#F were-hyena x M reader

[lewdaudio]

Monster Lover's March Day 5 - Were-Hyena

I'm a bit (very) late on this @monluvmarch story, but I liked it enough that I wanted to flesh it out a little (and I write slowly). More wholesome this time!

M human reader x F were-hyena character in an established relationship.

Story below:

You and your were-hyena girlfriend have decided that you're ready to try something new: Intimacy while she's transformed.

CW: Biting, both characters have penises (one pseudo)

“Are you sure you still wanna do this? I can get pretty gross.”

In the dimly-lit bedroom of a small, twelfth-floor apartment, you sit on the end of the mattress alongside Raia. She looks down at her legs after asking her question, kicking one lightly back and forth against the mattress. The rhythm of the sound and the rain against the window soothes you.

You pick up your hand and place it on hers. You look at her and see her hair, puffed up in the way that some were-people’s hair naturally sits. You’re briefly lost in its jagged edges, following an unkempt strand as it separates from the rest.

“I told you I wanted to see you, right? That hasn’t changed”, you reassure.

She looks back up at you and makes quick eye contact before looking away again, leg still swinging. 

“Okay.” She pauses, and takes a deep breath.

“I never really know when it’s gonna… when it’ll *hit.* I just know it’ll be tonight, at some point.”

“You want to put something on while we wait?”

“Yeah.”

In the bedroom of a small apartment with the curtains drawn against the full moon, you lay in bed with Raia, watching and waiting. You’ve both seen this show before. It’s comfort.

Zoned out and half-asleep, you feel her stir beside you. She sits up and starts to get out from under the blankets, quickly takes off her top, then stares at you.

“It’s gonna be soon. Really soon.”

You briefly see the universe reflected in her amber eyes, then something behind them shifts. She leaps out of bed and rushes behind a translucent divider set up between the bed and the wall of the room. You fumble for the remote, sit up, and pause the show.

“Sorry,” her voice pokes out from the divider, “You really, really don’t want to see the actual transformation. Promise. I’m used to it and I still hate seeing it. It’s so… fleshy. Eugh.” Her silhouette shudders visibly.

You’re still curious about how a were-person transformation actually looks. Those with the condition tend to guard the process very closely, and you’ve been led to believe it’s a little different for everyone who experiences it.

For now, you decide to leave it be. You can still see her silhouette behind the divider window, taking off the last piece of her underwear so it’s not damaged by what’s to come.

Sensing that she doesn’t want silence right now, you reply, “I can’t wait.”

She exhales another smile, still not really believing that you do. It’s quickly replaced by a low groan.

“Oh boy. HhEre we go.”

Her voice twists and retches. It pulls itself back into its usual smoothness for a moment before the process continues.

You see her hand and arm expand, accompanied by the sound of twisting flesh. Her body cracks as she begins to grow in height while her legs become distended and digitigrade, rough edges of hair replacing the usual smoothness of her form.

She coughs, the form of her voice changing. Locked onto what you see unfolding behind the blur of the window, you finally see her neck widen and hunch over into the naturally crooked shape of a were-hyena’s, with an entirely new head at the end of it - wider, animalistic, and with a short snout you can already see. Her breathing turns to panting.

She clutches her stomach and doubles over. You’re about to get up and rush over when she stands up again, catching her breath. 

“I’m okay. Whoow. I’m okay, it’s done.”

Her voice hits your ear differently. Not deeper, but with an entirely different shape due to the changes in her neck and face. It’s rough, like the sound of a cat’s tongue running over smooth skin.

She stands and waits, still panting, behind the divider. Her tongue lolls out, then she pulls it back into her mouth.

“Come out! I wanna see. I’m not gonna say anything weird.” you promise.

“I believe you, I just need to… gather my strength, I guess.”

“You look plenty strong already.”

“You know what I mean.”

She gingerly begins to step out from the divider. With her new posture, you see her head first - a strange combination of what you know full hyenas to look like, but with differences in shape that clearly make it more human. Her snout isn’t as long, and her eyes remain as deep as ever. Her smile wraps around her face now, revealing pink skin at her mouth’s edges, and much more dangerous-looking teeth. Her hair is the same as before, draped over her hunched back and poking up like a mountain skyline.

She chuckles - the sound is a strange combination of animal and human, more like something that belongs on a savannah than a bedroom.

“Hi.” She says, as she steps out fully. “Do, uh, do you like it?”

She scratches at her neck with her newfound paw.

You can tell she’s blushing, despite the fur covering her.

“Of course I do.” you state, plainly, and continue.

“Can I… pet… you? I want to know what the fur feels like.”

She covers her snout with both hands. “You said you wouldn’t say anything weird!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I just didn’t know how else to word that. Wow, you’re pretty.”

She needs only a single step now to close the gap and sit back down on the bed with you. She’s taller now, but the hunch in her spine puts her head level with yours. She smiles a new, toothy smile.

“Thanks.”

She looks around again for a moment and exhales strongly.

“Hooooh, this is weird. No one ever sees me like this. I usually just lay down and try to distract myself with something, shake the thoughts away.”

“Thoughts?”

“Yeah, they get kind of jumbled. Being like this changes the way I think, intrusive thoughts get louder, new thoughts happen, it’s hard to describe. Like right now I’m thinking of you, but I’m also thinking of jumping out the window and going for a run.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Please don’t jump out the window.”

She gives you a playful punch on the arm. She’s definitely stronger than usual.

“Come on! Take this seriously.”

“Ouch, alright, sorry.”

“Oh no, did that hurt? Tell me if I do something out of line. You remember the safeword?”

“I do. Don’t worry.”

Your conversation fades into the background as you both sit with each other for a drawn-out, peaceful moment. She reaches out a clawed hand and you take it, pressing your thumb into her paw pads.

“Huh. That kinda tickles.” she responds, and shifts to grip your hand tighter.

“When did you get so cute?”

“Stop! There’s no way you think I’m *cute* like this.”

Still curious about how she feels, you run your free hand through her fur, starting from her shoulder and down her arm. Despite its frazzled appearance, it’s smooth. Still stroking her, you lean your head in, burying it into the crook of her neck.

“Hmm.” You hear her smile as she in turn begins to run her hand down your back.

You both continue for a time, satisfied in each other’s comfort.

Time continues to pass, and you hear her breathing become heavier, turning into a slow pant again. Worried, you pull your head from her and look at her now closed eyes. Her mouth is open, saliva dripping from her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” she hesitates, “I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have agreed to this, this was a bad idea. I should leave.”

“Wait, wait, what’s going on?”

She cracks her eyes open. The warmth from her expanded chest and lungs pass over your face like a summer gusts as she continues to pant. She stumbles over her words.

“Heat. It’s heat. I didn’t think this was part of it but it definitely is because you’re here.”

Not able to form a coherent response, and unwilling to let her sit there without one, you gently pull her closer in for a kiss.

The feeling of kissing a snout is different from the usual human kiss. You feel her wet nose and the way her lips connect together differently. As the kiss ends, her panting grows rougher.

“Do you really want thi-?”

Before she can finish her sentence, you respond with a breathless “Yes. Please.”

Another kiss.

“I’m glad. I’ve never done this… like this, before.”

As you pull back to catch your collective breaths, you see her face again. Wanting, just as much as you want her. You see the feeling in her eyes. You see the new curves created by her current form. You see her breasts, still shapely beneath her fur. She’s changed tonight, but she’s still the same.

You both plunge back into each other’s lips. Knowing how you feel now, her tongue enters your mouth, lapping at you hungrily. Her tongue still tastes the same, but it feels different. Rougher, longer. The feeling of her exploring your mouth in a new way makes you want even more.

You both continue. You can feel your erection growing, pushing against your underwear. Before you reach down to remove them, you begin to feel another heat growing down near your lower stomach as you continue to devour each other.

You pull back mutually, needing to find air in places other than each other’s lungs. You feel the heat below grow closer, until it touches you. Raia gasps.

“Oh, god.”

Looking down, you see her erection throbbing against your stomach. You suddenly remember an article you’d read about the unique genitalia of certain wild dogs.

“Is that-” 

“Yeah.”

Her pseudo-penis pulses, still growing in thickness as Raia grows more and more aroused by the feeling of her against you. She does not pull herself back. 

The sight of her fullness drives your mind to places you didn’t know it had. You feel each pulse of her heart in its foot-long extension. It resembles yours, but is coated with the same slippery feeling as the inside of the mouth you’d just been exploring, and is redder, slicker, fleshier. You want to know how it feels, and how the slickness you feel against your skin tastes.

Distracted, you don’t notice her moving her now wide-open mouth to your shoulder until you feel droplets of saliva on it.

“Raia?” you ask, wondering if she’s still okay.

Her mouth slowly begins to close.

“Wait, are you-”

Too stunned to move, you feel her teeth pierce your skin enough to draw blood. She seems to not notice your reaction.

“Raia!” you shout.

Her eyes open again and she rips her head back. You see her expression, horrified, teeth now redder than white.

“Oh god oh god oh god what happened? I was on total autopilot, did I…?”

She notices the bite.

“Oh no, honey, no, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay” you reassure her, not sure what to make of the situation at hand. No safeword. Not yet. You trust her.

“Here.” She says, determined to fix what she’s just done.

She leans in again, and tenderly starts to lick at the punctures. The sense of safety you felt before comes back, and you allow her to tend to you.

After the bleeding has mostly stopped, she pulls back again and asks, “Is that better? God, I feel terrible about this.”

You mean it when you say “It’s okay, really.” You trust her not to do it again.

You both sit in awkward silence.

“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, still feeling aroused from before.

“I do, but… what if I do that again? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you will. It’s in the back of your head now, you know it can happen. Your brain’ll poke you if the urge comes back.”

She smiles, still unsure, but happy with the reassurance.

“Okay.”

She pauses again, and looks at her still-visible erection.

“I’ve never seen myself like this before. Not in this form.” she says.

“I think it’s hot.” “Furry.”

“Oh, come on!”

She embraces you again, forcing an end to your conversation with another deep kiss. She pulls her tongue out of your throat and begins to lick at your neck, tenderly, but without relent. You feel the smooth fuzz of her arms around your back.

You think this feels a lot better than simply being kissed.

You feel her pressing into your lower body again. You quickly remove your underwear to allow the pressure in them to release.

Hers is larger than yours, but you’re both just as hard.

“Touch me. Please. I want to feel it.” She pleads, in between continues kisses.

You gingerly slide an open hand down her shaft. It glides easily, and she lets out a groan as she feels you stroke her full length. You tease her, up and down, with your open hand and splayed fingers, feeling her responses all the way.

“Oh my god.” She breathes, as she moves her hand down to service you in kind. You feel her pads and claws glide over your shaft, shuddering as she reaches the tip and pulls her hand back down. The wetness sticking to the fur on her hands creates a unique feeling against your stomach as you sit, facing each other, both focused only on the pleasure the other is feeling.

You moan, kiss and stroke, altering your movements to keep her satisfied. She does the same for you. As you pull away from another prolonged kiss to catch your breath, you return to her breast this time, licking eagerly.

“Oh! Ohhh…” You hear, as you continue. One of her legs is twitching.

“I’m close.” She pants rapidly. “I’m really - I’m - hhh!” Her breath catches as you feel her whole body shudder with pleasure, her hips bucking her shaft against your hand and stomach as you feel her come. Transparent and sticky, it falls down from your chest, to your stomach, to your crotch.

Raia keeps her embrace tight as she tries to recover from her orgasm. She rests her length on your stomach. It reaches from your pelvis to nearly your sternum. You realize you love this feeling, comforting you in the glow of her as she presses herself into you.

