympathy, ignoring the way his hand and arm cramped and ached to keep pistoning into you and draw out your high. He couldn't help it–something about you drove him mad in that moment. It could have been how you made his ego swell, it might've been the way his greed needed your slick staining his and only his skin, perhaps it could have been a quiet yearning coming from his lonely, hollow alpha. He didn't know. But he didn't question it. 

Your body started to relax with the death grip you had on his shoulder as you came down from the sudden, electric high. Your hips still jolted with every slow, lazy push into your soft hole, though a haze of purring and cooing filled the spot where gasps and moans once did. Eventually, you melted off of him and collapsed onto your back, looking as content as a cat lounging in the sun. 

“Oi, oi, you're not done yet, sweetheart.” But if you said you were done, he might've listened. Just that once. 

You hummed something as you looked up at him, eyes doey and so egregiously lovey-dovey. 

“That's a nice face. Make sure you save it just for me,” Sukuna gently commanded, and you laughed. 

“Demanding. I thought you didn't like used goods.” 

Sukuna scowled. “Shut up.” His free hand traced the stripes of stretched skin left in the wake of bearing his baby boy. “I like ‘em when they're used by me.”

“Does that really make them ‘used goods,’ then?” You murmured as if speaking logic too loud would break Sukuna's entranced obsession of you. 

But maybe, maybe, you had a point. 

“Guess I'll have to think on that.” His fingers slipped out of you and he gave you a wet slap on the ass to wake you up. Your subsequent squeak sure as hell woke Sukuna up. 

“Ow. Gross.” 

“I'm not finished with you, brat. Don't get too fuckin’ content, yeah?” He smirked when you glanced at his crotch expectantly. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Please.”

Sukuna sighed and settled between your legs as he futzed with his belt and button. “Could put up a bit of a fight.” 

“Too tired.” You yawned and stretched with a pleased sigh. “No will to argue.” 

The alpha leaned down to bite at your knee, and you pulled your legs together to avoid his chunky, rude fangs. You knew he'd delight in making you bleed or leaving dark bruises. He was the worst. 

“Still got a little fight left in ya,” Sukuna said with a grin. “Let's see how much more we can find, hm?”

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you mean everything - MV1 ೀ⋆｡🌷

summary: max needed a wedding date and you were used to being his fake partner.

tags: max verstappen x fem!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, max is so whipped, fluff, a bit angsty maybe?, mentions of alcohol

word count: 2k

notes: i've been writing (and thinking) so much about max... my period is coming please give me a break i'm sensitive. also would love to get some feedback if possible so i know if it's worth making a series out of this!!!!

"If you want to make it believable at least hold my hand" you half-whispered to Max, who was buttoning his blazer while getting out of the car, you behind him.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this with you" he said chuckling. His sweaty palm held yours tightly, and the feeling of it was odd. Knowing Max for so long meant that these romantic gestures felt almost cringeworthy to you both, and you both had to put up award winning performances every time you played this game.

The game in question being fake-dating. It started as a funny joke where you both thought it would be great to test out the Get A Champagne Bottle For Free At This Restaurant If You Propose theory (which worked, by the way). From then onwards, you used each other as dates whenever asked by annoying family members, creepy coworkers, or just because you felt like lying.

The talking wasn't hard - you both felt comfortable in that part, lying with words coming off almost dangerously natural - but when it came to acting the part, both of you felt awkward, like kids who found relationships absolutely repulsive.

This time, though, the performance would last longer than usual: it was a wedding. Max's friend's wedding. Max could've just gone along, or bring a friend (even you as a friend). Yet he had told his friend, after one too many shots on his Bachelor's Party, and after being chosen as The Guy Who'll Take the Longest to Settle, that he had, in fact, a girlfriend. His friends didn't believe him, so he showed a picture of you two together - a selfie really, nothing much. And they still said they didn't believe it. So here you are.

You couldn't blame him, even if you wanted to. You agreed to use each other as a fake partner for as long as you could in as many situations as required, although when it all started none of you ever thought it would lead to wedding attendances.

So now there you were, Max's hand on yours, entering the small church. His eyes locked with the groom, who waved and called for you to sit near the altar.

"So you ARE real" he said, nervousness laced in his voice even as he tried to lighten the mood himself. You giggled at the irony of it, nodding as you said your congratulations.

"Just wait until the guys see this" he continued gesturing towards the bench where 3 other men around his age sat. Men you had seen before in some Instagram pictures, men you spent the previous night trying to memorize basic information about so you didn't sound suspicious.

Max's hand now fell on your waist almost instinctively - it wasn't instinctively, he told himself once he noticed its positioning. And if it was, it was only because he took this so seriously, almost as a sort of method acting. Sitting down next to his friends, he noticed how all of them seemed surprised at your presence, and something like pride filled his chest. He loved winning, loved being right even if he was lying; but most especially, he loved how jealous other men seemed to be over the fact that he was (at least in their minds) dating you.

He couldn't deny - though he tried, really - that you two looked good together. His rougher features mixed with your softer ones gave you both an aura of near unreachability, which yes, was pretentious of him to think but he thought nevertheless.

The ceremony was quick and endearing, a smile spread across everyone's faces at the shared loved between the bride and the groom. As the crowd clapped, Max leaned into you, "don't tell me you're crying". "I am, just to think that I'll have to keep pretending to date YOU for the next 10 hours" you replied, his mocking smile recognizing the joke.

The reception hall was beautifully decorated with shades of soft green and violet orchids. Max tried not to think about how much it matched the shade of your dress, how you looked like you had come to life from a classical novel. He tried to feel like anyone but Mr. Darcy as you felt so much like Elisabeth Bennett to him.

Sitting down next to him, you found this part easier - mingling and socializing was something you enjoyed more than he did - especially with alcohol in the mix. It's a wedding, you thought; this is what weddings are for.

So you drank the wine with the main course and sipper champagne to celebrate and ordered a few cocktails when it was time to dance and talk - and you felt it on your body almost as much as you felt Max's hand occasionally sitting on your thigh, but not even close to how strongly you felt his thumb caress your skin as he did so. Truth was, he too was drunk; his eyes looked smaller and his cheeks were flushed, and the amount of times he ran a hair through his dirty blonde hair had caused it to look messier. As you looked at him, you felt he never looks as attractive as when he is like this - loose and carefree, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face when he notices people laugh at his joke.

"I have to admit I didn't think it was true" his friend said when Max left to go to the bathroom. He looked drunker than the two of you combined, his words hard to decypher, like a riddle. "He's been talking about you for months now and we never saw you for real so we thought you didn't exist" he laughed, and you laughed back before it registered.

"Months?" you asked him, eyebrows furrowed yet attempting to remain composed. You shouldn't have asked it - a supposedly month old girlfriend wouldn't be surprised but you were his fake month old girlfriend and you weren't understanding it anymore.

"Yeah. He talks about you so much all the time I think even we started to date you" he laughed again, yet this time you didn't find the joke so funny. You were frozen in your seat, merely blinking as if trying to put the confusing puzzle together, the pieces not quite fitting the way you thought they would.

A touch on your shoulder unfroze you, almost like magic, like a disney film come to life. You turned around to find the groom, somewhat sober, smiling at you while also looking somewhat concerned. "He's calling for you... And he's also absolutely wasted" he said, pointing to the door of the hall.

"Shit" you cursed, getting up from your seat at a speed you couldn't believe, worry filling your heart, making you forget the conversation you were just having.

Opening the door to the garden outside, you found Max sitting down against the wall, shirt partly unbuttoned and disheveled hair. When he saw you, he grinned, such genuine happiness laced with tipsiness.

"Lightweight" you mocked as you crouched in front of him, trying to balance yourself on your heels, somehow managing it despite your own drunkness.

"You're laughing at my mis- Shit- my misery" his throat bobbed up and down, exaggerating his own agony with a hand on his chest and another on his forehead like a Shakespeare character.

"I have to admit it's quite fun sometimes" you bit your lip as you fixed his hair as best as you could, hands brushing through its soft, blonde mess.

"You're so– you're so sweet" he said, his words dragged and messy. He brought a beer bottle to his lips but you stopped him before any liquid touched them.

"I think that's enough of that for tonight" you grabbed it and placed it behind you, sitting in front of him.

"See now... Now you're being mean" his hand grabbed a strand of your hair and played with it softly as he pouted.

"Okay big boy I'm gonna get you some water" you say, getting up once again, yet his hand stops you, grabbing your wrist tightly.

You looked at him, startled. His drunken state is visible, and it felt frustrating that you had to be the one sobering up for him. The music vibrated through the wall he leaned against, somehow tickling him, making him giggle.

"Stay," he managed to say, eyes half closed, "I'm so glad we're- Fuck things are spinning so much" his hands rushed to his eyes and his head hung low, "Ah fuck. I'm so glad we're datin- Fuck, no, oops-" he continued laughing despite how sick he felt, the whole situation sounding hilarious when filtered through alcohol.

You giggled along with him, mostly because you wanted to see if you could convince him to move, scared he might feel worse or pass out on the cold floor if he doesn't do so. "Fake dating. Fake dating, I know. I knowww" he continued, his words dragged and his finger pointing at you before poking your nose with such innocent sweetness you were taken aback.

"Max" you tried to sound more assertive but found it hard to do so, your own intoxicated state making the situation lighter than what it actually was. Your heart racing was a symptom of it, one you wouldn't feel if sobriety was an option, you thought. Max's eyes wouldn't seem to stare at you differently were he sober as well, and the way he scanned your features, his gaze staying on your lips for longer than expected, wouldn't affect you in the slightest had you not drank some alcohol.

