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hanquokkasjeekies · 3 days ago

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“maybe we need to warm you up from the inside…?”

minsung x f!reader word count: 2.7k genre: smut, one-shot, bit of crack, friends to... idk summary: han and lee know 'warm you up' by a hotel rooftop pool when you can't find your towel. an: they all kinda switch dynamics half way through soooo get ready for sub!han again i guess (yes at this point it's a must) warnings: unprotected sex ⋆ dry humping ⋆ threesome ⋆ kissing ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ (self) edging ⋆ oral (m) ⋆ degradation ⋆ dom/sub dynamics ⋆ switch!reader, switch!lee know, switch!han ⋆ anal sex ⋆

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“it’s getting late, han… maybe after lee know comes back we should leave too?” the rooftop hotel pool you’re in was busy just moments ago and now it’s empty, apart from you and han.

he wraps his arms around your waist like he’s worried you’ll rush off any second now.

“what? why? we literally have the whole pool to ourselves now that everyone’s left!” he sounds like an excited kid when the teacher leaves the classroom– but his enthusiasm is enough to convince you.

“fine, we’ll stay a little longer since you want to so much.” you agree, leaning against his chest in the water.

there’s soft classical music playing from somewhere and the mood feels almost romantic now with just the two of you in the pool lit up by the moonlight. you know you’re probably just imagining it but you smile at the thought anyway.

you wade to the edge of the pool, dragging han with you, as you see minho coming back.

“hmm? where’d everyone go? the pool doesn’t close for another hour…” lee know sounds surprised as he hands you and han your drinks.

“yeah, it’s weird isn’t it?” you sigh, leaning back onto the side of the pool and adjusting your bikini strap.

the silence stretches out a little too long as the two of them watch you fiddling with the strap, their gazes lingering on the way your breasts unintentionally bounce slightly.

“mhm… how about we sit up there and drink?” lee know suggests, pointing to the deck chairs.

you’re wearing a white, two piece swimsuit with a short flowy skirt attached to the lower part. you know you look good like this, and you know because of how han’s been eyeing you since a while ago. and with the moonlight hitting your skin and highlighting your features, it’s hard for him to look away, despite the two of you being good friends– nothing more.

you catch han’s gaze as you step out of the pool, and he avoids eye contact immediately, like he’s been caught doing something bad.

the two of them choose to sit on either side of you so you make yourself comfortable on the wooden deck chair between.

“it’s gotten cooler…” you say quietly- to no one in particular. they both hum in agreement and you reach for your towel. only, your towel, that you’re sure you left sitting right here, has disappeared.

“my towel! ugh, the staff must have taken it.” you huff, entirely unaware of what had really happened.

“oh no– and you said you were cold, right?” han takes your hand in his and starts rubbing it in an attempt to warm you up.

“but you know what the best way to warm up in an emergency is?” lee kow quizzes, turning to face you.

you shiver and roll your eyes. “like running or something?”

“skin to skin contact! come on, that was so obvious.” jisung corrects.

“what, so you’re saying you’ll hug me just to avoid getting up to ask for a towel? wow, what a gentleman, sungie.”

“sounds good to me”, he says and your eyes widen as he easily lifts you up by the waist and onto his lap.

“really?” you scoff before giving in and making yourself comfortable on him. lee know lets out a chuckle watching both of you as he sips his drink.

“jealous, hyung?”

lee know looks back at you before letting out an amused hum.

your chin’s resting on han’s shoulder; his arms wrap around your waist and you shiver as he runs his fingers along your back, almost teasingly. and then you feel the pressure around your chest suddenly release. your bikini– you realize he’s undone the clasp.

“han, what the fuck–!”

“i heard that wearing wet clothing cools you down too~”

lee know doesn’t say anything and just watches calmly from the other side. it's as if he knew this was going to happen.

you hurry to re-do the clasp, reaching behind your back. but as your arms lift up, the strap slides down, accidentally exposing more of your chest– right in front of han’s face. “-shit”, you mutter, struggling to cover yourself.

han doesn’t even try to look away or play it off– having been the culprit for this situation. instead, he holds your arms in place, stopping you from moving. you whip your head up to look at him, before hissing, “what are you even doing, han??”

you glare at him for a moment, then you properly take in your situation; you’re sat on your friend’s lap, almost topless, arms pinned behind your back and sitting by a hotel swimming pool where anyone could come in and see you. you feel your face heat up as han meets your (angry) gaze.

“fuck– let go, han- or i’ll actually kill you”

he’s holding your wrists together firmly with one hand as you use all the strength you have to remove them from his grip. you're about to threaten him again but then he reaches up to cup your cheek– the last thing you expect him to do.

“you look so perfect like this”, he says it like a fact and smirks before adding, “sitting all pretty on me”.

your stomach flips– this isn’t the usual easy-going, sweet han you know.

“don’t say it like that…” you say into his shoulder– an attempt to hide your face as you feel it betray you and blush.

“like what?” he says, running his fingers over your collarbone. you shiver and he definitely notices.

“like you’re… thinking about something else”, you let out under your breath.

then warm hands slide over your bare shoulders from behind. “oh? so what about me, sweetheart? were you both just going to do this whole thing without me?” lee know pouts in fake offence.

“what– no, i mean– there’s nothing”, you stutter, turning redder, “this is nothing.”

“well, if this is nothing, then… this”, he tugs your bikini down a little more, “-could come off and it wouldn’t mean a thing, would it?”

and before you can reply, your bikini is entirely pulled off; the wet material sliding off your skin easily. you gasp and your body jerks when you tug against the hold on your wrists- trying to cover yourself. and han’s eyes only widen as your breasts bounce just inches away from touching his chest.

“gosh, baby, you’re unreal–”, han lets out, staring up at you, “can i… touch you? to- to keep you warm, obviously.”

for a brief moment you almost let him– the words barely held back as you remind yourself you have the self control to not give in just yet.

“lee know, han– did you plan this?”, you pause in disbelief, “did you really plan for us to be here alone just to… have me like this?”

“does it really matter?” lee know says from behind, “you want this too, right?” he slides his hands lower, pausing a moment before tracing lightly over your breasts.

“i mean…” you hesitate, unsure, before glancing down at han, “i have… thought about this sort of thing before i guess– a few times.”

“and what exactly did you think about?” he starts massaging around your nipples as han lets his hand stroke over your thigh.

you try not to be distracted before answering“i um, just had a few thoughts.”

han pouts. “come on, tell us. we’ll make it come true.”

“well, one time… i imagined, um… lee know under me– and you were… making out with him.” you look down, your face burning– regretting everything you just confessed.

“awh, so it was hyung in you, not me?” han teases as he slides a hand between your legs. “am i not good enough? did you not like the look of it that time in the shower?”

“shower? did you both fuck already?” lee know asks– a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“what, no!” you say, glaring at han. “it was an accident– i saw him because he didn't lock the door”, you clarify and lee know visibly relaxes before he pushes you down onto han.

“lee know! you could be a bit more… gentle…” you try to complain but the words die in your mouth when you feel his tongue on the back of your neck, followed by open-mouthed kisses trailing down your spine.

“fuck-”, you gasp as he sucks into the skin.

your breathing’s gotten heavy and the wetness in between your thighs only gets worse when you feel han’s bulge pressing against you. It’s like your brain’s stopped functioning– you don’t even feel like yourself anymore.

little sparks of pleasure shoot through your head as han grinds into you from below. his face scrunches a little when you twitch involuntarily on him.

all of a sudden, fingers grip the hair at the base of your scalp and pull your head back roughly; your eyes glassing over a little as your head is pulled down to face the blurry night sky. but that view doesn’t last long when lee know’s face hovers over yours. you try to reach up to him, forgetting that your hands are being held behind you. all you can do is watch him stare down at your pathetic, helpless state as he cups your jaw and presses a finger to your lips.

“open up”

you do as you’re told and take his finger in your mouth, gasping around it every so often when han grinds against your clit harder.

“such a slut aren’t you? pretending you’re so innocent all this time when really you get like this before you've even taken a cock.” lee know breathes into your ear as he pinches your tongue, pulling it out slightly.

“all this because you said you were cold”, he pulls you into him more, “so spoiled with both of us helping you warm up~”

“is it working?” he asks, not expecting an answer but you nod anyway, “but your cheeks are still so red!” he teases, “maybe we need to warm you up from the inside…?”

you try to say something but with lee know’s fingers stopping you, all that comes out is an unintelligible sound; making him smirk before letting go of your tongue– only to replace it with his lips; exploring the inside of your mouth like he’s trying to memorize every part of it. he sucks softly on your tongue, letting your saliva drip down onto han’s shirt. han– who’s been grinding into you and, you haven’t noticed but, he’s been deliberately edging himself; like he’s trying to draw out the pleasure.

“fuck– nngh ‘m gonna cum” he whines dragging his hips against you weakly a few more times.

“hannie’s gonna cum in his pants?” lee know hums, teasing and briefly pulling away from your lips, “cum then, show me how good she feels, baby”

you feel his cock twitch underneath and watch his whole body tremble– it’s mesmerizing. and as much as you’d like to sit and admire his fucked out state you can’t ignore the pulsing heat between your legs and the tense anticipation of your body from how close you were. you’ve been on edge this whole time as well and seeing han come so hard is sending you too.

his body falls limp, muscles relaxing. but you’re not finished with him– not yet. there’s no way you can leave him alone when he’s in this flushed, post-orgasm state– so pretty, you could milk him dry… so that’s exactly what you decide to do.

you sit back, leaning into lee know as you look up at him sweetly, eyes wide and hopeful. “i’m getting tired lee know… but i want hannie’s cock in me~” han’s mouth falls open hearing you.

“i don’t think he’s recovered yet, darling” lee know frowns, trying to figure out what you’re implying “you know you can have my cock, right?” he says, placing your hand over his bulge.

you stroke him a few times before saying, “mhm, but i want han’s cock”, you glance at han’s panicked face, “he just looks so perfect like this– i wanna cum all over him… you’d help get him ready for me, wouldn’t you? and i’ll let you fuck me as much as you want after as a reward~”

“ah, so you just want to watch me get him off, hmm?” he asks and you nod a little shyly before settling down on the chair opposite.

“any requests?” he asks, in between kisses to han’s neck as he cages him in with his arms to the deckchair.

“i want to see you suck him off”, you reply, almost immediately. lee know doesn’t say anything as he starts palming han’s half-hard cock through his pants making him let out a loud groan that turns into a whimper at the end. lee know takes off han’s boxers before leaning down to lightly kiss along his cock.

“-ah, mmh ‘s too much…!”

lee know’s being so gentle but you can tell the sensitivity’s getting to han.

lee know hums in sympathy but still takes him deeper in his mouth; his pretty lips stretching around him in a way you just can’t make yourself look away.

han trembles and whines fall from his lips. “hyung- ah- your mouth’s so hot– ‘s too good. feels so good…!”

his abs visibly tighten and he reaches down to tug at lee know’s hair. “can i have a kiss? …please? wan’ kiss you–”

lee know ignores han like he didn’t even hear his begging. but seeing how red his ears are makes it clear he’s not unaffected. “i think he’s close now… but you don’t want him to cum yet, right?” he checks, looking up at you, a string of saliva on his lip still connected to han’s cock.

“mhm~ and you did such a good job getting him ready for me ♡” you say, rolling onto your stomach.

“sungie, i'm getting cold again~ won’t you come fill me up?” you ask sweetly, reaching behind to spread your ass for him to see how much you’re dripping.

he doesn’t even hesitate before gripping your hips, slamming deep into your cunt all at once; you swear you see stars for a second.

“fuck- thank you, thank you– needed this so– so bad” he ruts into you desperately, like you’ll stop him any moment now.

you let out a moan you can’t hold back; breathless as han pounds into you from behind but then– he stops with a gasp, putting more of his weight on you.

“han, what’s wrong?”

that’s when you notice lee know standing above han, and– judging by the twitches of han’s cock– you realize another part of him must be getting attention too.

“sorry baby, this hole just looked so empty~” you hear lee know say to han.

"-and this way we'll all be warm~"

and before you know it, lee know’s fucking into han– the force of each thrust pushing han’s cock deeper into you.

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you don’t know how long you spent fucking together but after all of it, the three of you are now relaxing in your hotel room’s private spa bath.

“i think han won’t be walking for a while now” you giggle when you trail your fingers up his thigh in the water and the muscle twitches.

“ah! stop it already! and don’t say it like this isn’t your fault”

“mm but is it really?” you tease, “no one told you to edge yourself.”

he opens his mouth to fight back but instead jumps toward you in shock. you look over accusingly at lee know when you see through the water his fingers move away from han’s ass.

“what? the cum was leaking out–” lee know says like it’s the most normal thing in the world when he sees your expression.

“ahh just leave me alone~” han wails as he escapes to your side.

lee know moves up beside him again. “you weren't saying that half an hour ago~”

han whines as he's reminded of his sore cock, “i swear i was possessed then!”

you snort, “we all were.”

“then i hope we get possessed again soon”, lee know says, pulling han into him when he tries to escape.

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kuncitizen · 2 days ago

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Masterlist

Thinking about Nerd!Gojo sitting behind his geeky little science project like a kicked puppy in a hoodie two sizes too big, shoulders slumped as he watches person after person walk right past his stall without so much as a glance.

His glasses are slightly crooked, one leg bouncing nervously beneath the table, right hand fidgeting with a clicky pen that’s already half-snapped.

You definitely didn’t come here for this.

The science fair was mostly a glorified excuse to leave your dorm before your roommate subjected you to another hour of screaming about her situationship and eating spicy ramen on your bed.

But now you’re looking at this tall, awkward boy who looks like he’s slowly evaporating from the lack of social interaction.

His display is brilliant. There are twinkling little lights in a model solar system, and a bunch of laminated diagrams with handwritten notes in tight, slanted print. But people just stroll by like they’re allergic to effort.

And honestly, you weren’t planning to care. Not until his eyes snap up to yours.

A shade of gorgeous, bright, glassy blue. They widen behind silver-rimmed glasses, a blink of disbelief before a hopeful sort of brightness takes over his whole face.

You slow down. Because who wouldn't after seeing that look on his face?

"Hi," you say casually, hands in your pockets.

His mouth falls open for a second, like his brain blue-screened.

“Hi! Oh—uh—welcome to my project,” he blurts, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks over one of the solar system models. “Sorry. Sorry. Just—hi. Are you into Astrophysics?”

You glance at the fancy title printed in bold across his poster:

Gravitational Time Dilation: A Simulation-Based Study.

“I mean, i like the stars. And Interstellar was cool?”

He laughs. It's a breathy, half-disbelieving kind of chuckle, and suddenly his whole face lights up.

“That totally counts,” he says, nodding way too seriously. “Okay, uh, here—this part represents the gravitational curvature caused by massive objects. Which means time actually bends near a black hole.”

He fumbles around and presses a button. A tiny motor kicks in and one of the models starts to slowly spin, simulating gravitational lensing.

You nod, even though you’re pretty sure you understood maybe two of the five words he said. “I thought that the whole time bending thing was a metaphor or something.”

“Nooo, it’s absolutely real! I mean, not the fifth-dimension bookshelf stuff, but the time dilation is legit,” he says, practically vibrating now, fingers tapping the side of the model. “Like if you parked a spaceship near a black hole and then came back, your friends would be, like, old. Or dead. Probably dead. It’s kinda depressing, actually.”

You bite back a smile at how excited he is. “Wow. That’s… morbidly romantic.”

He pauses.

Then clears his throat, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, dying alone in space is kinda poetic.”

You laugh.

He laughs too, a little too hard, and then suddenly looks panicked like—shit, was that weird?

But you’re not weirded out, not even close.

“Sure. Although full disclosure, I don’t know batshit about space.”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, smiling as if that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “I can explain. I love explaining. Ask me anything.”

So you ask more questions, even the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones. And to your surprise, he never talks down to you.

Satoru stumbles over his words sometimes, but not once seems to mind your follow-up questions, even when you mix up neutron stars and nimbus clouds. He just keeps going, like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to stand here and just listen.

You aren’t even trying to flirt, but he’s so damn earnest it sort of feels like flirting anyway.

Eventually, you glance at the time and sigh. “I should get going. My dormmate’s probably wondering if I got abducted by aliens.”

He deflates instantly, like someone popped his internal helium tank. “Oh… that makes sense. Thanks for stopping by.”

You’re just about to step away, offering him a small smile and a soft “This was fun,” when his eyes flick downward.

“Wait— is that the Chang textbook?” he asks, squinting like he’s not trying to memorize every title on your book cover.

You pause and glance down at the heavy thing tucked under your arm. “Yeah, it’s for Chem 203.”

