hdavjje

[hdavjje]

"Your husband knows about me, intimately."

Yandere! Dilf x bttm male reader

You had always assumed your sugar mommy was either single or had a very free relationship with her husband. You learn this isn't the case after you meet a man at a bar, and find that he knows more about you than you'd like.

Anal sex, anal fingering, rough sex, you break the bed on this one, stalking, cum tribute, possessive behaviour, cheating, infedility, mentions of m/f sex but never fully described because I'm lazy!

“Your husband knows about us,” you say.

You're sitting across from her in her tea room, and she's just served you some rare yellow tea (‘you look so pale, darling’). Your relationship with Claudia was not vague, it was defined and signed. You'd be her companion in moments like these, as usual after you've fucked and reached mutal bliss for however long or little Claudia wants. In return you were allowed a fixed stipend that covered all your living costs and then some.

You had been a host before, that's how you met this elegant and beautiful woman, but Claudia always liked to possess things. So she approached you with this contract. The idea of being a thing was less threatening when you could also afford other nice things.

“Yes, I suppose he does,” Claudia says, lounging in her afterglow. She wore only a silken robe, and you your boxers

“He's not… upset?” You ask, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your spine.

Claudia rolls her eyes. “Just drink your tea, darling. Charles is only upset when business is bad.”

Ofcourse, before this, you had met Charles – not knowing he was the Charles. Now you found yourself metaphorically wedged between these two wealthy sycophants.

About a week ago…

Yandere! Dilf who… You meet at a bar one night with your friends. You peel off from the group to sit and talk with the handsome older man sat in a booth by himself. He's hard to talk to at first, withdrawn. Eventually, you coax him to open up, buying him a drink and leaning in closely – it reminds you of your days working as a host. The satisfaction of earning a regular customer.

Yandere! Dilf who… Tell you his wife is cheating on him, and you sympathise with him. Nevermind the fact your sugar mommy is a married woman, because that's different . You assume your sugar mommy (lady, as she prefers it) has some sort of agreement with her husband, and never questioned it further. You brought him another drink, nodded and put your hand on his as he vented about years of an unsatisfactory marriage.

Yandere! Dilf who… When you place your hand on his thigh, leaning in closely. You know he's hard, You ask if he wants revenge, your lips ghosting over his. He says he just wants you.

Yandere! Dilf who… Drives you to his penthouse with a hand on your thigh, you lean across the space, talking, slightly tipsy. When you get home you both fumble in the dark, you ask for light but he says no – not until you're in the bedroom. You pout and ask him why he doesn't want to see you, he silences you a kiss and half your clothes are off by the time the back of your knees hit the bed.

Yandere! Dilf who… guides to your knees with his big hands, calloused yet surprisingly soft. You undo his belt and zipper, and he makes a joke about how every silver fox has a silver tail when you oggle at the silver streaked in his pubic hair. You had to turn your head into his thigh as you stifled a slight laugh, not because it's funny but because it is so bad. He instructs you to stand, and puts down a pillow for you to kneel on. It was a mercy, because you were there a while.

Yandere! Dilf who… moans and groans, rocking his hips into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck, pulling yourself off his dick to run your tongue down his entire length and swipe across his balls. Before immediately putting it back in your mouth and taking it to the hilt, his pubic hairs were ticklish against your face as you deep throated him. He moaned, his hands tangling in your hair. You started to choke around him, the fluttering of your throat so euphoric he released down your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, spots danced across your vision - death by dick?

Yandere! Dilf who…pulls you off leisurely, admiring how the mix of semen and spit connect your lips to his departing tip. He holds you there, head tilted back as you gulp for air.

“I hope your appetite isn't ruined,” he says, and oh how he stares down at you. You feel dissected.

“I'm just getting started.”

Yandere!Dilf who… fingers you for a horrible amount of time. He works you open leisurely, cooing about how good you'll look on his cock whilst a finger curls against your prostrate. You whine, and by the end of it you're taking three fingers with ease.

“That was quicker than I thought,” his gravelly voice remarks, hitching one of your legs over his shoulder. He presses a kiss to the ankle, and you actually blush. “I suppose you have experience in this as well, I almost forgot.”

Before you can ask ‘hey what do you mean by that. Your dick was ticking my lungs areoli just a minute ago—’ followed quickly by ‘wait aren't areola my nipples?’ he buries himself in you in a brutal snap of his snap.

Your mouth is agape in a silent scream, drifting off into a whine as you bury your head into the pillows, your legs were kicking uselessly as your body was catching up the sensation of fullness.

Yandere! Dilf who… fucks you tenderly then brutally, holding you close then pinning you down, reducing you to a creature halfway to grief out of how much it was, and halfway to total bliss out of how good it was.

The lewd sounds of skin against skin overpowered your cries, your wanton moans.

Yandere! Dilf who… is an attentive lover, which makes him all the more crueler when he knows you're reaching out to hold him, to find some leverage as he plowed you into the mattress, and he denies you with a tsk. Your knees are by your shoulders and your feet somewhere higher as he finds leverage in this position where you can't cover yourself – can't flee.

You whimper and fist at the sheets, the pillows tossed to the ground after you tried to hide in them. You were drooling, weeping, flushed red and your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with a shout. He lifts your hips higher, thrusts deeper, and beneath you the creaking bed cracks once and for all. You yelp as a sudden dip forms…

You guys broke the bed.

When he finishes you feel his warmth pool in your gut like a match, you let out a whine when he pulls out – half hard.

“We're not done just yet.”

Yandere! Dilf who… is good at after care. He cleans you up, inspects the bites he left on you and confirms none of them broke skin (“A shame.”), carries you limp in his arms to the washroom. He lathers you, holds you. He doesn't demand more, and when you lay down on his bed you look at him, a little nervous, and ask.

“Do you want me to stay?”

He tilts his head to the side.

“What ever made you think I'd want you to leave?”

You let yourself be gathered into his arms, you breathe in his expensive body wash and fall asleep like that. Sandalwood and citrus notes on your mind.

Yandere! Dilf who… doesn't wake up first. You slip out of his arms and drape a robe around yourself, stumbling out of the room quietly whilst picking up your clothes. Your lower back is aching, but it's lost in all the hickeys that crown your collarbone. You'd almost think him a vampire for how much he'd latch onto you.

Yandere! Dilf who… left the room to his study unlocked, and you stumble in whilst getting dressed. His laptop is sat open and you tentatively press the space bar, only for it to light up and go immediately to his desktop (he didn't set a password?).

What catches your eye is an email notification with your name in the subject. Your full name.

‘On the matter regarding L/n, F/n.’

Your hands shake as you click on it, settling at the edge of the plush seat. What you find is a resignation from a private investigator, citing that the requests had gotten too unethical to continue.

You find an email thread 79 emails long. It starts with an image of you and Claudia after having sex, your hair wild from where he ran his hands through it. You're smiling at something she said - you remember this day.

Then it's your name, your social security number, your address, your parents address, the addresses of the schools you attended. Your stomach drops as you scroll and watch as Charles - now you know that he's that Charles - curated an intricate portrait of your life. Of the bars you frequented.