"I like it when you say my name" he looked up at you innocently, pleading, almost.

"Want me to say it again?" you asked, smiling. You complied with these demands because you knew they were childish whims of an intoxicated man, his happiness a priority in times like these. Upon his nod, you started saying his name, half teasingly, half reassuringly, the leaves rustling in the garden behind you.

"Max... Max!! Max Max-"

He shouldn't. It would complicate things, and he liked when they were simple, clean and organized. He knew he shouldn't even when his whole vision spun and his brain convinced him that he should do things he would never do otherwise. But every time he refrained from saying something he would stumble across all his words and trip and fall and his head would only hurt more, and it seemed as if he could only focus if he kept listening to you and talking to you and looking at you.

The lights shone behind you in a way that made it feel as though he was dreaming, like you were a mirage, too good to be true. Maybe his friends were right - you weren't actually real. He wanted to be sure, in that moment. That you were real and that he wanted you as much as he thought. And though he shouldn't, though it was a terrible idea, he couldn't help but lean over to kiss you.

He tasted like champagne - bubbly and slightly sweet, his movements sloppy given his state, yet you couldn't help but drink it all in. Part of you - a big part - reciprocated the kiss, felt his fingers on the side of your neck, pulling you messily towards him, and tried to steady him, guiding him gently with your own lips.

It was odd, how this felt so right yet the fake hand holding didn't. As Max kissed you, that thought entered his clouded mind - did it feel wrong because it was fake and this was real? Your skin felt so soft, so much softer now he could touch it freely and unapologetically.

"Fuck-" he started, pulling away, his head resting against the wall once again as he stared at you, noticing how it hasn't hit you yet; what you just did, how it affected everything. "I fucking love you" he shrugged as you fixed your hair, pausing with arms raised for a few seconds before smiling softly.

"You're drunk" you replied, looking at his own grin, the gleam in his eyes making him appear both innocent and guilty of so many things.

"I'm drunk and I fucking love you"

"Max..." you started, and he said your name back to you with such tenderness you couldn't believe his lips tasted of alcohol earlier and not something sweet.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" you continued, waiting for the silence to swallow you both.

[fillinforlater]

On her jeans (Part 2 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji, Pham Hanni (ft. Jisoo, Seungyeon, Seolhyun)

Length: 8018 words

Tags: You know what? How about no tags. Yes, really. This is very similar to the rest of the On her series, especially cuz it's a Part 2. Go have fun, I know you will have it ;)

TW: rushed editing, a terrible friend, nothing but sex matters

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being a fantastic co-writer!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part3-

(A/N: This fic has it all: from three cameos to rapid fire scene changes to betrayal to an all-time threesome combo. Have fun with these grown-ass women!)

"What the fuck, Unnie?" 

"What?" Kazuha says, not even bothering to turn her attention to the young girl. 

"He… I—" 

The ballerina then turns around to see tears forming in Minji's eyes. This is how so many of them must have looked when the realization came crashing over them like a merciless tsunami. Did I really just do this? Is it worth it? Will he ever have enough?

"As he should." Kazuha's expression turns cold, uncaring.  "I did exactly what you asked me to. I sent you to him. It looks like you weren't good enough for him. That's on you. If you can't stick it out, maybe you aren't cut out for all of this." 

"What—do you really feel that way? Is that why you do it?" Minji sobs.

"At the start sure, but now I know: he is my whole world, all that I could need or want. 

“I love him," Kazuha says with unflinching conviction.

"Really?" Minji shouts and Kazuha quickly shuts her up with a palm on her sore lips.

"Yes, really, and if you screw this up, I swear, I'll make your life a living hell." Kazuha looks around the long corridors of the Hybe building. She then removes her hand from Minji's lips and unexpectedly dives straight to the younger’s ear. "You can be a good girl for him, call him Master or Daddy and get your brains fucked out—but don't ever get in between us. When the time is right, I'll be the only one for him.

"Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Zuha-unnie."

"Good. Now, what did he say you need to do?"

#

A seemingly never ending, vicious cycle starts for Minji. She works her butt off, dances the entire day, goes through hours of meetings, recordings—and instead of going to bed every day, she takes every conceivable measure to go straight to your office. 

She walks in, lays on the table and waits for you to finish a call. At first, it's a mystery who you are talking to, but she finds out that it's all kinds of producers, managers, executives and most importantly—idols.

"So how is everything going?" Jisoo dreamily asks from the other end of the line.

"Well, I almost fucked up,” you respond in all honesty and drop your pants. “I almost slipped and told one of the new prospects they reminded me of you." 

Jisoo's face softens and smiles. It’s like you can hear every movement of her facial bones. "Oh? Care to tell me who? Is she prettier than I was back then?" 

"Impossible," You say sincerely. 

"You're sweet, but don't think you're off the hook for that little quick tryst you had with Jennie. Rosie's sad about it. You need to make it up to her. And you need to make it up to me too." Jisoo says the last part a bit forcefully and you imagine scrunches on her face to show you her seriousness.

"I know,” you sigh and rub a finger along Minji’s throat and cheeks without thinking about her or the incredible sensation of her skin. “I will, I will. I miss you." 

"I know you do. You tell me every time we talk. I miss you too, Daddy.” That’s always how Jisoo finishes a long distance conversation. She wishes you were there, with a hand in her panties. She wants to moan your name into your ear, your actual name, and not scream it out when rubbing one out under some hotel bed sheets. But Jisoo will have to wait.

The moment you finish the call, you start to pull out your hard cock and press it into Minji’s wide open mouth. She makes sure to keep her lips moisturized at all times, but she can never be ready for the strong impact of your hips hitting her head and rocking her back and forth on the desk.

With every single one of those meetings, Minji's clothes become more revealing, to the point she gasps whenever she sees herself in a public mirror. People on the train start to watch her round ass bounce in short shorts, then in very short shorts, then in a miniskirt.

Minji wonders how she is able to push through this. Her sleep gets shorter, the training rougher, the meetings more intense—worst of all, you become more violent too. It all reaches a peak when Minji is unable to shower because otherwise she would be too late. 

In her dirty, sweaty state, she sprints to your office and bursts through the door, just to be greeted by the sight of you roughly fucking—destroying—the huge ass of a familiar idol.

"You are fuck-ing late!" you growl and slam the bendover idol against the desk a final time. Minji hurries around the wooden monstrosity to get into her, by now well-known position. It is then that she realizes who you are fucking: Seungyeon, the former dancer of CLC.

"What are you?" you shout at Seungyeon and smack her ass hard.

"Your stupid, bubble-butt bitch, Master," she wails in a weird mix of pain and euphoria. She gets a tap on said bubble-butt with your cock.

"How do you want it, bitch?"

"Harder, Master."

"What are you going to get?"

"What Master wants."

"Exactly."

Minji lets her head hang off the edge, only a few inches away from where you annihilate Seungyeon's dignity and her asshole with your inches. Both you and the idol grunt like animals in heat, but for her it sounds blissful, for you more like work.

And so Minji lays there, drenched in sweat, and the weirdness of being forced to watch other people fuck never really fading. It's stranger the more she has seen or admired an idol. No matter who, everyone she saw has folded to you, and Seungyeon might be the most submissive. How she degrades herself and begs for you to ruin and spit on her—

"Good bitch, keep your ass gaping!"

Suddenly, the cock is on Minji's face and she looks past it in shock. Your expression, though a bit exhausted, remains stern.

"Open fucking wide, Minji," you command and Minji gulps. This cock has just been in Seungyeon's ass, maybe for hours, and though it looks spotless, she can't bring herself to—

Minji gasps and that is enough. You push against her lips, into her mouth and start to use it to 'clean' yourself—really, it is just training for Minji to trust you and accept your commands.

Though her first reaction was a gag of disgust, Minji has to admit to herself quickly that Seungyeon's ass on your cock tastes great. It's an embarrassing secret which she will never tell anyone.

You switch between the holes a couple more times before creaming Seungyeon. While Minji has her final cleaning session, you order the older idol to clean Minji's feet and calves off sweat.

No hesitation, Minji realizes, as Seungyeon does not leave out an inch of her skin.

Seungyeon isn't the only one showing complete devotion to you and your every order. You've had a few other idols over before or after Minji's throat-stretching. The young soon-to-be idol knew them, but they weren't the stars yet she saw in your profile list. The thought that you might have been bluffing with controlling the likes of Blackpink, aespa or Red Velvet crossed her mind, but they faded whenever she thought of Kazuha's success.

She wants that too, no, Minji wants to pass Kazuha and so she comes back to you, no matter how hard the companies’ training is fucking her. Then finally comes the day—actually, the day before the day. 

The not-yet NewJeans member lays on your table. She returned from the final pre-debut meeting and was ready for you to quickly walk in and fuck her face, but you never came. For endless hours, the entire fucking night, Minji had to lay there and wait. She could've left at any time, but the gravity of this situation, this presumed test, pulled her down to the flat, wooden surface. 

No matter how uncomfortable it got, she did not stand up. You could be around the corner at any second. The thought of her giving up right as you walk in gave Minji a weird mixture of fear and arousal, further amplified when she had to keep herself from falling asleep. A hand in her soaked panties, Minji played the fantasy out in her head:

You would walk in and find her asleep. Angry by her inability to follow orders and service her Master, you decide to punish her. When you find her panties wet, the desk covered in girl juice, you wouldn't hesitate to plunge into Minji's tight, virgin cunt and fuck her awake. It would hurt, but Minji wouldn't stop cumming!