He perks up instantly, like a plant finally getting sunlight. “You’re in Chem 203?”

“I mostly sit at the back and doodle in the margins,” you say, shifting the book in your arms. “And my grades are hanging on by a single valence electron.”

He laughs. “I’m in that class too! I usually sit near the front—uh, big glasses, white hair, probably looked like I was possessed or something.”

You tilt your head, the realisation hitting you finally. “Wait. That’s you? I thought you were just some intense TA.”

“No, unfortunately. Just me.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish now, eyes flicking to the floor for a beat before he tries to play it cool. “I mean, I guess if you need some help with chem—I’d be happy to assist. We could go over some things together, if you’re okay with... that.”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Do you charge by the hour, or is this a discount situation?”

He blinks. “I mean, I can give you, like, the friend rate? If we’re friends? Or not. I didn’t mean to assume—”

“Relax, Einstein.” You laugh, shifting your grip on the book. “I’d love the help.”

You start rummaging through your pockets, half-distracted.

“Hang on—need something to write with. Gimme your number.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

“...My number?” he echoes, like you just asked him for a kidney.

“Yes, your number.” you say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “You know, the ten digits? For modern communication.”

“Right! Totally. I can—uh—yeah, I can give you that. Lemme just—” he pats himself down like a man on fire, checking every pocket, flipping his notebook, looking under the table like maybe a post-it note will crawl out and offer itself up.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, amused by the sight. “You can just write it on my hand.”

He freezes mid-motion, slowly turning to you like you just offered him your soul.

“Your hand?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Unless that’s too weird for you. I guess you don’t want me to have it—”

“No! No, no, I do! I mean—I can do that.” he stammers, already reaching for his sharpie again.

You smile and extend your hand for him, palm open.

He swallows hard, before reaching out.

Gojo's fingers wrap gently around your wrist, warm and a little shaky, as he steadies your hand in his. His thumb grazes across your skin as he lines the pen up, then exhales softly like he’s trying not to freak out over the fact that he is touching a girl and she is not recoiling. In fact, you’re smiling.

“There,” he says quietly, fingers unwrapping from your wrist slowly.

You glance at it, then back at him. “What if it washes off?”

His eyes widen. “Wait—should I—? Do you want me to—?”

You shrug, smiling. “Guess you’ll have to pick a permanent marker next time.”

His laugh is boyish, ridiculously fond. “I guess so.”

You step back, tucking your arm against your chest. “Thanks, space boy. I'll text you later.”

You start to walk away, but something makes you turn to glance back once. He’s still watching you, dazed, the heat still clinging to his cheeks, ears tinged slightly red.

You shoot him a wink.

He nearly falls off the stool.

A/N: Comment 'Nerdjo 👅' if you'd like to see a full-length fic for this. Also, apologies if I went too geeky on the physics, have to use my degree somewhere.

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count-on-mi · 1 day ago

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Daddy's Forbidden Affairs Part 2 (Momo)

Momo had always maintained a relationship with her father. However, due to the pandemic, she hadn’t returned to her hometown for nearly two years. Finally, after completing her schedule in Japan, Momo returned home, and the pent-up desire between her and her father could no longer be contained. They planned to indulge in their forbidden passion during the short holiday.

"It's been so long, Momo-chan~" As soon as Momo opened the door, her father enveloped her in a tight embrace. Momo let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Mmm... Daddy... I missed you so much..." Momo tilted her head up, her pink lips brushing against her father’s chin, her slender fingers slipping into his pajama pants to gently grasp his already eager erection. "I missed you too, Momo-chan..." Momo’s father sucked on her flushed lips, his large hands kneading her soft breasts through her uniform. "Two years apart, and my precious daughter has grown even more... These breasts are so soft..." "Hmph... Stop teasing..." Momo giggled coyly, dodging her father’s hungry kisses, though her hands worked even harder, stroking his shaft. "Daddy... I want it... Let’s go to the bedroom... I can’t wait to devour your big cock..." Momo’s father let out a hoarse chuckle, one hand lifting Momo by her buttocks to carry her, the other pulling open the bedroom door.

The room was already prepared with a mattress, ready for the father and daughter to fully indulge in their long-delayed forbidden pleasure.

Once inside, Momo’s father eagerly tossed her onto the bed, leaning down to fiercely claim her lips. Momo responded passionately, her sweet tongue darting out to tease his mouth while her hands hurriedly unfastened his belt, pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. "Mmm... Daddy..." Momo moaned, her hands rapidly stroking the rigid shaft. "It’s so big... I want to taste it..." Momo’s father growled, tearing open Momo’s blouse and bra, lowering his head to suck hard on one swollen, sensitive nipple. "Ah... Daddy... It feels so good..." Momo gasped repeatedly, her hands pressing his head against her chest. "Harder... Mmm... Daddy, bite me... I want you to devour me..." "Momo... My baby..." Momo’s father released her nipple, kissing down her collarbone to her abdomen, his large hands kneading her full, soft breasts, thumbs teasing her erect nipples. "You little slut... You’re getting naughtier..." he said, before taking her other nipple into his mouth, sucking vigorously, his tongue skillfully flicking the sensitive bud.

Momo’s hands tangled in her father’s dark hair, her head thrown back as she cried out wantonly, her body writhing involuntarily, her breasts morphing into various shapes under her father’s ministrations. "Ahh... I can’t take it... It’s too intense..." Momo’s body trembled uncontrollably, her pussy already soaking wet. "Daddy... Don’t just focus on me... Take care of my pussy too..." "Alright... Whatever my baby daughter wants, Daddy will give you..." Momo’s father released her, kissing down to the inside of her thighs, then slipping a finger into her drenched entrance. "Oh... Ah..." Momo arched her body, her tight, wet pussy sucking his finger with wet sounds. "Daddy... You’re so good at this..." Momo’s father added another finger, thrusting into her tight hole, while his other hand climbed to her erect breasts, kneading them roughly. "Ahh... I’m going to break... It’s too good..." Momo cried out pitifully, her core gushing with hot liquid. "Daddy... Deeper... Fuck me with your big cock..." "Momo... You little whore... Daddy’s going to satisfy you..."

Momo’s father withdrew his fingers, climbing over her and pressing his thick cock against her chest. "Good girl... Service Daddy..." he commanded, guiding his cock to her red lips. Momo gave him a seductive glance before lowering her head, taking the massive head into her mouth. "Mmm... So big..." Momo hummed contentedly, her lips and tongue working together to suck and lick, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip and ridge. "Daddy’s cock is still so delicious..." Momo’s father hissed in pleasure, grabbing her breasts and pulling his cock from her mouth to slide it between her pale, soft mounds. "Baby... Let Daddy enjoy your big tits..." he murmured, squeezing her breasts and thrusting his cock between them. "Ah... Daddy... So intense..." Momo tilted her head back, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, but her moans grew louder. "My tits... Daddy’s going to break them..." "Baby... Your tits were made for Daddy to fuck..." Momo’s father panted, speeding up, his cock sliding smoothly between her slick breasts. "Come on... Shoot all over me, Daddy..."

With one final thrust, Momo’s father buried his cock deep in her cleavage, the tip brushing her chin, and erupted, spraying thick, white cum across her. "Ahh..." Momo’s eyes widened in a daze, her breasts drenched in her father’s cum, the white liquid trickling down her neck and pooling in her collarbone. Momo’s father pulled out, admiring her soaked breasts with satisfaction. "Baby... Look how depraved you are..." he said with a grin, stroking her cum-covered chest. "You just got home, and you’ve already made Daddy cum on you..." "Hmph... It’s all your fault, Daddy..." Momo pouted playfully, punching him lightly, then lifted her breasts, licking their mixed fluids with lewd sounds. "Daddy’s taste is still so good..." Seeing this lascivious display, Momo’s father’s recently sated desire stirred again. He pulled her close, positioning her to straddle him, his cock aligned with her dripping pussy. "Come on, baby daughter... Let Daddy claim you again..." he said hoarsely, gripping her round hips and thrusting upward.

"Ahh... Daddy..." Momo threw her head back, her body trembling violently as another wave of pleasure surged from her core. Momo’s father began moving, his cock plunging in and out of her tight pussy, each thrust burying him fully before pulling out, leaving just the tip at her entrance. "Ahh... Too fast..." Momo clutched his shoulders, her body swaying with his rhythm. "Slow down... Ah... I’m going to cum again..." Momo’s father ignored her, intensifying his pace, each thrust slamming into her most sensitive spot. "Baby... If you can hold back, I’ll slow down..." he teased wickedly, his hands kneading her snowy breasts, thumbs pressing her sensitive nipples in sync with his thrusts. "Mmm... Daddy... I can’t..." Momo collapsed into his arms, her body shuddering, waves of pleasure overwhelming her. "Then you’re done for..." Momo’s father smirked, pulling out completely before slamming back in with force. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, her senses shattered by the deep thrust, a flood of liquid gushing from her core as she climaxed. "Baby... You’re so lewd..." Momo’s father slowed his movements, his cock still sliding in her hypersensitive post-orgasm pussy. "Cumming so fast from Daddy’s cock..."

Momo slumped against his shoulder, sobbing softly. "Daddy... I can’t... You’re too strong..." she said brokenly, her body still trembling from the lingering pleasure. "I’m going to die from your fucking..." Momo’s father kissed the tears from her eyes, his hips still moving, driving his thick cock deep into her core. "Baby... Don’t worry... Daddy will take care of you..." he soothed, speeding up again, each thrust scraping her most sensitive spot. "Tell Daddy... Compared to your boyfriend, who’s better?" "Daddy... You’re so mean..." Momo blushed but admitted, "You’re so much better... His cock isn’t even half as big as yours..." "And... I’ve already drained him... He can’t satisfy me anymore..." she panted, her body swaying uncontrollably. "I only want Daddy to fuck me... To show him who makes me happier..." "Baby... So honest..." Momo’s father grinned, thrusting hard, piercing her deepest spot. "Then let Daddy conquer you completely... So you’ll never forget my cock..." "Ah..." Momo threw her head back, a high-pitched moan escaping as another gush of liquid poured from her core.

Momo’s father seized the moment, gripping her waist and pounding into her sensitive post-orgasm state. "Baby... Daddy’s going to fuck you to death..." he growled, his cock ravaging her wet pussy, hitting bottom with every thrust. "You’re mine... Only mine..." "Daddy... I want you too..." Momo clung to his neck, her breasts bouncing wildly. "I only want you to fuck me... I don’t care about anyone else..." Momo’s father, driven mad by her words, fucked her with near-brutal force, each thrust crushing her sensitive spot, eliciting more wet sounds. "Baby... You’re Daddy’s angel..." he murmured, pulling out completely before slamming back in, piercing her deepest, most vulnerable spot. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, biting his shoulder as her G-spot took the fatal hit, an unprecedented wave of pleasure overwhelming her, causing her to squirt uncontrollably. "Baby... You did it..." Momo’s father roared with delight, erupting inside her, flooding her womb with his cum.

They collapsed together, their ragged breathing slowly calming. "Baby... I can never get enough of you..." Momo’s father rasped, his hand stroking her bare back, lingering on her round ass. "Daddy... I want you too... I want to keep doing this with you..." Momo hugged his neck, her lips brushing his jaw, still insatiable. "Then let’s go, my little vixen..." Momo’s father flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his cock hardening again and pressing against her freshly fucked pussy. "Daddy’s going to fuck you until you beg for mercy..." Momo spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, urging, "Daddy... Hurry..." Momo’s father grinned and thrust in hard, sparking another round of intense sex...

Time flew by, and half the short holiday passed quickly. In every spare moment, Momo and her father indulged in passionate sex in every corner of the house, as if trying to merge their bodies. The dining room, living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom—every place bore the marks of their debauchery. Momo’s pussy and ass were thoroughly fucked by her father, gushing at the slightest touch; his stamina and endurance reached astonishing levels, fucking her to delirium nearly every night. Addicted, they couldn’t stop, clinging to each other whenever her mother was away, trying every position in countless rounds of relentless thrusting until they were utterly spent.

Though utterly depraved, this seemed the perfect way for the long-separated father and daughter to reconnect—in the throes of sex, time seemed to stop, their souls perfectly aligned, with no barriers between them. They devoured each other as if making up for two years apart, sometimes pushing each other to the limit just to chase that mind-shattering ecstasy.

But such a life was fleeting, and as the holiday’s end loomed, they faced the reality of parting...

The air grew heavy with impending separation, and Momo’s emotions became complex. She was eager to return to Korea and shine on stage, but she couldn’t bear leaving her father. These days had deepened her attachment to him. As she wrestled with her feelings, her father knocked on her door.

"Baby... Are you asleep?"

Momo’s heart raced as she leapt out of bed to open the door. Her father immediately pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. "Daddy... We have to part again..." Momo said sadly, clinging to his neck, her lips brushing his jaw with soft kisses. "Baby... I know... But I couldn’t hold back..." Momo’s father said with a wry smile, his hands roaming her body, kneading her full breasts through her clothes. "Let’s make the most of tonight... I won’t wake you in the morning..." Momo understood—he wanted to fuck her senseless one last time to make up for their upcoming separation. She nodded, letting him push her onto the bed, stripping her clothes off to reveal her tender, alluring body.

His heated gaze raked over her naked form before he leaned down to kiss her breasts, his tongue flicking between her sensitive nipples. "Ah... Daddy..." Momo moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pressing his head toward her more private areas. He obliged, burying his face between her thighs, his skilled tongue teasing her clit and dipping into her wet hole. "Oh...! Daddy... Stop...!" Momo’s moans grew louder, her pussy flooding under his expert touch, lost in the madness of their passion.

Feeling her gushing arousal, he knew she was ready. He knelt between her legs, gripping his ready cock and rubbing it against her slick entrance before thrusting in hard, hitting her deepest spot. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, his massive cock filling her completely, striking her G-spot and sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He grabbed her waist and pounded relentlessly, each thrust crushing her sensitive spot, drawing more sweet sounds. "Baby... You’re so good... So tight..." he panted, his cock ravaging her pussy. "You’re Daddy’s... Forever..." Momo’s tear-filled eyes held a dazed, enraptured look as she hugged his neck, thrusting her hips to meet his, her pussy clenching around him. "Daddy... I want you... Give it to me..." she begged, lost to reason, wanting only to be filled by him...

"As you wish... My baby..." He roared, speeding up, his final deep thrust flooding her womb with his cum. Momo cried out, her body convulsing with another climax, her nails digging into his back...

A car horn sounded outside—dawn was approaching. Momo’s father gently wiped her body clean with a towel. "Daddy... I’m really leaving tomorrow..." Momo lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, still lost in the afterglow, reluctant to return to reality. He kissed her forehead softly. "Silly girl, we’ll have another holiday, won’t we?" Momo turned to him. "Will there really be a next time?" He smirked. "Of course, and I’m already thinking about how to fuck you next time." He paused, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Like... bringing Sana and Jihyo along for a foursome..." "Ah—! Daddy, how could you...!" Momo gasped, imagining the scandalous scene if she brought her bandmates to meet her father.

Her heart raced despite her embarrassment... She was shy but couldn’t help fantasizing. Sana was one thing, but Jihyo, the dependable leader she barely knew in this context... "Damn it... Daddy, how could you say that..." She flushed, trying to get off the bed. He pulled her back, chuckling. "Don’t be shy... I’m just planning ahead... Trust me, Sana and Jihyo have already been in my bed..." Momo froze, staring at her grinning father in disbelief. She knew Sana was also her father’s lover, but... Jihyo? Jihyo, the reliable, professional leader—how could she...? "You... How do you know..." Momo stammered, a mix of disbelief and jealousy in her tone. "Jihyo never told me..." "Heh..." Momo’s father smirked, kneading her ass. "You think Jihyo could escape me? She’s better at hiding it than I am..."

Momo’s heart sank—he’d even taken Jihyo... That was too much! "Daddy... How could you... Jihyo’s my respected leader..." she protested, tears in her eyes. "What else are you hiding from me..." He shook his head, sighing. "Baby... You know our relationship is taboo... I’ve been careful to keep it secret. I didn’t expect Jihyo to have her own designs on me... She raped me when I wasn’t paying attention, then kept seducing me. I couldn’t resist..." "What?!" Momo’s eyes widened, staring at the man lying so convincingly. "Daddy, you’re making that up! You must’ve started it!" He laughed, denying it. "You trust Jihyo over me?" He kissed her lightly. "Don’t worry... I’ll fuck Sana and Jihyo just as good as I fuck you..." Momo pouted, indignant. "I don’t care... Daddy’s mine alone... You can’t touch other girls..." "Alright... I promise I won’t, as long as you bring them to me to fuck," he said, rubbing her lip with his thumb, his tone wicked.