“You want more, right?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“Well, how about…” she teases, as she repositions her mouth over your still-full erection. Her tongue lolls out again, barely connecting with the tip. You twitch at its touch.

Parting her teeth carefully so as not to hurt your most sensitive area, you feel her lengthened mouth wrap around you completely. Her tongue wraps around your shaft and strokes you as she sucks, creating a most wonderful combination of feelings you never expected to feel. You moan greedily as you feel her tongue slide over your head, tasting your precum as you leak into her mouth.

“Soon.”  You manage to say between breaths. Raia speeds up, curling her tongue around your head and moving it quickly.

It’s too much. You pulse in her mouth, coating it in your juices. Your orgasm is long, and she does not stop her tongue or her lips or her mouth. You shudder as she pulls everything out of you, and hearing her messily swallow your load only makes you want more.

Finally, she releases you from her mouth. You fall back, still shuddering. Raia looks at you and licks her lips, giving you another toothy smile.

“You taste really good.” “I think I… I want to know what you taste like too.”

Her ears perk up. 

“Oh really?”

She leans back, opening her hips to accommodate you.

“Come on, then.”

You oblige, your tongue teasing her tip as you lean down toward her.

“It’s not like yours, it’s not sensitive at the tip. It’s the- the whole thing.” She says, wanting you to understand how to make her feel.

You begin to run your tongue up and down her shaft, tasting her and feeling her wetness mix in your mouth. After some more strokes like this, you stop briefly, listening again to her heavy panting.

You position your mouth over the tip again, fully open.

Apprehensively, you lower your waiting mouth over her. She gasps as you envelop her as deeply as you can, and you feel her throbbing, pulsing faster inside your mouth. Each beat of her heart fills you up more.

You put both hands around her base as you continue, letting her feel you over her entire length. All she can do is breathe between moans, and barely so. 

“I’m- again- “

You feel her release into your mouth as you suck. The same sticky, salty emission as before. Unprepared, you cough, releasing her, and sending her ejaculation all over her fur as she continues outside of your mouth. A fountain spurts until it has nothing left to release. Embarrassed, you turn away, allowing her to recover. Her hand covers her eyes, and she continues to breathe her ragged breaths of pleasure.

“Was that good?” you ask.

“Yes.” She says between breaths. “Please do that again sometime.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Yes. Oh, yes. This is really nice.”

“Me too.”

As you both take in the afterglow, you lock eyes and smile.

Yeah. This was really nice.

“Want some help washing up?” You ask, seeing how much she’s been covered.

“That’d be nice too.” She says.

In the bathroom of a small apartment, the two of you clean off after an eventful night. One of you uses an entire bottle of shampoo.

Both of you are glad you tried something new.

END

[minxmut-cafe]

BEAR WITH ME ?? | 02.

Pairing: Bear hybrid Namjoon x Ferret hybrid reader

Word count: 10k words.

Authors note: HERE IS THE CONTINUATION !! LET'S GOOOO.

Warning: Smut, Vaginal sex, oral sex (M & F receiving), hybrid sex, mentions of death, mention of heat, feral Namjoon, size kink, spanking, mating press, mentions of various sex positions, reader being a menace, Namjoons a gentle giant, rough sex, cunnilingus, idiots in love, reader is immature, Namjoon is suffering, HUGE size difference (Imagine gyomei and shinobu). Masturbation, Namjoons a boob guy. Titty analysis :)

Synopsis:

"Namjoon spots a Tiny ferret hybrid getting pushed around by a bunch of hyena hybrids and decides to intervene. Little did he know that would lead to a series of interesting, traumatising and hilarious memories, some of which he's convinced were attempted murder attempts."

Namjoon frowned at his phone, staring at the empty notification bar.

Nothing.

Not a single text. No missed calls. No chaotic voice messages filled with unhinged rambling.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

At first, he was relieved.

After the hell he went through last night, he figured maybe some space would be good.

Give him time to reset, to push certain thoughts out of his brain.

But as the hours passed, that relief slowly turned into something else.

Unease.

By the time another day rolled around with still no sign of you, Namjoon was officially concerned.

You never went this long without contact.

Were you sick?

In trouble?

Or worse—avoiding him?

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

No.

No, that didn’t make sense.

If you were mad at him, you’d tell him—probably in the most dramatic way possible.

So where the hell were you?

Frowning, Namjoon pulled out his phone and dialed your number.

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Then went to voicemail.

Namjoon’s stomach twisted.

Something was wrong.

And he was going to find out what.

The moment Namjoon opened the door to her place, the scent hit him, Namjoon froze.

His brain short-circuited.

Because fuck.

Fuck.

This wasn’t sickness.

This was something else entirely.

A deep, primal part of him recognized it instantly.

Heat.

The realization slammed into him like a truck.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

The disappearance. The radio silence. The way his instincts immediately reacted.

Because he wasn’t just a man.

He was a bear hybrid.

Territorial.

Possessive.

And, when faced with the scent of a fertile, needy female—

Oh, fuck.

His grip on the soup container tightened.

He needed to leave.

Right now.

Before his instincts did something stupid.

Namjoon didn’t even get the chance to think.

One second, he was frozen in place, brain malfunctioning.

The next—

She was on him.

Tiny arms wrapped around his waist. A small, trembling body pressing flush against his.

Namjoon locked up.

Every muscle in his body went rigid.

Because fuck, she was burning up.

"J-Joonie," you whimpered. "It hurts..."

His breath hitched.

His instincts screamed—urging him to hold you, soothe you, claim you.

But he couldn’t.

He shouldn’t.

"I—I couldn’t find anyone," you continued, voice thick with frustration and something dangerously close to desperation. "No one I trust. No one I want."

Namjoon swallowed thickly.

His heartbeat was a thunderous roar in his ears.

But then—

Then you curled into him, fingers gripping his shirt, voice barely above a whisper.

"I’m scared, Joonie..."

His entire world stopped.

"If I don’t mate..." You shivered violently. "I could get sick. Really sick. Aplastic anemia can—"

Namjoon growled.

Deep.

Instinctual.

Dangerous.

Because no.

No, no, no.

That wasn’t happening.

Not to you.

Not on his fucking watch.

Namjoon moved before he could think.

The soup was forgotten, placed on the nearest surface as he bent down and lifted you into his arms.

You gasped softly, fingers clutching at his shoulders, but you didn’t fight him. If anything, you melted into him, whimpering as you buried your face against his throat, your whole body trembling.

His jaw locked.

Fuck.

He had to be careful.

Because he could smell you.

Feel you.

And his instincts were howling.

But he shoved them down and carried you to your bedroom, placing you gently on the bed.

Then he stepped back, inhaled sharply, and forced himself to focus.

"Do you want me to mate you?" His voice was low, steady—but beneath it was something rough. Something dangerous.

Your breath hitched.

"J-Joonie—"

"Listen to me." His gaze locked onto yours, serious and unyielding. "I’ll do it. I’ll take care of you. But you need to understand—"

He exhaled sharply, fists clenching at his sides.

"I’m not doing this just to get you through your heat."

His voice was softer now, rougher—tinged with something real.

"I have feelings for you," he admitted. "I want you. Not just because of this. But because it’s you."

Silence hung between you, thick and heavy.

Then—

"Do you understand?”

Namjoon barely had time to react.

One second, she was sitting there, eyes wide and dazed.

The next—

"Oh, fuck that—"

You lunged.

Straight for his belt.

Namjoon caught your wrists just in time.

"Whoa—!" He gritted his teeth, barely managing to hold you back. "Answer first."

"Joonie, please—" you whined, struggling against his grip. "It hurts—"

His jaw tightened.

Fuck.

You were desperate. Burning up.

And all he wanted to do was give in.

But not like this.

Not without your words.

"Say it." His voice was low, rough—his patience hanging by a thread. "Tell me you understand.”

Your breath was ragged, your body trembling. But this time, it wasn’t just because of your heat.

"I understand," you whispered. "And I feel the same way."

Namjoon’s grip on your wrists loosened.

"I’m not just saying this because I’m—" you exhaled sharply, biting your lip. "—because I’m horny beyond saving."

A muscle in Namjoon’s jaw ticked.

"I’ve felt this way for months," you admitted, voice dropping to a whisper. "Ever since you—"

You swallowed hard.

"Ever since you dry-humped me in your sleep."

Namjoon froze.

His brain short-circuited.

"It took everything in me not to ride you stupid," you continued, eyes blown wide with lust and something deeper. "And now I can’t take it anymore—"

You yanked her hands free and lunged again.

This time, Namjoon let you.

Because his instincts?

They snapped.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate and shaking.

"Come on— Fuck—stupid thing—"

Namjoon exhaled through his nose, watching as you struggled. Your whining only made it worse, your heat-drunk frustration making his instincts snarl.

When you finally got it undone, you yanked his pants down in one go.

He barely had time to step out of them before you were reaching for his boxers.

He shed his flannel and shirt, tossing them aside.

And that’s when you froze.

Your breath hitched.

"Oh..."

Namjoon clenched his jaw, fighting every instinct screaming at him to grab you, flip you over, and—

You pulled his boxers down.

And your mouth dropped open.

You practically drooled.

"Holy shit."

You barely had time to blink before Namjoon moved.

A startled whine left your lips as he pushed you back onto the bed.

"Joon—!"

Your protest died the second his mouth crashed against yours.

He kissed you deep—messy, desperate, sucking on your lips and tongue like he was starving.

You whimpered into his mouth, arching into him as his hands tore at your clothes.

Fuck, this was so much better than he had ever imagined.

Namjoon barely had a second to breathe.

He pulled back, panting, about to say something—

And then you moved.

Before he could react, your mouth was on him.

"Fuck—" His entire body jerked.

You were a menace.

And you were perfect.

Your body, your sounds—everything about you made his instincts snarl.

His hands trembled as he buried them in your hair, hips twitching at the feeling of your hot, wet mouth—

This was so much better than his imagination.

And he never wanted it to stop.

Your mouth stretched wide, barely able to take half of him.

The rest you palmed with both hands, fingers stroking up and down his thick length while your other hand squeezed his balls.

Namjoon groaned, head dropping back, his massive hands tightening in your hair.

"Fuck—" His voice was wrecked, deep and ragged.

But what really did him in?

The way you looked up at him.

Big, glossy eyes, lips stretched around his cock, cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head—

He twitched in your mouth, barely restraining the urge to thrust deeper.

Namjoon let you have your way, let you suck him just how you wanted—until he couldn’t take it anymore.

With a deep growl, he tore you away, a strand of spit connecting your lips to his cock.

You whined, eyes dazed and needy.

"Joon—!"

"Baby," he panted, cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your wet lips. "This is your first time. Your first heat." His voice was wrecked, strained. "I really don’t wanna blow my load before I even get to fuck you."

You whimpered, squirming, but he shushed you gently.

"Spread those pretty legs for me," he murmured, eyes dark. "Let me stretch you out first."

His fingers traced down your trembling body.

"You’re so fucking tiny," he muttered, voice thick with desire. "I’m gonna have to be real thorough to make sure this cunt can take me."

And then, with a wicked smirk, he pushed you down and spread your open.

Oh, you threw a fit.

Because of course you did.

"Excuse you—!" You tried to sit up, indignant. "I was having fun, you big fucking—"

Smack.

A sharp gasp ripped from your throat as Namjoon's palm cracked against your ass, the impact sending a delicious sting through your body.

You froze.