Then it's pictures, so many pictures. The final request was to put cameras in various rooms of your house, including your shower, before the PI resigned.

You scramble through his desks, trying to find something. A pen, a phone, something.

You find a photo of yourself, taken candidly whilst you were on the beach. Its sticky and the paper is crinkled - it's a cum tribute. You gag, rolling your chair away from the desk only to bump into…

Yandere! Dilf who… wraps his arms around you, locking you in that chair.

“I never quite figured out how to set a password,” he sighs, his breath is minty. Your mouth is dry. “Though, I suppose I didn't expect company so soon.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you felt his teeth.

“You're Claudia's husband,” you remark, dryly.

“And you're her boyfriend. Very liberal of her to allow you to see other partners, probably the only liberal thing about her.”

He shrugs, and pulls away.

“ I should go home,” You say around the lump in your throat.

“Of course,” he purrs, sauntering away. “I did hope you'd stay for brunch, but I suppose your appetite has been ruined.”

He smiles, studying you. Alight with horror and sat in his seat wearing basically nothing.

“I'll see you around.”

You stumble out of the apartment, your clothes the wrong way around.

[hdavjje]

SAY THAT AGAIN

pairing: mystery saja x male reader

synopsis: You happen to make mystery jealous over a fan, what happens next?

content warnings: 18+, smut, bottom male reader, jealousy kink, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies, rough sex, feral behavior, biting/marking, hair-pulling, manhandling, wall sex, degradation and praise mix, jealousy-fueled intensity, semi-public setting (backstage), light choking, mild coercion tones (consensual), emotionally charged smut, clothing damage, crying during sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, territorial behavior, creampie (implied), and post-jealousy aftercare.

word count: 1.3k

The show’s over. Your throat still aches from screaming, your shirt’s clinging to your skin, and there’s a thin film of sweat between your shoulder blades. It should feel good — the rush, the applause, the way the crowd had chanted the band’s name like it meant something — but you barely register it.

Because Mystery hasn’t spoken to you since the encore. Hasn’t looked at you once.

You’d brushed his shoulder backstage. Said something stupid, something easy. Something like, “You killed it out there.” He hadn’t responded. Just turned to one of the stagehands, said something you couldn’t hear, and walked off without another word.

Now you’re in the merch van, alone — or, you thought you were.

The door slams behind you hard enough to shake the frame.

You spin just in time to see him step inside, shoulders tense under his jacket, fingers twitching like he’s still gripping the mic stand. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to.

His eyes are locked on you. You take a step back, and he moves fast.

You’re against the van wall in seconds. Cold metal biting through your shirt. His hand hits the wall beside your head with a dull thud, just loud enough to make your breath catch. He’s close — too close. Close enough to smell the sharpness of his cologne, the sweat soaked into his collar, the stale tang of whatever he drank after the set.

“Mystery—” you start.

He cuts you off with a look. His voice, when it comes, is low. Hard-edged.

“You smiled at him.”

You blink. “What?”

He tilts his head, like he’s testing how far he can push you before you break. “That little fanboy. The one who touched your arm.”

You laugh, out of instinct, nerves flaring up in your chest. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m fucking joking?”

You falter. “It wasn’t anything. He just—he said something nice, and I laughed—”

“You laughed.” He repeats it like it’s a sin. “You never laugh like that for me.”

That makes you pause.

His hand moves, fingers curling under your chin. He tips your face toward him, his thumb brushing the edge of your mouth, just gentle enough to make your stomach twist.

“You laugh for strangers,” he says. “But you never laugh for me.”

His hair is still falling on his face — mostly. Pushed up halfway, sitting crooked above his nose. You can see his mouth. See the way his lips part when he speaks. His tongue darts out, wetting them like he’s tasting your answer before you can give it.

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already leaning in.

Not kissing. Not yet. Just close. The kind of close that makes your skin prickle, makes your thoughts short-circuit, makes it hard to remember what you were even trying to say.

You whisper, “I didn’t mean—” He kisses you before you can finish.

Not a kiss, really. It’s a warning. All teeth, no patience, his mouth hot and mean. He bites your lower lip hard enough to bruise it. You gasp—and that’s all he needs.

His tongue shoves in. His knee slides between your thighs. He’s hard already, grinding into you like he needs it, like you’ve done something unforgivable and this is the only way to punish you for it.

You whimper into his mouth. You shouldn't like this. You shouldn’t. But you’re hard, too.

He pulls back. His hair is shoved up just past his nose, crooked and damp from how rough he kissed you. He looks feral.

“This mouth,” he mutters, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Said thank you to a stranger today.”

“It was polite—”

“Polite?” His voice drops, dark with heat. “You wanna be polite for me?”

Before you can answer, he drops to his knees.

He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t tease. Doesn’t take his time either.

He yanks your pants down, shoves them off, and wraps a hand around your cock—gripping hard, dragging a filthy moan from your throat.

“Already hard,” he sneers. “Figures.”

Then he spits on it. Doesn’t even look up at you. Just leans in and takes your cock down in one go—hot and furious about it.

You choke on a gasp. Your knees buckle. He doesn't slow.

Sucks you like he’s trying to ruin you. Gags on it. Groans when you twitch in his throat. Keeps going until your hands are in his hair, trembling, trying not to fall.

You moan. “Fuck—Mystery—too fast—”

He pulls off with a pop.

“You don’t get slow. You don’t get sweet.” He fists your cock once, hard. You jerk forward. “You wanna flirt with some basic ass fanboy? You get used.”

Then he spits in your mouth.

You're not expecting it—but you don’t flinch. You moan. He smirks.

“Now you’re getting it.”

He doesn’t even get naked.

Just unzips, turns you around, and bends you over the equipment crates in the back. You’re leaking onto the plastic surface, trembling already.

His fingers shove in dry. Two at once.

You scream.

“Too much?” he whispers, right at your ear. “You’re gonna take it. Just like you took his attention.”

Then he’s inside you. Deep and rough.

Fucking you like he owns you—like he paid for the right to rearrange your guts and he's not letting anyone else forget it. The crate creaks with every thrust. Your thighs burn. Your voice breaks.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “You hear me?”

You moan. Nod. Shake.

He slaps your ass—hard. You yelp.

“Say it.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m yours,” you gasp. “Please—please don’t stop—”

He doesn't. He pounds harder.

He fucks you like he's trying to leave a mark. Like his cock is branding you from the inside out. The equipment crate creaks with every thrust, sharp plastic biting into your hips. Your moans don’t sound like you anymore—too high, too wrecked.

You’re drooling. Sweating. Your thighs are shaking.

And still, he doesn’t stop.

“You’ll remember this,” he snarls, pulling you back onto him, deeper than before. “Next time someone looks at you? You’ll feel me.”

You try to respond, but it’s all sobs and broken sound. Your cock leaks against the crate edge, untouched, twitching with every rough thrust. You’re gonna come again. You know it.

But you’re not allowed to—not yet.

Mystery leans over you, chest against your back, breath hot at your ear. “Don’t come.”

You whimper. “I—I can’t—”

“Don’t.”