Momo bit her lip, unsure how to respond. She was jealous of Jihyo and others but also craved watching her father dominate other women... This conflict tormented her, trapping her in a deep struggle... Finally, she made up her mind. "Fine... I agree... But Daddy has to promise not to neglect me when you’re fucking other girls..." She met his gaze defiantly. "You can fuck anyone, but you have to save the most love for me..." He laughed heartily, pinning her down. "Greedy girl... But I like it." He sealed her lips with his, his fingers slipping back into her wet pussy. "Mmm... Daddy... No..." Momo protested weakly, unable to resist his powerful body as he had his way with her... "Don’t worry... I’ll satisfy you, my baby..." he murmured, his fingers thrusting rapidly, bringing wave after wave of pleasure...

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 day ago

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winter - june 28 - black brothers - background jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 352

“Sirius?”

“Hmm?” It was only after Sirius looked up that he realized how nervous his brother was. When he looked in Regulus’s eyes, he saw the anxiety, the tension. “What’s wrong, Reggie?” he asked, concerned, moving over on the couch and patting the empty spot next to him.

Regulus sighed and moved to sit next to his brother, arms crossed tightly. “D’you have any plans to go visit Effie and Monty soon? Without James?”

Sirius frowned, panicking a little. “In a few weeks, when the winter ends. Why, are things okay with you two? I can kick his arse if you want, Reg, I know he’s be best friend but you’re my brother, I–”

Regulus chuckled despite his clear anxiety. “No, no. I just…I need to see them and I’m…well, I’m not a Gryffindor. Don’t want to go by myself.”

“Why?” Sirius asked, genuinely confused. Why on earth would Regulus want to see Effie and Monty without James?

“I…” Regulus sighed, and gave him a strict look. “You can’t freak out, alright?”

“No promises…” he said slowly.

The younger man chuckled, then reached into his pocket. “Here.”

Sirius gasped, eyes widening as he took in the view of the ring box Regulus handed him. “You–no fucking way!” He felt tears accumulating in his eyes.

“No crying,” Regulus snapped, but his lips were quirking upward. But then he sobered up, smiling a bit. “I…I figured I should do it first. Catch him by surprise. He deserves a romantic gesture every once in a while.”

Sirius choked back a sob, biting on his knuckle. “That’s…yeah, thats…so you want to ask his parents?” he sniffled, scrubbing at his face.

Regulus shrugged. “Yeah. I think it’ll mean a lot to him.”

“It will. Whenever you want to go visit, I’ll be there, Reg,” he promised.

The Slytherin nodded and gave him a thankful smile before looking at him strangely.

“What?” Sirius asked, still wiping away tears.

“Just trying to decide if I should ask you to walk me down the aisle now, and get the tears overwith all at once,” Regulus deadpanned.

Sirius burst into sobs.

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matt-murdockk · 3 days ago

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request for spenceeeee (literally my boyfriend)

bau!reader and spencer are dating now, and they're just like talking about how they met and stuff casually and he's like you know i sorta tried to ask you out when we met? she's like what? you're telling me we could've started dating years ago??? he's like hey it's no big deal, ig you just weren't really into me back then and she's like not into you??? my brother in christ i stuttered and rambled for 3 entire minutes when we met what made you think i didn't like you

a whole lot of fluff badically thanks x

helloooo <3333 thank you so much for the request!!!! i had a WIP with sort of a similar theme as the ask so decided to combine them, i really hope you like it xo

Um, actually

pairing: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader words: 2.0k summary: A flashback to when you first met spencer helps you realize just how oblivious you were. But so was he, so it's all good. warnings: fluffffffff, possibly incorrect etymology facts, Spencer being a horrible cook for funsies, minor Brooklyn 99 reference (if you caught it i love you so much), glasses spencer !!!!! (not really all that relevant to the plot but i am a sucker for glasses!spence <3), established relationship

"Beeves? Really? Come on, that cannot be a real word."

Dinner conversations were always lively with Spencer. More often than not, it involved facts about the recipe, the origins, the historical significance, different interpretations of the same dish in other cultures, and whatnot. Today, it was etymology.

"It is!" he exclaimed, pointing towards you with his fork, way too excited about beef etymology in the most endearing way possible.

"You see, in the context of 'meat from cows', the plural of beef would just be beef. If we're talking about fights, disagreements, that kind of beef? It would be beefs. But beef also refers to an adult cow, steer or bull. So in this case, the plural would be—"

"Beeves?"

"Bingo."

"Huh, the more you know. You got more weird plurals?"

"Well,"

"Of course you do."

"There's moose, whose plural is actually—"

"Meese, obviously."

"Oh, no."

Eventually, dinner was done, dishes were put away, and you were now cuddled on the couch, his arm around your shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your bicep over the sleeve of your sweater.

It was quiet. Silent. But not the kind of silence that came with warnings and omens. It wasn't the kind of silence filled with premonition that you had so gotten used to with your job. It wasn't uncomfortable, and it wasn't foreboding. It was the kind of stillness that settled like morning fog over a quiet lake. Gentle, unmoving, and content to simply exist. The air bore a sort of warmth and hope that neither of you had been familiar with in years. Ever, if you're being honest. Beautiful thing, domesticity. Naturally, you were reminiscing.

"Spence?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Remember how we met?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully, lips pressing together as though deep in concentration. “Hmm… you know, I have an eidetic memory, but I can’t say I do—”

You smacked him with the throw pillow. He laughed, pulling you a little closer. “Of course I do. It's one of my favourite memories of us," he admitted, kissing your forehead. He smiled into your hair. “Crazy how much has changed, huh?”

You nodded, eyes still on the soft knit of his sweater sleeve. “Yeah. Feels like a lifetime ago.”

“You know,” he said, suddenly bashful, “I tried to ask you out that day.”

Wait, what? Your head snapped toward him. “You did not.”

"Oh yeah. Crashed and burned splendidly."

"Spencer, honey, I feel like I would remember that."

“Um, actually,” he said, adjusting his glasses with mock seriousness, “that’s literally the first thing I did.”

You stared at him, slack-jawed. “Wh— what do you mean? We… we could have started dating ages ago?”

He chuckled lightly, shrugging one shoulder. “I mean, maybe? I thought I was pretty obvious about it. But you didn’t seem interested, so I figured—”

“No, no,” you interrupted, practically sitting up. “Believe me, I was interested, alright? Spencer, I stuttered and— and rambled for like three entire minutes when I met you. I forgot to tell you my name. I—I asked you if you wanted the extra ticket to—"

His eyes widened as he realized where this was going. “Wait, wait. That was supposed to be flirting?”

"Yeah!?" you exclaimed, so exasperated it almost sounded like a question. "Honey, what else did you think it was?"

"I thought you were being polite! And I— I definitely flirted back," he promised, clearly going through that memory inside his head as he spoke.

"Sweetie, when?"

"You know, when I said there was someone I'd like to go with?" He stressed on the word someone far too much, waiting, hoping you would catch his drift. You finally did, after 10 really long seconds.

"Me? You meant you'd want to go with me?" you asked, still incredulous at what he had implied.

"Uh-huh!? Honey, who else—"

"Spencer, Oh my god, I thought you were telling me you had a girlfriend."

"...Oh."

You both sat there for a moment, letting that truth settle between you like dust in late-afternoon light. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Wow. Can’t believe we missed out on years.”

“I know,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, eyes trained on the space between you, like he was watching the shape of time itself. “We're idiots, aren't we?”

"Possibly, but at least we're idiots together now," you responded, leaning further into him, leaving no more space between you, if that was even possible with how close you were sitting in the first place.

"Agreed. If anything, I think our love makes me a better person. Remember when I boiled that egg last week?"

"That was really big. I'm proud of you," you affirmed, your voice sincere.

"Crazy how much hasn't changed, though."

"What do you mean?" you asked, head tilting to look at him. His eyes were already on you, fond, like he was enamoured with you. Like he was going to tell you he loved you, and even after you had already heard it a hundred times by then, it still made you nervous.

"You still don't double-check the mail, even after I specifically—"

Another throw pillow found him, this time directly across his face, muffling the rest of his declaration. He laughed in response to that yet again, smug bastard that he is. You feigned offence at that and attempted to push him off of you, and sat a couple of feet away from him, hands crossed across your chest, face neutral.

But he knew what you were expecting to hear. He also knew that he didn't have to say it loud for you to know. It went without saying how much you loved each other. With every word you ever exchanged, every sentence ever spoken, the unspoken part? The subtext? It was always there. I love you.

He sensed that he had to make it up to you now. He also knew that you weren't really mad, probably loving the banter just as much as he was. Still, he always enjoyed making it up to you way more than he'd ever care to admit, so if it meant he had to come up with an elaborate ruse to rile you up first and then pretend to ask for your forgiveness, then so be it. His arms were around you in record time.

Bonus— a flashback: how our idiots actually met

You were grasping the tickets tight. There had been an oversight. On your part, mostly (entirely, if we're being honest), but you had to fix it as soon as you could, nonetheless. The tickets in your hand did not belong to you. And the longer you were holding them, the more it started to feel like they were burning a hole in your hand. You had to give it to whoever was expecting it, apologize, and get out of their face before you started sensing their judgement. The tickets belonged to one Spencer Reid. Who the hell was Spencer Reid?

A small part of you wanted to get to know him immediately. You don’t find a lot of federal agents who take Halloween seriously, let alone someone willing to spend Halloween weekend at Phantasmagoria. Someone with that good of a taste? Sign me up, you thought.

Your eyes scanned the bullpen of the BAU, searching for any face that might look like it belonged to a “Spencer Reid.” You didn’t know what he looked like. But there was a tall, lanky guy— glasses, brown hair, cardigan layered over a dress shirt, tie slightly askew, gun holster hanging off his waist like it had no business being there. (Is that even allowed?) He was holding a cup of coffee and making his way toward a desk.

Unfortunately, the first thought your caveman brain was able to come up with was— cute. Nope. You were on a mission. You had to focus. Focus, damn it. You figured, if this nice, fine (really fine) and distinguished gentleman, whoever he was, wasn't Spencer Reid, at the very least, he looked approachable and helpful enough to point you in the right direction. Personally, you didn't want haphazard gun holster guy to be Spencer Reid. Hell of a first impression you'd be making, if that were the case.

“Hi! Sorry— um, where can I find Spencer Reid?”

He paused, blinking. “Hmm? That would be me.”

Well, shit.

“Oh? That—It, uh. You?” Brilliant. Very eloquent today, evidently.

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, a little amused.

You nodded like that would help shake your embarrassment off. Be normal, you thought. You're a normal person. Words are easy. Speak. Say things.

“Right. Cool. Hi. I’m Sex Crimes. I mean— I work Sex Crimes. The division. Of the FBI. I don’t— I don’t go around committing sex crimes around town. You already knew that. Obviously. Why am I explaining this?” Oh, sweet Jesus.

He was staring politely now, wide-eyed and politely stunned.

“Anyway!” you barreled on, desperate to claw back whatever dignity you had left, if any. “Lester, the mail guy, yeah, he came in today with this orange envelope? With the pumpkins on it? I assumed they were my Phantasmagoria tickets, so I just took them. To be fair, he tried to, um, stop me, but I was sort of way too excited to listen, and it wasn’t until I got back that I remembered I’d asked for mine to be delivered to my house, not here. So then I looked at the envelope— which, yeah, is what I probably should’ve done in the first place—and surprise surprise, they didn’t have my name on them. They had yours.”

You shoved the envelope into his hands like it might bite you if you held onto it any longer. “So yeah. Sorry. These are yours, is what I am trying to say with way too many words than necessary. I took them by accident. Please take them away from me. Thank you.”

You were looking down at the ground, waiting for it to open up and swallow you whole. The seconds of silence that followed your very passionate ramble were not helping. Any time now, ground. His voice snapped you right back into reality.

“Firstly,” he said, smiling, “thank you. Seriously. And secondly, you don’t get a lot of FBI crowd at Phantasmagoria.”

He glanced down at the envelope. “You said tickets? Plural?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I booked them in August, thinking I’d go with my boyfriend. And, well, come October… I am yet to find him. August me was a little too optimistic.” Exactly why you trauma dumped about your love life to this stranger, you may never know. But he didn't seem to mind all too much, so yeah, what do you know?

He smiled again, warmer this time. It made your stomach flip in a way you did not have time to examine. NO. Nuh-uh. You promised yourself no workplace crushes, and you meant it. Did you mean it? In retrospect, maybe you weren't all that serious. You could make an exception, right? For him? Oh, absolutely. Well, that was a quick change of heart.

“But now that you mention it,” you continued, “there’s an extra ticket. I don’t really need it. So, if you know anyone who might want to go with you…” Smooth. Real subtle. Oh, yeah. Asking him if he's single? You were so smart, you should've been an FBI agent or something. You should've gotten a raise.

“Well, actually…” he started, almost sheepish. “There is someone I’d love to go with. But I have a feeling she already has a ticket.”

Of course, Halloween Jesus wasn't single, you thought. He was too good to be true, right? Your sweet, foolishly sweet brain, interpreted his advance as— Oh, he's taken. Well, couldn't blame a girl for trying (you would later be upset about this for a while).

“Oh. Right. Okay. Well, if there’s anyone else who might need a ticket, I’m two floors down.” You offered a tight smile and turned to leave before you could make it worse. His face contorted in confusion, a hint of disappointment flickered across too, before he quickly recovered.

“Hey— Sex Crimes?”

You turned.

“You got a name?”

a/n: this is all so how i met your mother to me hence the song, in this house we stan idiot4idiot romance, we ♥️ imbeciles, hope you liked it lol<3333

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stxrrywoo · 3 days ago

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SWEET SOUNDS ── j.yh

synopsis ; it was just a normal friday evening, yunho was out with the guys, so you had the house to yourself. except for when yunho's friends come barging in with what looks like a drunk yunho, but to your surprise, they tell you he got into wooyoung's stash of aphrodisiac chocolate. not your stuck with trying to help your boyfriend without crossing a line except the sweet sounds he makes is making it extremely hard to keep a level head.

pairing(s) ; bf!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.4k ☆ ── genre ; smut ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, kissing, cussing, use of aphrodisiacs, mentions of weed, dub!con, teasing, low-key subby yunho, petnames (babe, baby, my love, love, good boy...), oral (m. receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, messy makeout, biting/marking, lmk if I missed anything!

It was Friday night, and much like any other week, your boyfriend was out with his friends, so that meant you were left to your own devices. You decided that tonight, you were just going to order in and catch up on the new series that your friends were hounding you to watch.

You were about halfway through the series, the food containers long forgotten on the coffee table while you slowly sipped on your soda, fully immersed in the show. Then the front door flew open, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, the drink in your hands falling and spilling all over the floor.

Turning around, you found San and Mingi lugging Yunho into the apartment with Wooyoung following close behind, giggling about something. Upon seeing Yunho’s flushed face, you knew something wasn’t right, so you stood and walked towards them, worry blooming in your chest.

“I thought you guys weren’t drinking tonight?” You asked, looking over at Mingi, who just chuckled nervously, your eyes then went to San, who looked like he hadn’t even touched a drop of alcohol.

“We didn’t drink,” Wooyoung told you, his lips curling in to keep himself from laughing, which only made you more confused and a little frustrated.

“Then why does he look like he just downed four bottles of soju?” You asked, pointing at your boyfriend, who was mumbling something.

San cleared his throat before pulling Yunho towards you, and as soon as you were within arm's length, Yunho pulled himself from San and Mingi’s hold and fell right onto you. It took all of your strength to keep both of you from collapsing to the floor. Heat rushed up your neck when he whined against you, his hands finding your hips to pull you closer.

Mingi was the first to speak, trying to quell the thick tension in the room. “We didn’t drink but…” The poor man trailed on, not quite sure how to explain it to you, while Yunho nuzzled his face in your neck like a puppy would.

“Oh, for God's sake.” Wooyoung stepped around the taller male and looked at you with a smirk, “Your boyfriend here took it upon himself to raid my kitchen, and well, he found some laced chocolate.”

“You gave him weed candy?” You asked with wide eyes, worried that he might have eaten too much, given how he was acting and how hot he was to the touch.

“Aphrodisiacs actually.” He corrected you, “and he ate them of his own accord.”

Your eyes flickered from Wooyoung to Yunho, who was starting to get more handsy, his face flushed a bright red, and his eyes were lidded as he looked at you.

“By the time we noticed, he had already eaten half of them.” San added on, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “So we brought him so that you could fix the… problem.”