Namjoon, towering over you, let out a low, dangerous rumble.

"Behave," he ordered, voice deep, dripping with authority.

Your mouth opened. Then closed.

You gulped.

Maybe... maybe you could let him have his way.

For now.

You pouted up at him, lower lip jutting out in protest. "Meanie," she mumbled, but still, you spread you legs for him.

Namjoon chuckled darkly, large hands gripping your thighs as he settled between them. "You’ll survive," he murmured, gaze locked onto the slick mess between your legs. "Now be good and let me take care of you."

And then—

You choked on a gasp when he pressed a single finger inside.

What the fuck.

"Joon—" your back arched, nails digging into the sheets. "Why the fuck are your fingers so big?!"

Namjoon only smirked, gripping your hip to hold you still as he worked his finger in deeper, watching the way your tiny hole stretched around it. "And you think you can take my cock just like that?" he teased.

Before you could snap back, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, got on his knees, and lowered his mouth to your soaked cunt.

You barely had time to react before his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard.

"Ah—!" You jerked, hands flying to his hair.

He licked, sucked, kissed you like he was savoring his favorite meal.

And then—

Another finger.

Your gasp turned into a whine, legs trembling as he slowly pushed it inside alongside the first.

"It hurts," you whimpered, hips twisting as you tried to adjust.

Namjoon growled against you, sending vibrations through your core. "Shh, baby," he soothed, lapping at your clit. "Let me make it better."

Namjoon was a menace.

He sucked you clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the swollen bud, then gently bit down, just enough to make you jolt.

"J-Joon!" You gasped, thighs trembling around his head.

He only hummed, sending another shudder through you.

Your poor clit—already abused from your own desperate attempts to get off before he came over—was throbbing, overstimulated, but he showed no mercy.

His fingers worked in tandem with his mouth, curling, scissoring you open as he stretched you out.

You were still so tight, sucking his fingers in with every push, every thrust.

"Shit, baby," he groaned, kissing your clit before looking up at you with lidded eyes. "Did you play with yourself the whole day?"

You flushed, trying to turn your face away, but he curled his fingers just right—

"Ah—!"

"You did, didn’t you?" he murmured, smirking against your thigh. "Poor thing. Still wasn’t enough, huh?"

You mustered up whatever bratty energy you had left and threw a weak, "Fuck you," his way, breathless and trembling.

Namjoon chuckled—a deep, dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine—before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

"Wrong," he murmured against your skin, licking over the fresh bite mark possessively. "It’s me who’s about to fuck you."

You whimpered.

And he grinned.

Namjoon was merciless.

His fingers pressed against that devastating spot inside you, curling, rubbing, pushing just right as his tongue tormented your clit. His pace never faltered, never slowed, dragging you higher and higher until—

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"

Your back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashed through you.

It was soul-crushing.

It left you shaking, thighs trembling around his head as wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body.

Namjoon growled against you, pinning your hips down as he dragged out every last aftershock, licking you through it, savoring the way she twitched beneath him.

When you finally slumped against the bed, boneless and panting, he grinned.

"Good girl," he purred, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Now, let’s see how many more you can give me before I fuck you open."

Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with just one.

He added another finger, stretching you out further, making you whimper at the burn.

"Shh, baby," he cooed, kissing the inside of your thigh as he slowly thrust them in and out. "You’re taking me so well."

His fingers worked you mercilessly, curling, scissoring, fucking you open as his tongue never left your clit.

The second orgasm hit faster than you expected—your breath hitched, your back arched, and you cried out, body shaking as pleasure wracked you.

"That’s it," Namjoon groaned, voice thick with arousal, watching the way you clenched around his fingers. "Give me another."

And you did.

By the third orgasm, you were a mess, tears pricking at your eyes as you gasped and whined, your body overwhelmed but still desperate for more.

Only then—after you were a twitching, overstimulated wreck beneath him—did Namjoon finally consider fucking you.

He smirked, kissing your inner thigh one last time before murmuring, "Think you’re ready for my cock now, baby?"

Namjoon kissed you deeply, swallowing your soft whimpers as he sucked on your tongue, making her melt beneath him.

His lips trailed down, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck. He focused on every little spot that made you shiver, nipping, licking, savoring the way your breath hitched.

All the while, his fingers never stopped—still scissoring you open, still stretching your tiny, tight cunt, making sure you were as ready as you could be.

"You’re so fucking small," he murmured against your throat, voice husky with need. "Gotta make sure you can take me, baby."

You whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, aching to finally feel his cock inside you.

Namjoon groaned at your desperation but took his time, gently pushing you back onto the bed, adjusting you until you were comfortable.

Then, with a tenderness that almost contradicted the heat in his eyes, he grabbed a pillow and slid it beneath your hips.

"Gotta get the angle just right," he rasped, running his hands up your thighs as he settled between them. "Don’t want you hurting, sweetheart."

He pressed a kiss to your knee, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

"You ready for me?"

Namjoon groaned as he pressed your thighs to your chest, spreading you open completely beneath him.

"So tiny," he murmured, voice thick with awe and restraint as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Gotta go slow, baby. Gotta stretch you open real nice for me."

He started by rubbing your clit with his tip, letting it glide against your sensitive bundle of nerves. The soft, teasing friction had you squirming, thighs trembling as you whined beneath him.

"Shh, just relax," he soothed, replacing his cock with his fingers, circling your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Let me in, sweetheart."

And then, he pushed.

"Fuck—" you gasped, eyes widening as the head of his cock finally slipped inside.

Namjoon gritted his teeth, groaning low as your walls clenched around him.

"Shit—so fucking tight," he ground out, barely able to move. "Baby, you gotta—fuck—loosen up for me, okay?"

You tried. You really did. But it wasn’t just the length—it was the thickness that had your brain spinning.

Namjoon exhaled sharply, sensing her struggle. He paused halfway, his breath shaky as he reached down and resumed rubbing your clit, slow and careful.

"You're doing so good," he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your ankle, your knee. "Breathe, baby. Relax for me."

You whimpered, eyes fluttering as his fingers worked you over, coaxing your body to ease up.

And when you finally did—when you gasped and you walls fluttered, relaxing just enough—Namjoon took advantage.

"Good girl," he groaned, slowly sinking the rest of the way in.

Bottoming out in one, deep thrust.

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep, measured breaths as he stayed completely still inside you.

Fuck.

You were so tight, so unbelievably warm around him, clenching down like you were trying to keep him locked inside you forever. If he moved—if he so much as twitched—he might embarrass himself and blow his load way too soon.

So he focused.

Okay, Namjoon. Think of something else. Think of anything else.

One bear paw. Two bear paws. Three—

Fuck, she’s so tiny.

Four bear paws. Five bear—

Shit, the way she’s squeezing me—

Six bear paws. Seven—

“Joonie…” you whimpered, shifting slightly beneath him.

His jaw clenched.

“Baby, don’t—” he warned, voice strained.

You blinked up at him, dazed and needy, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as you squirmed.

“Feels so good…” you mumbled, dragging your nails lightly down his back.

Namjoon choked. His arms trembled as he barely held himself together.

Eight bear paws. Nine—

Your walls fluttered around him, and he felt it.

FUCK.

He dropped his head to your shoulder, panting heavily as he groaned, voice muffled against your skin.

“Baby,” he rasped, “you gotta—give me a second—”

You giggled breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

Namjoon whimpered.

Whimpered.

Like a bitch.

Your giggle was downright wicked. Even in the throes of pleasure, you were still a menace.

Namjoon’s entire body tensed when you clenched around him on purpose, her tiny hands dragging down his back, teasing him, taunting him. He could feel the way you were testing him, pushing him to his limits.

“Joonie,” you whispered in his ear, your breath warm and teasing. “Are you… whimpering?”

He growled.

A low, deep, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your skin.

Your laughter immediately cut off.

Namjoon lifted his head slowly, eyes dark and filled with something feral. You swallowed hard, realizing maybe—just maybe—you had pushed him a little too far.

“Baby,” he said, voice thick with restraint. “Do you want to walk tomorrow?”

Your ears twitched, and you suddenly remembered that oh yeah, you were currently impaled on a massive bear hybrid’s cock, and antagonizing him might not be the smartest decision.

But then again…

You grinned.

“I mean… do I really need to?”

Namjoon lost his last shred of self-control.

His hips snapped forward, knocking the breath out of your lungs as he buried himself deeper than you thought was even possible.

Your laugh morphed into a strangled moan.

“J-Joon—oh fuck—!”

He pulled back slowly, deliberately, before thrusting into you again, his thick cock stretching your walls to the limit. You screamed, fingers scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“T-Take it back—!” you gasped, eyes wide, already overwhelmed. “I take it back—!”

Namjoon chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss your neck, sharp teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“Too late, baby,” he murmured. “You asked for this.”

And with that, he fucked you.

Namjoon fucked you stupid.

He pulled out almost all the way, just leaving the tip in before slamming back inside, his thick cock stretching you open over and over again. Your walls clenched around him so tightly, so hot and wet that it made him see stars. His grip on your thighs tightened, nails digging into your soft skin as he fucked you into the mattress.

His cock hit your g-spot every time, his thick tip pressing against your womb with every deep thrust.

You we're gone.

Eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as breathless moans and little whimpers spilled from your lips.

Namjoon grinned, breathless and wrecked, leaning down to take a stiff, sensitive nipple into his mouth.

The tits he had so carefully analyzed just days ago? Yeah. He was all over them now—sucking, licking, teasing with his tongue before switching to the other, his free hand kneading the soft flesh like he was trying to memorize it.

Between sucks, he grinned against your skin and murmured, “Not so mouthy now, huh?”

You whimpered, legs trembling around him.

Namjoon chuckled darkly. “What happened to all that attitude?”

His thrusts quickened, hips snapping against yours, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room.

You tried to respond—maybe to sass him back—but all that came out was a pathetic little moan.

Namjoon groaned, feeling primal at the sight of you beneath him, completely wrecked.

“Aw, is my filthy little girl too dumb to talk now?” he taunted, sucking another mark into her skin. “Too stupid to tease me anymore?”

You whimpered, back arching, nails scratching down his back.

Namjoon grinned wickedly.

“You must be real dumb to tease a bear hybrid when you’re this tiny,” he murmured, thrusting deep and holding it, making you squirm. “Did you forget what I could do to you?”

You clenched around him so tight he nearly choked.

Namjoon growled.

Oh.

You liked that.

His instincts snapped.

He pinned you down, laced your fingers together, and fucked you senseless.

You were in actual heaven.

This was everything you had dreamed about, everything you had fantasized about late at night with your hand between your legs. But this? This was so much better.

Namjoon’s sheer size overwhelmed you, his massive frame towering over you, caging you in, making you feel so small beneath him. His thick arms flexed as he held himself up, his weight pressing you deliciously into the mattress, your fingers laced together above your head.

His cock stretched you open, filling you so perfectly that you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—just feel.

Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, his pace brutal, his thrusts deep and overwhelming.

“You’re so small,” he gritted out, staring down at where they were joined, mesmerized by the way you struggled to take him. His cock was glistening with your slick, and the sight alone nearly made him lose his mind. “How the fuck are you even taking me?”

You moaned, tightening your fingers around his. “I—I don’t know,” she gasped. “But don’t stop—don’t stop—”

Namjoon growled, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you harder, hips slamming against yours, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air.

“Don’t plan on it,” he murmured against your throat, nipping at your pulse. “Not until I make sure this tiny cunt is properly bred.”

Your brain short-circuited.

B—Bred?!