He reaches around, wraps his hand tight around the base of your cock and squeezes. You see stars. Your whole body twitches.

“I said—don’t.”

You don’t.

He grinds in once, twice—and then groans, low and guttural. You feel it before you hear it: the heat of him spilling inside you, hips pressed so deep you can barely breathe.

And still, he stays there.

Breathing hard. Hand tight on your cock. Body trembling just slightly.

Then, slowly, slowly—he lets go.

“Now,” he murmurs.

You fall apart.

You come hard, untouched, moaning into your arm while your body jerks and twitches and burns. It hits you like a wave, like a punishment, like the only thing that could ever make you feel clean again.

And when you collapse forward, dazed and shaking, Mystery pulls out—and watches the mess drip from you with a dark smile.

He kneels behind you. Spreads you open with both hands.

Then drags his tongue through it—slow and deliberate, licking his cum from your hole like he’s starving for it. You sob. Twitch.

He hums like it’s dessert. “Mine.”

After, you’re limp in his lap, arms clinging to him on instinct. His voice is calmer now.

But his fingers still stroke your jaw.

“You flirt with anyone else again,” he says, soft but sharp, “and I’ll fuck you onstage.”

You nod. Shiver. Nuzzle into his chest.

“Good boy.”

He presses a kiss to your temple.

And holds you there ‘til the van starts moving.

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[hdavjje]

i want to talk about sex with a big man that takes a lot of time and preparation. it's not all "ahh i just immediately shoved my big cock in even though your pussy isn't letting me in." i want sex that you spent hours practicing how to ease up.

he gets you all wet and soaked. his finger fucks your hole, increasing a finger after a few minutes till you're stretched enough to at least fit his tip. he nudges his cockhead towards your sloppy cunt and easing it in. he praises you, honey laced words encouraging you to take more. tears well up in the corner of your eyes because the stretch stings as he pushes it further. his cock is rubbing against parts that haven't ever been touched or even discovered by any man, inside you. he finally managed to bottom out and your lips leave a cry. not a cry for help, but one for pleasure.

he stays in, stretching your tight little pussy so perfectly. he is trying to get her used to it. you know. but god, it feels like if he doesn't move, you will. yet he refuses to. this goes on for a while, till your pussy is now molded to the shape of his cock. till he finally finds that you can take it without being hurt.

and that's when he starts fucking you like he hates you. deep. and hard. and he is not going to stop. not when he finally got a taste of you.

[hdavjje]

Remember when I made these for some characters..yeah i made some more 😭 these are just silly observations NO ONE TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY OK

[hdavjje]

YANDERE COSPLAYER WHO DRESSES UP AS UR FAVOURITE CHARACTERS SO YOU GOON TO HIM INSTEAD OF 2D PORN OF THEM!!!!

Ur a GOONER LOSER and jerk off to your favourite fictional characters every single day. Meanwhile there's, uh, your... Classmate? You think? Someone asked you out on a date but you were too busy thinking about your fictional boyfriend to care about his words that you ended up blurting out this:

"I only date guys like my fictional boyfriend. Goodbye 🙂"

"Wait-!"

"Goodbye 🙂"

You don't know and don't really care. Don't even bat an eyelash when he tries to latch onto your arm and beg you to listen to reason. Something about how he's real and your fictional boyfriend isn't. Whatever, he wouldn't understand the bond you and your hubby shares!

All you want is to get out of this blasted school as soon as possible and get straight home to that sweet SWEET gooncave of yours.

Unfortunately the second you lay down, all cozy and ready to open r34 or something... Your online friend (also a gooner btw) sends you a link to some random adult creator? What the hell! She knows you don't touch your thing to real people! That's so weird!

But instead, she only says that 'you'll like it' and that 'he's ur type'. Whatever, you're sure you won't spend more than 1 minutes scrolling his account-

"Holy shit, is that my favourite character?"

Oh yes it is.

You end up spending way longer than just 1 minutes on his account. What? He just so happened to be cosplaying ALL of your favourite characters! And they all happened to be filmed in such a way that you like! With all your favourite kinks... And scenarios...

You can't even chalk it up to coincidence because like, you didn't realize it.

You're thinking with your ass not your head, stupid.

Anyway! What happens is he ends up becoming your go-to porn from now on. Fuck anything else, he's... He's perfect! Weeks pass by of you jerking off in sync with his homemade porn and fuck, maybe real guys are good..? Also forgot to mention how that annoying classmate keeps trying to confess. You ignore him if course, he could never be like your wonderful porn creator who cosplays as your husband!

Your wonderful husband who could do no wrong... With that beautiful mole of his and sweet moans. You could recognize his vein pattern anywhere!

Save for the fact that you started realizing his posts are getting too specific.

Like, you get trying to dirty talk your followers and shit but this? Why is he acting like he's talking to you specifically?

"I'll wear his skin so you can love me too."

That's the caption of his latest video. For once in your godforsaken life you actually snap out of it and pause. Isn't it weird how this guy looks a lot like the guy who tried confessing to you? Forget the makeup and the cosplay, doesn't that mole on his face look familiar?

You sure as hell weren't paying attention to the guy but you know how to spot a distinctive feature or two.

Also why did you friend send you his account in the first place? Probably to goon tbh and maybe she just wanted to be nice but like-

Wait, she?

Did your online friend ever tell you that she was a girl? Or did you just assume it?

You quickly run to your social media, tapping at your screen with shaky hands. No way, how could you overlook such a small detail? And there it is, the account did in fact not say she/her but he/him pronouns.

Your online friend was a gooner, not a goonette.

And worse of it all, was the tiny link under his bio. You didn't want to believe it, how could such a plot twist happen? All this time, the bonding over goon sessions, kink, favourite fictional guys, and sharing of porn wasn't a #girlhood moment but an attempt to... To get you?

The twitter link stares at you, daring you to open Pandora's box secrets. Shit shit shit, you really don't want to believe it. So you've actually been jerking off to your online friend who happens to be your favourite porn character? A notification suddenly pops up and you swear you feel your heart drop.

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[hdavjje]

More triplets au! Please.... we need more food!!!

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yipeee more triplets au what do u think their roles would be in this au??

[hdavjje]

Aizen and kenpachi are girl dads

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Kenpachi is obvious cause the little girl he always has with him. That’s gonna be his daughter’s older sister basically. He’s more of the type to have three or four kids that all happen to be girls. It was never planned but damn was he happy because he loves doting on his girls. They are much like him personality wise. Every single one his energy. The baby girl however was your twin, she copied every single thing you did. All his girls does activities, oldest does ballet and the youngest three does sports. Kenpachi spends heard learning to do all of their hair because each one has different hair texture.

Aizen on the other hand would have twin girls and that’s all. One and done. He’s absolutely obsessed with his little girls. I could see him being something high power like a Really big lawyer. His girls have everything high brand. Both are totally spoiled. Oldest twin is pure you and younger one is just all aizen. They represent you both so well. He would have pageant girls. He blows bank on the girls for their pageants. Only gets his girls the best the money can buy. Even if it means he has to be corrupt.