You couldn’t really be mad at them because they didn’t do anything wrong, though you will question why Wooyoung just had aphrodisiac chocolate lying around. With a sigh, you bid them a farewell and waited till they were out of the door before walking your dazed boyfriend over to the couch. Sitting him down with a huff, you stood straight, hands propped on your hips as he looked up at you with glossy eyes.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You asked, reaching out to brush some of the hair out of his face, “Let me get you some water before I try to figure this out.”

However, before you could make it too far, Yunho’s hand clasped around your wrist, pulling you back to him and right into his lap.

“Yun, what are you–” You were cut off when he leaned forward, latching his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and rushed as his hands pulled at your hips, trying to get you closer. After a few moments, you managed to pull away, chest heaving from the lack of oxygen.

“Help me, it’s so hot.” He whined, his forehead leaning against yours as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. His body felt as if it were on fire, and you were acutely aware of how hard he was. You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your cool, and pushed him back until he was leaning against the couch.

“You’re drugged, babe, let me get you some water or something.” You muttered, averting your gaze from his knowing full well you’d give in if he gave you his puppy eyes.

“No, please, baby.” He whimpered as his hip lifted slightly, causing you to gasp, your hands reaching out to grab something before you fell. “It hurts so bad.”

A war broke out in your head as you tried to decide what to do. You knew that if you did nothing, he would be in pain for hours until the toxin left his system, or try and get him off in order for it to let up.

His whiny pleas, along with his wandering hands, made it hard for you to think of anything, but you finally came to the conclusion that you would rather help him than leave him to suffer for god, who knows how long. So, inhaling sharply, you situated yourself until you were straddling his hips and grabbed his face in your hands until he focused solely on you.

“I’ll help you, but after this we’re going to bed, okay?” You asked, heart racing under your ribs as he looked at you with hooded eyes, his lips still swollen from your previous kiss.

“I need you so bad…” He whined as he leaned forward, trying to kiss you again, but you just leaned back, causing another whine to leave his lips. The sound went straight to your heated core, and it took everything in you not to give in completely.

“No.” You breathed out, leaning back to take in his glossy eyes that were pleading with you. This was a whole new experience for you. Normally, Yunho is the one in control, always so sure of what he wants and how he wants it, but seeing him like this was a whole new kind of excitement. You couldn’t help but feel a sort of power at the moment, knowing that he lies in your hands at the moment.

Then an idea popped into your head, and a smirk spread across your lips, and your hands wandered from his shoulders and down his abdomen. His body reacted to your every move, his hips bucking slightly, and the symphony of whines that left his plush lips.

“If you want my help…” You started as you reached the hem of his shirt, wrapping your fingers around it, “I need you to be a good boy and sit back.” Your words instantly had him nodding, back meeting the couch once more, causing you to smirk.

You then started to pull his shirt up, revealing his skin inch by inch, and your eyes drank in his toned abdomen. Yunho watched with wide, teary eyes as you pulled the edge of his shirt towards his face, your finger tapping his lips.

“Now I need you to keep quiet for me, baby, can’t have the neighbors hearing us.” You told him sweetly as he parted his lips slowly, allowing you to tuck the fabric in his mouth. He let out a needy whimper as his lips closed around the shirt, but he still nodded nonetheless.

Once the shirt was secure, you let your hands fall to his chest, scraping your nails along his skin lightly as you trailed down his abdomen. His breathing picked up the closer you got to his jeans, and the small, muffled noises only spurred you on as you leaned forward to press a kiss right on his sternum.

You trailed down his chest, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses in your wake, stopping every once in a while to pay special attention to spots that got you a reaction from the boy. The closer you got to the band of his jeans, the louder his muffled moans got, and his hips bucked up.

“Stay still, love,�� You told him, pressing your hands down flat on his hips to push him back down onto the couch. He groaned, head falling back as you continued to tease him, fingers tracing over his aching bulge and he swore that he would end up cumming like this.

However, you relented your touch when you felt he was getting a little too close, which only caused him to whine into the fabric in his mouth. With a smirk, you slid from his lap, your knees resting on the floor in front of him, and undid the button of his jeans and told him to lift his hips, which he did instantly.

A small gasp fell from your lips as you pulled his pants down along with his boxers allowing his hard cock to spring free. No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend's dick the sheer size never fails to catch you off guard. His tip was swollen with small beads of precum leaking from the slit, flushed an angry red.

Quickly recovering from your daze, you sat up on your knees, fingers trailing up his thighs, causing a whine to pull from his throat. You cooed at him as you leaned closer to his weeping cock and he looked down at you with glossy eyes. Tears brimmed along his waterline, and the sight caused your core to squeeze; the need to see him cry suddenly grew strong.

“Look at you, baby,” You teased as you leaned closer to where he needed you the most, but not quite touching him yet. “So needy, and I’ve barely touched you.”

You weren’t sure where this was all coming from, but seeing the gleam in his eyes that were begging you to do something made your chest swell. Even more so when the first few tears broke free and rolled down his flushed cheeks, the shirt falling from his lips as he opened his mouth.

“Please… baby, please.” He pleaded with a whiny tone causing your whole body to alight, your pussy started to ache and you rubbed your thighs to try and keep the need at bay.

“You look so pretty like this my love,” You told him as you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock causing a loud, choked moan to fall from his lips and his head to fall back. With slow strokes, you pulled more and more whines and broken moans from him.

“F-Fuck!” He cursed as your thumb brushed over the slit of his cock, collecting the leaking precum. More and more tears fell from his eyes as you took your time with him.

The sounds were like music to your ears as you continued to tease him with slow movements, waiting for the right moment to attack. That moment happened when his head fell back, his eyes rolling as you squeezed a little harder. Moving forward you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips around his tip.

The whimper that left his swollen lips made you moan around him, your body growing hotter by the second. You needed to hear more, so your movements picked up, causing his hips to lurch, and a loud moan tore from his lungs.

“B-Baby, fuck!” He cried out, his hand flying to your head as you took more of him in your mouth, sucking gently.

You hummed around him, resulting in his hips bucking up, whimpers cascading from his lips. His fingers threaded through your hair, keeping you in place, but you didn’t mind as you took him in even further until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Relaxing your jaw and throat, you started moving up and down his length, soaking in all of his noises and the tears that were still falling from his eyes. His hips buckled causing you to gag slightly but the way your throat contracted around his swollen cock had his eyes rolling back, pleas falling from his lips.

“I’m so close, please baby, please.” Choked cries fell from his lips as you continued to suck him off, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

It wasn’t long before he started twitching in your mouth, telling you that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, causing another string of whines to fall from his lips, and he pulled on your hair slightly. Then without any warning he came, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and you swallowed every last drop.

“F-Fuck!” He cried out weakly as you continued to suck him off until he was shaking in your hold, soft sobs leaving his lips. It wasn’t until his hand tugged on your hair that you finally relented and pulled away from his abused cock with a wet ‘pop’.

“You did so good, baby.” You cooed at him with a hoarse voice as you stood, knees aching in protest, but you ignored them.

You took in the sight before you, Yunho’s head lay back against the couch as tears continued to flow from his closed eyes. His chest was heaving as he came down from his high, and a thin layer of sweat made his skin glisten under the dim lighting.

“Let’s get you to bed now.” You spoke softly as you started to lean down to help him up, but a yelp escaped from your lips when he grabbed your arm, pulling you into his lap.

Situating yourself, you looked at him as he lifted his head, looking at you with hooded eyes once more. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything before his lips were on yours. The kiss was full of hunger and need, unlike the messy kiss from earlier, causing your body to melt against his. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes looking deep into yours before he spoke, “Thank you, my love, but now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Then his lips latched onto your jaw, trailing hot kisses down your neck, his hands wandering your body once more.

As he bit down on the soft spot of your neck, you knew that this night was far from over and that he wasn’t going to let you go until he was sure that you were repaid.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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LOST IN THE FIRE !

⊹₊˚. HAPPY 4/20 2025 — two baked and horny college students + a late night ritual to summon a hungry sex demon = a hot mess! but as satoru famously likes to say, what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ content, mdni. succubus fem! reader, recreational drug use (weed), crack taken very seriously, threesomes, humor, inaccurate demonic rituals, blood offerings but sexy, oral, unprotected sex, creampies, squirting, throat fucking, extreme marathon sex, ‘this is where you’re weak right’, lots of cum, handjobs, blowjobs, spit roasting, tit sucking, reader is sexy asf! wc / 12.6k DAMN

xoxo, juno: this idea came to me sober btw! happy 420, two months later. comment & rb if you enjoyed, lmk if you caught the jjk easter eggs i threw in teehee

“god, it’s really been too long.”

satoru exhales a cloud of smoke into the air, and he can feel the tension bleeding out of his slouching shoulders. weeks of built up stress dissipate along with the smoke, and for the first time in a while, he’s finally able to take it easy. he passes the blunt back to his best friend and squints at the laptop screen. it is dark in their apartment, and the air is thick with the heavy scent of weed, all thanks to suguru’s idea to hotbox the place. why follow the no smoking inside rule when you can shove a towel against the front door and keep the windows shut so the neighbors can’t smell it? honestly, fuck them—the people on the left always have something to say, especially to the landlord!

with a wry chuckle, suguru plucks the blunt from satoru’s fingers and raises it to his lips. “it’s been a month, satoru. you were literally the one who kept telling me to be your sobriety sponsor so you could focus on school and work.”

on the illegal (but free!) website, cocaine bear plays on the display, not yet in full screen. satoru loves to watch comedy movies, and this is the only one he’ll ever want to watch when he’s high. as for suguru, he either falls asleep or watches it too. the workload for classes has really amped up in the past few weeks, and as much as satoru hates to say or even think it, he’s genuinely been struggling. scheduling at work has also been a bitch, and utahime, his boss, has the nerve to turn her nose up at him even when he comes in early! if she wasn’t shoko’s girlfriend, satoru would mess with her endlessly.

diamond irises stand out brightly against reddening eyes as he blinks a few times, leaning in to better see the movie. soft voices and sounds pour out of the speakers, just loud enough to hear. the tip of satoru’s index finger lands on the touchpad, and he skates the mouse across the screen to dilate the movie’s picture when he notices a peculiar bookmark just under the search bar.

“what the hell, suguru?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth; legitimate curiosity and maybe a little excitement slip into the words, and before suguru can snatch away his laptop, satoru pulls it into his lap and scurries onto his own messy bed. “what’s this? it looks weird, i’ve never seen this site before.”

it’s true.

satoru has browsed nearly all corners of the internet, and not once in his twenty four years of living has he seen this website icon before. it’s a black circle with intricate white lines in a shape that he can’t quite make out, and when he dodges suguru’s attempt to drag him off the bed, he clicks onto the bookmark and kicks his feet childishly.

“dude,” suguru tries weakly, having managed not to drop the blunt. he grabs at his best friend’s flailing ankle and his lips twist downwards, an embarrassed heat creeping into his face. “listen. i promise, it’s really not what it looks like, hear me out—”

“‘how to summon a succubus in five steps’. what the actual fuck is this? suguru, if you’re going through a dry spell, why not just go to the bar near shoko’s place?”

“that’s—it’s a lesbian bar, satoru. for the record, i’d never be desperate enough to summon a succubus. it’s because of yuki, she kept hounding me about this shit. what, you think i’d voluntarily research something like this? she threatened to whip me off her motorcycle when i was on it.”

satoru’s face scrunches in disgust. he doesn’t really like to know that he has friends desperate enough to look into something like this, but at least she’s more suguru’s than his. they met in a similar class at some point and apparently hit it off well enough for her to pass something like this off to him.

“and you said yes? what happened to the stop, drop, and roll thing?”

“i was drunk and we were on a freeway. this was right after drinking at the lesbian bar, by the way. two women actually hit on me because i wore my hair down that night.”

“where was i? why didn’t you invite me to this little get-together, huh?” satoru sours immediately, already thinking too hard about when this may have happened to register suguru taking a seat on the bed beside him.

“at work,” suguru hums, scooping the laptop into his own lap to explore the web page, “i shouldn’t even be telling you this, but utahime organized it so you’d be stuck working late.”

of course it was her! satoru lightheartedly teases her about her hair bow or her occasional meltdowns when there’s too much work dumped onto her shoulders, and to get back at him, she decides to screw with his schedule. that’s too far, even for her. if he were soberly processing this information, he’d begin plotting revenge, but right now, he’s still thinking about the succubus thing.

“i hate her,” he whines pettily, pulling the blunt away from suguru to take a long, calming hit.

“don’t let shoko hear that.”

“are you—give that to me, i want to read it.” satoru is quick to regain control of the laptop, exhaling smoke through his nose as he navigates the dark webpage. the title, How to Summon a Succubus in Five Steps, runs along the top of the website in a bolded font. upon further inspection, satoru notices the lack of a back arrow and symbol that tells him this is a secure, private site. this website could potentially introduce a virus to the laptop, but suguru just looks on, waiting for his best friend to read the nonsense he’s been researching for the past week.

HOW TO SUMMON A SUCCUBUS IN FIVE STEPS

Before summoning any kind of spirit or demon, it is necessary to understand the

“satoru, why’d you scroll past the introduction? it’s actually informative.”

“i’m not reading all that,” he shrugs in reply, lip jutting out as he impatiently rolls down to the next set of bolded lettering. the laptop feels like it’s radiating more heat through his sweatpants; the screen flickers, flashing black for a split second before returning to normal. “dude, you need to charge this thing. cord should be on the floor, i saw it there earlier.”

after releasing an unwilling groan, suguru begins shuffling around to find the black charging cord. while he fishes around in a sea of clean though mismatched socks and papers for it, satoru clears his throat and begins reading aloud.

“‘to begin, you will need to arrange red candles in the shape of a circle and then light them.’ hey, suguru, while you’re up, can you grab some of your candles?”

suguru brushes his bangs out of his face and throws his friend a mildly annoyed look. “you just said red candles, and mine are all white or blue. also, i can’t find the goddamn charger, so once the laptop dies, that’s my sign to go to bed.”

“so you don’t wanna test out the stuff you’ve been researching? it’s better to go to all this effort so yuki knows it was a good idea to ask you for help. aren’t you the least bit curious anyway?”

“you don’t give a flying fuck about yuki,” suguru deadpans, crossing his arms. his eyes are droopy and red from the weed, but he still manages to speak in that sober monotone of his. clearly, he needs to help satoru finish that blunt all the way. “you’re just interested in the idea of fucking a spirit.”

“weed does more than soothe the mind,” satoru begins nonsensically, pinching his fingers together in a cone shape to make his point hit harder, “it activates the loins and controls every single craving a person could possibly have.”

“the loins?” suguru can’t help but parrot him, completely baffled and still standing like an elementary teacher scolding a bratty student.

“yes. smoke some more and you’ll start thinking with ‘em.”

because satoru never shies away from a challenge, he tips his chin up and smirks like he’s just spoken wise, socratic words. significantly slower than normal, the seconds creep by as they hold the eye contact. between the two of them, suguru is the first to crack, his lips curling back as he bursts into laughter, clutching at his sides as he wilts to the floor. likewise, satoru cackles along with him, unable to remember where he randomly pulled the word loins from—everything feels like it’s been slowed down, his surroundings hazy by the time he finally comes back to himself. while suguru fetches the candles from his room, satoru can’t stop giggling, even when he’s reading the next steps.

suguru arranges the candles in a sloppy, uneven circle and hits the blunt to reward himself, taking a seat on the floor to follow the upcoming instructions.

“‘before lighting any candles, obtain a piece of paper and a working pen.’ why the fuck would anybody use a dried out pen? uh, it says to ‘start this letter by addressing the goddess lilith. use her formal titles and then start writing your erotic thoughts or feelings. put everything out of your mind and focus only on requesting one of her succubi.’ you get all that, suguru?”

“yeah, i’m writing right now.”

“the instructions give a few examples but specify not to use them, so i hope you’re thinking original thoughts.”

messy words are scrawled into the paper, which crinkles against suguru’s thigh, growing wrinkly from being pressed into the material of his sweatpants. he’s trying not to press too hard and rip anything, but it’s kind of hard to focus on one specific thing when the most random thoughts are ricocheting through his head and exiting just as quickly as they came. he manages to finish his final paragraph kindly begging the goddess to consider his request, and signs his name under it. both the pen and paper are passed to satoru, along with a tight-lipped warning. “if you read that shit out loud, i’m taking you outside, satoru. in fact, don’t even look at it.”

in lieu of a verbal response, satoru dramatically rolls his eyes. “since it’s dark, i just rolled my eyes. we’re trying to summon a sex demon, so i don’t really get why you still have the nerve to be embarrassed. that should’ve passed the second you grabbed the candles, dude.”

suguru’s words on the paper were more thoughtful, more profound. satoru just writes a slew of horny things, like he’s trying to customize a video game character—please be soft, don’t be totally evil, please be open to letting me suck your tits. his final paragraph is respectful and kind of a copy of the one a few lines above it, but whatever! despite his insistence that satoru doesn’t read his writing on the paper, suguru hypocritically takes a small peek and groans aloud, pressing a thumb into his forehead.