You clenched around him so violently that he choked, thrusting deep, his breath stuttering.

Namjoon groaned, pulling back to look at your flushed, fucked-out face.

“Oh,” he purred, grinning. “You liked that.”

Namjoon chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with amusement as he thrust deep and stayed there, grinding his hips against yours.

“Does my pretty little darling girl have a breeding kink?” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot, teasing.

You let out a pathetic little whimper, your hands clawing at his back. “Shut up,” you gasped, but your body betrayed you—clenching down around him like you desperately wanted him to fill her up.

He smirked, kissing you softly—too soft for how brutal his thrusts had been, the contrast making you dizzy. “Oh, you do, don’t you?” he purred against your lips. “You want me to breed this tiny cunt of yours, huh? Fill you up nice and full?”

You whined, trying to move, but Namjoon wasn’t having it.

“Uh-uh,” he growled, pulling you up against his chest, his thick arms caging you in. He wanted to see you. Wanted to watch your face as he wrecked you.

He knew you were close. He could feel it.

And fuck—so was he.

Your constant clenching had him rutting into you like a feral beast, barely holding himself back.

“You bounce on my cock so perfectly, baby,” he groaned, guiding your hips. “Come on, cum for me—milk my cock like a good girl.”

And you did—so perfectly.

Your body tensed, then trembled as you came, your walls squeezing him like a vice, pulsing around his cock. You were so tight, so warm, and fuck—he could feel every little flutter, every little tremor as you moaned his name, you voice breaking into little gasps and whimpers.

Namjoon cursed, his grip tightening on your hips as he chased his own high, rutting into you like a man possessed. “Fuck, baby—just like that,” he growled, his voice wrecked, his restraint snapping.

His thrusts became sloppy, desperate, his cock twitching inside you. He buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, his instincts screaming at him to fill you up.

And then—he did.

Namjoon groaned, long and deep, as he came inside you, spilling himself into you with shuddering, wrecked thrusts. His cock throbbed with every pulse of his release, and he made sure—fuck, he made sure you took all of it, staying deep, pressing his hips flush against you.

For a moment, all that could be heard was y'all heavy breathing, your soft little whimpers as you trembled in his hold, completely wrecked.

Namjoon chuckled breathlessly, pressing a lazy kiss against your temple. “Told you I’d stretch you out, baby.”

Namjoon slowly pulled out, groaning at the way your walls clung to him, reluctant to let him go. And fuck—that was the prettiest creampie he had ever seen.

His cum dripped from your swollen, twitching hole, glistening as it leaked onto the sheets. And the best part? You were gaping, your tiny cunt stretched open, still pulsing around nothing, as if begging for more.

Namjoon groaned, his cock twitching at the sight. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, running his fingers along her inner thigh, watching as his release slowly dripped out of you. He was mesmerized, transfixed, and so fucking tempted to stuff it back in—

You whined, shifting slightly, and Namjoon immediately snapped out of it. He chuckled, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your trembling thigh. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You blinked up at him, dazed, cheeks flushed, lips parted. And then—you smirked, albeit weakly.

“Dunno,” you mumbled. “Kinda feel like I just got rearranged.”

Namjoon huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he reached for the nearby towel. “You did just get rearranged.”

You giggled, wincing slightly when you tried to move. Namjoon gently shushed you, cleaning you up with soft, careful touches. His eyes softened as he watched you, brushing a few damp strands of hair from your face.

“Rest, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

And you did—without a single complaint—because, really, after getting fucked that good, what else could you do?

Namjoon chuckled as you climbed onto him, your tiny body latching on like a determined little koala. He barely had time to settle against the pillows before you were smooshing her face right into his chest—burying yourself in his tiddies like they were your personal pillows.

He huffed, amused. “Comfortable?”

You let out a pleased little hum, rubbing your cheek against his warm skin. “Mhm. Very.”

Namjoon shook his head, wrapping his arms around you, his large hands rubbing up and down your back. You were so small compared to him, his shirt swallowing you whole. It was kind of adorable—annoyingly so.

“Feeling better?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded, sighing contentedly. “Mhm. You’re warm.”

Namjoon smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. Then, after a beat, “And your tiddies are great.”

He groaned, head thudding against the headboard. “Oh my god.”

You giggled against his chest, the sound so smug it made his ears burn. But he didn’t push you away. If anything, he held you closer, letting you cuddle up as much as you wanted—because, well...

You were his now.

And he wasn’t letting you go.

Namjoon felt his heart clench as you looked up at him with those big, expectant eyes, your lips brushing against his chest in the softest, sweetest kiss.

“I’m really happy you feel the same way, Joonie,” you murmured, your voice smaller than usual. “I was... worried you didn’t. That’s why I ignored you for two days.”

His brows furrowed, a pang of guilt hitting him square in the chest. “You—what?”

You pouted, rubbing slow circles over his pec absentmindedly. “I didn’t know if you liked me back. And if you didn’t, I was gonna have to move on, y’know?”

Namjoon stared at you, utterly baffled. “Are you serious? You thought I didn’t like you?”

You blinked up at him. “Well… yeah?”

He exhaled sharply, pressing a hand over his face. “Baby, I’ve been down bad for you.”

Your ears perked up. “Wait—really?”

“Yes, really!” He groaned, sliding his hand down to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I literally lost my mind over you. I was suffering.”

You gasped, scandalized. “And you didn’t tell me?”

Namjoon gave you a flat look. “Says you, the one who ignored me for two days instead of talking to me.”

You opened your mouth to argue—then promptly shut it, realizing he had a point.

“…Fair,” you mumbled, sheepishly nuzzling back into his chest.

Namjoon sighed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re a menace,” he muttered.

You grinned against his skin. “But I’m your menace now.”

He chuckled, hugging you tighter. “Yeah… you are.”

Namjoon nearly choked on air when you poked his chest, looking up at him with that mischievous glint in your eyes.

“So… when can we do it again?”

His face heated instantly. “What?”

You grinned, propping your chin on his chest. “I mean, I’m all stretched out now. I think I can finally ride you properly.”

Namjoon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “honey, give me five minutes to recover before you start planning round two.”

But you were relentless.

“Oh, oh! Or you could, like, manhandle me,” you continued excitedly, completely ignoring his suffering. “Maybe a full nelson or doggy—oh, you have to mount me at least once before my heat’s over!”

Namjoon felt his dick twitch, and he swore he saw his life flash before his eyes.

“And,” you added, dragging a finger down his chest, “you should let me actually suck you off properly this time. Y’know, since you were being a big ol’ meanie and stopped me.”

Namjoon exhaled sharply through his nose. “I stopped you because I was two seconds away from busting before we even started.”

You snickered. “So now you can last, right?”

Namjoon groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled, looking entirely too pleased with yourself—then tilted your head, suddenly thoughtful. “Oh! Wait—does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

Namjoon blinked. “I—”

You gasped dramatically. “Namjoon! Are you telling me you knotted me but you won’t date me?”

His jaw dropped. “I DIDN’T KNOT YOU—”

“Oh my God, you used me for sex—”

Namjoon grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together to stop your nonsense. “I’m your boyfriend, you menace,” he grumbled.

You hummed happily, looking way too smug despite your squished cheeks. “Good. Now let’s talk about the full nelson.”

Namjoon let out the most suffering sigh.

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✧ ─ · · KINKTOBER DAY ONE !! · · ─ ✧

I'm a screamer, baby!

Wooden horse - Dazai x Fem!Reader x Chuuya ➻❥ content warnings: Soukoku is torturing the reader, but it's nothing particularly graphic or painful. Non-con to dub-con. no penetration (sorry folks). uhh Dazai is a MASSIVE jerk so slut shaming and degradation. oral (m! receiving), ruined (f!) orgasm ➻❥ word count: 3.4k ➻❥ notes: HOOOO BOY kinktober day one!! let's hope i can keep this going!

"Your body moves instinctively, trying to get away from the man who coiled himself around you only to make yourself bite back a whimper as pain shoots through the bundle of nerves between your legs. “God- Fuck.” You hiss, sight blurred with unshed tears. The wood rubbed so painfully against your cunt, but you just knew that Dazai was right, for better or for worse. You were getting wet."

“You know, I really didn’t want to torture someone so cute. Ah, but life is unfair, isn’t it?” His boyish laugh cut through the air, interweaving with the thick tension of the basement. He stood over you, blocking what little light there was from hitting your eyes. The man in front of you didn't look very old, maybe around eighteen, but his eyes sunk deep like that of a soldier who watched hundreds of men die. “Oh well. You know what to do, Chuuya.”

You couldn’t move. You had woken up deep in the bowels of some building unfamiliar to you. It’s warm, wherever you are. Uncomfortably so. The air is thick and hard to breathe, as if you were trapped in a room with a thousand other people. Your head ached and a deep, lethargic pain drummed through your limbs. Even through pulsing and blurring vision, you saw a soft orange light off in the distance. Then, the stench of old blood followed. The smell is wretched and it’s deep, as if corpses have been permeating in this room for centuries.

It's only then, at the call of his name, that your attention gets drawn to the third person in the room. Notably shorter than the one closest to you, he leans against the wall with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. Chuuya looks up as if only beginning to pay attention when spoken to.

“Chuuya!” Dazai- as he had introduced himself a few moments ago- chides with a laugh. A sharp and shrill noise more similar to the bark of a hyena or the sob of a child. “Don’t tell me you weren’t listening? Dogs are supposed to be loyal, you know!”

“Shut it, bastard!” Chuuya snaps as he yanks the lit cigarette from his lips, the smoke billowing out from the corners as it loops through the air. “For all your stupid talk about me being the dog, you sure do a lot of yapping yourself, Dazai!”

Chuuya pushes himself up from the wall, cigarette being dropped to the floor and snubbed out beneath his boot. Soon, Dazai isn't alone in towering over your bound form. In the momentary reprieve of their spat, your eyes fall downward to your binds. Only in your panties, the rope is free to gnaw into your exposed flesh as it holds your hands behind your back and your shins to the back of your thighs.

“Now, now…” Dazai coos, wagging his finger at Chuuya. “We have an interrogation to conduct, dear Chuuya! We can't leave a guest waiting, after all.” Faster than you can blink, their attention is back onto you. Nails dig into the fat of your cheeks as Dazai forces your head up so your eyes meet his. “You haven’t been very cooperative so far, so we’ll have to take more drastic means, okay?” His voice drawls, curling at the end into something sickeningly sweet. “Chuuya.”

This time, Chuuya moves without hesitation. Strong arms hoist you up, throwing you over his shoulder. It takes one nod from Dazai to send Chuuya walking in the correct direction. No longer blinded by the light seeping in from above, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the lingering darkness of the rest of the room. Blackness hid in the corners like ink spilled on parchment, thick and oppressive. Momentarily, all you could see were the vague shapes of whatever was in the room. As Chuuya stepped forward, you were able to see everything clearly. Nearby was a cart. Simple, sleek, and unassuming. But then you saw the glint of metal. On that cart were a large variety of knives and blades. From a small scalpel to a cleaver. Pliers, nail guns, and even drills. 

“No-!” You stumble over your words, voice gravelly and foreign to your ears as mindless pleads spill from your lips. Your head throbbed and ached like you had been beat over the head. The panic that had yet to come to you before started to ebb into your body. Slowly, it drew itself away like the ocean just prior to a tsunami before coming back tenfold, clawing and tearing its way through your body. “Don’t-!”