She can't stop cumming, her fingers rub her clit to completion and now real juice runs down your desk. Minji is wide awake, but an hour later, she does it again, again, again, until you finally enter the room. Casually, as if Minji isn't completely spent and almost fully naked on your work desk.

The sparkle in her eyes is priceless. Out of all the crazy shit you pulled on this formerly innocent virgin, this was the task that broke her. You don't know the exact moment, but you will never forget this moment where you see her orbs and know that she is past her prostitute stage.

"This is actually impressive," you say with a coy smile while gently caressing Minji's forehead. "I see you... had fun last night?"

"Sorry, Master," Minji carefully apologizes and kisses your hand. "I made a mess."

"Don't worry, I'll call someone to clean it later. Now, get on your knees and show me what you have learned."

She is dizzy, barely able to stand, but luckily, Minji's place is at your feet, hands wrapped around your length. Her strokes are soft, careful, and she does not wait to use her tongue on you. After a minute, she sees the impatience in your look and uses her mouth. Quickly it’s wrapped around your tip and for the first time ever, Minji fucks her face on your cock.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim. There is some actual joy in that, especially when you can lazily put Minji's hair in a makeshift ponytail and watch her go down on your crotch in surprisingly quick succession. "This is good, this is fucking—great!

"Hold still."

Your heart pumps like crazy, but it's nothing compared to your hips which start to obliterate Minji's throat. Your cock bulges her visibly and she starts to shake. Usually, she'd have her teeth at spots where they don't belong, but at long last, she has learned. 

She takes it well, like a slut should. Not yet one of your perfect sluts however. It's all a bit rushed; her debut, the training, the stretching. Considering this, she is definitely good and her gags sound delicious. 

You pull out of her mouth. Minji triest to catch her breath, instead catches three of your fingers which you also use to fuck her mouth while locking eyes. The salty tears that stream from hers look so delicious and you love how, no matter how many chokes you force out of her, there is no fight or flight response. She takes it.

"Become sloppy, slut, get your drool out. I want to see you become a mess for your Master!"

Minji twitches. She is dazed, your fingers become glazed; then an avalanche spurts forth, of more tears and drool that starts to cover her chin and stain your floor. You want more, so you replace your fingers with your cock and fuck her throat again, never slowly, only hard and fast. At this point, the poor girl beneath you is dehydrated and the pool on her thighs and the tiles excessive. You stop.

"Fuck, this is what I mean. This is how you suck cock, Minji."

"G-glad you l-like it—Master."

"Go clean up your mess."

"Yes, Master."

When Minji goes down to lick and suck her saliva from the floor, you rest your shiny, polished shoe on her cheek and bask in the faint sun, dawning right before your office window.

"You will go home and sleep," you order firmly. "The only contact we will have is when you send me a video of you masturbating in your debut panties. Send me those panties in the mail, and you'll soon lift your first music show trophy."

Lean down after Minji has collected all the slick and press an unmistakable love bite right under her right breast. Minji mewls as you do so.

"The-they'll probably try to hide the mark, Master."

"Good." Pat her head. "No one can know what happened here."

"Of course, Master."

"You've been a good girl, Minji. Now go out there and become a bigger star than you could've ever dreamed of."

"Thank you, Master."

#

Months go by where Minji is mostly a concept for you, some asset to be discussed in meeting with your connections in HYBE. Rarely did she send a direct message to you—except for the video you asked for. It's nice that she didn't totally forget about you. After a busy day that calls for vacation and a nice, warm pussy on your cock, you turn on the TV to watch the most important year-end award show. 

A quick scroll down your contact list, you pick someone you know is nearby, obedient and definitely warm. The calls with Seolhyun are never longer than ten seconds, because she knows she's got to be there for her Daddy.

"You ever miss this?" you ask her when she sits down on your cock, panties still around her ankles, jacket still hanging from her shoulders.

"The awards? Sometimes, but—oh fuck!” Seolhyun is interrupted by you thrusting upwards while you care more for the TV than her. “Yes, more Daddy. They are nothing compared to your cock, your touch, your love!" 

Seolhyun tightens when she moans these words and you give her more of your touch, your thrusts, your cock. Soon she is bouncing in rhythm with it and begs for you to rub her clit. You won’t do so yet, would be boring if she’d get all the things that make her cum so easily.

"What do you think of her, Seolhyun?” You nod towards the screen as it captures Minji in all her beauty and on stage charisma. “Think she can capture the nation's heart like you once did?" 

"Minji, right? I think so."

That is the first time Minji has been in your sight since when her face was pressed to the floor. She looks like a proper star, close to being a super star (their next song will guarantee it) and her attitude reflects that. Don't touch me, I'm better than you, get out of my way, who even are you? - you imagine how she feels towards these other, lesser known people around her. 

Minji's dream came true and you were the pixy dust. Now you deem it the right time to get a hold of her. In between comebacks, right after all the award shows, she will have no excuses. Time to pay up, you text her, with a location, time and date while your finger disappears in Seolhyun’s asshole.

#

The day comes and you've checked into your favorite spa-hotel with excitement. The security and privacy here are top notch, or at least they are for you. See, it’s all about connections and here you have the best connections and can make sure that no rumors spread and that all information comes to you in no time. Minji will be here shortly and you've already painted the pictures of her naked body in your head, scenes where she undresses, spreads her legs and folds, begs for you to part her—

You hear the door open. From your seated position on the bed, you look expectantly at the entrance to the bedroom which Minji finds shortly after, her fluffy, thick jacket already falling from her shoulders.

"Hello, Master," she sultrily says with a smile. You reciprocate it.

"I see you've been doing great," you skip the greeting and walk over to her. A gentle push and the jacket fully falls off. Minji's outfit underneath is surprisingly thin for this season; there could be snowfall outside any day now and she runs around in a white crop and skinny denim.

"Those jeans look good on you." Stare down at her eyes while you check the quality of those mentioned jeans by fondling her butt, then her thighs and lastly her crotch. "Very expensive, HYBE is already paying you?"

"It's all the ads we do," Minji quickly responds, her breath halted while she does the unthinkable and moves your hand away from her crotch. "I... I never thought it would work so quickly."

"Yeah, it feels surreal, almost too quickly," you say with careful annoyance, unsure how to judge Minji's hand on your wrist holding you back from getting to feel more of her body.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Master, thank you very much~"

"You see, Minji..."

Her shoulders in your firm grasp, you move Minji to the next wall and position her in such a way that she is trapped and your knee is able to gradually push up against her covered pussy. The young girl tries to resist, she is suddenly flustered, oh how this should remind her of her success.

"... no one was ever this successful without a big commitment. Your commitments until now were nothing."

"Tha-that's why I'm here. Master, I'll suck your cock as much as you want, I'll let you deepthroat me hard, even for the entire night!"

You scoff and give Minji's cheek a quick, small slap. Your knee has now become the only pillar that keeps her upright. She has to balance and rub her slightly moistened folds on them so as to not to fall over.

"Sucking? Deep throating? Oh you're still so naive. No. You, Minji… belong to me. All of you, which means any hole. You are mine to use however I want."

"Wha—no!" She puts a hand on her cheek and looks at you with puppy eyes that beg so pathetically, like the thought that you took this deal seriously is a shocking reveal. You roll your eyes at her and find the top button of her jeans, but Minji starts to fight back with a loud, whiny voice.

"No, Master, you don't understand! Un-unlike all those other idols, I'm... I'm still a virgin. I don't want to lose it now, not here, not—"

"That is not up to you!"

Your shout halts time and space, only Minji's facial expression matters. She looks honest, absolutely in dread that it might happen at not the moment she wants it to. She cannot fathom giving you or anyone that control, she wants it special and precious and all those nonsense illusions. It's gut wrenchingly annoying but you will not go too far to break her now; you're too fond of her for that. 

Call it your weakness and curse you for that.

"We had a deal."

"I-I know."

"And you don't want to fulfill it?"

"I'm sorry, Ma-Master, please don't—"

"Then offer me something equally valuable." Minji looks at you in confusion. You drop her from the wall and hand her your phone. "Put in the number of someone whose virginity I can take. They have to be your sacrifice, your warrantor, and they have to agree to the same contract.

"You will then come with her to me and will watch how I take her virginity. You will watch every fucking pump I put into her pussy. She will testify, she will call me Master and she will love it. That's your only way, you better bring me someone."

Minji clutches the cell phone, her life-line, her lever to the trolley problem, except the train that was about to hit her can only be directed at another girl.

"And Minji,” you add in controlled yet uncontrollable rage. “I want her here, now. I want someone worthy of my time and touch. Or else. You will call them and then you will be on your knees sucking my cock while we wait."

Sweat comes pouring down Minji's forehead. You can hear the inner workings of her brain scramble, trying to find someone she can push in between you and her. There is no submission to you and there is no urge to flee and break your deal. 

Minji genuinely tries to sell you someone. Despicable, everything for success.

"D-do you know Hanni?" she suddenly stutters, quietly, ashamed but her fingers are already dialing up her friends number.

"I have never met her." You laugh in disbelief and turn your back to Minji. "You're really going to sell your bandmate? Are you not friends?"

"I—she's the only one I know who is a virgin but not... not... not unwilling."

You cock your eyebrow and listen to Minji's call which is surprisingly short. No mention of you or your arrangement, just the location and some details. Definitely no one is allowed to know of this and yes, Hanni has to be swift.