[hdavjje]

A beast to toy with

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Yandere!Kenpachi, Size Difference WORDCOUNT: 1240

Summary:

Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 16: Size Difference

I think I'm not that good at writing yandere stuff, so this is more lighthearted than it should be, i suppose. I still tried lmao, either way, I enjoyed writing the smut part of this 🥴

@actuallysaiyan

divider by @/cafekitsune

You regretted sleeping with Kenpachi the minute you started feeling his spirit pressure around at practically all times, the day after the deed. 

Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

Kenpachi was known for being insane in a different way than this, so you couldn't lie to yourself and say it didn’t turn you on to see him being so obsessed with you. As creepy and insane as it was, you still found it somehow flattering. 

But it was getting ridiculous. 

You had just ordered a drink at a bar, and the guy handing you the glass had talked to you for not even a minute before you felt Kenpachi’s looming presence behind you. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” You growled, turning to see him behind you as the man scurried out. As did most of the people in your surrounding. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Who was that?” Kenpachi asked in an intimidating tone, but you paid it no mind.

“Just some guy, serving me a drink! And what is it to you?”

“What is it to me?” He growled.

You ignored him, downing your sake in one gulp before walking past Kenpachi and out the bar. Your short legs weren’t a match to his long ones, and he had grabbed your arm as soon as the cool air hit your face. 

“Let go!” You tried to yank your arm free, but he remained unfazed. 

“No.”

“What do you even want?”

Kenpachi looked at you with the deepest frown. Like he couldn’t believe you were even asking him that. 

“Why did you disappear the next morning?”

“What?”

“Why did you disappear the next morning?” He repeated with a louder voice. His stare was threatening, but you knew better than being scared of it. 

“Because I had to go.” You replied flatly. “It was just a one night thing.”

You were fully aware of what kind of beast you were toying with, even more so when you noticed the muscles in Kenpachi’s jaw tense. 

It amused you to no end that he actually wanted something more than a casual affair. You hadn’t pegged him as that kind of man, quite the contrary. He gave the impression of being completely aloof and carefree, not looking for any deep connection, let alone being obsessed enough with one person to keep them by his side.

You were obviously wrong. 

With a smirk on his lips and an alluring gleam in his eyes, he replied:

“You are mine every night from now on.”

You could only keep up the banter for a while, huffing and complaining about how he didn’t own you, and that you were your own person. You were, but you submitted yourself willingly to him when he tugged at your arm to drag you to a dark alley. And you didn’t put up a fight. 

Your body shivered uncontrollably, hips jerking forward on their own accord. It was difficult to stand up and not succumb to the immense pleasure you were experiencing; if it wasn’t for Kenpachi’s hands on your thighs, you would have fallen down already. 

You moaned loudly, supporting yourself with hands against the wall, as Kenpachi devoured you from behind, your pants and panties discarded at your feet. His face, buried in the curve of your ass and between your legs, never left you, delving in your entrance, as if he had been craving your taste for years. As if he hadn’t just tasted you a few nights ago. His hands were burning your skin, digging his fingers where your ass and thigh met to keep you as still and open for him as he could. 

You had objected to this affair for a number of reasons, but you had forgotten what they were then. He was just too good. That a man as big and proud as Kenpachi was kneeling behind you, eating you out from behind, was a thrill on its own; but his tongue and mouth were marvelous, exploring every inch of you, making your veins pulse with pleasure. 

He slurped and hummed, kneading your flesh every time his tongue pressed inside you just right, making you press back against his mouth. You panted heavily as he lapped at your clit next, coaxing you closer to the edge of an amazing orgasm. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come…” You warned him, reaching behind to thread your fingers in his hair. 

Kenpachi growled, animalistic and raw, as he kept swirling his tongue against your pussy, not leaving any bit of skin untouched. 

Your legs shivered when you came a few moments later, seeing white behind your lids as a long, dragged out moan left your lips. His firm grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you in place as he coaxed out more and more of your release. 

When you yanked at his hair, wordlessly commanding him to stop, Kenpachi pulled back. He only gave you a second to respire, standing up and positioning himself behind you. You didn’t even register what he was doing until he pulled down his hakama enough to free his cock, and his big hands on your hips made you gasp when he brought you closer, making you stand on your tiptoes to align your pussy with his dick. 

Kenpachi didn’t waste any second in sliding his erection inside you. You let out a choked out moan, thigh shuddering as you struggled to accommodate his size, but you could barely do anything, your toes hardly reached the floor. 

You were small, vulnerable, when he started to thrust against your pussy. You tried to keep your balance with your hands against the wall, but every jerk of his hips made you totter, and his cock grazing the deepest part inside you left you speechless. You were going to be sore the next day; just like you had been after the first time you laid with him. He was simply too big, thick, making it a tight fit for him each time he glided inside you.

Grunting and groaning against your neck, Kenpachi hovered over your body, covering you completely with it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body, his other hand sneaking under your clothes to grope your breast. You whimper in overwhelming delight when he pinched your nipple just as the tip of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside you. 

“Look at you, you can’t even talk.” He mocked you, roughly squeezing your tit. “No one else would make you feel this way.”

You wished you had it in you to contradict him, but it would have been in vain. You were moaning, mewling and whining as if you were being tortured, but it was all due to his touch, his hands on your body, his lips against your neck, and his cock relentlessly sliding in and out of your pussy.

“You’re mine.” Kenpachi said against your ear, voice spilling lust, giving you goosebumps. “ You belong to me, don’t forget it.”

Your eyes rolled back when the heat inside your abdomen built up, closer and closer to the edge of an impending orgasm.

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Paring: Kenpachi Zaraki x reader

Scene—18+ Possessive! Kenpachi after battling you, and fucking you—he takes you back to Soul Society ~.~

“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot and brutal. “Say who made you his.”

Her voice was a growl between grit and broken pleasure “You. Fuck—you did.”

Only then did he lift her again, still impaled on his cock, holding her there as her cum-slick body clung to him.

He wrapped his haori tighter around her bare skin and muttered, “No one sees you like this but me.”

And with his thick cock still buried inside her, her bite on his shoulder, and Kenpachi Zaraki’s pride burning bright as ever, he walked them back to Soul Society—his most brutal battle, and the only one he refused to let go of.

~.~

Plagiarism not authorized

[hdavjje]

𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚...

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Umm, idk if this is in your wheel house, but may i request for omega grimmjow with a submissive, alpha reader?