“‘please be soft?’ what the hell does that even mean? need i remind you we are talking to a demon and could end up being cursed if we show even the smallest bit of disrespect?”

everything flies in through one ear and right out the other. careless as usual, satoru scoffs dismissively. “blah blah blah, it’s not even that serious. i get that you’re afraid, but like—”

“read the next step.”

“‘to seal this letter, prick your finger with a needle—’ hell no, that’s all you. ‘drip the blood onto the letter, light every candle in the circle, and meditate until you feel you’ve completely cleared your mind. then, without folding it, burn the letter and continue to meditate until a succubus comes forth.’”

suguru cringes, but ultimately decides that he must take the plunge. the best case scenario is that they complete the ritual accurately and nothing happens, but they are selfishly messing with the supernatural. he doesn’t know that much about demons, but the name holds a negative connotation—getting on the wrong side of one doesn’t sound appealing in the slightest.

“okay, it also says to cut your palm for more blood if you’re extra serious about this. i’m not doing any of that shit, by the way.”

“satoru,” he sighs exasperatedly through his nose, deadpanning the name, “you wrote in the letter too, so you also have to seal it, not just me.”

“ugh, can’t we just offer chocolate or something?”

suguru relents, because his high brain doesn’t entirely think that satoru’s suggestion is a bad one. no, it doesn’t align with the provided steps for this specific ritual, but during his extensive research, he came to learn that some rituals involved edible offerings and supposedly worked. “i’ll try offering blood, and you do the chocolate.”

“right!” satoru nods thoughtfully, under the impression that he just keeps getting smarter and smarter after he smokes. he proudly sticks up his index finger when he remembers the existence of his sweets drawer, which is always restocked on fridays, like clockwork. “do you want that needle or are you planning to bite your tongue?”

suguru grimaces as the scent of chocolate and sugary candy wafts through the air, thanks to satoru opening his underwear drawer. it is literally divided into two different sections—the left side is taken up by folded boxers and a jockstrap he hasn’t used since high school; the space on the right is claimed by an orange halloween bowl filled to the brim with mini chocolates, hard candies, and too many packets of konpeito.

when satoru comes back from the bathroom with a safety pin in hand, he’s giggling stupidly. it’s dark all over the apartment, and it’s well past midnight—the perfect conditions to summon a succubus. clumsily, he drops the safety pin into suguru’s extended palm and pulls the laptop off of the bed before taking a seat on the floor.

“i can’t believe we’re doing this,” satoru laughs dryly, dragging a hand down his warm face as one brief and sober thought passes through his mind, “i’ve been celibate for far too long, suguru. i think the lack of pussy is actually starting to get to me, i’m beginning to lose smell in my right ear—”

suguru wordlessly relights the blunt and hands it to his best friend. firmly gripping the unclasped safety pin, he jabs it right into his thumb and winces when it goes a little deeper than intended. he snatches the letter and swipes his bleeding finger across his signature, and practically throws it at satoru.

“you good?” smoke billows out of his mouth in thin wisps as he picks up the letter, noticing suguru sucking on his thumb. then, his eyes widen when he notices the wet streaks of red along the paper. “fuck. that’s . . a lot of blood for a dumb ritual, suguru.”

he starts to stand, planning to hunt down an ashtray and a bandaid, but suguru shakes his head, pulling at his leg. “it’s fine. in this case, more is better than less. just get the chocolate on the paper, we need to hurry up.”

he glances over at the laptop while satoru unwraps a hershey’s. it’s pretty much melting now from the heat of his hands, which makes it easier for him to swatch beneath his own signature. it looks weird, especially when compared to the streaks of blood a few inches up the paper.

satoru clears his throat, holding the blunt between his fingers while he skims over the screen again. the words feel harder to read now—it’s like they’re blurry and glitching out whenever his eyes land on the first word in a sentence. “uh, okay. ‘light every candle in the circle, and meditate until you feel you’ve completely cleared your mind. then, without folding it, burn the letter and continue to meditate until a succubus comes forth.’”

“let’s get this over with,” suguru assents, his thumb still spurting blood against the folds of his shirt. “i’ll light the candles and you burn the letter.”

“ew, this is pretty creepy.”

one by one, the peppermint candles are lit up. small orange flames flicker, dancing from side to side, and the light fills the room, giving it an eerie glow. satoru does not believe in spirits, but he shuffles a few inches closer to his best friend in case something spawns out of a candle. maybe he’s just paranoid, he realizes, but he makes no move to get away from suguru.

reluctantly, he reaches into the circle, the letter dangling precariously from between his fingers. he moves it over a candle’s flame, the only one in the circle with the smallest speck of blue, and lets the corner of it catch on fire. everything happens fairly quickly—the hungry flames engulf the thin paper, eating up the ink and offerings within a few seconds.

shit just got real, suguru recognizes, a sudden awareness prickling in the forefront of his mind. what the hell was he thinking? what kind of person writes some lustful desires on a piece of paper, signs their name, gets blood on it, and then burns it in a sinister circle of candles? his heart kicks against his ribs, and he wonders how he could possibly meditate peacefully when he’s more cognizant than he’d like to be at this point in time.

his tone leaves no room for questions when he demands, “hand me the fucking blunt, now.”

it’s a lifeline. trembling, he starts puffing away like an asthmatic in the throes of an attack, getting blood on the sides of it with his bad thumb. satoru starts to cough, his eyes watering from the huge clouds of smoke filling the room. heavy and hot, the mingling scents of burned paper and weed hang in the air like a weighted blanket. weakly, he reaches for an abandoned bottle of water under his bed and doesn’t hesitate to suck half of it down. now that he’s back to being comfortably wasted, suguru can meditate without thinking excessively. sure, there’s still a few thoughts that creep in, but he’s able to dismiss them and focus on a positive end goal to this whole ordeal. he swears to himself that he’ll never get involved with the occult again, whether or not this goes well—never again.

satoru crosses his legs and focuses on meditating, eyes closed as he hums long, unintelligible syllables to relax. not far behind him, the laptop is getting battery notifications; it’s about to die very soon, and yet the screen is the brightest it has ever been. suguru doesn’t notice, too engrossed in meditating alongside satoru. if they both channel positive thoughts, maybe this will end better than the way it started.

a light breeze hits satoru’s cheeks, leaving tingles in its wake. it is much cooler than it should be, considering the fact that the windows aren’t open and—the windows aren’t open. they are sitting in a dark room illuminated only by candlelight, with zero air flow. his eyes snap open, and he notices the flames frantically flicking from side to side.

“oh fuck, suguru. i swear to god there’s something else in here with us, don’t you feel—”

“don’t say anything,” suguru hisses, closed eyelids clenching, “go back to meditating. we gotta make sure we don’t piss it off.”

satoru’s throat is dry and his heart is pounding in his ears, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. okay, this spiritual mess isn’t funny or weird anymore—he is legitimately concerned about being haunted by a fucking demon. what if it’s because he offered chocolate and then the demon didn’t like it? or what if she did, and that’s why she’s going to come after him?

suguru also feels the breeze, but then a nearly unbearable heat tears through his body. it’s so unbelievably hot, strong as a fever, but then it crests right between his thighs. he swallows dryly, his throat clicking. it makes his skin sting under his clothes—the brisk air does nothing to soothe the scorching in his cheeks, and the presence of something else is indisputable.

beside him, satoru’s starting to twitch. he is deathly afraid and not expecting the very same heat to ignite in his gut; it’s like he’s an hourglass, except the sand is fast moving magma pooling between his thighs. he tries his hardest to concentrate on meditating, even though the sensations are really overwhelming him. just as he’s started to successfully gaslight himself into thinking that it’s just the weed, something physical brushes gently against his throat and sends a chilling wave of dread through his warming body.

it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, but satoru is extremely on edge nonetheless. “if i die,” he hisses, jaw clenching, “i will be haunting utahime for eternity.”

suguru must be experiencing his own turmoil, because he draws in a sharp breath and straightens his back against the edge of the bed. something both soft and sharp coasts along the slope of his jaw, with just enough pressure to slightly sting. an indecipherable mutter of words as quiet as a whisper echoes through the room, only growing louder with each pass between them. something beyond the two of them is definitely present by now.

this is really embarrassing and he feels like a total pussy, but satoru wants to grab suguru and huddle against him like a last-ditch effort to prevent from freezing to death on an icy tundra. he’s high out of his mind, which probably amplifies the paranoia, and he is uncomfortably aware of the fact that he has helped summon a demon into the very place he lives—yeah, this definitely takes the cake for his top three worst experiences ever.

gradually, the ominous sound climbs in volume until it finally evolves into a shout. what had at first been a low, unsettling hiss is now a deafening chant that blasts through both satoru and suguru’s heads; accompanying the noise is a pressure that’s strong enough to crush a soda can flat. it hurts more than anything ever has before, and just as suguru thinks he’s about to have an aneurysm, everything stops and falls completely silent. the quiet is still jarring to their ringing ears, and is more unsettling than anything else.

when you materialize in the room, you first notice the thick and musty smell of the place before anything else. it has earthy notes of smoke and herbs, but it’s been hanging in the air for so long that it is no longer pleasant. it’s fine, though, because your own scent supercedes the stench of the small apartment—a seductive and sickeningly sweet aroma fills the air, making the candles burn brighter. despite the room’s dim glow and darkness, you can very clearly make out the two male figures seated in front of you. you knew that they were there to begin with, though; fear rolls off of them in heavy, bitter waves that you can taste on your tongue.

both of them have their eyes closed, although the delicate skin of their eyelids seems to jump or twitch every now and then. perhaps they’re both caught in a nightmare and need to be awakened? you bend forward to observe one of them more closely, without stepping out of the summoning circle, and you reach out a hazy, half-formed finger to touch him. a sharp, manicured nail skims along suguru’s jaw, and he wills himself not to react, but the other man beside him jerks ever so slightly from the accidental graze of your tail against his throat.

when you’d been summoned, you were excited and expecting much more than whatever the hell this sorry set up is. two men were calling you to an apartment located in a busy suburb in tokyo, and their generous offerings appealed to your two favorite tastes. first, an excessive amount of blood, and second, a sweet snack known to humans as chocolate. a feverish sort of sensation rushes through your body, just from looking at them—without having stepped foot out of the circle of candles, you’re already feeling hot and bothered.

out of nowhere, suguru’s rock hard and nearly choking on his tongue at the feel of it. his cock throbs painfully against his thigh, the tip of it drooling precum into his boxers, and he’s shocked. this must mean that the ritual worked—they genuinely summoned a succubus with an online ritual from 2014.

a thin sheen of sweat forms on satoru’s skin, spanning his whole face and throat, while also dampening his chest underneath his black jujutsu tech shirt. if he knew a supernatural being would be seeing him in a shirt with the name of his college stamped across the front, he would’ve dressed up more for the occasion with a compression shirt of the same color. also, maybe if he wasn’t representing his college, you’d be unable to discern his whereabouts if you maliciously wanted to haunt him. but, like, aren’t spirits and the like all-knowing? does his shirt even matter?

it really looks like they’re asleep, or maybe caught somewhere in the fragile realm between consciousness and slumber. being a succubus for thousands of years simply means that you’ve developed a propensity for kickstarting the arousal of your conjurors, and so long as their offerings are worth something, what’s the point of keeping them waiting when they’ve put so much effort into calling you to them?

you lean in for a kiss, and it is nothing short of electric when your lips meet his. shocks of pure lust reverberate through both of your bodies at the delicious contact, and you can feel his energy swelling in the air immediately. suguru’s arousal is acidic on your tongue as you swallow it down, happily feeding off of such succulence. a mouthwatering tang stands out against the flavor, which amplifies the output of your own energy; in turn, this aggravates their arousal.

startled though buzzing with desire, suguru pulls back and kicks his feet out to protest against the invisible force. an entity has attached itself to his mouth, and it feels nice but also makes him freak the fuck out. the first thing he can think to do is scamper back and away from the circle, dragging you out of it as well. without the aegis of the sacred candles, you fully manifest in front of them, going from an inpercievable specter to what appears to be a half-clothed female human being, with a few unusual attributes.

at a loss for words, suguru releases an astonished gasp. satoru protectively slots himself beside his best friend, too shocked to think before he speaks. “what the fuck is that thing?”

in the thousands of years you’ve been a succubus, you’ve heard it all with previous summoners—goddess, woman, angel, demon, beauty, lady—but this is the first time you’ve been called a thing.

you rise to your full height, looking surprisingly intimidating. the unfurling of your black bat-like wings and the back and forth flick of your heart shaped tail is unusual enough for them to exchange a look of panic. you don’t usually keep them during sex since they can be a hindrance, but you’ve always assumed that they look more sexy than anything else. the fact that they’re so obviously afraid gives you some kind of wicked delight, which prompts you to spread them out further, casting a somewhat menacing shadow over the men.

raising a brow, you glare at the source of the voice; he’s looking toward the floor, unsure of where to direct his gaze. satoru’s diamond blue eyes widen a fraction when he hears your voice boom through the room, authoritative and dangerously demanding. is he starting to lose it or did the walls just shake? “repeat yourself, human.”

the last thing he wants to do is repeat himself, now aware of the severity of his mistake. for encouragement, suguru digs his elbow into satoru’s belly, urging him to respond. well, shit. how’s he supposed to respond? this is about to get extremely ugly, and even worse, he’s gonna die before he graduates college! he’s way too young for this shit! you can smell more panic leaking out of their souls, the miasma of it poisoning the air and overshadowing the pleasant arousal.

“uh, well. hm . . i was so startled i asked what kind of goddess you were. like, just look at you! anyone’s wires would get crossed seeing you appear in front of them. i’ve never been so blessed.”

the cracking of his voice makes his lies obvious. he’s only layering it on thick because he’s so afraid of what you might do—as he should be—but this is just pathetic. most thankful summoners would drop to their knees and bow or something, but this . . this is different. this is intriguing. you decide to toy with them a bit further, narrowing your eyes as you take a single step closer.

in vain, satoru tries to scoot back, only for his spine to press against the solid edge of his bedframe. carelessly summoning you has turned out to be a massive mistake, and to make matters worse, he just had to upset you! he wishes he could blame this on someone else, say it was yuki’s fault for putting the summoning idea into his head, but you don’t look amused.

you lean in, tail flicking dangerously behind you. the cloying air feels thicker in satoru’s lungs, like he’s drowning in a tub of honey and trying to breathe at the same time; the light scent in the air has shifted into something reminiscent of rotting fruit. he regrets having closed the window as per suguru’s instructions—it’s getting a little humid. it’s already too sweet. too nauseating.

after nodding quickly at suguru, he decides to open his mouth. you’re waiting for a real apology, aren’t you? surely it’ll help to clear up this grave misunderstanding. but then, you put your hands on your hips and your voice booms through the room once more.

“i should show you what it feels like to have your soul pulled apart thread by thread and then burned in the very circle you used to summon me.”

suguru’s stomach drops. this is actually the end. he’s gonna die and suffer in the afterlife because he decided to take on a succubus research project given to him by yuki, and didn’t hide it well enough from satoru. maybe if they weren’t thinking with the wrong heads, they wouldn’t be in this situation right now! they’d be watching cocaine bear for the thousandth time and eating a mix of snacks from satoru’s candy drawer if it hadn’t been for their stupidity.

he attempts to say something, but his mouth is completely dry. not a single word manages to form on his tongue, and all he can do is bow his head, pitifully begging for mercy. at his side, satoru looks shell-shocked, like he’s just seen a ghost—in all fairness, he’s currently looking at a variation of one—and tears gather in his eyes. there’s nothing he can do to save himself.

suddenly, you retract the bat wings, and light returns to the room, illuminating their faces. you drop to your knees in front of them, laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach as you double over. “oh my god!” you manage to gasp out, feet kicking wildly, “you should’ve seen your faces!”

satoru side eyes suguru. both wear the same blank expression, but neither let go of the other.

you sit up, sniffling. tipping your head to the side, you smile, all teasing and tickled. like you didn’t just scare the shit out of them by threatening to kill and curse them less than a minute ago.

“what the fuck,” satoru blurts out, pushing away from his best friend when suguru tugs at his shirt, shaking his head vehemently. “no, seriously, what the fuck?”

“satoru—i’m sorry, he didn’t mean to say that,” suguru attempts to intervene, pulling him back.

you shrug, tail flicking lazily, like that of a cat’s. “it sounds like he did. ‘what the fuck’ what?”