Minji ends the call and you immediately throw her to the ground, her head on the cushions of the nearby bed, your belt already loose, a hand on your pants.

"Pull them down and open your fucking mouth." Minji does so, the shock in her eyes is wonderful when you push past her lips and against the back of her throat in one go. Violent choking. "You are terrible, the worst friend, but at least you know how to make that mouth-pussy of yours work. Go on! Fucking use your tongue."

Minji starts to gag, trying to adjust to your cock, not realizing you weren't even fully hard yet. You never were with her. 

"Good, all the way. Use your tongue and saliva, let me fucking feel it."

You kick off your trousers and put more force in your hips so that your long shaft may fill Minji's deepest depths. It pushes out a lot of saliva, a waterfall that tumbles down her chin and covers her top. From your point of view you may not see it, but you know that Minji's aroused nipples poke through her bra and show that no matter how hard you fuck her face or belittle her, she's yours.

Minji's mind shall only be occupied with satisfying you, so even her still lacking tongue and lips do their best to suck you from tip to base—you make sure she never slacks by pistoning in and out of her.

After about 30 minutes of slowly thrusting in and out of here and replying to texts on your phone, you receive a message from the hotel staff that someone has arrived and come to see you. Minji tries to tap on your leg, indicating she wished to be freed of this position. You shake your head, no. 

"Oh, you don't want your bandmate to see you like this? That's not an option."

The sound of a door opening echoes through the hotel room and Minji panics, flailing wildly, her eyes tearing up and begging, begging so well—maybe she can finally grasp what she has gotten her friend into—

"Hello? Minji, are you here? Is everything okay?"

—but she still has so much to learn. Smack her cheek a final time, loud enough for Hanni to gasp at the front door. Before she can enter the bedroom, you pull out of Minji's mouth and push her towards the door. 

"Minji?" Hanni asks again and rushes towards her. Minji stops her, both of them shriek in shock. "Oh my Gosh, Minji, it is you! You scared me!"

"I-I'm sorry, I—"

"You look... messy. Is everything alright? I'm sorry if I took too long, you sounded so sad and terrified."

"Hanni, I," Minji stutters, hesitates, maybe even contemplates. It all makes her seem as if she has a heart and does not want to use Hanni to keep her virginity, but deep down everyone has to know that she is not a good person. No one would sell their friend for something like this. Minji is cold hearted when it comes to her career and things she believes she rightfully owns. "I have to ask something crazy of you."

"Okay? Look, you need to calm down first, maybe clean your face up and then we can talk ab—"

"Hanni, please." You hear some uncertain steps, as if someone is almost falling over and is ultimately pressed to a wall. You hear a wet sound, then a moan. Your cock is going crazy at all the possible things that might happen right around the corner and later in this bed. "Do you trust me?"

"Why did you kiss me, Minji?"

"Do you trust your leader?"

"Yes, of course. I'm a bit scared though, what have you gotten into?" Hanni's voice is full of concern and so is her face which you see for the first time when Minji guides her into the bedroom, arms around Hanni's tiny waist.

Hanni is in complete shock. 

"Minji, what is this? Who is this man?" You still have your pants down and cock out. 

Unfazed, you smile at the girl. "Minji, tell your friend what you did."

"Have you never wondered," Minji starts right away and tightens her hold on the younger band member. "Why so much changed before our debut, why the success was imminent, why it didn't stop? Have you never questioned all the blessings we received?"

"I-I... what was I supposed to think?" Hanni weakly laughs and tries to avoid the sight of your erection, but she can't because Minji is slowly inching her closer to it. "We are in a gr-great company, smart managers, pro-ducers... so who are you?"

"He is the reason, he is why we did not fail. Look, Hanni, I had to do it, okay?"

"Do what? Sell your body?" Hanni looks over her shoulder at the glassy-eyed leader of her group who gives her the tiniest nod. In those large, round orbs of the young Vietnamese woman you see the realization kick in bit by bit. At first she does not want to accept it, then she cannot believe it—but at last, she has to put it into words.

"You sold your body... and now he wants more."

"He wants something only you can give him," Minji whispers and pecks Hanni's cheek. You are astonished at how she manipulates her dongsaeng, Minji truly is ruthless; but Hanni's calmness deserves an award. She seems to surrender to this idea easily. There is no flight, there is barely any fight—she accepts her situation. 

"Will you give it to him? Your virginity?"

"Minji, I—"

"That's not the entire truth is it, Minji?" You smirk coldly. "You are a pretty thing, Hanni. She's right, I do want more. It's not something only you can give me, rather, it's something Minji refuses to give me. So instead, she offered you to me. Your precious group leader sold you out."

Put her tiny chin into your hand and for the first time, Hanni locks eyes with you. Minji's manipulation roots deeper, as there is not a hint of belief in the words you say. Rather, Hanni listens to the girl in her ear, at her ear, that licks her ear and tells her sweet lies:

"He is playing with you. He likes to play. But don't worry, he will help us.

"Don't you want to be a star, Hanni? The most successful foreign idol?" You hear Minji opening Hanni's belt as she melts in between your thumb and index finger. Her lips look so full and perfect. You'd bet your career that she is already a great sucker, maybe even better than Minji is at this point. "My sacrifice can't be for nothing, and yours won't be either."

Hanni's pants drop to the floor, while you work to get rid of her jacket. She is like a Barbie doll: pretty, clear skin, obedient, ready to be undressed and played with. No matter what you do or where you touch, she just obliges while her features become redder and hotter. Soon, she wears nothing but her undergarments.

"You have an amazing body," you compliment her. She just nods. You order Minji to put Hanni on your bed. For now, you'll not reveal the whole story, the truth: yes, you play games, but Minji clearly is lying to Hanni, trying to get away with more than questionable methods.

You respect Minji for that. Yes, in this dedication, the lies, you see devotion for you. She is willing to sacrifice herself and even her friend for your satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now until she would truly be turned into a loyal one for you. 

You have a suspicion and you would test it out here. 

"Hanni Pham, a bright star plucked out of Australia, a Viet idol with international appeal. And a lovely voice too, dare I say even prettier than Minji's..." 

You smirk, sensing the hurt from Minji without even looking.

"Will you tell me your name?" Hanni asks as you crawl on top of her. Minji placed her in a missionary position and still rubs her hand all over her exposed thighs so she would open her legs for you.

"You don't need my name, you just need to know what I can do and what I want. My deal with Minji benefits you a lot. Tell me, how does it feel to hold a music show trophy or one of those MAMA awards?"

"G-good, Sir, it's quite the," Hanni gasps when you push her legs open and place a finger on her white, innocent panties. You search for a bit until you find her clit and rub it from side to side. "Thrill."

"Drop the Sir, with me Hanni." Lean down to her pink lips, those round, moisturized and smooth lips. "Call me Daddy."

Minji's eyes widen and she almost lets out a whimper as if to object to you. A first encounter and you already let her call you, Daddy? Did you already like Hanni more than her when you haven’t even received pleasure yet? 

"Daddy?" Hanni responds unsure. 

"Yes, Hanni. You'll be a good girl for me won't you? That's all I want. Good, loyal girls. If you do that, you can have anything you desire."

"Daddy, I want to be successful and I want to give you what you need for that." She whimpers when you put more pressure on her nub. "B-but I'm a bit scared. I have never put something inside."

"I think your friend here can help you with that. After all, she got you into that situation." You glance at Minji and she gets what you mean, though the envy at Hanni's preferential treatment is clearly visible on her wrinkled forehead.

Minji leans down and gives Hanni a firm kiss while replacing your hand on the clit that has steadily hardened and is now aroused to the point Hanni's panties become stained with wet spots.

You glance at Minji in thanks. 

"Oh and Minji: no more kissing Hanni unless I command it. Her lips and your lips, belong to me only. Is that clear?" She can only meekly nod. "I hope you haven't been touching anyone else during our time together, Minji. That would really upset me." 

You already know the answer. Given how easily Minji’s and Hanni’s lips connected just this evening, you know it's something they are comfortable with. That would end now. 

Before Minji can answer you, you focus back on Hanni and the sticky sensation spreading over your fingers.

"Already wet for me? You're taking to my touch a lot better than your leader. Tell me, Hanni, you're not afraid of me, are you? Just ask me to touch you more. Tell me what you want."

Hanni is still hesitant, though there is shyness only in the way her mouth doesn't move and admit to her body's obvious reaction. She leaks onto your fingers, her chest heaves heavily, faster. You insert a finger, as well as part of those drenched panties inside her and finally, the right words slip out.

"Your fingers feel so good, fu-uck."

"That's what I wanted to hear." You smile and lean down to Hanni's face. Her lips instinctively pucker, her eyes fall shut, oh, how incredible: she is already yours. You let her wait there, finger twirling, pretending to push aside her panties and go for the real deal, but you're all teasing. Hanni mewls.

"Please, D-Daddy, kiss me."

"I will, when I put it in."

"W-will it hurt? Will you hurt me Daddy?"

"Only if you want me to, baby girl, but you want what Daddy wants, right? It might hurt to begin with, but it will feel so good for both of us." 

The chemistry between you two surprises Minji as she backs off, her hands away from the young women for the first time. Hanni nods. 

"Make me feel good, Daddy. I trust you."

Hook your fingers in Hanni's panties and at last, her soaked entrance is exposed, for your eyes only. You stroke your cock a couple of times, get the fresh girl juice all over it and gaze over the insanely well-trained body you're about to ravish.