A quickened heart rate made the throbbing in your head worsen, pounding like the thrums of an earthquake. Limbs that trembled in the ropes that tried to hold them still. A cold sweat that made your pathetic form shine beneath the hazy light above as Chuuya effortlessly took you with him. Still, even through your adrenaline, your body remained too weak to do so much as squirm in his arms.

“Easy now.” Dazai’s once harsh expression fades into something similarly sinister, though it tries to mask itself. His toothy grin is just a little too sharp and just a little too wide. “Don’t make this any harder for yourself.” 

When Chuuya stopped walking, you couldn’t see what he had led you to at first. You weren’t sure you really wanted to. Though, as it always seemed to, your morbid curiosity won as you slowly lifted your head to look around Chuuya’s side. Dazai stood next to the device like a giddy child excited to present their arts and crafts project, as macabre as that image may be. Whatever it was, it didn’t look like it’d be a pleasant experience. A wooden contraption, meeting in the middle to form a point, through the tip had been rounded ever so slightly. 

“This beauty here is-!” Dazai starts, and though you can’t see Chuuya’s face, you are able to feel the irritation in his tense body. “A wooden horse! Made by the Spanish, likely to punish those who didn’t follow Christianity. They’d force the victim to sit on this bad boy, tie weights to their feet and have them just endure the pain of their genitals being crushed against the wood!” Dazai smiles, much similar to that of a gameshow host. At your increasingly petrified look, Dazai laughs once more. “Luckily for you, this one doesn’t have spikes! Chuuya, if you’d do the honor.”

Now that Dazai is done with his happy-go-lucky farce, Chuuya hauls you over his shoulder once more and settles you over the top of the wooden horse. Though not necessarily agonizing, the rub of the hardwood against your pelvis was deeply uncomfortable, especially as it had the entire weight of your body working against you with nothing but the thin material of your panties to protect your cunt. 

You shift awkwardly, wincing as your weight shifts away from your clit, instead letting the dulled tip rub awkwardly between your lips. “I-I don’t…” Sweat beads at your forehead. With your legs bound and your arms tied behind your back, every one of your limbs was useless to you. Each breath, each shudder kept shifting your weight, moving the pressure from your clit to your labia. 

It’s that slow type of pain, one that starts as a discomfort until it makes your heart race and you have to take in sharp gasps of air. Seconds pass, each one letting the discomfort bloom into something sharp and stabbing.

“Now, now…” Dazai slinks up to your side, his grin never falling from his face as his hands settle on your waist. “I’m sure a girl like you should be used to something hard rubbing up against you…” He snickers, degrading words falling from his lips like poison. “I mean, I’m just surprised you can still feel anything down there, with how many men I’m sure you’ve let bend you over…”

When Chuuya smacks him over the head, Dazai just whines, the hit not deterring him in the slightest as bandaged hands snake up your torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands are cold, letting your uncomfortably warm body jump at the sharp contrast as they cup your tits. “What? Come on, Chuuya…! She’s getting wet and she’s making cute noises! She likes it, don’t you, girl?”

A pitiful whine escapes your lips as his nimble fingers tug at your sensitive nipples. Your back arches, desperate to get away from him, but unable to escape his grasp. Dazai’s hot breath brushes against your ear as his eye trails from your chest to your face. Cold air brushed against your exposed skin, only to get wafted away with his warm breath. “That’s right… Good girl… Does it hurt? Good.” Dazai coos into your ear as frustrated tears well up in your eyes. 

Your body moves instinctively, trying to get away from the man who coiled himself around you only to make yourself bite back a whimper as pain shoots through the bundle of nerves between your legs. “God- Fuck.” You hiss, sight blurred with unshed tears. The wood rubbed so painfully against your cunt, but you just knew that Dazai was right, for better or for worse. You were getting wet.

“A masochist, huh?” Dazai purrs, sounding far too excited at the revelation. “Good… That makes things easier for us, then.” 

Chuuya stood off to the side, his eyes affixed to the ground as the scene played out before him. He wasn’t uncomfortable with torture, hasn’t been for some time at the very least. Chuuya had watched over Dazai’s interrogations dozens of times before- watched nails get ripped off, sinews torn, teeth pulled out. But, something about this specific situation felt…weird to him. Dazai’s a creep, Chuuya reasons in his head. He can’t really be surprised that Dazai’s taking the opportunity to assault a pretty girl. 

Still, Chuuya chose to watch until his eye caught Dazai’s once more. Often, the two of them didn’t need words to communicate, so Chuuya knew what Dazai wanted immediately.

When Chuuya’s hands rested on your waist, Dazai’s lecherous grin widened. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he tugged at your puffy nipples, watching Chuuya’s cheeks flush as he grinds your hips against the wooden horse harder.

This time, you couldn’t suppress your wail. It felt like your nerves were being electrocuted, a strong buzzing, burning feeling bullied its way up your spine, singeing every atom in its wake. 

“There we go, Chuuya. Usually, you’re more excited to take part in our interrogations.” Dazai sighs, making his partner grit his teeth.

“Shut it, fuckface. This isn’t shit.” Your clit feels like it’s getting rubbed raw, your pelvis hitting the wood painfully.

“Oh yeah? Chuuya isn’t getting all hot and bothered, watching a cute girl writhe and moan in pain?” His nails dig into your nipples, the overstimulating feelings making tears well up in your eyes. “ ‘Cause you know what I think? I think Chuuya is getting off on this just as much as this cutie is.”

Chuuya snarls like a rabid dog, though he doesn’t respond to the provocation further than sinking his nails into the fat of your hips- surely leaving crescent-shaped bruises for the next day. “Just- fuck.” The redhead hisses, meeting your eyes for the first time that night. “Just tell the fucker everything you know and this’ll all be over, okay?”

Your head swam, earlier with the drumming pain of being knocked unconscious and now with sharp agony as you gasp, desperate for any reprieve. “I-I don’t-!” Your breath comes to you in sharp strikes, lungs heaving as you try to inhale. Everything feels muddied as you try desperately to sort through your words. “I don’t know anything, really-!”

Dazai sighs, rough bandages scratching along your exposed flesh. “You want to extend this, huh?” He sighs. “Poor thing can’t think straight, even when she isn’t getting fucked. It’s a little pathetic, really. This is nothing, and you’re already blubbering like a child?” Your breath catches in your throat and your whole body is shaking pitifully, and his wide smirk borders on uncanny as his nails dig into your soft chest, threatening to draw blood. “Or maybe you’re crying because you like it? Is that it? Have you been fucked so much that even being tortured feels good to you?”

“No! God, fuck!” You hiss, whines and cries spilling from your lips uselessly as Chuuya continues working your hips against the wood. The worst, most humiliating part is that you can feel your core throb with each push and pull of your hips. Dazai is right, you hiccup. You’re being tortured by the Port Mafia for information you just don’t know and you like it.

Your pitiful noises are shut up by Dazai as he slides two of his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the back of your tongue, making you gag around them. “There we go. Nice and quiet. Now, listen to me. Whether you know it or not, you’re privy to some sensitive information.” Still hovering over your shoulder, he nudges your cheek with his as he whispers into your ear. “You stumbled across one of our enemies' dealings last night and we just need to know exactly what you saw. It’s really not that hard, darling. Either you tell us what we want to know, or we hand you over to that ratty little street gang and who knows what they’d do to a pretty thing like you.”

Your tears threaten to fall as he takes his fingers out of your mouth, the spit connecting them to their lips with a thin string as the movement makes you gag. “Damn it!” You sob, the saliva slipping past your lips. “I don’t know! I didn’t see anything!” 

This time, Chuuya is the one to sigh- Dazai’s playful frustrations seemingly seeping over to the other man as well. Since the moment Dazai had ordered him, Chuuya’s hands had not stopped grinding your cunt against the wooden structure, making sure he aimed for the most sensitive area. “We don’t have all day, girl.” Chuuya hisses as you sputter.

“Now even Chuuya is getting fed up with you… He’s right, though. We could leave you here while we both go do more important things.” Dazai hums, keeping a watchful eye on Chuuya. “Leave your poor little clit swollen and needy, so desperate for relief for hours. All you have to do is remember just a few tiny details for us. It’s really not that hard, pretty girl.”

And then, the thought of being left alone with this stabbing pain that eats through your pelvis and vulva, is finally what makes the dam break. You wail, wrenching your head to the side as tears fall down your cheeks. Heart wrenching sobs echo through the Port Mafia’s basement not for the first time and certainly very far from the last. No matter how hard you try to formulate sentences, pleas and ‘I don’t know’s spill from you like a broken record.  Because you really don’t know. You didn’t go walking around at night, you didn’t walk across some shady drug dealing or arms exchange! From the moment you woke up here, you’ve had no clue what either of these men are talking about!

As you can’t see his face, Dazai doesn’t even bother faking his facial expression as he does with his tone of voice. He looks overjoyed with the tears that run down your cheeks, smudging whatever makeup you may have been wearing the night prior. His dark eyes gleam with something sadistic- something so downright vile that even Chuuya pauses his movements for a second. 

“Fine. Chuuya, you know what to do.” He lets go of you, slinking around Chuuya’s side and grabbing onto his shoulders to whisper in the redhead’s ear. “If she doesn’t remember, we’ll have to make her remember. I know you like watching her squirm just as much as I do.” He smirks, his eyes falling to the tent in Chuuya’s pants. “Maybe she’ll decide to talk after you make her take care of the little problem she caused.” Dazai snickers to himself, making Chuuya fluster and growl at him. 

“Fucking bastard…” Chuuya mumbles to himself, finally letting go of your hips and allowing the momentary reprieve before his nails dig into your scalp instead. Using his hand, he forces you to bend at an awkward angle with your body still being supported by the wooden horse but your head being nearly eye level with his crotch. The aching of your spine is enough to muffle the noise of his belt coming undone until it’s far too late. 

His dick is pretty, maybe about five and a half inches, but God, is it thick. The tip is red and already weeping precum, letting it pearl and drip down the bottom. You’re given only a few seconds to gawk before Chuuya hooks his gloved thumb into your mouth and pulls your jaw open.

His length is just enough to prod at the back of your tongue each time he pulls your head toward him. Chapped lips wrap around the tip easily, though they begin to strain ever so slightly as you hit the thickest part of the spit slicked cock. Chuuya doesn't care much as his fingers dig into your hair, pushing his hips flush against your face and into your hot throat. Your hands, bound behind your back, strain and clench instinctively but are unable to break from the rope. Chuuya’s strong hands bring your head back and forth, mercilessly letting you sputter and choke on his cock. All the while, he stares down at your tear streaked cheeks, muttering and cursing Dazai beneath his breath.

“Hah…” Dazai puffs out, his own cheeks heating up at the sight. “What a brute Chuuya is, treating a lady like that…” His teasing words only serve to aggravate Chuuya further, making him fuck your throat even rougher. That, of course, is exactly what Dazai wanted to see. Slowly, his hand comes to wrap around your throat, squeezing just so he could feel the way Chuuya’s length forced you to choke. 

“Shit-” Chuuya takes in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Don’t you dare let go, jackass. That feels perfect.” He groans as he feels his balls tighten up, releasing a gushing load of cum into your throat. As you choke, you can only let out a muffled groan as you go dizzy at the pressure and deprivation of air. You swallow Chuuya’s thick cum, desperately trying to not heave as the white ropes fight their way down your esophagus. “Good… Good fuckin’ girl. You’re perfect, take it. Just like that…”

As he pulls away, leaving you to cough up everything Chuuya spilled down your throat, you’re pitifully aware of the longing ache between your legs left untouched and unsatisfied. It felt like all the veins in your head were pounding with such force that they were about to burst. All the air in your lungs seemed to evade you, leaving you breathless despite the oxygen that surrounds you. 