“why would you threaten to kill us? we literally gave you our blood and chocolate! didn’t you read the letter i burned? i specifically said ‘please don’t be totally evil’ in that thing! this seems very evil, y’know!”

“i haven’t stretched my wings out like that in a thousand years! it was really boring being stuck in purgatory, so i just felt like i had to shake things up. no hard feelings, right?”

suguru’s trying to process this information. he presses his thumb into his forehead, trying to sort it out aloud. “so—correct me if i’m wrong, but you were in purgatory for a hundred years and decided to threaten to kill us just for fun?”

“exactly! but i just said that, so why are you repeating me?”

satoru starts talking before suguru can rip into you, more focused on understanding. “what did you do to get stuck there for a thousand years? did you just float there or something? why couldn’t you stretch your wings out?”

you sit up straighter, tits bouncing with the movement. suguru’s totally pissed right now, but damn—even he can admit that you’re truly divine. the personification of beauty and lust all in one, sitting in his apartment. you’re sitting on your knees, facing satoru and focusing on him. good. you can’t see his thirsty ass drinking you in, his eyes tracing over every inch of you.

you’re scantily clad in too much clothing and not enough. black lace barely covers your tits, leaving just enough to the imagination—he can see your nipples through it—while black opera gloves extend from the tips of your fingers to the start of your biceps. suguru’s dark eyes crawl further, finding the sparkling beads lining your waist, and god, that does something to him. the gemstones on each strand in the small stack look otherworldly, impossibly unique and all you.

satoru’s listening to you answer his questions and watching you talk with your hands. “it was a punishment for fucking a demon. he summoned me once and then afterward, i kept coming to him of my own accord, which i wasn’t supposed to do,” you sigh dramatically, not even hiding the fact that you miss whatever demon you’re talking about. “he had a mouth on his stomach and like, four arms. could you even blame me for going back to him? of course not. anyway, purgatory’s kind of like the place between heaven and hell. there’s no passage of time or any entertainment. it’s kind of like sleeping, but with your eyes open and without being able to move.”

satoru’s trying to pick his jaw up and off the floor. how the fuck could demons with four arms and stomach tongues roam this very earth? he looks at you, motioning for you to continue. as much as he hates to say it, this is kind of interesting to listen to. “and the wings?”

“oh, they were taken away through a cursed technique. that’s just an ability that my higher ups have, nothing super important, but my wings were missing that whole time. i only just got them back.” suguru’s completely ignoring what you’re saying. he’s buried in his thoughts, too focused on the lower half of your body to notice anything that may or may not be happening. you’ve got these black leg garments on—he can only equate them to stockings or thigh highs, even though they look a little different than what he’d see in a clothing store. he sneaks a dirty glance at your panties, eyes lingering at the lack of coverage on your ass.

the black strings arch over your hips, leading into an extremely thin bit of fabric and lace covering your pelvis. maybe, just maybe, this succubus summoning ritual might actually be something he could be okay with.

“i saw that,” you say suddenly, calling him out. suguru looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and you can faintly see the red of his cheeks in the dark. “i can feel you looking at me. both of you.”

satoru scoffs, dismissively waving his hand in the air. “don’t start with the threats to kill us for looking at you. it’s not like your eyes are closed either.”

impressed, you raise a brow. his audacity sparks your curiosity and also your arousal. the effects can be felt throughout the room—suguru sits up straighter, and satoru adjusts himself.

“you did call me here for a reason. generously offered me blood and chocolate so i’d come.”

the mention of blood reminds suguru that he is still bleeding. it’s too dark to see clearly, but going off touch alone tells him enough; a lot of it has soaked into the lower half of his shirt and has probably stained it for good. he sees you inhale through your nose, detecting the faint traces of it in the air, and then you’re on all fours, creeping forward like a panther waiting to pounce. he swallows dryly, hearing the click of his throat, and isn’t sure if he should feel afraid or strangely turned on by the predatory look in your eyes.

you reach out and take his hand, nails lightly raking against his skin. he doesn’t pull away, even when you experimentally squeeze at his injured thumb and watch the blood bubble up. satoru glances at his best friend, wondering if you’re pretending to inspect suguru’s hand with the intent of biting it off. he understands that succubi are different than vampires, but after that stunt you pulled earlier? satoru can’t trust you completely.

something warm, wet, and silky soft envelops his thumb.

suguru tilts his head down, and your burning eyes meet his own. it’s nearly impossible not to moan as you suck on his thumb, tongue swirling around the sore skin in a way that manages to be delicate and effortlessly sexy all at once. all he can do is squirm and bite his cheek while satoru just watches, slackjawed. hell, if he knew he’d be getting this kind of treatment afterward, he would’ve offered plenty of blood! the sight gets him hot and bothered, way more than it should, and he emits a choked noise from beside his best friend, suddenly aware of how his boxers feel a few sizes too small.

“uhhh . . do you want any chocolate with that?” he’s halfway through the sentence when his voice breaks cutely, and your eyes flick toward him, glowing with amusement. “i’ve got plenty of kit-kats, if you’re into those.”

sighing softly through your nose, you let go of suguru’s finger with a pop to focus on his best friend. he looks over his finger incredulously, no longer feeling the wound’s sting; your saliva coats his skin and glistens in the low light. would it be weird if he wanted to taste it?

a sly smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. “the chocolate can wait until after i’ve had my fill of what i came down here for. i’ve been kept waiting for too long anyway.”

there’s a beat of silence. the tip of your tail drags slow and teasing along suguru’s throat, and satoru just stares at you like he can’t believe he’s gotten so lucky.

you raise a brow, feeling the lust flare in the air. the energy is plentiful and strong, fueling the cycle of desire—it arouses you, which reflects back to them more intensely. “you, let’s share a piece of chocolate.”

satoru looks confused, but reaches for the bar he used for the letter. “didn’t you just say you were done with the chocolate? did the thousand year imprisonment have any mental affects?”

you scoff, thinking through your list of comebacks. you could take the easy route and roll your eyes, saying something like i know what i said, i changed my mind but where’s the fun in that? you are the one in control here—if you willed it, they’d bow down to you—as you should be.

“i’ll fuck him on your bed while you watch,” you tilt your head toward suguru, whose eyes widen a fraction. did you just say you’d fuck him on satoru’s bed while also forcing the latter to watch? it makes some sense—you are a mischevious demon, after all. a very sexy and seductive one, at that.

satoru places the half melted piece of chocolate between his lips. you lift yourself into his lap and push your gloved hands into his messy hair before tugging his face toward your own. part of the chocolate breaks when you bite it and take it into your mouth; it’s light and sweet on your tongue, but satoru would taste a thousand times better.

chocolate smears against his lips as his mouth meshes with yours in a scorching hot kiss. the candy tastes much better when you’re perched on his lap and licking it out of his mouth like you can’t get enough. satoru lets out a debauched moan, more than pleased with how you’re kissing him—his cock is painfully hard against your ass, and despite the layers of clothing between your bodies, you can feel each inch of him.

suguru sits back and observes, feeling the heat of desire sweltering under his skin. fuck, you’re not even kissing him, and he wants to moan just from watching! are you really attractive or is he discovering something new about himself? satoru tips his head down, trying to change the angle of the kiss, and your fingers are already on his chin, tilting his face up without any concern of being gentle or not. he groans, weakly attempting to grind you down on his cock.

“shit,” suguru mutters, reaching toward the waistband of his sweatpants.

with one final dip of your tongue into his mouth, you pull away from satoru and look just in time to catch the feverish devastation flash across his face. you might be starving for some sex, but nothing beats the slow burn of foreplay—it’s more than necessary right now.

“your turn, suguru,” he’s flushed and breathing a little heavier than usual, but he nods, stretching out his legs for you to come and sit on his lap. instead of situating yourself the same way you did on satoru, you balance your weight on your knees, positioning them on either side of his thighs. “oh,” you coo, swiftly undoing the tie of his neat bun, “look at this gorgeous hair.”

brightening at the compliment, he gives you a half smile. “thank you. i actually—”

in the background, satoru groans, sounding petulant when he interrupts his best friend. “okay, suguru. you’re gonna bore her if you start going on about the shampoo and oils you use.”

“i was going to say that i actually think the bed would be more comfortable right now.”

he’s in the middle of his stupid bickering with satoru when your soft hands slide against his neck and immediately draw his attention. you shush him with a low, quiet sound and lean in for a kiss that instantly adds a dangerous amount of fuel to the fire raging deep in your belly. you’re nearly sick with desire and drowning in the overwhelming waves of everything that accompanies it—there is so much that the excess seeps into your movements, making every single one all the more intoxicating.

satoru’s a little pissed. actually, scratch that, he’s a lot pissed. he’s being forced to sit back and watch the succbus that he helped to summon ignore him for his damn best friend. yes, suguru deserves some love, but not this much! you’re rocking your hips over his lap and swallowing all the soft sounds he makes, sometimes muffling them with your own, and it is genuinely one of the worst things he’s ever had to watch. you must feel his eyes on you, or you really like suguru’s hair, because you thread your fingers in it and tug hard enough to elicit a drawn-out groan of fuuuck that comes from deep within his chest.

“ahem. allow me to remind you that i helped to summon you too. do i look like some kind of cuck to you?” satoru practically spits the question out, narrowing his eyes at the both of you. “suguru, don’t you dare say yes.”

“if he won’t say it, i will,” you tease, throwing him this smarmy smile even though he shakes his head in warning. as expected, you just ignore it. “yes, you do.”

you stand, much to suguru’s dismay, and with a wave of your hand, both your tail and wings disappear into thin air. now, you look completely normal—if being flawlessly beautiful is a normal human trait. the bed creaks gently under you as you lay back against the pillows, looking like a medieval queen upon her throne, and with a single finger, you beckon them closer.

“show me why i should grant your requests. both of you.”

the mattress dips under satoru’s added weight when he sidles up beside you and pulls you into another sweet kiss. since he isn’t quite sure where you’re okay with being touched, he decides to play it safe by cradling the side of your face with his palm—you can feel the energy spike in the air and taste the comfortable petnames he whines into your mouth.

reverant as can be, suguru bows forward and slots himself between your thighs, tossing your legs over his shoulders. he’s radiating enough warmth to be comparable to a damn oven—even through his shirt, you can feel the shape of defined muscle. a shockwave bolts right to your pussy at the thought of stripping them both naked; but you can’t rush. not yet.

wait, this is totally insane! too many thoughts race through suguru’s mind at once, but he doesn’t allow the doubt to impede his rhythm. even the idea of fucking a succubus and ruining sex for the rest of his life doesn’t stop him! those soft lips of his drag hot and languid against the tender skin of your inner thighs, scattering kisses around the place where you need him most. he wonders if succubus pussy tastes different than that of a human’s, and feels his cock leak at the idea of it. it’s painful, being this hard—you must have some kind of divine effect on him.

with your tongue in his mouth, satoru can’t think. he’s completely blissed out, his diamond eyes unfocused and blurry as you kiss his judgment away with those pillowy lips. just when he’s pressing you closer instead of taking a moment to breathe, you grab him by the dick and squeeze. your grip is firm and authoritative, leaving no room for resistance—not that he’d want to, of course.

sharp and delightfully startling, your teeth sink into his lower lip. the light sting reverberates through his head like an echo in an empty hall, and fuck—he gasps, eyes rolling back into his skull. how the hell is he meant to show you that he deserves to have his ridiculous requests granted when you’re playing him like a violin, tugging his heartstrings every which way?

“you’re awfully sensitive, satoru,” you giggle, twisting your wrist. “i haven’t even gotten my bare hands on you yet.”

yet, you say, like you haven’t practically broken him already. he huffs, blowing hair out of his face, and attempts to regain any semblance of control. “well, neither have i.”

you tug your gloves off; suguru’s nose bumps against your clothed clit and you let out a moan, face scrunching. he’s right there—so god damn close to where you need him and still refusing to give. you glance down, only to be met with a smirk and eyes that are twinkling with mischief. have you met your match?

“use your words,” he punctuates his demand with a slow, agonizing drag of his tongue over the thin fabric of your panties. he’s looking at you like he’s daring you to snap at him, like he’s just waiting to show you what he’ll do—what an asshole.

you hum thoughtfully, focusing on suguru while your hand dips beneath satoru’s waistband and teases his cock through his boxers. “i’ll bite. i want you to devour me like a sweet fruit—juices pouring down your chin as you lick the excess from your fingers to savor all of it.”

the piquant visual makes his mind hazy. if you want to be devoured, then devoured you shall be.

“what, you’re gonna leave me hanging?” in an attempt to level the playing field, satoru gropes at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. there. now you’re both grabbing one another.

“poor baby wants attention, huh?” you run your thumb over the tip of his cock, pressing at the wet spot on his boxers. satoru absolutely hates to admit it, but this banter with you is annoyingly enjoyable. your little prank had seemed like a true, honest to god curse, but this is a blessing—each exchange turns up the heat more and more.

suguru’s tugging your panties down your hips, careful not to bring your thigh highs down too. hooded and flushed, his eyes are focused only on your body but do occasionally flick over to satoru, who’s putty in your hands. he goes back and forth with you like his bratty ass usually does with anyone he first meets, and you dish it out right back to him. what a sight.

with an unfortunate rip, your panties are torn off you and the mess of lace is tossed haphazardly to the floor. you arch a brow at suguru, who only shrugs, smirking as he draws closer to your messy cunt. his flutter shut as he runs his tongue through your folds for a taste, and fuck, he really does want to devour you. he’d sit you on his god damn face if he could and let you ride his tongue for hours, until it got so sore he could barely talk the next day.

saccharine and something close to ambrosian, your pussy tastes like all of the good things in this world. it’s addicting, the kind of thing he’d want to come home to on the table every day, and he lets out a deep groan that reverberates through your lower body. his hands come up to your hips and he drags you closer, burying his face against you so he can truly drink you in. the tip of his nose rubs against your clit and feels like an electric shock that zips through your stomach.

“fuck,” you breathe, head falling back onto the pillows, “you know how to use that tongue, don’t you?”

satoru doesn’t say anything. doesn’t ask for your attention, doesn’t make any witty comments about you being more focused on his best friend. he just acts, tucking his face against you and pressing kisses to the slope between your neck and shoulder. most of them are wet and mouthy, while a few of them have a little teeth. large hands come up to your chest and pull away the skimpy lace; the bra is replaced by his palms, and it feels like he’s won when you let out a sigh.

“have at it, satoru. i suppose you’ve earned it.”

a mess that’s equal parts his and yours coats suguru’s flushed cheeks as he slurps up your pussy, holding your hips so tightly that you can only move forward. each pass of his tongue is oh so rough as it dips between your folds, seeking more of your sweetness; he lets out muffled groans and shakes his head from side to side, pressing his nose directly into your clit.

his long, dark hair makes its way into his face, but even so, he pushes forward. it might be a bit of a ticklish distraction, but it will not stop him—nothing could, not even you genuinely threatening to destroy his soul with your bare hands.

satoru moans happily when he gets one of your nipples in his mouth. your skin is so soft, just like he’d wished for, and your tits are like heaven’s version of a pillow. he could lay against you and suck your tits all day long, if you let him. hot and overly eager, his tongue swirls around your hardened nipple while he tweaks the other between his fingers, making sure not to leave you feeling unsatisfied.

with one hand, you push your hands through suguru’s hair, dragging your nails against his scalp. the contact makes him sigh into your pussy, but what really gets him is when you wrap it around your hand and tug like he’s some kind of misbehaving dog on a leash. he grunts noisily, his hips instinctively rutting into the bed for some friction.

“oh my god, suguru. you look so fucking good when you’re making a mess, sweetheart.”

you calling him a sweetheart is going to be the death of him, he swears. it’s already enough that you’re saying his first name, but now you’re throwing petnames around—don’t you know he’ll make you cry for that?