Hanni's abdomen is to die for. The muscles on her midriff are absolutely stunning, the same goes for her navel perfectly resting in between them and then further up her subtle boobs, which Minji frees from the bra after your command. It all ends with Hanni’s chin, the sweat that runs down her throat, the faint sparkle of perfection—to sum it up, Hanni is incredibly beautiful.

You take hold of her hips and bask in the way your cock and her hole are magnetically attracted and connect. Hanni throws her head back at the impact and with every inch you stuff into her, her breathing becomes more erratic. Funnily enough, the same goes for Minji, who quietly scoots back and rests at the headboard of the bed.

As you slowly pump half of your cock in and out of the tight cavern, Minji goes for the same rhythm and rubs her clit, hand buried in her pants. She even goes and opens the first buttons. Is it really this girl that wants to keep control over her virginity? Let her have it for now, she'll be yours soon enough.

"Daddy, just focus on me!” Hanni whines out her first words after becoming a full blown woman. “You-you didn't need her, right?"

"Then make me forget, baby girl. Squeeze my cock with your pink little pussy." You go and have a taste of Hanni’s fat lips again, wishing they would suck your balls right now. Hanni could become a whore who would worship your crown jewels like no other. Better than Minji, whose eyes beg to be involved in the action. "Spread your legs more, I want to fuck you harder, Hanni.

"Oh and Minji: Go and suck my balls! That's what you're good for."

"O-okay, Master."

"Be grateful for it. But remember, no cumming."

"Thank you, Master."

"Daddy?” Hanni whimpers softly. “Why does she call you, Master? Is one better?" 

"Oh baby girl. Daddy is more affectionate. It's what you deserve. Minji still has to learn, her heart isn't in this yet."

Minji's heart might not be in the right place (rather the place you intend it to be) but her lips surely are. She gives your swinging balls a good suck and slows done the pace at which your fucking Hanni's pussy. 

It's amazing how well she adjusted to your size, even with your length and girth growing continuously at her fantastic heat and texture. Hanni handles you like a pro, and like one of your pro girls, she is already more drool than straight thoughts.

"Does it feel good, Daddy's hard cock in your virgin pussy? Get used to it because it's the only thing your hole will know. I will be the only one to use your holes, is that clear?"

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy," Hanni moans and her body rocks violently on the bed sheets. "You-you are so much better."

"Better than what, baby girl?"

Hanni puts both her weak hands on the back of your head and pulls you down to where her lips meet your ears to tell you lewd things that Minji must not hear.

"Better than Minji's fingers."

You take this as a cue to grab Hanni's thighs and angle her in such a way that you can slam into her cunt harder. You let gravity do the work while the force of the entire bed frame shaking has Minji trembling in awe. She rubs her thighs together and tries to keep her hands busy with other spots of her heated body.

You can see that she wants to rub her clit while you make Hanni cum during her precious first time. She is probably projecting, wants you to go softly, then harder, but that is not your game.

"Hanni, no more of that, no more Minji's fingers. Only Daddy shall touch you from now on. You are mine and I'm going to go as hard as I want." You growl out slamming into her even more. "Take it all, Hanni, prove your fucking worth to me."

"Thank y-you, Daddy," Hanni begins her way down the rabbit hole of subjugation towards only you. The new life she will enter, all the changes, challenges and benefits will overwhelm her, but first you overwhelm her with your rod. "Thank you, for help-ing us, thank you for the wins, thank—ah, Daddy, I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming! Thank you for your cock, Daddy!"

You enter a nirvana drilling into Hanni's tight cunt. 

"Good girl, yes thank me, beg me, need me. This is the only cock you will ever have from now on and—" You kiss her with wanton lust, shoving your tongue in her mouth. The next whisper in Hanni's ear is out of Minji’s reach, though she might be too distracted from your delicious balls to get what you were saying either way. 

"Daddy! I understand, yes." 

Without losing focus of your hammering, you give a dismissive order to Minji, who is not worth your eyes on her.

"You can go Minji. I don't need you here. In fact, we can end our deal. You got what you needed right? Wins and fame. I won't meddle with your group in anyway. You are free to go."

"What?" Minji shrieks, completely offended that you could say such a thing.

"You heard me. Fuck. Off." Every word is empathized by a huge thrust that bulges Hanni's tummy. She stares at it in infinite bliss, then throws her head back as you knead her small tits and make the nipples hard like steel.

"B-but Master, you can't just do that."

"You did not keep your part of the bargain and still got what you wanted. Why the hell are you still here?"

"But I did!” Minji argues and climbs in front of you on the bed. “I brought you, Hanni, Master! I—" 

"Hanni, turn around and get in position, I want both of us to look at Minji. I'm going to fuck you from behind.

"What's wrong, Minji? You never truly wanted me in the first place. We both got what we needed from our deal. You don't need my help, your group will be successful. I made sure of it. I am releasing you from our contract with no punishments. Take the fucking deal, Minji."

Minji sits there, on the bed, not moving from her position. In utter shock as she watches Hanni smile and moan as you take her from behind, her pussy stretched again. God, how good she must feel, that face says it all. The pleasure, the desire, all the praises for your cock and it's only because she has her tongue sticking out like it's numb.

Suddenly, it all seems so clear to Minji, so easy to comprehend. She takes a deep breath and learns towards you, her upper body prompted up. All that just to throw her dignity away, to throw herself underneath you.

"Daddy, please! Give me your cock too! Take my virginity, don't push me away!"

You stop thrusting into Hanni right away and pull out for a moment to look at her. 

"Bullshit. I told you we were done here. You don't mean that. You just want my power and connections like everyone else."

"No, I mean it," Minji reassures, but words are nothing when it comes to her current state. She has to follow it up with more, significantly more. You doubt that she can deliver, but low and behold, she unbuttons her jeans and peels them off to show her long legs and the thoroughly drenched panties.

"Mi-Minji, what in the," Hanni moans and goes silent when you smack her ass. It's unbelievable that she is already so obedient and well-trained without training. The more she impresses you, the more Minji has to follow up. Soon she is on her back, jeans on the floor, shut legs turned towards you.

You put your hand on her thigh and though it's tough on her, Minji spreads her trembling legs wide. You poke her lips through her panties and when she squirms you give her a quick slap on her face. 

"Look at me, Minji," you order and she does. "Beg me, call me Master until I have given you, no, until I have taken what is rightfully mine."

"Please, Master," Minji cries out. "Please take my virginity, y-you own it."

"Louder," you growl and smack her covered pussy. Minji cries out, her pleas louder and louder with every new hit you give her cunt. Oh the way her eyes sparkle and body jerks is addicting, you don't realize that you have started to fuck back into Hanni who might have seen Minji naked before, who might have had sex with her—

—but this is new. Minji is a brainless mess, her pussy red from the beating, her face fully in tears. 

"Master, fuck my pussy, please! Fuck this pussy, my worthless pussy, it's yours! Make me full, make me full, I don't deserve it!"

"Now we are getting there," you viciously laugh and grab her chin to aggressively tonguefuck her wet, silly mouth. Minji is such a mess, dazed to the point Hanni's hands undressing her top after your order doesn't even faze her. Her top is gone, her bra as well. All that's left are her panties and Hanni has her fingers already hooked in them.

"Wait, Hanni, she should do it alone."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Ma-Master?"

"Lay down, Minji.

"Pull them to the side.

"Show me your pussy.

"Say it.”

Minji slowly and clumsily works on pulling and getting her wet panties off of her. There is an unfathomable amount of embarrassment in the way Minji’s eyes cannot hold your strong, charismatic gaze for long.

"Shall I feast on your pussy, Minji?" You ask with a smirk and hunger in your eyes.

They all turn eventually. It sometimes sounds so sudden and drastic, but it's all more or less the same. It builds up over time, like an orgasm. Some girls are quiet, until it bursts out of them in a heavy gush that has the entire floor wet. Some are loud the entire way through and what was once only lip service becomes reality, a reality they adore.

They all turn and they all get your cock. So does Minji, with her finger still spreading those sore, red folds and you ignoring her pleasure just to find yours in this wet, messy hole. Minji's cunt is remarkable, cute in the way it ripples and tightens and incredibly lewd in the way it sounds when you slam yourself in and out while holding onto her slim waist.

Now she is part of the loud girls, those idols that suddenly come to worship you more than the career that they fought so hard for. It will be later that they realize that this is the way they get approval from their company, their sponsors, their fans. You are success, the Queen maker for the outside world and a toy maker in your bedroom.

Minji is a great toy. She is euphoric now, the pain already gone. She makes sure to adjust to your will, lifts her hips off the ground when you need to slow down, shows you her tongue when you go for a kiss, and always says the right things. It was so hard for her not long ago, but now she is willing to do it despite Hanni laying next to her and admiring both of you fucking like animals. 

"Hanni," you groan and hammer your cock balls deep into Minji, who throws her head back in another (accidental) orgasm. "I know you want to fuck both of us so bad, but if you don't touch yourself until I'm finished with her, I'm gonna cum on your pretty face and tell you how good you are, okay?"

"O-okay, Daddy," Hanni mewls. Not that she would have touched herself, but you can't blame her for considering it. Caress her cheek softly for being so good, then fucking destroy Minji's cunt because she has been so bad.

"Master, more, pl-please, fuck!" Minji howls with pleasure. 

"You're going to be my good girl from now on, right?" 

"Yes, Master, use me however you want. I-I just want to live to fulfill your desires. Master!" 