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Not gonna lie…I wasn’t expecting to struggle with this reverse dynamic. I hope I wrote it well for an first attempt and you all enjoyed it 🫣

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+content, gn!reader, omegaverse, abo dynamics, mentions of heat and rut, marking, possessiveness, aggressive behaviour, fluff content as well

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...wanted to explode and tear everything to pieces the day he discovered he was your Omega, but then calmed down after realising that you weren’t controlling or dominant. It made he relax and shift into protective mode.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...loved to tease how soft and submissive you were for an alpha. In the beginning, he was such an ass and did hurt your feelings because it was a concern for you given the rank you held. But now, if anyone so much as comment of your docile ways, he doesn’t care. He’s ready to fight. “Wanna say that again asshole, but with my claws down your throat?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...is ready to fight anyone and everyone, tooth, claw and nail for you. It took him such a long while to warm up to the idea of being an omega. But due to you being softer and more gentler than what he expected, the natural instincts to be nurtured won, and led him to submitting. “You’re lucky it’s you. Anyone else and I’d tear them to pieces. Now rub my head…please.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lives for how easy it is to fluster you. It’s as simple as brushing his hand over your stomach while you’re cuddling and he’s grinning as you stammer out his name, wide eyes, and flushed cheeks. “Heh…that easy to wind up, huh?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...doesn’t let you make decisions when it comes to him. “Tch. You don’t pick where we eat, what we do, or how I’m spendin’ the day with you. You just sit there lookin’ pretty and let me take care of you, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...tugs you down into his lap after missions, big clawed hand petting your head while you lie against his chest like a worn-out pup.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...steals your hoodies and wears them around your shared space with zero shame, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, tail flicking lazily, his scent layered thick over yours until you smell like him entirely.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...keeps a nest that you’re not allowed to touch unless invited. It’s full of clothes that smell like you, pillows you’ve used, and sometimes even a shirt you didn’t know was missing. You only realise it’s there when you find him curled around it, purring.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always makes you sit between his thighs, back to his chest, so he can wrap his arms around your middle and nuzzle into your neck like he’s the alpha, not you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...growls low when anyone talks to you for too long, especially other alphas. He has no fear, nor does he let them finish their sentence before dragging you by the wrist and muttering,

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...calls you “his good alpha” only when you’ve been especially obedient—like keeping quiet while you straddle his lap and letting him thrust upwards slowly, cooing against your lips, “That’s it…stay still, lemme use you proper.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets into these moods where he just wants to hold you and not let go. He’ll sit in bed with you in his lap, hand under your shirt. “You’re mine. Every inch of you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...absolutely spoils you without letting you know. Leaves little things in your space—your favourite snack, favourite scent in his nest, a new blanket. If you ask, he huffs and says “Wasn't for you. I just had extra.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets annoyed when you apologise too much. He’ll grip your face, force you to stare at him. “You don’t need to say sorry every five seconds. You’re my alpha. Act like it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always smells like home. That soft, musky comfort that makes you dizzy and safe, like he’s your whole world—and he knows it. “You get needy off my scent, don’t you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...pretends to hate cuddles but wraps his arms and legs around you like a damn octopus in bed. If you even try to get up, he growls against your shoulder. “I didn’t say you could move yet.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets genuinely offended when you don’t ask him to help with something. You’re struggling with a box? Picking up clothes? Looking for something? “Why the hell didn’t you call me? You think I don’t take care of my alpha?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...laughs low and dirty when he’s got you blushing, thighs rubbing together and breath shaky. “You gonna beg yet, or you just gonna sit there lookin’ cute and squirmy?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gives the softest kisses when you’re crying. He’ll pull your face into his hands, press slow kisses to your brow, cheek, lips, and murmurs, “You’re okay, sweetheart. You’ve got me. You’ve always got me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...won’t let you walk properly after a bad rut. Not because he’s mean—but because he insists on carrying you bridal style with a smug grin all the way to the bath.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...nuzzles you awake every morning with a sleepy voice and heavy limbs wrapped around you. “Mornin’. You’re warm. Stay here a bit longer. Just five more minutes, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...eats off your plate. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t care. Just takes your food and growls if you try to stop him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you bite his mating gland only once, and then gets so overwhelmed by how deep it made him feel bonded to you that he hides his face in your chest for the next hour, shaking and clingy.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always calls you “his alpha” with a smirk, like he owns you even though you’re the one technically higher rank. “C’mere, my alpha. You’re too far away.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...strokes your hair while you suck on his fingers during heat, and murmurs with a soft chuckle, “Look at you. Just for me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...lets you lie in his lap, head on his thigh, while he reads or watches something. Every few minutes, his hand just cards through your hair or scratches your scalp while you hum contentedly.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...gets extremely protective when you’re sick. You can barely sneeze before he’s dragging you back to bed, pressing his forehead to yours, and growling at the thermometer like it insulted him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...whispers filthy things with the softest voice imaginable while spooning you during rut. “Gonna keep you full all week. Not gonna let a drop out. All mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...kisses your knuckles every time you start doubting yourself. Holds your hand and presses warm kisses to your fingers with quiet devotion. “You’re not weak. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...never says ‘I love you’ in words, but shows it in every rough cuddle, every plate of food shoved at you, every blanket dragged over your shoulders when you're tired.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...teases you for crying during sex, but softens the second you hide your face. Kisses your cheek and whispers, “Don’t hide that. I like how much you feel. Makes me wanna keep you forever.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...is lowkey obsessed with your scent and makes you sit in his lap while he just breathes you in. Doesn’t talk. Just holds you. Nose buried against your neck, lips brushing your scent gland.

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...hums lullabies under his breath to help you sleep—not that he’d ever admit it. If you ask, he just says, “You were twitchin’. Shut up and go to sleep.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...pushes you down gently and tells you, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. You just lie back and feel me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...makes you wear his bite mark visible. If you try to cover it, he physically removes your collar, smirks, and says, “Try again. That’s my fuckin’ claim.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Omega!Grimmjow who...always comes back to you no matter what. Bloody, tired, angry—he still crawls into your space, buries himself in your arms, and mutters, “You’re the only thing that calms me down, y’know that?”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[hdavjje]

BOOMSHAKALAHHHHHH YESSSS GAWD! YESS GAWDD! YES GAWDDD 🙌❤️😫

[hdavjje]

[hdavjje]

just tried to show my older brother something while my little brother tried to show me something. poetic cinema in motion

[hdavjje]

now some oc writers are using the “x reader” tag and giving the excuse that “it’s just a different perspective.” it doesn’t matter if you use that tag IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDING THE READER! YOU have your own tag, leave us alone.

the “x reader” tag exists so that readers of any background, appearance, or identity can immerse themselves in a story and feel included as the main character.

when you write a story centered around your own original character, with a defined name, personality, and often a specific appearance, you’re no longer inviting the reader to step into that role, you’re writing about your character, not the reader. that’s completely fine! writing oc content is valid and has its own space.

but misusing the “x reader” tag to gain visibility or clicks is misleading. it sets the wrong expectations and excludes readers who were looking for stories where they could truly see themselves in the narrative. if your story focuses on your oc, label it honestly.

use the “oc x canon” tag or “original character” there’s no shame in that. but please stop co-opting a space that’s meant to be inclusive and flexible for all readers, especially those who are often underrepresented in fiction. the “x reader” tag is not a blank slate for oc projection.

it’s meant to include everyone, not just your creative vision.

respect your audience. tag responsibly.

NOTE: writing in another point of view like “SHE/HE went to the market” instead of “YOU went to the market” does not count as “x reader.”

(not 100% but most of the time) don’t try to be clever or sneaky about it.

NOTE 2: by the way, regarding the second image, it’s great to see more asian, black, and mixed oc’s! but even so, that still doesn’t make it a reader insert, let alone fit the tag. the reader needs to be the main character.