Your back aches and your clit has been rubbed raw against your underwear. Though, even that torment doesn’t seem enough for Dazai because the moment Chuuya lets go of your hair, Dazai swoops in like a vulture. He pulls your head back just enough that you’re able to meet his eyes once more.

“There we go… Wasn’t so bad, was it, darling? Even if you didn’t get to finish. Though, I’m sure-” He dabs the sweat off of your forehead. “You’d like for this to all be over. So I’ll say this one final time. What. Do. You. Know?” His voice drops, the echo of the dingy basement adding a certain inhuman quality to it, making his voice sound like it was ringing out of hell itself. 

“I don’t—” you hiccup. “I du-dunno what to tell you—I dunno what you want—” Your tired, bleary eyes blink at him, any indignant spirit you may have had long since disappeared.  “I really don’t know what you’re talking about!” Your voice cracks, thick with unshed tears. 

“Hmm. Maybe we really do have the wrong person after all.” Dazai considers it after a moment, voice painfully playful and nonchalant. Dazai drops your head as he turns to look at Chuuya, whose face is still flushed as he tucks his soft dick back into his pants. “I mean, if that’s the case… Then this whole interrogation has been a total bust, huh?”

Chuuya sighs when Dazai gives him another look. Briefly, Chuuya looks at you oddly, eyes brimming with a type of compassion that seemed impossible for someone who had just helped assault you. Even then, as he avoids your eyes, he picks you up and drops you back to the floor.

You grunt, relieved of the pain between your legs, even though the back of your head smacks against the concrete as a result. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Dazai starts, hovering over you like he had done just thirty minutes ago. “This has been fun, really. But we don't need anymore from you if you really don’t have anything to tell us.”

Two clicks of metal, a bang, and everything goes dark.

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hihi congrats on 1k! could i get 🍺 with osamu? maybe they end up stargazing after getting tipsy and osamu is reaffirming his love for reader while she’s just rambling on about how pretty the stars are and how they remind her of him. tysm in advance i love your works hehehe

sweetest. | miya o.

osamu x f!reader

written in 2nd perspective

prompts from 1k followers event: 🍺 -> drunk

"everywhere, everything / i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat / 'til our fingers decompose / i'll keep my hands in yours" from everywhere, everything by noah kahan

word count: 1.6k words

notes: fluff! reader and osamu are in an established relationship and both attend culinary school or something like that :) sorry if any ideas or terms are incorrect!!! hi i'm still alive!! happy december^^

it felt like a scene from a movie; something you’d watch during the middle of the film, not quite the end of a couple’s story, but far from their beginning.

he had his hand in yours, pulling you forward, further into the field, the only sounds being the grass brushing against your shoes and the giggles coming from both of you as you stumbled forward.

“samu– stop pulling so hard– ‘m gonna fall,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath; the result of laughing too hard and the long trek here from your dorm. what started as a celebration of passing your shared final with a single bottle of soju had turned into a trip to the grocery store and then a race to a nearby field.

god knew what time it was now, but it hardly mattered. classes had finished and the coming spring was beginning to melt the last snowfall. the sky was clear and the bleeze that blew your hair to the side was nice and pleasant.

osamu had only given you a grin in return for your complaint, tugging at your hand one more time especially harshly, causing you to exclaim as you were drawn flush to his chest. he hadn’t even bothered to change out of his shirt from earlier in the day, and you could still smell the strawberries you’d both used in your final dish during your pastry class. you weren’t sure if the reminder of the dish was good or bad– you’d both passed with flying colors (luckily) but it had been the final you were most nervous for.

his arms around you made the thought drift away before you could decide, as wrapping your arms around him was the only thing you could think of while you both continued to stumble forward.

however, being so close to him, you felt when his foot hit something hidden with the grass, and your world seemed to flip as the both of you yelped, falling to the ground.

taking the brunt of the impact, osamu groaned, trying to grab hold of his surroundings again while you giggled, still laying on his chest. “mmph…” he groaned, a hand to his head as your boyfriend tried to recover from the fall.

as his hand slid down his face, he opened his eyes, staring up at the night sky, almost going still as he was taken aback by the view. “damn, sweetheart… you should turn around. ‘s really pretty above us.”

“hm?” you perked your head up, a playful look in your eyes, “what could be more pretty than what’s right in front of me? i think i’m happy looking right here~” you teased, peering into his face, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“oh stop,” he mumbled, looking away as his face heated up. he was trying to form the right comeback in his mind, but nothing could hide the way his heart sped up at your words. you were right on top of him, a hand pressed to his chest while the other was roaming, mainly running up and down his left arm. “ ‘s not prettier than you, but the sky is clear tonight. i think you’d like it,” he spoke up, turning his head back to look at you, feeling a little shy under your gaze. he’d meant to say something flirty to fluster you back, but he’d ended up just sounding like a pathetic wimp, and he could already hear his stupid brother laughing his ass off in his head from what he’d said. that annoying hyena laugh of his– where did his twin get it from? surely not his mother.

“mm…if you say so, ‘samu. i’ll look for you,” your voice was heavy and slurred as you stumbled over your words, and perhaps the trip to the store for more liquor earlier hadn’t been needed. you both had celebrated plenty with what you'd already had at home.

you pressed another kiss to his jaw, and then another, and then you were moving lower until he placed his hands on your sides and you hummed, sliding off his chest to lay on your back beside him, your arm still splayed out across his middle.

his eyes had followed you as you rolled off, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he watched your eyes widen at the sight above. your lips parted slightly as you kept looking up, eyebrows relaxed and slightly raised in awe of the view above you.

normally, the light pollution from the streetlights that illuminated the paths of your college campus prevented you from seeing much of the nighttime sky but out in this field, laying in the cool, wet, dewy grass away from any light source, the sky was littered with stars. it wasn’t even all that dark on its own, you realized, and you wondered why there were even lights in the cities to begin with. you were positive you'd be able to navigate the city with your only light being the sky above. it was expansive, and if you looked far enough back, lifting your head slightly off the ground, everything else in sight disappeared, leaving you with only a view of the sky which seemed to curve and go on forever. the stars glimmered upon their wide canvas that wasn’t quite black, but a twilight blue more clear than black. a few flashing lights moved across the sky, sometimes red, signaling a traveling aircraft above, and you followed one moving east before you began to rack your brain for any knowledge of the constellations, searching for anything that might make a shape in the sky. 

while you were busy looking at the stars above, he was looking at you. it truly felt like a cliche movie and he almost wanted to look away before you caught him staring, but he found that he couldn't look away. he realized what those actors in the movies felt when they stared at their partners who were focused on a screen in the movies or looked at their partners while they watched the clouds.

your laugh pulled him from his thoughts as he saw your arm stretch out as you pointed at the sky, “look, ‘samu, that one looks like an onigiri. and those stars look like volleyball! they’ve got a little curve like they’re those lines on the ball and everything. maybe the stars rearranged themselves just for you tonight–” your head lolled to the side as you looked at him, an innocent smile on your face. “what are you looking at, silly? the stars are up there!” he allowed your hand to smoosh his face as you tried to push it off its side to make him face the stars, which he looked at for a second before grabbing your hand, kissing it as he looked back at you.

“i see the stars, honey. i’m the one who told you to look up there in the first place,” he teased gently, continuing to stare at you while you looked back with wide eyes as if you were flabbergasted that he’d just kissed your hand. “‘m just looking at something prettier. and sweeter. i think everything i need is right in front of me. the sky could be blank for all i care– you’re the prettiest of them all.”

your lips pursed as you pulled your hand from his grip only to scoot closer, burying and hiding your face in his chest as you hit it lightly, “‘samu…” you whined while he ran a hand through your hair, a chuckle escaping him, “you’re so cheesy! but sweet… but wrong! you're wrong– the stars are prettier than me but i guess they can’t be sweet... you’re the sweetest! you know that, ‘samu?” you were rambling now, and he looked down at you, eyes crinkled in amusement as you peeked up at him from his shirt.

“you’re the sweetest, angel,” he replied, brushing a hair out of your face.

you suddenly sprang up, sitting up and climbing on top of him, “not true!” you argued, grabbing a fist fulll of his shirt before you seemed to hunch over with a groan, “sat up too fast– god–” he couldn’t help but laugh as you let go of his shirt, placing it on your stomach instead while focusing on not hurling up your guts.

“take it easy, doll. don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he smiled up at you when you straightened up again, looking down at him with a grin of your own.

“not until you admit you’re the sweetest. i won’t let you take me home until you admit it!” you challenged, crossing your arms.

he sat up slightly, leaning back on his elbows as he continued to look at you, “mm… no. can’t admit something that’s not true, sweets.”

“that’s what i should be calling you! don’t call me sweets,” you complained, looking back at him with a pout on your lips.

he laughed again as he held the side of your face, kissing your pursed lips before pulling back again. “we’ll be here all night if you don’t get off me, sweets. you’ve got the sweetest lips and the sweetest heart, and i’ll kiss you all night telling you so if that’s what it takes.”

he flirted back, staying close to your face after kissing you and your cheeks redden as you felt his breath on your lips, your mind suddenly blanking on any kind of comeback. “i... fine. i can be sweetest today, but this fight isn’t over. you hear?” you jabbed a finger at his chest, trying to appear tough. “now, kiss me again.”

he snorted at the demand, before sitting up completely, situating you on his lap as his other hand reached up to hold the other side of your face. “whatever my love demands. i'm all yours, sweetheart.”

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ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠᴀɴɢᴇʟɪꜱᴍ (ɢᴇᴛᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

pairing: geto x f!reader (not au, geto and reader are both around 27)

word count: 1.8k

summary: as one of masamichi yaga’s former students, you got along well with geto, gojo, and riko back in your high school days. now things are different, but you’re still attached to one man, suguru geto. you obey his every command like a devoted follower does.

warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI, DARK CONTENT AHEAD, dom!geto and sub!reader, oral (m receiving), face fucking, use of the words cock and cunt, slapping, spitting, degrading, nickname use (slut), clit slapping, choking, light violence, angst!!!!, brainwashed reader, talks of non-sorcerer death (not too graphic, just mentioned), talk of cults, hyena motif, emotionally manipulative geto

a note: will i ever get over this? no. no, i will not.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew you loved him. From almost failing a test because you spent too long gazing at him in class, to following him around like a lost puppy on campus, you’ve always been in love with Suguru Geto. Even now.

You’re devoted. You trust him. You’re easy. And that’s why Suguru keeps you around. He likes to manipulate you, he likes to push your buttons and tease you, send you away crying knowing you’ll come crawling back for more. You had never defied him. If he said jump, you’d ask how high. If he told you to kill an innocent non-sorcerer, you would.

You’re not a part of his cult, no, no. You’ve heard about cults before and heard the tales of Jim Jones, Charles Manson, Heaven’s Gate, and, of course, the Star Religious Group. You’ve seen the televangelist proclamations of the second coming of Christ and heard all about the Rapture, but that isn’t what this is. He isn’t a cult leader, not at all. He’s your Suguru. Your leader, devoted to the cause of wiping out the weak, the non-sorcerers. The ones who killed Riko.

You’re not his follower, you’re his. His soulmate! The one who gets to stay in his cushy cabin while the others are stuck in frail tents that could be knocked over by a gentle breeze. You’re the one he makes love to every night. He wouldn’t do that for just any follower, you were special. You had to be. You don’t know who you would be without him. You’ve supported him for so long, let his poisonous ideals fill your lungs and you choked on them at first, like anyone would, but soon you began to breathe them in.