“and you, satoru,” you purr, arching into his touch, “you’ve got my attention now.”

with renewed vigor and sinful intent, your hand moves between his boxers and sweatpants. he sucks harder at your tit, the edges of his teeth grazing the nipple; your fingers loosely curl around the clothed head of his cock. nobody’s getting naked until you cum—if either of them thought this was a lot, they’re in for a succubus-style surprise in the next few minutes.

you stroke him lightly, focusing more on pressing the pads of your fingers into the soft underside of his tip. every touch there makes him gasp and buck into your touch, desperate for more. satoru’s starting to pinch your nipple between his fingers, and the pain that goes with it feels so good, especially when it’s combined with suguru’s mouth between your thighs.

it’s not enough.

there’s so much of your slick coating his face, but he still needs more.

suguru lets go of your hips, changing the positions of his hands. one palm presses into your lower stomach, and he pauses, sucking your clit while he slides two thick fingers inside of you. the sensation of being almost full makes you moan, your hips rolling forward, and you unintentionally squeeze the tip of satoru’s cock, nails digging into the sides.

everything blurs into a nasty whirlwind of spit, sex, and the like from there.

saliva coats much of your sore tits by now, but satoru’s head never comes up. he’s too busy biting at your nipples and then laving his tongue over them to make up for it—whenever you like what he’s doing, you stroke him a little harder. tighter, too, if you’re really feeling it. suguru’s grinding against the bed while he eats you out, something that he’d picked up once you’d started to pull on his hair. the sounds that come from your sloppy cunt are truly obscene—loud, wet slurps and sucks fill the room along with the moans from all three of you.

suguru’s pressing down on your lower belly, because he knows that it makes you feel extra good; selfishly, though, he just wants to feel how tight you can get. he’s lost track of how long he’s been between your legs, and normally, he’d get tired, but the arousal raging through his body keeps him going. so does your hand in his hair—you’re tugging him around, taking all that he gives, and fuck, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

“mmmm, baby,” hot and heavy, satoru’s panting against your chest and rutting into your hand, chasing the friction you’re giving him just enough of, “s-shit, that pace—i’m so close, so close.”

your lips round around a moan of suguru’s name; your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, and his eyes flit up to meet yours. again, that same daring look—although he looks more debauched this time, with his flushed, sweaty skin and the lower half of his face buried in your cunt.

pent up with an otherworldly amount of arousal, satoru’s cock throbs in the palm of your hand and his breaths become more frantic, more gasping. he’s trembling, clinging to you with both arms, and you laugh, taking the words right out of his mouth. “you’re gonna cum, huh? you’re really gonna make a mess in your clothes?”

it’s said with a derision that would stop any normal person in their tracks, but satoru just moans, nodding shamelessly. you continue on, fingers tightening around him. “oh, talk about being dirty. you really like the idea of that, don’t you? my god, and i’m supposed to be the sex demon here.”

satoru whines, and it’s most definitely his lust speaking for him when he says, “keep talkin’ dirty to me.”

electric euphoria hisses through your veins, and you’re quick to realize how close you are. just beneath suguru’s large palm, an unstable pressure seethes like magma in a volcano—ultrahot and undeniably explosive. something’s coming, and it’s not just you and satoru.

your fingers press into the underside of his cock, and it’s so damn sensitive there that he gasps sharply, nearly choking on his own spit. you fight the wavering in your voice and lean in close, so that your warm breath fans against the shell of his ear. “this is where you’re weak, right?”

that’s it.

satoru dies and ascends to heaven right then and there. he cums hard, spilling white and hot into your hand, cock jerking with the aftershocks. slumped against you and reeling from the ecstasy racing through his body, satoru has been pronounced dead. for now, at least.

you wipe your cum covered hand across his shirt, feeling the sharp ridges of his abdominal muscles through the fabric. with him taken care of, you can now focus on the main event—suguru can’t even breathe as you rock your hips into his mouth, your face scrunched with concentration.

having pinpointed your sweet spot, his fingers curl deep and hard into the soft tissue. it’s a bullseye if you’ve ever known one. suguru stares up at you like it would physically hurt him to look anywhere else; you can see the hunger buried in his eyes, they way it twinkles as you hump against his open mouth.

“fuck, suguru,” you moan, voice breaking, “i-i’m gonna cum, oh my god—‘m gonna cum.”

you cum hard, pussy squirting like a waterfall and squeezing so damn tight around his fingers that they’re forced out. finally, after what’s been a beautiful eternity, you release his hair so he can pull back and breathe. he does, briefly gulping in some air before swan diving right back between your thighs for more?!

his tongue drags along your soaked inner thighs, and he laps up all of the excess cum before sitting up on his knees. a mix of cum and spit covers more than half of his face, making his skin shine—he really did eat you like a juicy fruit, didn’t he? suguru makes no move to wipe the wetness dripping down his chin, but instead smirks triumphantly.

“i want—i want a taste, suguru. you were hogging her pussy the whole damn time.”

satoru stirs, seemingly coming back to life. wait, did he actually fucking pass out for a minute?

his best friend scoffs, rolling his eyes. “have at it, satoru. i’m sitting up here now.”

satoru’s fingers close around suguru’s wrist, and he pulls his hand toward his mouth. satoru momentarily sucks at suguru’s sticky fingers before the latter puts an end to it, tugging away. if he had a nickel for every time someone sucked on his fingers, he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, and in one night, nonetheless!

the delicate strands of beads on your waist jangle softly, and their heads snap in your direction. you’re on all fours, looking at them with those smoldering eyes that say more than your mouth does, and something in the sweet air shifts. their pulses quicken; their bodies move before they can even think about it.

suguru taps his sticky fingers against your lips and pushes them into your open mouth, letting you taste yourself. “i want to see what this mouth can do, sweetheart.”

satoru’s hands are settling on either side of your waist, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “god, i’ve been waiting for this. pretty pussy for an even prettier girl.”

“please, keep talking to me like i’m a human. we’ll see where it gets you, satoru.”

he smacks your ass, uncaring of the fact that you could smite him if you so wanted to. “the wings and tail are gone, babygirl. since we just proved ourselves as worthy, let’s all pretend to be normal human beings.”

“if you wanted me to keep it normal, we’d be sitting around waiting for you to get hard again. had it not been for my power, you’d—”

suguru tilts your chin up, using your cheek to wipe away the wetness from his fingers. “we’re helping you as much as you’re helping us. satiating that appetite of yours is gonna take a while, so why not go along with it?”

that is true. truthfully, you’re just pushing them around because you can, but they’ve either seen through your act or don’t give a damn about the extra respect. you won’t kill them. you answered their summons with an agenda of your own, one that requires their participation.

“i haven’t played the role of human in a thousand years,” you say contemplatively, just to look like you’re being slowly convinced rather than immediately admitting defeat, “fine. fuck me well and i’ll go along with it equally as well.”

the ritual of undressing begins. you watch as suguru divests himself of his long sleeved shirt and his baggy lounge pants, tossing both articles of clothing onto the floor without looking back. luckily for them, nothing is thrown onto a lit candle. satoru’s clothes come off too, his cum smeared shirt flying over your head and landing on top of the clothing pile.

something akin to nervous excitement swirls in your chest. it’s been a thousand years, and you’re finally back at it again—taking two cocks from the get go. being double stuffed isn’t necessarily a new experience, especially with your past flame, but this is a little bit different. instead of having two cocks in one hole or one in your pussy, the other in your ass, you’re going to be taking one down the throat while getting fucked.

you’re excited, there’s no doubt—satoru’s dragging his tip along your slit, gathering spit and cum to use as lube—and thinking of finally being used again wipes the worry from your subconscious. it’s been so long you can’t even remember what a human cock felt like; the last two demon dicks left quite the impression on both holes, superceding all else.

long, thick, and curving to the right, suguru’s cock bobs in front of your face. you have to tilt your head back just to look up at him fully—there’s so much muscle defining every inch of his body, shaping it into something strong and sturdy. his arms flex as he ties his hair back, into some kind of half up, half down style for better movement.

precum beads at the wet tip, some of it dribbling down. the sight is absolutely appetizing; saliva pools on your tongue, and your throat aches for him. he decides to tease you for a moment, before remembering that he’s actually denying himself relief as well.

suguru guides his tip along the seam of your mouth, getting your lips glossy. he looks down at you, his eyes droopy, and he chuckles. “what’s the matter? too big to fit, honey?

you roll your eyes, opening your mouth. your teeth gleam in the dark, sharp at the ends and a little predatory. “i can always cut you down to size.”

satoru presses the head of his cock forward, working only the first few inches into your pulsing cunt. “that’s not how humans talk about dicks, baby. you should say something like, ‘yeah, but i still want to give it a try’. hear the difference?”

“if i were you, i’d worry about not passing out this time,” you snicker, raising a brow in suguru’s direction. “i won’t actually bite. you have my word.”

“uh huh,” he works a hand into your hair, threading it tight around his fingers, and only then does he bring his hips forward. his cock slides into your mouth, the weight of him hot and heavy on your tongue. faintly, you can taste the subtle saltiness of his precum on your tongue, and god does it make you crave more. suguru exhales sharply once he bumps into the back of your throat, his shoulders relaxing. “not too deep, hm?”

you nod in assent. behind you, satoru pushes deeper and deeper, moving as slowly as he possibly can. for what reason, you don’t know—but the feeling is all that matters right now. it’s as frustrating as it is pleasant, which pisses you off, but there’s nothing you can say about it.

suguru’s starting to rock his hips into your face when satoru’s nails dig into the soft skin of your waist, leaving marks between the strands of beads. “oh my fucking god. how the hell are you this tight? suguru, it’s—she’s literally sucking me in. you have to see this.”

“not right now,” suguru shakes his head and his bangs bounce with the movement. he’s focused on how god damn tight your throat is, and how every single gag of yours makes it even better. everything in his body is telling him to choke you with his cock, fuck your face until neither of you can breathe, but he doesn’t. he’ll take it easy on you, just for now.

satoru finally bottoms out, seven inches deep into heaven. your walls are pulsing around him, sucking him as far in as possible, and he almost feels offended. it’s like your body thinks he wants to pull out—but how could he, when you feel like this? why the fuck would he want to?

“i’m not as gentle,” he growls, pulling your ass snug against his hips. “i’ll fill up this pussy again and a-fucking-gain. you saw it earlier—i don’t mind making a mess.”

you can only let out a gurgled moan around suguru’s cock, spit pouring down your chin. he talks a big game—you’re more interested to see if he can back it up.

once suguru feels like you’re accustomed to his cock and tired of feeling the restraint ripple through his shallow thrusts, he pauses to let you breathe through your nose. “i taught you how to take it, huh?” you nod, clearly interested in what he has to say next. “i want to see if you can put those skills to use, sweetheart. open.”

because he’s still bitter about you having scared the shit out of him and his best friend, satoru slams into you the moment you open your mouth and suguru’s cock goes in. a wide, almost evil smile spreads across his face when he hears you choke; that was his revenge for your little joke a while ago, and this will be to fulfill his own selfish desires.

satoru’s heavy balls smack into your clit with every frenzied thrust of his hips. he’s chasing his high, that sweet feeling of ecstasy that comes along with filling someone up; he also wants to leave some kind of evidence that he was lucky enough to have you, preferably something that you’ll remember. if your exhausted pussy is oozing load after load of his cum, you’ll definitely commit him to memory.

“shit, baby,” the image of you conjured by his mind’s eye is powerful enough to make him whine like a bitch as he ruts into you, “all you’ve done since we summoned you is drive us crazy. ready for some fuckin’ p-payback?”

“she’s too busy to answer you,” suguru sounds both broken and triumphant as he fucks your mouth, savoring the sounds of your wet moans and occasional gags. “this throat’s all i could need for payback. fuck, you really are a fast fuckin’ learner.”

the claps of your ass are loud, ringing through the apartment like gunshots, but none of you could bring yourselves to care about any future noise complaints. your throat is being fucked open while your pussy is stuffed full at the same damn time—maybe this was worth waiting a thousand years for.

satoru’s hand comes to press down hard against your lower belly, making you squeeze tighter around his cock. the added pressure makes it feel like he’s all up in your lungs, punching the breath out of you with each feverish slam of his hips. spit and cum drip down your inner thighs in sticky trails, staining your lacy stockings; a lot of it has gotten all over satoru’s pelvis, strings of it connecting his skin to yours.

you let out an inhuman mewl as suguru’s cock plunges into the very back of your throat, leaving a dent that is uniquely his. you can faintly hear yourself sobbing over the sound of your pounding heart, can feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. this is good, so good—but it feels like too much and too little at the same time. they’re both giving it to you pretty well . . perhaps you’re just insatiable after a thousand years without sex.

suguru breaks first. “i want you to swallow every last drop, and you’re gonna show me that pretty fuckin’ tongue before you do, ‘kay?”

“you’re so nasty,” satoru pants, exerting himself too much to even laugh, “fuck. i’m not that far off either, baby.”

bittersweet cum spills into your mouth, hot and thick on your tongue. suguru’s groaning as he lets go of your hair, looking down to see you follow through on what he asked you to do. you open your mouth, showing off the mess on your pink tongue, and he actually moans at the sight.

“you’re fucking incredible,” he can’t even finish his sentence in peace; you make a big show of swallowing it and making your throat click. “you’re such a good girl.”

“then where’s my reward?” you rasp, sounding even better than before.

“right here,” satoru reaches a hand around your body, his fingers easily finding your swollen clit. his ministrations are executed with the same dexterity he’d exercised on your nipples; each rub or pinch sends sparks shooting through your veins. “cum all over this cock, baby. in fact, scream my name while you’re at it.”

suguru scoffs, hand on his cock as he sits back and watches. “you’re impossible.”

your arms collapse under you, and your body tilts forward, ass going up like a seesaw. “oh my god,” satoru grits his teeth, watching you writhe against the mussed blankets and listening to you moan, “y-you’re so fuckin’ deep, satoru. right there—oh!”

his eyes roll back when you fuck him back, throwing your ass back onto him to meet each and every single one of his sloppy thrusts. you’re angling your hips with each swing, forcing the tip of his dick into this soft spot inside of you, one that’s close to your cervix.

“fuckfuckfuck—ugh, i’m gonna cum,” satoru’s fingers are staggering, shaking on your clit, and his chest is heaving, working to breathe against the impending euphoria. he comes undone with a delicious groan that dissolves into smaller, bitten whines; it’s the heat of his cum shooting deep into you that pushes you over the edge next.

“‘m cumming, satoru,” you manage, your voice breaking pitifully. wave after wave of bliss crashes over your body, nearly drowning you, and it’s a god damn mess when you cum. you’re shaking so hard your teeth are chattering, squirting cum all over satoru’s pelvis while you’re at it; he teases your clit rather roughly and laughs as more sprays onto his skin.

something warm slides against your skin as suguru lifts your face from where it’s pressed into the bed. sticky cum covers both of his hands, and you can only surmise that he was jerking himself off while he watched you and his best friend. “you still with us, angel?”

you are everything but an angel, but you still respond to the petname, nodding. there’s this wild gleam in your eyes that tells him everything he needs to know—suguru just nods, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“whew, holy fuck,” satoru steadies himself with a hand on your back, not wanting to pull out of you just yet, “did you actually just squirt on me, baby? this is some next level pussy magic.”

. . .

the bed rocks under all three of your bodies, scraping along the floor and groaning dangerously from the movement on it.

round after round, position after position, orgasm after orgasm.

it’s a neverending cycle that leaves the three of you slick with sweat, panting with exhaustion, and messy with ungodly amounts of cum. suguru slides his cock out of your fluttering cunt with a groan, both him and satoru watching as load upon load of cum oozes out. you never tell them it’s time to take a break—if one’s tired, you’ll fuck the other, or take them at the same time—in fact, you tell them that it’s not enough.

god, you’re insatiable.

satoru gathers the hot globs of cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside you, using the excess as lube for your abused clit. an acidic mix of unequal parts affection and lust hisses through his nerves upon hearing you whine out his name—it’s all your voice has been reduced to thanks to merciless throat fucking and screaming elicited by being split open on their cocks.

this is the nth round of the night—early morning, actually. they’ve been fucking you for a few hours straight, mostly because you’re so horny that it impacts them, but also because your presence opposes refractory periods. it almost hurts, because neither have much left to give, but then you’re pulling another orgasm out of them and nothing feels real again.

eventually, the bedframe snaps with a deafening crack, but nobody stops. in fact, it just reminds you to change positions—satoru fucks you on your side while you sixty-nine with suguru, who sucks your clit and playfully nibbles at it when you choke on his cock. but once that’s over and done with, they’re getting creative as they hoist you off of the bed and take turns fucking you while standing up.

by the time it’s over, you’re left with two uniquely satoru and suguru shaped dents in your stomach.

. . .

“suguru!” mussed with sleep and looking wild because of it, satoru pushes at his best friend, who’s asleep on the floor. how the hell did he even manage to fall asleep when there’s so much debris strewn around? papers, socks, and clean shirts that were once folded surround his body like the chalk outlines at a crime scene. “suguru, dude, c’mon. get up already!”

“what,” suguru deadpans, pushing his hair out of his face. the first thing that he notices is how dry his fingers are when they accidentally graze against his forehead. huh. he could’ve sworn that hand was bloody from a thumb injury. “why are you hassling me first thing in the morning?”

“first, it’s one o’clock in the afternoon, and second, i had the craziest dream. you’ll never fucking believe it.”

there’s a beat of silence before suguru’s brows furrow in realization.

“i did too.”

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Dad!lads and their children not wanting them to 'steal' your attention ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier — <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

RAFAYEL — "my turn!"