[hdavjje]

K-pop Demon Hunters | Fanfic ⋆☕︎ ˖

🖤 SAJA BOYS °˖➴ Ours 1/?

Saja Boys x reader

» soul bond, fated mates, slight angst, smut (eventual), suggestive language, possessive relationship, obsessive behavior, steamy scenes, slight violence, dark themes. - the Saja Boys fight each other for a bit -

Warning: MDNI! 18+ Intended for mature audiences!

You caught their eye at a fan sign, and from that moment, the Saja boys were irrevocably bound to you. Soon, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of their escalating possessiveness, fierce rivalry, and undeniable allure. But this connection is no mere attraction—it's a bond born of a dark, ancient pact and a fate you never knew existed, your soul tied to theirs by a demon's curse. Will the consuming desire of the Saja boys be your only salvation... or your ultimate doom?

16k | this is a lengthy one, sorry in advance, got a bit carried away - do you prefer longer chapters 10k - 12k or more or shorter ones around 5k - 7k?

M.list

Chapter 1: The initial spark

The air in the fan sign hall hummed with a thousand excited whispers, a symphony of anticipation.

(Y/N) moved through it, a lone island of calm amidst the storm. Her steps were steady, her gaze fixed on the brightly lit stage where the Saja boys sat, a dazzling constellation of talent and charisma. In her hand, an album — a birthday gift for her coworker.

She wasn't a fangirl, not really.

She just appreciated good music.

She was next in line, the girl in front of her moving nervously from one boy to the other, she gave two steps forward, and then, she looked up.

Her eyes met Abby’s, and the world—the whole buzzing, whispering, vibrant world—screeched to a halt. It wasn’t just a glance; it was a jolt, an electric current that surged through her, stopping her breath in her throat. Abby, perched on his stool with an easy, confident smile, went utterly still. The smile faded, replaced by something primal, intense.

Around him, the other four members of Saja froze too. Jinu, who had been laughing, stopped mid-chuckle. Mystery's cool, observant gaze sharpened, locking onto her. Romance, mid-autograph, paused, pen hovering over an album. Baby, always brimming with playful energy for the fans, became a statue.

Five sets of eyes, suddenly unblinking, unyielding, impaled her.

A strange, unfamiliar thrumming started deep in (Y/N)’s chest, echoing the sudden tension that gripped the stage. Confusion flickered in their eyes, mirroring her own.

This wasn't normal.

This wasn’t how fan signs worked, all their eyes fixed on her, five boys unmoving.

Yet, she kept walking, an invisible string pulling her forward, drawing her to each of them in turn.

First, Jinu. His hand trembled ever so slightly as he took the album, his fingers brushing hers. The touch sent a surprising warmth through her arm. He signed slowly, painfully slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, searching, probing, as if trying to decipher a secret language in their depths. His gaze was heavy, possessive, making her skin prickle.

Her heartbeat increased as she moved to the other boy, Jinu's eyes never leaving her figure.

Romance.

He lifted her hand, not to sign, but to trace a phantom line on her palm before reluctantly taking the album. His smile, usually so carefree, was now laced with something darker, more predatory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, not looking at the album, but at her. (Y/N)'s breath hitched at his touch, her heart was going so fast she was certain they could hear it.

Next, Abby.

He didn't speak, just leaned forward, his eyes burning into hers. He signed with deliberate, almost painful slowness, his movements fluid, sensual. Every brush of his hand against hers, every shift in his posture, was a silent claim. Her legs trembling, her heart racing, her breath caught, all she could do was stare at these gorgeous men that were fixated on her.

The long line of fans forgotten as all they did was stare, eyes half lidded, predatory and lingering in her figure.

Baby was next.

He was unmoving the second she stepped in front of them. He gripped the album tightly, his knuckles white, before scrawling his name with an intensity that surprised her. His eyes were wide, fixed on her, a raw hunger shimmering within them. She could swear he growled as their fingers brushed, a primal need settling deep in her core at the faint sound.

And finally, Mystery.

He was the quietest, but his gaze was the most unsettling. It felt like he was dissecting her, seeing past her polite smile, past her carefully constructed composure, right into her very soul. He took the album with a steady hand, but his dark eyes never wavered, a silent promise lurking within their depths. (Y/N) let out a small "thank you" eyes briefly gazing towards the other boys, before going back to Mystery and giving a small smile.

The brief ritual felt like an eternity.

With each signature, the invisible string connecting them tightened, making her pulse race. When it was over, she nodded, a shy smile on her lips, and reluctantly turned to walk off the stage. She felt their gazes like physical touches on her back, burning hot, demanding her return. She didn't look back, but the sensation of being watched, desired, claimed, lingered long after she had disappeared into the crowd.

Backstage, as the vibrant energy of the fan sign dissipated it was replaced by a tense silence. The Saja Boys were no longer the carefree idols the fans knew but primal, restless, like caged animals in need of release.

"What in the hell was that?" Baby was the first to break the silence, his voice rough. He ran a hand through his hair, agitated.

"Her scent," Abby murmured, eyes closed, inhaling deeply as if trying to recapture it. "Gods, it was like… everything I ever wanted. Sweet. Alluring. Begging for me."

Romance, usually so composed, was pacing. "The pull. Did you all feel it? Like a string, snapping tight. Right to her."

"A soul calling out," Mystery said, his voice low, his expression unreadable. "I felt her. Her soul, raw and beautiful. So close, begging for ours."

Jinu, quiet ever since she walked away, finally spoke, his eyes hard. "She was ours the moment she stepped onto that stage. The second our eyes met. Don't deny it." He looked at each of them, daring them to argue. "We need her back."

Days blurred into a monotonous cycle for (Y/N).

Her office, usually a bustling hub, felt like a pressure cooker. Her boss, Mr. Byun, was constantly on her case about overdue files, even though half of them were still waiting on his approval. Her coworker, Hani, seemed to take perverse joy in piling her own tasks onto (Y/N)'s desk, feigning helplessness with a saccharine smile.

"Could you just quickly proofread this for me, (Y/N)?" Hani would say, dumping a thick stack of papers. "My eyes are just so tired from all the filings today!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Byun would bark, "Where's the Jung-Kang brief, (Y/N)? We needed that yesterday!"

(Y/N) would sigh, knowing full well she'd sent it to him last week. The fluorescent lights hummed a dreary tune, and the office felt heavier than usual.

She’d been feeling miserable there for months, a growing dread that clung to her every morning. Her enthusiasm for her job as a lawyer’s assistant had long since withered.

Meanwhile, the boys couldn't get (Y/N) out of their minds. Her face, her scent, the raw pull they felt—it consumed their thoughts.

"We need to find her," Abby stated during a late-night strategy session in their penthouse.

"Our staff demons are already on it," Jinu replied, swirling a drink in his hands. "It wasn't hard. Her name, (Y/N) (L/N). Works as a lawyer's assistant. Lives in a two-bedroom apartment, good neighborhood. Has a dog. A Yorkshire, named Kai"

Romance smirked. "A dog, huh? Domestic. I like it."

"She’s exactly what I felt," Mystery added, his gaze distant, as if still sensing her. "That longing, that quiet frustration. She needs us."