You hadn’t always been this way. Once, you had done the unthinkable, the thing that breaks his heart the most: you tried to escape. You didn’t make it far out of the compound before he found you, easily overpowering you and tackling you to the ground. He was calm, at first, telling you how disappointed he was in you. How you failed him. You were supposed to be special. How could you do this to him? He trusted you. He started to get angry at your tears and your pathetic apologies, and he decided to give you a beating, just for good measure, breaking your nose just for the fun of it before he dragged you back inside the compound by your hair, kicking and screaming.

Once he had you back in his teeth, locked away in his room, he made you realise how disrespectful you were. He gave you everything, and you thought you could just run away? He taught you so much. He taught you how to hone your technique, how to make it as powerful as his. Almost. He taught you his ideals, about how all non-sorcerers are worthless monkeys who cause curses to begin with. He taught you that your thoughts about defecting — about leaving him — were like hyenas, and without him and his guidance, they would laugh at you as they chased you through the desert before killing you and ripping you limb from limb. You didn’t want to leave him, did you? You couldn’t be without him, after all, you were nothing without him. He had you wrapped around his finger, and his cock, and he loved every second of it, although he had to admit you looked prettier on your knees, worshipping him.

And that’s exactly what you’re doing. On your knees, trying to ignore the tingling in your calves from kneeling on the hardwood, his cock down your throat. You bob your head, tears streaming down your cheeks from the burning sensation in the back of your throat, trying not to gag. Suguru didn’t like it when you gagged. He didn’t like it when you resisted. 

You make your way down to the base, your nose buried in his pubes, and he reaches a hand around to push on your head. “Good girl. Stay there for a second.” You nod, as best as you can, blinking away the tears as you relax your throat. He strokes your hair for a second before his hips thrust.

You try to relax, squeezing your thumbs against your palms as you try not to gag.

And he thrusts again.

And again.

And again.

And you gag, your hands instinctively coming up to his thighs to push him away. He grips your hair into a tight fist and yanks you off, a trail of spit following your mouth. A symbol of your connection. You take a shaky deep breath, looking up at him with red, teary eyes. “Suguru-” 

He slaps you, hard. Your head jolts to the right, a stinging sensation spreading over your cheek. You sniffle, tears welling in your eyes again. You could almost hear the hyena’s laugh. 

He tugs your head up towards him, slapping you again, harder this time. “I told you not to gag.” You nod, babbling an apology. You deserve this punishment, after all. You had failed him. You were resisting, even though you didn’t mean to. You notice his cold, hateful glare and you apologise even more, apologising for your failure, apologising for letting him down.

You want his cock back in your mouth. You want to be useful to him. You look at it, thick and long and covered in your spit and tears. You feel your mouth watering and you stick your tongue out slightly. He notices this and laughs, jostling your head around. “You want my cock?”

You nod, panting a little. “Yes, Suguru.”

“Are you going to gag again?” He asks, tugging on your hair.

“No,” you say, your eyes wide and full of adoration as you stare up at him. “I won’t gag.”

He sighs, tugging on your hair again. “You know what happens when you disappoint me,” You nod again. “What happens when you disappoint me?”

“The hyenas come.” You answer softly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Suguru says, pushing your face against him. He rubs his cock against your cheek, smearing your spit and tears over your face. “The hyenas come, and they will kill you. And then you’ll be without me. And what are you without me?”

Your answer quickly. “Nothing.” He grins. He taught you so well, he taught you exactly how to please him. He rubs his cock against your cheek, the one he just slapped, before sliding his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. He thrusts and thrusts, and you finally listen to this time. You don’t gag, not even once. You take his abuse, loving every second of it.

After a few minutes, he pushes you off and you land harshly on the floor. “Get on the bed, slut.” You do, climbing up onto the bed and pressing your back against the pillows. He gets on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. He spits on your cunt before sliding in, gritting his teeth at the slight resistance. You weren’t being very good right now, were you? He slaps your clit and your cunt gushes, allowing him to slide in. 

Suguru leans down on his elbows, one hand wrapped tight around your throat as he thrusts into you. He loves this feeling, the feeling of you spread open and dripping wet for him, wrapped around his cock. You take all of his hurt and abuse and you smile and ask for more. He’s never met anyone quite like you, so easy to manipulate and so easy to toss around like a toy. He could even throw you away once he was bored, knowing you would still be in the trash can once he needed you again. Suguru didn’t care about you. You could drop dead in front of him and he would step over your body, only hearing the hyena’s laugh as they tear out your intestines. He let you call him Suguru, but only because he knew you loved it, and if you loved it and you loved him, you would worship him. You would be his, and that’s all he needs, a devoted follower to support his goal.

“Open,” He says, squeezing your throat. Your mouth falls open and your tongue rolls out, and he spits directly on your tongue. “Don’t swallow it. Let me see.” You nod, your tongue hanging out as he fucks you, his spit dripping onto your chin. The sight makes his cock twitch, you look so pathetic and stupid, and he can’t wait to hit you later and make you cry for disobeying him and gagging on his cock. If you couldn’t follow a simple order, what could you do?

The combination of his big cock in your tight little cunt, his spit on your tongue, and his hand around your throat is too much and you cum, squeezing and clenching around him. He laughs triumphantly, squeezing your throat even tighter. He slaps you again, not because you did anything wrong, but because he loved the pathetic look in your eyes as the hit registered. His hand tightens to the point of strangulation as he cums inside you, burying himself deep at the hilt. He leans his forehead on your chest as the cum spurts out of his cock, painting your insides white. This is the closest you’ll ever get to being his.

He pulls out, climbs off of you, and leaves the room. You lay there for a second, catching your breath, basking in your post-orgasm haze. You shakily stand up and head into his bathroom, cleaning yourself up. You leave the dried spit and smeared mascara, knowing Suguru will like that more.

Once you return to his bed, he’s already lying down, a drink in hand. He isn’t even looking at you and all you can do is admire his beauty. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and you don’t understand how you got this lucky. You lay next to him, your head on his bicep as he stares out the window, deep in thought.

After a long, comfortable pause, you speak. “Suguru?”

He looks down at you, a look of disinterest on his face. “Yes?”

You lick your lips, fiddling with your hands. You pick at the skin around your thumbs when you get nervous, and your eye twitches as you break the skin once again. Finally, you speak, “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” His eyes narrow for a second before he smiles, leaning down towards you. You feel his hot breath on your face and you bite your lip, wondering if this will be the day he finally kisses you.

He chuckles, pushing some hair out of your face. “What makes you think we’re soulmates in this one?”

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am i okay? maybe

[waka-chan-out]

your fics are so good!!

idk if you take requests but if you do, could you do a third gym fic (tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi) with a switch reader?

Third Gym Reunion

akaashi, kuroo, tsukishima, & bokuto x switch!reader

Plot: Your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji, gets invited to meet up with his old practice buddies. His friends already know you have an open relationship and are fully ready to take advantage of it.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 8.5k (jesus christ !!)

content warning: (deep breath) established relationship, open relationship, five-some (if that’s even a word), sub!bokuto, reader calls bokuto puppy, bokuto with mommy kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, degradation, snowballing, spanking, hair pulling, spit-roasting, finger sucking, calling tsukki his given name, spitting, in my canon akaashi and bokuto have hooked up before so you’ll see the repercussions of that in this story, don’t mind me putting in an anal warning for them here, slight exibitionism but not really, slight overstim but not really, essentially it’s filth.

“For the last time, no,” Keiji said.

“Why not? I want to meet the boys,” you whined, grasping at his forearm. He kept staring straight at the road, seemingly immune to your pleading.

“Because I know my friends. It will not end well.”

“How come? Don’t you trust them?”

Keiji laughed. “Absolutely not. Bokuto I can talk into behaving. Tsukishima and -- oh god -- Kuroo? Absolutely not.”

“What could they possibly do?”

“They know we’re more . . . open, love. They’ll try to take advantage of that.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Babe!”

“What? You said they’re all tall, right? Are they handsome?”

Keiji shrugged, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. My answer is no.”

“Why don’t you just take me along? I’m sure they’d bring a girlfriend if they had one. You’re the lucky guy out of the three of you.”

“What if they try to . . . proposition you?”

“If they’re icky, I’ll say no.”

He turned to you, alarmed. “And if they aren’t?”

“Are you saying they aren’t?”

“Answer the question.”

“If they aren’t, I’ll look to you for approval.”

“No.”

“What? You don’t even know they’re gonna ask.”

“You haven’t met them. Bokuto is going to take one look at you and be latched onto you all night. God only knows what Kuroo will do.”

“What about the other one?”

“Who?”

“The blond.”

“Oh, Tsukki? He’ll just insult you. I doubt he’d ever sink to asking me.”

You smirked. “He sounds fun.”

“Only some --” Keiji noticed your cheeky expression. “Hey! No.”

“You never know.”

“I know.”

“Whatever you say, Kei.”

“Don’t call me that around them.”

You pouted. “Why?”

“That’s Tsukishima’s first name.”

You grinned. “So you’re saying I get to come as long as I don’t use your nickname?”

Keiji sighed. “I guess so. I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t.”

“Yay!” You hummed happily, then turned to him with a cheeky smile on your face. “Wait . . . is Bokuto the one that you--” Keiji cut you off by clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t.”

“I’m right! Oh my god, Keiji, I’m excited to meet him.”

“It’s been a long time, love. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

“Oh please, if it was with you, he remembers.”

Keiji’s brows knitted together.

“What does that mean?” he asked. You wiggled your fingers at him.

“You’ve got very memorable hands.”

His face flushed a bright red and he turned away from you.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

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Your confident demeanor only faltered slightly when you arrived at gym three, where they all used to practice together. Only Kuroo and Bokuto were there and, as you suspected, they weren’t even remotely icky. Kuroo was tall with dark hair, his dress shirt and pants hiding a slim but muscular frame. He looked like he had just come from work. Bokuto on the other hand was huge. He wore simple sweatpants and a sweatshirt and looked thoroughly happy to be there. He was holding a volleyball and yelling when you and Keiji stepped through the doorway.

“What do you mean I’ve gotten worse? I’m a professional!”

“You’re a dumbass that can’t receive the ball.”

“And you’re a scammer!”

“Bokuto, this is my work uniform. I don’t scam people.”

“You look like a scammer.”

“I work for a legitimate company!”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. See? Scammer.”

“Bokuto-san,” Keiji called from the doorway. “His company is real. You need to calm down.”

“Aghakshi!” Bokuto sprinted for his friend while Kuroo fell into step behind him, a pleased smile on his face. Bokuto wrapped Keiji up in a bear hug.

“You’re late, ‘Kashi. Kuroo was mean without you.”

“I’m not mean.” Kuroo placed a hand on his chest. “I am a very nice man.”

“No, you’re a scammer and a liar.”

“I’m not --”

“Guys,” Keiji butted in. He gestured behind himself to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Please behave around them.” Both men’s eyes froze on you, making you distinctly aware of your height difference. Keiji wasn’t short by any means, but these men were huge.

“Hi,” you said, pasting a cheerful smile across your face. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys. I’ve heard all about you.”

“I guarantee we’re worse in person,” Kuroo said, eyes sparkling as he reached out to shake your hand.

“Why do you do that?” Bokuto asked, eyebrows drawn down in a frown.

“It’s the truth.”

“It’s not the truth,” Keiji stepped in, separating your hand from Kuroo’s. You hadn’t realized you were still holding it. “You’re both dorks and they know it already. Stop being weird.”