You stare deeply at her and pause right before the next spike rattles Minji’s brain. 

"Really? With every atom in your body. Tell me again, Minji."

"Every-thing." Minji can barely talk but does so for you, despite you, despite the large dick that is reshaping her insides. "You own everything, Master. You c-can use me daily, everywhere, any-time. I-I mean it!"

You lean down to her and give her a simple, hard thrust to make sure she gets your point.

"You're a good girl?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then call me Daddy," you whisper into her ear and put a hand on her throat, ready to press down on it.

"Thank you, Daddy," Minji rasps before you choke her hard and fuck her absolutely senseless. Orgasm after orgasm shoots through her frame, her existence becomes numb, she is a fleshlight now. The vibrations of her climax become your stimulation and at the last possible second, you pull out of that twitching hole. 

"Get on your knees Hanni," you order in time. Hanni kneels before you as you somehow slide off the bed, legs a bit shaky and with her head thrown back because you could not resist pulling her raven hair, you cum all over her features. "God, you are such a pretty girl. I can't believe such beauty loves cum on her face."

"It's Daddy's cum," Hanni moans and sucks on your tip to get more on her lips. The rest has mostly covered her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. "Of course I like it!"

"That is right, baby girl, well said," you compliment her and pat her head while she instinctively cleans your cock with superb care. "Did you ever service someone else?"

"No?" Hanni asks and collects your cream off of her stupidly gorgeous face.

"You, I swear to God, you can't be that good right from the start."

Hanni pouts her lips and puts them under your cock. She truly is one in a million, the rare idol who barely hesitates and immediately knows how to do the right things. In many regards, she reminds you of Kazuha, who told you it was her kinks that made her adapt so easily. Maybe this is the case for Hanni as well. Should that make her devotion less impressive?

"Daddy?" Hanni cutely asks and waits.

"Open your mouth, I need to fuck it now."

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙meme | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none rly it's jus fun & fluff

summary: in which you love causing mischief and mayhem and both of your fans eat it up

a/n: i liked this request but had no idea how to rly like execute it in fic at all but i had the idea just to have them being silly on the tl hahah hope that works ok & u guys like it?! sorry if it's shorttt

request!!!: idea!!! omg have you seen that girl on tiktok, i think she goes by dj mandy, and she pretends to be a serious dj and mashups the most random songs with a straight face,,, im picturing landos girlfriend with that type of humour in a fic😭

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nitroglycerine | k.bkg

SUMMARY: "you wonder if katsuki's using part of his quirk— if this is what his nitroglycerine feels when it activates: warm in his hands, before it explodes."

alternatively, the weird in between of fuck buddies to lovers.

TAGS & WARNINGS: idiots to lovers, implied sex, both of you are bad at feelings

"do you like me, katsuki?"

katsuki looks good tonight, you think. out in the balcony, bathed in moonlight and the soft glow from the lights of his room. the left side of his hair's bedhead mussed from where he'd slept next to you and he's wearing your hair tie on his wrist, hands nursing the #1 sexiest hero mug you'd gotten him as a gag gift for christmas two years ago that he swore he'd throw away.

he looks good tonight, you think, marked with little pieces of you. he looks like he's yours.

"fuck's that supposed to mean?" he doesn't answer the question, and you bite back a smile at the red tinting his cheeks. you tell yourself it's from the cold.

"c'mon," you nudge him with your shoulder. "do you like me?"

"no, you're annoying."

"oh, fuck you—"

"—again? you're greedy tonight aren't ya."

your cheeks warm. "that's not what i meant and you know it."

his shoulders shrug the slightest, and the teasing smirk he gives you feels far too close to a smile, one that he hides when he takes a sip from his hot chocolate.

"do you like me?" you repeat your question. this time he sighs, like the drama queen he is.

"yes, alright?" katsuki realizes too late that his words are a little too airy, a little too soft to be a snarky reply, so he amends it with "wouldn't let you mark me up if i didn't."

it's then that your eyes drop to the hickeys on his neck, trailing down his bare chest and disappearing into the hem of his sweats. you know you're no better with the finger shaped bruises on your thighs and the bite marks underneath your— his shirt.

you don't know why you like marking each other up so much. maybe it's because you both need to keep your lips preoccupied. katsuki doesn't like kissing, says it's too intimate for a friends with benefits situation. you've slept together, yes, multiple times, but you've never been... intimate, with him.

(that's a lie, your brain supplies. he's held you close late at night, fully clothed and feeling like putty in his arms when you tell him a shitty a joke that has him barking out a laugh, vibrations on his chest reverberating against your cheek; he's taken you out on not-dates, telling you to dress pretty, i'll pick ya up at seven and ended the night not in his bed but on his kitchen counter, with his sleeves rolled up and a cocky grin on his face when your eyes light up after he feeds you a spoonful of the lasagna he's cooking because he decided the restaurant couldn't make good food to save its life. he's the friend you sleep with every now and then, sure... but you haven't been just friends for a while now.)

you hum at his response, and it's followed by a light shake of your head. "i knew you'd say that," you mumble.

"if you knew what i'd say then what was the point of asking?"

you shrug. "wanted to hear it come from you."

he only nods in lieu of a reply, and you silently take the mug when he offers it to you, content when the hot chocolate warms your body before handing it back to him.

it's when he's taking a sip that you decide to ask, "do you love me?" and katsuki nearly spits out his drink. you're laughing and staring at him with amused eyes, and he's trying not to choke with a mutter of what the hell, y/n before he gathers his composure.

then he's tossing your question around his head and he looks at you. really looks at you.

your eyes look pretty tonight, he thinks. bare faced and smelling like his sheets, wearing the first shirt you saw when you opened his closet. he didn't bother telling you it was his favorite, not when you looked at him so sweetly when you asked him if you could borrow it, brain taking one look at you in his clothes and immediately deciding that this version of you is the sexiest and he can't help the way his hands are drawn to your waist, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck and almost purring when he realizes he can smell his laundry detergent and soap mixed with your scent.

and yeah, your eyes look pretty tonight, he thinks. your eyes look pretty when they're only looking at him.

"no."

"you don't?"

"i don't."

there's a gust of wind that surrounds you, and he pulls you closer when he notices you shiver, mug forgotten on his little table. he's warm— unfairly so— when he brings his arms on either side your body, trapping you between the metal railing and his chest. when you risk a glance at him, red eyes are staring into yours, and your heart just about stops, all the air knocked from your lungs from the way he looks at you.

and then you compose yourself, lips curling into what you hoped was a teasing smile.

"liar."

"m'not lying,"

"you sure?"

"if you knew what i'd say then what was the point of asking?" he repeats his question from earlier. so you shrug, turning away from him and his intense gaze as you murmur, "wanted to hear it come from you."

there's a beat that passes, and katsuki's body is still behind you. you could almost hear the conflict in his head, his internal debate. one side wins over the other, you think, because your heart nearly jump out of your chest when the arms that were once beside your body suddenly find their way around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder with a sigh.

"maybe if you ask properly," he finally responds, his warm hands finding your cold ones. you hope he doesn't notice the way your pulse speeds up at his touch.

"okay," you murmur, suddenly aware of just how close katsuki really is. you'd been close to him before, underneath his sheets. but it was never... intimate, like this. his face was never pressed into your neck, like this. his hands were never holding yours, like this.

and there's— there's a warmth in your chest, one you tell yourself is there because of how close he is. katsuki feels so warm pressed up against you and you're dizzy from the way his smell fills your senses, could feel his heart beat from where it's pressed against your back. you wonder if katsuki could feel yours, too; your heart, the way it's beating so fast you're sure it's going to explode. briefly, you wonder if katsuki's using part of his quirk— if this is what his nitroglycerine feels when it activates: warm in his hands, before it explodes.

"bakugou katsuki," you announce teasingly, biting back a smile when you feel him scoff. "do you love me?"

it was meant to be a joke, at first. asking him. like asking him stupid stuff like would you love me if i was a worm? but now that it's out there— properly, like he'd said— it feels a little too real, a little too soon. cheeks feeling a little too warm for the cold air of the night, gaze a little too warm to be just a friend.

you aren't sure if you'd be heartbroken or relieved if katsuki said no— properly, like he'd said. you could laugh it off, write it off like the joke it was meant to be and you could go back to being... whatever the hell it is you two are. maybe this time you bit off more than you could chew, maybe you should've backed off when you still could and take back your question, crawl back into his bed before you actually do feel what his nitroglycerine does before it happens: warm in his hands, before it explodes in your face.

but you've never been good at knowing what's bad for you.

"well?" you murmur at his silence, "do you?"

"you want the good answer or the real answer?" his question makes your heart drop. it's a cold douse of water to your face, and suddenly you can feel the chilly air again, hands too cold for your own good. it's nitroglycerine, exploding in your face.

"well?" he murmurs when your reply takes too long for his liking. then he's leaning in, somehow making the already small space between you even smaller, and his eyes glance down to your lips. your heart begins to race again.

maybe it's the way he's looking at you that makes you feel brave, brave enough to glance at his lips, too, before you murmur, "the real answer."

your heart's in your throat and his heart's on his sleeve, but katsuki doesn't reply. instead, his hand's on your cheek and your eyes are fluttering shut, lips tingling at the sear of his kiss. only this time, it's katsuki who feels it— what nitroglycerine feels like: warm in your touch, explosions on his lips.

[love-belle]

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or

for when you're gonna spend your life laughing with them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

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[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ taking care of you when you're sick

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

warnings: none!