Baby grinned darkly. "So, the 'exclusive fan meet' then? That's our play?"

Jinu nodded. "Yes. We'll send an email. Make it sound... exclusive. Personal." He looked at them, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"What if she doesn't attend?" Romance asked, eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor.

Abby scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Then we go after her. There’s no 'if' in this... She will come."

"No," Mystery corrected, his voice low. "She has to. The bond demands it."

As (Y/N) was reviewing an absurd email sje received from her boss, her phone vibrated. An email popped up in (Y/N)'s personal email inbox. The subject line read:

"Exclusive Saja Boys Fan Meet Invitation."

(Y/N) frowned.

An exclusive fan meet?

She wasn't even a true fan, didn't sign up for any event or enter any raffle.

She almost deleted it, thinking it was a mistake or some kind of mass spam. But then, a thought sparked.

Her friend. The album.

Taking a few good pictures, getting some more signatures, maybe even a quick selfie—that would make up for the lukewarm birthday gift she'd already given.

Besides, she really needed a distraction from the shittiness of her recent weeks. And honestly, who would pass up an opportunity to be around five very attractive men, even if she wasn't fangirling?

She clicked "Accept."

The day of the small fan meet arrived, cloaked in an air of mystery for (Y/N).

She arrived early, unsure of what to expect. A polite staff member ushered her into a large, dimly lit arena. The stage was set for a performance, but it was empty.

"The boys are just finishing up practice," the staff member explained with a smile. "Please, make yourself comfortable. You can watch from here."

(Y/N) nodded, taking a seat in the third row from the front, the only person in the vast, empty space. She watched, a curious observer, as the stage lights flickered on, illuminating the Saja Boys as they walked out, stretching, chatting, getting ready for what she assumed was a routine rehearsal.

"She's here," Mystery murmured, his voice barely audible, as they stepped onto the stage.

"I feel it," Baby breathed, a predatory grin touching his lips. "Stronger than before."

Romance chuckled, stretching his arms above his head, his eyes already scanning the empty seats. "Good. Let the show begin."

Jinu's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto her. "Ours."

Abby just smirked, a dangerous heat already building within him.

Their eyes locked onto her, and the practice transformed into a private performance, just for her. They sang, not to the empty seats, but directly to her, their voices rich and resonant, filling the space with a potent intimacy, their song "Soda Pop" resonating in the arena.

Their movements, usually sharp and precise, became fluid, sensual, designed to mesmerize, to draw her in. They moved for her, their hips swaying, their gazes never leaving hers.

She felt the pull again, stronger this time.

It wasn't just in her chest; it was a deep, insistent ache between her legs, a warmth spreading through her veins. They moved closer to the edge of the stage, their faces etched with a dangerous allure, their eyes burning into hers, overtly seducing her with every note, every gesture.

She was breathless, eyes fixed, utterly captivated. Thighs rubbing against each other, trying to keep the need that had pooled between her legs at bay, as she watched the five men own the stage, singing and dancing — just for her.

As the ache in her core reached her limit, the final note hung in the air, vibrating with unspoken promises. When the song ended, they didn't break character. They held her gaze, their chests heaving, sweat gleaming on their skin, before slowly, reluctantly, walking backstage, giving her long, flirty glances and knowing winks.

A moment later, the staff member returned, a bright smile on their face. "Ms. (Y/N), the boys are ready for you. Please, follow me."

(Y/N) stood, still a little shaky, the echo of their gazes imprinted on her mind. She followed, her heart pounding in her ears, her cheeks flushed. The staff member led her down a short corridor and pushed open a door.

It was the guys' changing room.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and raw masculinity. The boys were lounging, shirts off, bodies glistening from their performance.

"She smells divine" Abby said, shirt already off his body. "The pull is still there, stronger now"

"I want to make her mine" Mystery growled, his sweaty shirt coming off, yet his eyes never leaving the door. "She is begging to be taken"

Baby growled at the silver hair man's comment. "She'll be mine, she wanted me. I could smell her arousal"

"We could all feel her arousal radiating from her during the performance" Romance smirked, leaning back on the chair he was sitting on, shirt forgotten beside him, "I felt her the second she walked in"

And just as Jinu was about to say someone, the door opened, and she walked in.

They all froze.

Abby and Jinu sat like kings on plush sofas, legs spread wide, radiating an almost aggressive confidence. Mystery stood, arms crossed, his intense eyes already fixed on the door as (Y/N) walked in. Baby took slow sips of water, leaning casually against the wall, but his gaze was sharp, predatory. Romance was slumped in a chair, a towel draped carelessly around his neck, a smirk already playing on his lips.

(Y/N) paused, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson. The sheer masculinity of the scene—the bare chests, the sweat, their intense gazes—was overwhelming. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she stammered, flustered. "I can… I can wait outside while you guys change." She started to back away.

A low chuckle rumbled from Abby. "No need, sweetheart," he purred, a predatory glint in his eyes. "We're perfectly comfortable."

Romance slowly uncrossed his arms, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Unless, of course, you're uncomfortable seeing us like this?" His eyes traced a lazy path over her body, from head to toes admiring her, making her breath hitch.

(Y/N) bit her lip, her mind racing.

Why were these five gorgeous hunks flirting with her like this?

It had to be marketing, right?

A fan service tactic to make her fall completely for them, to become a devoted fan.

That had to be it.

"No, it's fine," she managed, trying to regain some composure, though her face felt hotter than ever.

"Good." Jinu's voice was deep, commanding, as he straightened slightly on the sofa, making sure his broad chest was in full view. "Come closer, love. Don't be shy."

Mystery's eyes drilled into her. "We don't bite... unless you want us to." His lips quirked into a subtle, dangerous smile.

Baby pushed off the wall, taking a step towards her. "Come on, princess. We don't have all day."

She walked further in, her movements stiff, trying to project an air of nonchalance she didn't feel.

Jinu pointed at a sofa, across from the armchairs je and Abby were sitting on. Romance was perched on a chair to her left, Mystery next to him and closest to the door, with his eyes fixed on her and then Baby, on her right was leaning on the wall, a bit forward as if he was trying to smell her from were be was.

"So," Abby began, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes never leaving hers, "how long have you been a fan, little bird?"

"And who's your favorite?" Baby chimed in quickly, looking at her playfully, but his eyes were serious, competitive.

"Don't worry, you can tell us," Romance drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "We can take it."

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, well, actually, I'm not really a fan," she confessed shyly, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "I just... I attended the fan sign to get a gift for a friend. But... I do enjoy your music," she added quickly, trying to soften the blow.

A collective, low growl rumbled through the room. Abby's smirk tightened. Baby's playful demeanor dropped. Romance's gaze darkened.

"You're not a fan?" Mystery's voice was barely a whisper, yet it held a distinct edge. "Then why did you come today?"

"Well, the invitation was just... there," she explained, gesturing vaguely. "And I thought it'd be a good distraction. Work's been really awful lately."

The words tumbled out before she could stop them. "I’m a lawyer’s assistant, and honestly, the stress… the endless paperwork, the impossible deadlines," She started rambling, eyes fixed on the floor as she ranted. It felt good letting go of all her frustrations for once "...dealing with my boss and certain coworkers. It’s just so draining. I’ve been feeling so off, so done with it all. I want to quit, but I can't. Bills, responsibilities, you know."