You sat comfortably on the couch, a gentle smile tugging at your lips as Seraphina rested in your lap, arms loosely wrapped around you like a koala, her tiny high pitched voice filling the room with endless stories about her day.

"...and then, uncle thomas' daughter, she brought this bubble wand! like big bubbles, mommy! Like, bigger than my face!" Seraphina exclaimed, eyes wide and expressive. "And then I tried to pop it with my nose, but it popped before I got there, so I think I need a faster nose."

You chuckled, brushing your fingers through her soft hair. "A faster nose, huh? Sounds like we need to train it.”

She gasped in mock seriousness, "Yeah, like nose push ups!"

The two of you giggled in sync just as Rafayel wandered in, paint smudged slightly on his forearm and his energy softened by the effort of his most recent piece. He spotted the two of you—your daughter cuddled close to your chest, your eyes so tender as you listened, and something in him just melted immediately. Without a word, he came to sit beside you, exhaling softly.

Seraphina barely acknowledged him, too caught up in recounting how she tried to race a random squirrel in the park and “almost won.”

Rafayel leaned his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. You welcomed his touch and leaned into him, your cheek pressing gently against his forehead. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you with the quiet clinginess of someone who’d missed you, maybe not for long, but long enough to feel it in his chest.

You kissed his forehead without needing to say a word. He sighed again, content.

That is, until a tiny hand poked his cheek.

Seraphina turned her head just slightly, squinting at her father with narrowed, suspicious eyes. But when you hummed again, encouraging her to continue, she ignored him, for now.

Rafayel shifted closer, his head now tucked into the crook of your neck. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your skin, inhaling your scent with a kind of reverence that made you blush a little. His arm around you tightened just slightly, like he was grounding himself.

Unfortunately, Seraphina was not having it.

She made an annoyed noise and shuffled, a little more squished now between the two of you. She tried to scoot back into your lap further like she was trying to reclaim lost ground.

“Daddy,” she huffed. “Go away…! I want mommy!”

Rafayel chuckled against your skin, low and amused, ruffling Seraphina’s hair as she pouted.

“Hey now..” he teased, “I was here first in spirit.”

Seraphina scowled and smacked his hand away weakly, “Daddy! Stop stealing mommy!”

She wrapped her arms around your middle now, glaring at her father like he was the villain of her princess story. Her small hands gripped your shirt as she dramatically clung to you. You gave her a kiss on the forehead to soothe her, gently laughing. “There’s enough of mommy to share, princess.”

“No!” she insisted, “It’s my turn!”

Rafayel’s arms didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled both of you closer and nuzzled against your neck again.

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, voice smooth but sleepy. “She’s my wife. I need her touch to recharge,” he added.

“She’s my mommy!” Seraphina growled with as much authority as a four year old could muster. With surprising determination, she carefully stood up on your lap and went between you and rafayel, trying to push him away with her little hands.

“Daddy, move! It’s my turn with mommy!” she declared.

You nearly burst out laughing at the sight, your daughter trying to push her father away, trying to weakly shove him off the couch while Rafayel just laid there dramatically, acting like Seraphina actually pushed him away, and his arms spread out like he’d been defeated in battle.

“Ahh, the betrayal…” he jokingly said. “Wounded by my own daughter.”

“Daaaaddyyyy!” she whined louder now, clearly not in the mood for games.

“Alright, alright,” you said through your laughter, scooping her gently in your arms before she ended up headbutting someone. “Let’s make a deal, five more minutes of mommy time, and then daddy gets one kiss. Fair?”

Seraphina crossed her arms, glaring at Rafayel. “...Fine. But only one. And it has to be a quiet kiss.”

You turned to Rafayel who raised his brows playfully, “Didn’t know kisses came with volume settings.”

“Daaaaddy!” she whined again.

You laughed again, leaning in to kiss him softly, sweet, and warm, short enough to appease Seraphina but just long enough to make Rafayel sigh in mock defeat once more.

CALEB — little drama queen

You were sitting in the living room, legs folded comfortably, while your daughter lay flat on her stomach in front of you, muttering something about gymnastics and how “her spine felt like spaghetti now.”

She’d been trying to do backflips all morning. On the couch. On the floor. Off the edge of the bed. Caleb told her she needed supervision, and a mat, and maybe a coach, but she wasn’t having it. Now here she was, exhausted, grumbling, and insisting you massage her poor, hardworking back.

“You didn’t stretch, baby,” you reminded her gently as your fingers worked slow circles down her spine.

“I did! I touched my toes twice,” she mumbled into the throw pillow.

You bit back a laugh. “Not enough.”

After a while, her protests faded into little hums, her breathing slowed, and her eyes started fluttering shut. She was clearly fighting sleep, but it wasn’t a fair fight anymore.

You lifted her gently and placed her down on the side of the couch where there was already pillows, carefully tucking the fluffy blanket over her tiny body. She melted into it, arms splayed, cheek smushed against the pillow. You ran your fingers through her hair once more, and finally, she was out.

“Perfect execution, honey.” came a familiar, quiet voice.

You to find Caleb leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene with a small, proud smirk.

“And just like that… our little beast sleeps,” he whispered.

You playfully glared at him. “She’s not a beast.”

“She tried to backflip off the stairs,” he deadpanned.

“Fair point.” you said as you softly chuckled.

He pushed off the doorway and walked toward you, stepping around your daughter’s kingdom of plushies and toys. He gave the couch a quick glance, eyes narrowing just slightly as he made sure her breathing was deep and even. Satisfied she was truly asleep, Caleb turned to you with a raised brow and a sly grin.

“I’ve calculated that we have exactly,” he glanced at the clock, “ten, maybe twelve minutes of uninterrupted peace.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s generous.”

He leaned down, cupping your face with one hand and brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s not waste it.”

You quietly laughed, and he stood up again, taking your hand. “Come on. While she’s out. 15 minute window.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “No interruptions. No flips. Just me and my very pretty wife, who owes me a kiss for being the parent who caught her mid air dive off the sofa earlier.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, hands gently resting on his chest. “One kiss?”

Caleb quickly replied, “At least ten.”

But just as his lips brushed against yours—

Thud!

You both froze.

Another thud.

Then—

“Mommyyyy…” came the most tragically theatrical voice imaginable from the couch. “I’m cold… and lonely… and no one loves me anymore…”

You peeked over Caleb’s shoulder to see your daughter had rolled right off the couch, on purpose, and was now lying face down on the floor like a fallen soldier.

She didn’t even look hurt. She was just flopped there like she’d been abandoned for centuries.

Caleb groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “No way..”

“She’s doing the dramatic faint again,” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

Your daughter slowly rolled over the two of you, looking up at you with big watery eyes and a pout that could end worlds. “I couldn't feel you anymore, and my back still hurts a little.. and daddy stole you..”

Caleb stepped out beside you, arms crossed, looking very serious. “Hey, hey, don’t pin this on me. I was just—”

“You stole mommy with kisses,” she said, pointing at him accusingly. “You were kissing.”

“Mommyyyyy…” your daughter whimpered again, now dragging the blanket and crawling toward you like a starved kitten.

You sighed, your heart melting.

You smiled and crouched down, scooping her up. She nuzzled into your shoulder instantly, letting out a content sigh.

But she didn’t stop there.

Still in your arms, she turned her head toward Caleb and gave him the cutest sleepy glare. “You have to wait your turn, Daddy.”

Caleb put a hand on his chest, feigning heartbreak. “She’s turning you against me.”

“No, she’s just attached to me,” you said, kissing your daughter’s temple.

He walked closer, brushing her hair back and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She didn't do anything and just gave a big yawn.

SYLUS — "you have to wait, daddy!"

Caleb grinned, wrapping his arms around both of you in a loose, cozy hug.

The scent of fruit scented markers, children jewelry, and faint smell from your daughter’s favorite lotion lingered in the living room. You were seated cross legged on the soft rug, a pastel pink blanket draped over your shoulders like a royal cape. In your lap sat your four year old daughter, ball of sparkle and drama, carefully applying stickers to your cheeks like you were the guest of honor at a royal coronation.

“This one means you’re brave,” she said, pressing a glittery unicorn sticker near your jaw. “And this one is for beauty. Because you're the prettiest queen ever, Mommy.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “High praise, coming from the princess herself.”

Your daughter giggled, her tiny legs kicking playfully as she adjusted the plastic tiara on her head for the fiftieth time. “We match!”

That’s when the door opened.

The lock clicked softly, followed by the subtle weight of Sylus' footsteps. You didn’t need to look to know it was him, you felt the shift in the air. He never entered a room loudly, but there was a kind of presence to him. A calm that followed wherever he went.

He had just returned from a quick business deal. His suit jacket was draped over one arm, tie slightly loosened, and the light from the hallway framed him in quiet gold as he stepped into your world of dolls and dressed up.

He paused when he saw you both,his eyes flicking to your daughter, then to you, noting the stickers on your face, the tiara, the slight smudge of pink on your cheek.

“Looks like I missed a coronation,” he said lowly, a rare warmth in his voice.

Your daughter perked up but didn’t move from your lap. “Daddy!” she grinned, but then quickly turned serious as she threw her arms around your waist protectively. “Wait—no! Mommy's still mine right now!”

Sylus blinked and had that teasing voice, “Is that so?”

“We’re not done with the royal coronation!” she explained with the utmost importance, pointing to the sticker sheet. “She needs her magic star sticker and her sparkle serum, or she’ll lose her powers!”

You gave Sylus a look that barely concealed your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, unbothered, and stepped closer.

“I see,” he murmured, setting his jacket gently over a nearby chair. “Should I come back when the queen regains her powers?”

Your daughter nodded gravely. “Yes. Or you might interrupt the spell.”

Sylus crouched beside you quietly, one knee down on the rug, and looked straight at your daughter.

“Then I’ll be careful,” he said. “But I did come home early… because I missed your mommy.”

Your daughter's lip puffed out as she turned her whole body toward you, her sparkly bracelet clinking softly. “But I missed mommy all day! I haven’t even had princess tea with her yet!”

Sylus didn’t argue. He simply reached forward and gently brushed your hair back, letting his knuckles graze your cheek where a heart-shaped sticker sparkled. His touch lingered there, eyes on you, not demanding, not impatient. Just… waiting.

You tilted your head slightly toward his hand, and your daughter let out a little gasp, scandalized.

“Daddy!” she whisper yelled. “You’re breaking the sparkle bond!”

Sylus drew back instantly, lips twitching into the smallest amused smile. “Forgive me, Princess.”

She frowned at him, then looked back at you. “Don’t move, Mommy. We’re almost done. I’ll let Daddy hug you after the ceremony.”

Sylus stood again, brushing imaginary dust off his slacks like he was waiting for a boardroom verdict. “Understood. I’ll be in the audience.”

He didn’t leave, though. He sat on the edge of the couch behind you, resting an arm along the backrest—close enough to touch you, but he didn’t. He just sat there, watching you both, eyes soft, content to let your daughter have her moment.

Eventually, your daughter pressed the final sticker on your hand and declared, “The queen is restored!”

You leaned back into Sylus, who wasted no time reaching forward and wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt the quiet relief in his touch, even if he didn’t say a word.

Your looked up at him and said thoughtfully, “Okay, you can have Mommy now. But only a little bit.”

Sylus met her gaze, calm as ever. “I don’t need much.”

And with that, he leaned forward and kissed your temple—slow, grateful.

ZAYNE — silent demands

Your daughter didn’t interrupt this time. She was too busy arranging her dolls for her tea party and arranging new stickers that she'll be using for her father next.

You were sitting on the couch, Jasmine sitting peacefully on your lap, her small hands clutching her stuffed penguin as her cheek pressed against your chest.

You weren’t doing much, just sitting with her, brushing her hair with your fingers as she hummed softly, occasionally pointing to the stars beginning to appear outside the window.

“Mommy,” she whispered, “that one looks like a flower.”

You followed her gaze, smiling as you kissed the top of her head. “It kind of does, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, settling in deeper into your warmth, like she was trying to melt into you. Her voice was always gentle like that, soft, quiet, never loud even when excited. Her affection didn’t come with squeals, but with long glances, small gestures, and her whole body leaning into yours like your presence cradled her.

Zayne entered a few moments later, his steps quiet as ever. He’d just finished with a call in his study, sleeves rolled up, his watch now resting on the side table. He stood by the doorway for a moment, watching you both in silence, before making his way over.

Jasmine saw him, but didn’t say anything. She just held her penguin a little tighter.

Zayne sat beside you, the couch dipping under his weight. He didn’t say anything right away, just let out a soft exhale and gently placed a hand on your leg, fingers curling there.

You looked at him, smiling softly. “Tired?”

“A bit,” he murmured, his voice low and close. “But this helps.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and deliberate. Jasmine’s arms around her penguin tightened.

Zayne leaned in more now, wrapping an arm around you as he rested his forehead against your temple. “Missed you both today.”

You hummed, returning the sentiment with a gentle squeeze of his hand. But you felt it, Jasmine shifting ever so slightly in your lap, tucking herself closer like she was afraid he might pull you away.

Zayne noticed too.

His eyes glanced toward her, and he moved back just enough to see her face.

“Hey, sweetie..” he said gently. “I’m not taking mommy away.”

Jasmine didn’t respond. She just shook her head a little and held her penguin closer, her eyes downcast.

“I… I just want mommy a little more,” she said softly, barely above a whisper.

Zayne blinked, then slowly let out a breath as if the quiet request had tugged his heartstrings.

He nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

He brushed his hand over her head lightly, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to her hair. “You’ve been waiting all day, haven’t you?”

Jasmine gave a tiny nod, still holding you close, her face gently tucked beneath your chin now. She wasn’t pushing him away, not really, she just didn’t want to be forgotten. She wasn’t loud about it, but the message was there, tender and clear: 'I need her, too.'

You rocked her slowly, wrapping your arms around her.

Zayne didn’t press further. He didn’t joke or tease, he just shifted so he could lay his head on your other shoulder, careful not to take any space Jasmine needed. His hand found yours again, his touch steady, grounding.

The three of you sat like that for a long while, the silence soft and full.

Eventually, Jasmine whispered, “You can have mommy after I fall asleep...”

Zayne smiled, his voice a quiet promise. “Then I’ll wait.”

And he did.

Even as her breathing slowed and her body relaxed against you, Zayne didn’t rush the moment. He stayed there beside you, hand in yours, content to love you both, in different ways, but just as deeply.

XAVIER - son's territory

The room was comfortably dim, the curtains letting in just enough of the Saturday afternoon light to cast everything in a soft golden haze. You, Xavier, and your son were all sprawled across the bed, enjoying the rare peace of a quiet day.

Your son was nestled right between you and Xavier, arms wrapped tightly around your own like it was the most precious pillow in the world. His little cheek was smushed against your arm, breaths deep and even. Xavier, meanwhile, had already fallen into a heavy sleep not long after lying down, face half buried in the blanket, one arm tossed lazily across the bed as if reaching for you even in his dreams.

At some point, Xavier started shifting closer in his sleep. His arm landed across your son’s back, and his leg crept a little too close. Your son let out a tiny, muffled grumble but didn’t fully wake. Instead, he clung to your arm tighter like it was the only safe thing left in this slowly shrinking cuddle space. Xavier, still asleep, moved again, accidentally squishing the poor kid even more in his unconscious attempt to cuddle you.

That was when your son had had enough.

With a tiny huff, he stirred awake and sat up groggily, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand while the other hand reached for his favorite stuffed animal. He didn't cry or whine, just blinked slowly and began his mission with quiet determination.

He started crawling around the bed like a little general preparing for war, gathering plushies, pillows, and even tugging half the blanket along with him. He worked in silence, occasionally looking back to make sure Xavier was still knocked out.

You blinked awake when you felt the small weight returning, your son had crawled right back into your arms, snuggling into your side with a sleepy little sigh. You smiled down at him, brushing his hair from his forehead, your heart instantly melting at the sight.

But then you noticed it.

A wall—no, a barricade, had appeared.

Your son had carefully arranged his plushies and pillows into a full body barrier between himself and Xavier. The stuffed animals were stacked like sleepy guards, a fortress of soft limbs and squishy faces that formed an unmistakable boundary. A makeshift torso. Even a pillow “head.” He’d crafted an entire decoy dad to keep the real one from sneaking past his defenses.

You let out a soft laugh, covering your mouth so you wouldn’t wake either of them.

Your son, sensing you were awake, peeked up at you with drowsy, half lidded eyes. “Mommy…” he mumbled, already sinking back into sleep.

On the other side of the barricade, Xavier snored softly, completely oblivious to the pillow decoy that had replaced your warmth.

“mommy's just right here, buddy..,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head.

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