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The moment you fall sick, DAZAI gets all the more annoying, obnoxious to the core as he whines about how unfair it is that you're sick and he's not — translating to “that you don't have to go to work and he does”. He might just use your sickness as an excuse to stay at home himself; after all, when you're in this critical of a condition, he has to be by your side at all times, right? Just in case of an emergency. Surely Kunikida and the President agree.

Taking care of others or even of himself isn't what he's particularly good at, though he will pretend to be absolutely certain about cuddling being a certain cure for any illness. If you threaten to give him the cold shoulder otherwise, he'll also go to the pharmacy and buy you medication, though he will either complain about it, or he'll play it up to be his God-given mission to save his stunning girlfriend's life.

“Hm? What do you mean, bella? Of course I've got the President's 'okay' for staying at home. Taking care of you is most important, after all, don't you agree? .. Don't be mean, I am taking care of you. I made you tea just now, didn't I?"

CHŪYA really doesn't like it whenever you're sick. While he's faced a handful of way more threatening situations before, he can't help but worry when you whine about your head hurting and your throat aching, about your stomach acting up or your vision blurring. It's not his fault that you're on his mind all day — he just wants you to be well. Is that too much to ask for?

Naturally, that translates to him being awfully good when it comes to him nursing you back to health. He wouldn't describe himself as a natural caretaker, but he is, in a way; he's protective and caring by nature, and he makes sure you're relatively well before he leaves for work every day. You don't just get the best medication on the market, but also energising meals made by him with the help of authentic recipes from elderly women he found online. To not fully lose his image, he half-heartedly complains occasionally, though his words are immediately redeemed by his beaming smile when he notices you're faring better.

“Jeez, that's one annoying cold you've got. It's been, what, like two weeks now and it's still not gone. Whatever. I've found this new soup recipe, though. It looks promising enough, doesn't it? I'll try to make it for dinner.”

RANPO admittedly is rather bad at taking care of you. To be blunt, he much prefers it when you coddle and spoil him, not the other way around, though he tries in his own ways — which mostly include sharing his snacks with you and being near you despite the risk of getting infected himself.

Unfortunately, you're not spared from his usual honesty; when you look downright awful, dark circles underneath your eyes, he will tell you just that. If you flake out on any dates the two of you had planned previously, he will whine, but at least he won't hold a grudge. While he's not particularly committed to being a caretaker, he at least stays by your side and brings you medicine and painkillers.

“You should eat more, y'know. Yes, I know you're nauseous. You've said so about twenty times already. You won't feel any better until you eat and drink enough, though. That's common sense.”

Naturally, FYODOR is more than simply good at taking care of you whenever you fall ill. With his age, it's no wonder that he has quite some experience and knows of many ways to heal you, though some of them might include disgusting homebrewed potions. You're best of just not asking what they're made of if you want to have any chance in downing them.

Unfortunately, his approach to helping you regain your health is more clinical than loving. He takes wonderful care of you, but he's not the type to cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're sneezing and coughing. If you ask sweetly enough, however, he might just read you a bedtime story or two.

“What is it, dear? I was just going to get you a new glass of water. .. Ah, I see. Do you really want me to stay that badly? Alright, then. Though me remaining by your side won't give you an excuse to skip taking your medication.”

It's no surprise whatsoever that NIKOLAI is not the most caring guy, simply put, and he might just tease you about being sick throughout the whole ordeal. He can't help it; you glaring at him, exhausted and sneezing, makes him giggle. Still, he's not all bad — he revels all the more in your surprised expression when he presents you with homemade soup, a family recipe, or so he tells you, and he smiles, content, when you admit that it tastes rather lovely.

With his ability, it's easy for him to get whatever you might need, whether that's food or a cup of tea or a bucket to throw up in, from the kitchen without moving from your bedside, so be prepared to spend quite a lot of time with him in the next few days — or weeks. Though, luckily, he's there to entertain you, not the other way around; when you say you want to curl up and just sleep the sickness off, he'll just keep watch next to you, silent and calm. After all, he does want you to feel better.

“Hmm, what did you say? You like my cooking? I'm honoured, doll! You're too kind! How about a quiz about what I put in there — poison, carrots, red beet, or all three? Ah, not feeling up for it, are you? What a shame. It's all three, if you're curious. I'm just kidding, of course. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

SIGMA is the best choice for who to go to when ill. Not only is he kind and caring, he's also responsible and organised and, if you follow every step he tells you — eat his home-cooked soup, drink this medicine, sleep for as much as possible, take hot or cold compresses, inhale water with herbal essences —, you'll be at full health again in no time.

Even though he unfortunately can't stay at home all day to be by your side — duties at the casino call, even though he'd much rather not go —, he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, telling you about what has happened that day and how much he looked forward to being home with you again while your eyes flutter closed. When you've almost fallen asleep, his lips gently press against your forehead, even if that means he risks getting sick himself.

“Are you feeling better yet? No? Well, that's to be expected. It's only been a day, after all. I've brought you some more medicine, as well as some soup. Here, give it a taste, will you?”

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[moonlight-records]

Iconic Duo | LN4 (SM AU!)

pairing: lando norris x cosplayer!reader

summary: an f1 driver who does photography on the side and a cosplayer start dating

warning: the last "post" is suggestive sorry not sorry

fc: @/ani_makocosplay on insta & @/ani_mako on pintrest!

a/n: y'all seem to eat these fake smaus up and in honor of spooky season i present whatever this is!

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[prettyboykatsuki]

on deaths door | s. gojo

✮ tags ; dark content ahead, afab + gender neutral reader, dark comedy / black comedy, attempts of suicide, the use of the word rapist in text, mentions of self-harm scars, penetration, intense but not rough, gojo is doting, no curses au, ceo!gojo 18+

note: this fic is mostly intended to be a dark comedy and have an unserious nature. it is very absurdist and it makes light of both suicide and assault. please proceed carefully if you find this might be triggering to you.

PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU PROCEED.

✮ wc ; 2.6k

✮ a/n ; i actually really really enjoyed writing this and would love to expand on it potentially. KJSDFJSKD.

reader has been through a lot so they are super nonchalant about everything just as a precaution

"Uwah," A voice startles you from your place on the roof. You gasp, amidst tears and sobs from shock. "Are you about to kill yourself?"

You whip your head around to see who could be beside you at this hour. It's a deliberately obscure location, too so it's extra weird. You were hoping to die in peace in a place where it'd be hard to find you, after all.

But there's a strange man interrupting your plans. Very strange. He's speaking Japanese rather clearly but his hair is a shock of white and his eyes are blues as saphhires. Despite the situation, his voice is light and cheerful - almost amused.

You can't tell if he's just a figment of your imagination. He's so unusual it stuns you out of your tears. You can't find your voice to respond for a moment.

"Yes," You reply, unsure of what else to say. He smiles at you.

"Hm." He looks contemplative. "Well... if you don't want it, can I have it?"

You stare on, confused.

He grins. "Your life, I mean. Can I buy it off you?"

Starting to wonder if you've already died, you stretch your hands up to wipe the tears off of your face just to see if any of it is real. The touch makes it gasp. You're definitely still alive. So, that means this strange man is also real and asking to buy your life.

"What?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not a cheapskate or anything, the price will be fair." He walks closer to you from where you've been standing all this time. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, picking you up and setting you down further away from the ledge with a harsh yank.

Like a kitten whose mother is dragging it by the nape, you fumble onto the rooftop concrete. As soon as you're moved, you drop down to your knees - unable to find anymore strength.

"Are you... trying to traffick me?" Your voice is coarse in your reply as you stare up. It's a genuine question. You aren't sure what else to call this. The strange, unusual man just laughs in your face.

"Mm, well - not really. Though, if you say yes I'll make good use of you in all ways." The last part makes your skin crawl a little. "You were weeping so pitifully when I came up here... super pathetic. I just thought it'd be a waste if you died since I got to see something interesting."

There's something really wrong with this guy, you think. But this is such a common thing in your life, you aren't sure how shocked you should be.

There's also something equally wrong with you, because you're so fucked up - you're considering it. If he paid you enough to cover all of your debts, you could cut ties with all the bullshit your fathers debt has put you through. You could run away. Not there's anywhere for you, even after that. But at least you'd be unshackled from what makes you most miserable.

You don't want your life, but if this guy wants it so bad then...

"...How much will you pay me?"

His eyes light up when you ask this and it unsettles you further. "As much as you want. And you'd have to live with me at my beck and call."

"Like a pet." You reply easily.

Instead of denying it, he snaps his fingers and grins. "Exactly! Or maybe more like a plush toy that I take every where?"

Either way, you're not any kind of human. You're barely human now though with how much you work, so you aren't sure it makes a difference. You stare at him. And he looks back at you with a smile - all pearly white pristine teeth.

Who cares anymore, anyway? Even if he were to mistreat you, you're not sure you'd even feel it. It's all numb. He can have your life if it means you can escape what you're running from.

He looks rich, so maybe.

"Don't worry," He hums, and he reaches over to pat your head while your face is covered in tears. You don't flinch for some reason. "I don't like breaking things I've bought unnecessarily."

Something is wrong with you. Your self preservation is in total fucking tatters. But still, you want to say so you do. Maybe it's the absurdity, or the fact you truly don't have anything to lose. Nothing could make your misfortune any worse.

You sniffle and shake your head. He's dangerous and weird, but at least you could pay off your debts.

"Okay," You say weakly.

His smile gets impossibly wide.

You're wonder if you'll regret your decision.