She stopped abruptly, mortified.

Had she just poured out her work woes to five famous, half-naked men she barely knew? "Oh, my gods, I'm so sorry!" she stammered, covering her mouth with her hand. "I don't know why I just... ranted like that. It's really not cool, sorry I poured all my troubles onto you"

Abby's smirk widened, taking on a suggestive, knowing quality. "Sounds like you need someone to take care of you, then, little bird."

Baby winked, a playful glint returning to his eyes, but his voice was deep, possessive. "Someone to make sure you never have to feel 'off' again."

Romance, now rose from his chair with a lazy, deliberate grace. He pulled a shirt from a hanger, shrugging it on slowly, his movements designed to draw her eye, a playful smile on his lips feeling her gaze on his movements. He then moved, with unsettling speed, to sit beside her on the two person couch, his thigh brushing hers. He took her hand, his fingers warm and soft against her skin, and brought it to his lips, pressing a light, lingering kiss to her knuckles. "You'd never have to worry about a thing with us, sweetheart."

Mystery let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes flashing. "Romance, get your hands off her." His voice was laced with barely controlled fury.

Abby and Baby tensed, their own eyes narrowing, mirroring Mystery's possessive aggression. Low growls rumbled in their chests, directed solely at Romance. The air thickened with unspoken threats, a silent battle for dominance.

Jinu, who had been watching, his anger barely contained, finally spoke, his voice dangerously quiet. "Shut it."

He looked at each of them, his gaze cold, commanding, as if silently agreeing on a truce, a common goal. Then, he rose from the sofa, moving towards her like a hunter closing in on its prey. He knelt in front of her, his large frame dominating her space, his scent—warm and subtly musky—enveloping her.

"My love," he purred, his voice a seductive balm that sent shivers down her spine. "It sounds like you're in need of a change. We've been looking for a personal assistant. Someone... special. Someone who understands responsibility, who's used to managing chaos. Someone like a lawyer's assistant, perhaps." He paused, his thumb stroking her knee, a gentle, comforting touch that contradicted the fierce intensity in his eyes. "We'd like to offer you the position."

(Y/N)'s mind reeled.

An assistant? For them?

"Why? Why me?" she stammered, overwhelmed.

Mystery's voice was firm, unequivocal. "You're perfect."

Baby's eyes twinkled, a playful yet undeniably possessive look. "We like you. We want to help you out." He gave her a deliberate wink, making her blush deepen.

Abby crossed his arms, leaning back against the sofa, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He watched, with open amusement, as her eyes involuntarily drifted over his toned body. "What better way to have you near us, little bird?"

Jinu's grip on her knee tightened gently, reassuring, yet demanding. "We want to care for you."

Romance, still seated beside her, reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his fingers surprisingly soft. "You'd be utterly cute as our assistant."

(Y/N) stared at them, five sets of intense, hungry eyes fixed on her. "Are... are you serious?" she managed, feeling a dizzying mix of disbelief and an unsettling thrill. She knew she should be terrified, alone in a room with five half-baked m'en, two of them touching her and they were offering her a job?

They didn't know her, she didn't know them. Yet, something deep in her knew she could trust them, they'll protect her. She felt the pull, the need to lean towards Romance touch, to let Jinu comfort her, or to shamelessly stare at Abby's body being displayed for her.

But the rational part was stronger. She stood up abruptly, needing to create some distance, the sheer intensity of their gazes making her feel suffocated, yet strangely desired.

Jinu rose with her, sensing her distress, his movements fluid. "We are completely serious. We understand this is out of the blue, but we're serious." He took a few steps and reached into his jacket, pulling out a small card with a number written on it. He pressed it into her hand. "Think about it, my love, yes? We don't want to pressure you to answer right now"

She clutched the card, her fingers trembling slightly. "Th-thank you," she stuttered, giving them one last, bewildered look before she practically fled the room, the scent of them, the heat of their gazes, imprinted on her senses.

Back home, the familiar comfort of her small apartment wrapped around (Y/N). Freshly showered, she curled up in bed, her dog, Kai, a warm, furry weight against her side. Her mind, however, was miles away, replaying the day's bizarre events.

The boys dancing, shirtless, flirting with her. It had to be fan service, right?

Even so, they were undeniably hot. Every single one of them. And the way they looked at her... like she was the only one in the room, the only one in the world.

And how easily she had opened up to them. Spilling her work woes, her frustrations, how sweet, how concerned they had seemed.

The job offer. Being their assistant.

Was she crazy to even consider it?

They seemed serious, terrifyingly serious. She drifted off to sleep, her thoughts swirling with images of five glorious, fine-looking men, all looking at her as if she were the sole reason for their existence.

In their changing room, the moment the door clicked shut behind (Y/N), the fragile truce Jinu had established shattered.

"You let her leave!" Baby snarled, his eyes flashing with barely suppressed rage. "You let her just walk away!"

"Don't have to rush it and then have her disappear, idiots," Jinu growled back, his voice low and dangerous, his gaze fixed on the door as if he could still see her. "She would have run if we pushed too hard, then what?" He screamed. "I won't lose her because of you"

"She's mine," Abby declared, standing up, his large frame confronting Jinu, muscles tensed.

"Ours," Mystery corrected, stepping forward, his eyes narrowed. "She belongs to all of us."

"I'll claim her," Baby muttered, his voice a low, primal rumble. His knuckles clenched, claws subtly extending and retracting from his fingertips.

"Savages," Romance added, his tone disdainful, but his eyes were just as possessive. "She deserves my love, just mine."

"What would you do if she doesn't call back, huh?" Baby challenged Jinu, defiant, his voice laced with doubt.

Jinu turned, his gaze cold, unwavering, fixed on the closed door. "She will," he answered, his voice devoid of any uncertainty.

Utterly, terrifyingly sure of it.

Two days later, work was as horrible as always. Her boss had torn into her for a misplaced file (that he’d clearly moved himself), and Hani had "accidentally" spilled coffee all over her desk, forcing her to clean it up while she disappeared for an extended lunch break. The fluorescent lights seemed to mock her misery, and the stagnant air pressed down on her, the bright screen and constant incoming email notifications drilling her head adding to the splitting headache she's had since the early morning.

She arrived home, utterly drain collapsing onto her sofa. Kai, sensing her distress, nudged her hand before curling onto her lap, a warm, comforting presence. As she absently stroked his fur, her gaze fell upon the small, elegant card Jinu had given her. His number, perfectly printed.

She stared at it for a long moment, the chaos of the fan sign, the intensity of their gazes, the startling job offer, all swirling in her mind.

She couldn't take another day of this job.

With a sigh, a mix of trepidation and desperate hope, she picked up her phone. She dialed the number, her thumb hovering over the call button for a hesitant second.

Then, she pressed it.

It rang once.

Then twice.

And then, a click.

"Hello?" Jinu's voice, raspy with excitement, answered on the first ring.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

"I accept," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "I'll be your assistant."

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