__

He's filthy rich.

You should've expected that. You did, kinda. Because only rich people would think to do or ask something so absurd like ask to buy another persons life. Still, he had a driver waiting for him downstairs and his car is definitely a sports care. A McLaren, you think. One of the places you catered for ages ago was full of rich people with flashy cars and you remembered some of them.

He sits with you uncomfortably close in the back seat but doesn't speak to you at all during the ride. Not until you arrive at the destination, which is a giant building where the strange man certainly lives.

The driver (named Ichiji) calls the strange man Gojo-sama, which makes you feel extremely on edge. They whisper about something when you're out of ear shot, and Ichiji gives you a sorrowful look that you can't place.

The name Gojo is familiar to you, but you aren't sure where you've heard it.

After taking a long elevator ride to one of the upper floors, you end up in the strange mans condo. When you get there, he tells you take off your shoes and gives you nice slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says, still frivolous and speaking to you in what feels like a foreign tongue. "And also yours. I'll set you up in the guest room later, but you'll be keeping my bed warm mostly so keep that in mind."

The size of the place is absurd and so is the decor. What have you gotten yourself into? You must've gone insane. You're too afraid to touch anything.

"Am I like... a sex slave?" You ask curiously.

He frowns at you. "You make me sound like some kind of rapist. I guess now that I own you....it might make me one... but you agreed to come here so don't be like that!!" He huffs, childishly.

His response is somewhat incomprehensible to you. He's stranger by the minute and completely tactless - but for some reason, it's hard to distrust him. He doesn't raise any immediate red flags aside from being unusual.

You almost want to say it wouldn't matter if he was, as long as he pays you but decide not too.

"Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off?" You reply, nonchalant. He stares at you.

"...I know your heads pretty fucked up, but don't you think you're being too blase about all this?"

Your brow furrows. A weird response for a guy who willingly understands this is a less than ethical situation "Would... you prefer I struggle and refuse you? Is that your fetish?"

"No! Well..." You look at him flatly as he thinks on it, almost blushing at the thought. You make a face of disgust "Not in this case, alright! It's just too pitiful and I'm not that type really.... Be more cautious."

"But you were planning to fuck me from the start, right? Or something."

He nods. "Well, yes. As a way to earn your living and for me get my urges out whenever. Finding people to have sex with is a hassle."

You shrug.

"Right. I can cook and clean too. I've done pretty much every job you can think of it,"

He waves a hand at you. "We can discuss it later." He puts a hand in his necktie and pulls on with a small smile. "Right now, I want to test out my new toy so..."

You should feel more disgusted by how he refers to you, but you don't have it in yourself.

"Can I shower first?"

He looks surprised but nods. "Uh-huh. Just wear one of my shirts when you come out. Everything else is in the bathroom. It's upstairs, first door on your left."

You stand to your feet, nodding.

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It takes you ten minutes to figure out how the shower works.

His shower is nice. The whole place is nice. Nicer than any shithole you've ever lived in. He has a lot of nice bath products, though you aren't sure how you feel about smelling like him since you're borrowing his.

You examine your body a bit in the shower, looking at old scars as you wash and rub yourself clean. Thankfully, you gave yourself a trim downstairs not long ago.

It's embarrassing in retrospect but you've not had much of a choice in the first place. You're sensitive, unsure of the last time you've touched yourself given how much you work. You think of your job and feel guilty for how you're going to miss it. But you recall that you were preparing to die not even two hours ago and feel less bad.

You whimper a little as you finger yourself open under the water - getting wet easier than you thought. You have to lean against the wall, but with enough coaxing you get three fingers in. You're still horny when you shut the water off and step out.

You dry yourself and put on lotion - staring in the mirror. As told you borrow one of his shirts, but it's too big on you and you can see your nipples too clearly which makes you embarrassed.

You reason you're about to go fuck a stranger anyway, and decide to step out right after.

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You decide against wearing underwear since his shirt fits on you like a dress, but regret when you come back down stairs feeling aware of the breeze on your went cunt.

He's sitting on the couch with his legs spread, dress shirt unbuttoned but still in his clothes. He hears you before he sees you, eyes widening. You suddenly get self-conscious under the weight of his stare.

"Better than I thought," Is his only assessment. Your skin grows hot.

He beckons you over to him and you go, unsure of what to do until he pulls you into his lap. Forcing you to straddle him, he wastes no time in feeling you up. His hands at your waist and chest. His face lights up in pure amusement when he sees you bare underneath.

He stares at your pussy for a long time.

"It's good," He hums, his hands brushing against it. Your nipples pebble in response to the arousal, a pathetic moan leaving your lips that makes him laugh. "Pretty."

You don't have anything to say to that so you keep quiet. Gojo slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt to asses your wetness, surprised surely by how wet it is. Without warning, he plunges a finger in. He looks up at your face, your hand covering your mouth so you don't moan.

"So wet," His voice can't contain his amusement. "What's this?"

"I was," You shiver half-way through as he plunges in another finger and it goes in smoothly. "I p-prepared in the shower and masturbated. I thought you'd just want to stick it in and I didn't want it to hurt.

"Haah," His voice is sharp, suddenly breathy. Something hard and big presses up against your leg. "You're talented in seducing me. I'm not so ungentlemanly, but I'll let it go this time, alright?"

You nod. He uses a sticky hand to unbutton his slacks and push his boxers away. You gasp at the size of his cock. You're not a virgin exactly, but you haven't had sex with anyone this big ever. He chuckles a little, pressing the head of his cock against your stomach and cunt as if measuring it up to you.

More wetness pulses, shame filling you - because you're almost excited to be fucking this strange man you've only met today. Weirdly, you don't feel unsafe around him. Your eyes glass over from lust.

He sticks his fingers in your mouth and you suck automatically, instinctively. His smile is predatory all of a sudden, teeth glimmering.

"So obedient," He says, sharply. "Ah, I have a good eye. It really would've been such a waste."

You're content to throw yourself at him, chasing the pleasure. His fingers taste of salt and skin, making you want something else entirely. It's not long before he pulls away though, wrapping his hand around his shaft and making it shiny. You blink down at where he fists his cock - your spine tingling at the sight.

"Look at you," He mutters, amused. "Do you always get this excited? Is it normal for you to fuck strange men or am I special?"

You shake your head. "It's only been two people."

"Then I am special," He replies. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing against your hole - fluttering. "We have good compatibility."

Before you can say a word, you feel his length push inside of you in one swift motion and gasp. It's so big, so impossibly big - and even with how much you stretched, there's a touch of resistance that's making your entire lower half feel like it's jelly. Almost numb from the sensation. Buzzing from adrenaline and want.

You feel full. In your stomach, in your chest - your whole body feel complete. When you manage to open your eyes, you look at Gojo and find yourself taken aback. His hair is pushed back from his hand and he looks... different. He's handsome now that you realize. His face looks...pleased.

You talk before you can think about it.

"Do I feel good?"

He laughs sweetly, before pressing a kiss to your temple that feels to affectionate for people who barely know each other.

"Uh-huh," He says. His hands are strong, tight on your ass as he bucks up into you - causing you to collapse forward. The pleasure makes you shake, sensitivity through the roof. "Feel so good. Hahaha, how lucky."

You cling onto Gojo's shoulder and bury your face into his neck. He doesn't stop you. A large hand comes around the back of your head - the other one at your hips as he thrusts up into you with alarming force and precision. He feels so good it's a little scary, and you can't keep the noises from slipping out. You moan and whine each time the tip rubs against you inside, soft walls barely able to accommodate the size.

Your body feels hot everywhere he touches. It's been so long and Gojo is so careful but so intense. His expensive dress shirt rubs up against your nipples each time he moves. It's so good, so good - makes you want to cry.

"You're so sensitive." He laughs against your shoulder. "Gripping so tight every time I move. Do you want to cum so bad?"

"Yes," The words are a sob. Just a little more.

"Uh-huh. Tell me where to touch you. How should I make you cum."

You're too shamelessly pent up to feel shy anymore. "Touch my c-clit, please, please."

"Got it, got it - don't cry."

Gojo listens to you well. Thick fingers and an angled hand find your clit with ease as he bounces you on his cock with no regard. Your eyes roll back instantly, immediately - as an orgasm washes over your entire body. Back arching, you cum hard around the base of his cock - but Gojo just keeps fucking you through it. He doesn't stop even when you come down, only moves you both so you're laying on the couch on your back.

He kisses you then, and you meet his mouth with sloppy tears running down your face from the pleasure.

"Let's see what your stamina is like, yeah? See if you can keep up with me."

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He fucks you unconscious.

Essentially. Though you take with enthusiasm even during your exhaustion because the sex is phenomenal - you have no idea when you stop.

You wake up in a bed, and you wake up completely clean. You don't know whose bed, but there's a large figure besides you. Half-asleep and fully exhausted, you feel shy thinking about the fact he probably bathed and dressed you while you were out.

What a strange man, you think - to do that.

He's talking to someone on the phone. You don't really make out much of the words, though you do hear your name in bits and pieces.

"...A college student.......- young then -...... open a bank account for.... - debt...- pay it all off before it becomes annoying.... look into -."

You shift under your blankets half asleep. A hand comes up on top of your head on the pillow, pushing hair from your face.

"Did I wake you?" His expression is hard to read in the dark with your eyes barely open. "Sorry. Almost done. Go back to sleep."

So you do, because you can't find strength to do much else.

The bed is warm, but your sure the heat you feel is from the strong, gentle head petting your head as you rest.