“Hi,” a bored sounding voice came from directly behind you. You turned around and shrunk against Keiji. Tsukishima stood behind you, shaggy blonde hair just barely hiding his serious eyebrows. He was thin, too, but tall. He and Kuroo were about the same size, but seeing Tsukishima so close to you made your heart pound.

“Tsukki-poo, how are you, buddy?” Bokuto yelled, pushing past you to wrap his friend up in his arms.

“Don’t call me that.” Tsukki sounded bored and annoyed, but you knew he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t miss his friends just a little bit. “Who’s the little one?” he asked, staring down at you with cold eyes. Bokuto grinned, still hanging onto him.

“That’s Akaashi’s partner. Isn’t that cool?”

“Sure. You guys fuck other people, don’t you?”

Silence. You stared at the ground, eyes wide in amused disbelief.

“That. Well. You aren’t wrong but that seems inappropriate.” Keiji was bright red and only burned brighter as he spoke.

“Not as inappropriate as you describing your sex life to us. Do they know you do that?”

“Yes, I do,” you said, staring up at him. “Slow down, lamp post. I think you need to relax.”

Kuroo let out a hyena laugh. “I like them,” he said.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Are we playing or not?”

“Playing,” Keiji said.

“Fine. Akaashi, you help tiny. Bokuto, you can be on their team.”

Bokuto frowned. “Why? You guys just have two middle blockers.”

“Kuroo can receive and both of us can spike.”

“Who’s going to set for you?” Keiji asked.

“I can,” you chimed in. Keiji’s friends all turned to you in surprise.

“I played through college. It’s only fair. Bokuto and Akaashi against me, Tsukishima, and Kuroo.”

Kuroo smiled, eyes glinting again as he stared at you. “I think that’s a brilliant plan. Ok with you, ‘Kashi?” Keiji narrowed his eyes at his friend, who still had his eyes trained on you.

“They can play setter for you. That’s it.”

The three other men looked at each other in surprise. The implication of his words was . . . jarring. You smiled nervously and walked to one side of the net. You shrugged off your jacket, revealing a thin long-sleeved shirt that no longer covered the back of your leggings. You could feel at least two men’s eyes on you, but you ignored it. All you had to do now was prove you could still play volleyball.

“You know the rules, then?” Tsukishima asked, tying his shoes tighter.

“I’ll be just fine, Tsukki-babe,” you said. He cringed at the nickname. “I’m more concerned with how Kuroo is going to play in his work clothes.

“Give me a minute, dearest,” he said, walking past you with a bag in his hands. “I brought clothes.”

“Hustle up, buddy, or we’ll start without you.”

“Shut up and practice before we lose to the chaos twins.”

Tsukki scoffed. “Like we’re going to lose to them. Bokuto’s going to go emo-mode in ten minutes, guaranteed.”

“Emo mode?” you asked. Tsukki’s brows raised and he smiled for the first time since you had met him.

“You’re dating Akaashi and you don’t know about Bokuto’s emo mode?”

“I guess not.”

He let out a delighted laugh, completely out of character but quite sweet. “God, you’re in for a treat.”

Kuroo returned in a short pair of red athletic shorts and a black t-shirt.

“Is that the same outfit you had in high school?” Keiji asked, a smile on his face.

“The very same,” Kuroo said, laughing and stretching his arms across his chest. “Well, not the exact same clothes, but the same colors. I outgrew my old stuff. I’ve gotten much bigger since high school.” He winked in your direction.

“Gross,” Tsukki said.

“Shut up.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Can we start?” He shrugged off his own jacket, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and athletic shorts.

“Who gets first serve?” Keiji asked.

“There are more of us. You guys can start,” Kuroo said.

“Bokuto, do you want to serve or should I?” Keiji turned to Bokuto, who looked grumpy at the lack of attention he was getting.

“You do it, ‘Kashi.”

“Are you sure?”

Bokuto nodded vigorously and Keiji walked to the back line. You stood up towards the net while the other men backed up on the court.

“Nice serve,” you yelled.

“Shut up. He’s on the other team,” Tsukki said, sounding exasperated.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“So, you should want to kick his ass,” Kuroo said. You laughed and Keiji hit the ball over the net.

It went to Tsukki, who easily bumped it up. It traveled high in the air, thank goodness. You were a little rusty, but this made it much easier on you.

“Left!” Kuroo called, hand in the air. You pushed the ball his way, satisfied at the way it lifted off your fingers. You missed this feeling. It landed right against Kuroo’s hand, who slammed it down. It barely grazed the top of Bokuto’s fingers before spinning off and hitting the ground. Kuroo ran for you immediately, grin on his face.

“That was great! I gotta say, I thought you were going to suck, but that was great.” He continued rambling as you turned to Tsukki.

“What did you think, tough guy? That was a nice receive.”

“It wasn’t that impressive. I just knew it had to go high so your dumbass could actually hit it.” He sneered as he spoke, but from the way he was rubbing his forearms you could tell he was excited too. Though he played on his own, you were sure he missed practicing with this group.

“I’d like to see one of your famous blocks next time,” you teased.

“Then tell Bokuto-san to receive the damn ball.” He turned away from you and walked to the back line.

“Hey!” Bokuto had gotten into a receiving position, hands on his knees waiting for your team to serve. You couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were, even through his sweatpants. “Can we go or is Tsukki-dude gonna keep complaining?”

“We’re going,” Tsukishima replied, picking up the volleyball that Keiji had rolled over to his feet. “Relax before you use up all the energy in your brain.” You couldn’t help but snicker. His responses were so quick. He was an ass, but he was charming in his own way.

Tsukishima took his place on the back line and easily popped the ball over the net. Bokuto received it and sent it up high. Keiji had to run for it but he got under the ball. Tsukishima and Kuroo took their places on the net, following Bokuto closely with their eyes. You backed up and bent your knees, ready to receive if they somehow missed it.

They didn’t miss it.

The ball hammered into Tsukishima’s hand and he flexed his fingers, sending it straight back down over the net. Kuroo hollered and slapped him on the back, while Bokuto drooped down and a pouty expression came over his face.

“It wasn’t a hard spike. I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” Tsukishima said as Kuroo continued chattering on about how much he’s improved.

“Aghashkiii,” Bokuto said. Tsukishima’s attention was on him in an instant, eyes twinkling.

“Oh fuck, it’s happening.” He gestured for you to come closer. “Shortie, are you watching?”

“Yes, I’m watching. What’s going on?” You approached and watched as your boyfriend’s shoulders fell in a deep sigh.

“Kashi, we have to switch,” Bokuto whined. “You can’t set it to me anymore.”

“Told you it’d be less than ten minutes,” Tsukishima said, expression smug.

“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked. Kuroo laughed.

“He’ll be fine,” he said. “He just needs his setter. Akaashi, on the other hand, will barely survive. He hasn’t had to deal with this in years.” You snickered, then briefly wondered if they knew about Bokuto and Keiji’s . . . antics back in the day.

“Does he do this on his pro team?” you asked.

“Not that I’ve seen. Either they’re better at managing it or Bokuto just goes full baby for Akaashi.” Kuroo rolled his eyes and walked away.

You laughed to yourself. What an idiot. However, he was an idiot that was wrapped around your boyfriend’s finger. Interesting.

“Bokuto-san, are you sure?” Keiji was saying. “Your setting isn’t very precise.”

“Apparently neither is my spiking.”

“Fine. Good luck.” Bokuto didn’t see Keiji shake his head as he spoke. Tsukishima grabbed the volleyball again, a wide smile on his face.

“God, I can’t wait to see this one,” he said, then raised his voice so the other men could hear him. “Akaashi, it’s coming to you!” Keiji nodded and got into position. Bokuto’s eyes were still wide and blank as he got closer to the net.

Tsukishima hit the ball right into Keiji’s arms. He bumped it up without much trouble and shouted for Bokuto.

“Get under the ball, Bokuto!” He backed up to start a spiking approach.

“I got it!” Bokuto sounded frustrated. He ran for the ball, settled underneath it, and . . .

It clattered to the gym floor behind him. His expression remained blank and focused on the air above him, even when his arms flopped down to his sides.

“Our point!” Tsukishima called, smiling again. He ducked to the other side of the net and grabbed the ball. He really was a brat.

“Bokuto --” Keiji started.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” Bokuto said, slumping to the gym floor.

“You can’t just give up like that,” Kuroo interjected, sounding more amused than frustrated.

“I can and I will. Let’s just go to dinner. I don’t want to be sweaty if we’re going somewhere nice.”

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You were grateful that Keiji had convinced you to bring something nice to wear to the restaurant, otherwise you would have looked completely out of place. Kuroo had put his work clothes back on. Keiji had thrown on a sweater. Tsukishima wore a button-up and a vest and Bokuto was wearing a blazer with a t-shirt. Somehow, the outfits suited them.

“So,” Kuroo said between sips from a bottle of beer. “Akaashi has told us all about you.” You chuckled, pushing around the remaining rice on your plate.

“Is that so?” You glanced at Keiji, who sat beside you. His cheeks were slightly pink. He looked precious, like he was skating right on the edge of a giggle fit.

“Yep,” Kuroo continued. He had a sly smile on his face and looked all too happy to be talking to you. He leaned toward you across Tsukishima’s lap, who frowned and shoved him off. Kuroo flopped back down, leaning on an elbow on the table in front of his tall friend. “I’d say we know more about you than you know about us.”

“You know, that’s probably true.” You leaned on the table and matched his posture.

“Lame. Akaashi, why don’t you talk about us?”

Keiji took a deep sip of his drink and shook his head.

“Because I knew meeting you guys would do all the talking,” he said.

“What’s that mean?” Bokuto said a little too loudly, leaning into Keiji’s lap. Keiji looked down at him patiently, cheeks flushing a bit darker.

“It means your personalities are so aggressive that they need no explanation.”

“I’m not aggressive!”

“But your personality is.”

Bokuto frowned, not understanding but accepting the answer.

“So, what do you know about me?” you asked, turning back to Kuroo. He shrugged, staring into space to consider your question before giggling.

“What are you laughing at?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew exactly what he was thinking, but you wanted him to say it.

“The…nature…of your relationship with our boy Akaashi.”

“Yeah?” You tipped back your glass and grinned.

“We’ve heard all about it.”

“All?” You turned your face towards your boyfriend.

“Not even close,” he said through a smirk.

“What?” Kuroo asked, snapping his gaze to Keiji. “You’ve told us so much.”

“And there’s so much more to explore,” you said with a smug smile and exaggerated gesture.

“Yeah? With who?” Bokuto chimed in. You leaned over to Keiji.

“You’re right. That didn’t take long.” Keiji shook his head at your words and finished off his drink.

“I told you not to trust them,” he said. He turned his attention back to Bokuto. “With anyone, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head.

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.”

“Truly anyone? Or are you one of those couples that acts like they’re kinky but really just watches porn together or something?” You were surprised that Tsukishima decided to chime in now, but you weren’t surprised by his comment. He was the type that had to see to believe. You narrowed your eyes at him and ran a finger down the back of his hand, which still clutched his glass on the table.

“Try me and find out,” you said. His eyebrows twitched and he looked away.

“Wait wait wait wait,” Kuroo cried, leaning over Tsukishima again. “Is that an offer?”

“What would you say if it was?” you asked. Keiji scoffed.

“Seriously?” Bokuto asked, eyes huge. You shrugged and looked at your boyfriend.

“What do you think, Kei?”

Tsukishima choked on his drink, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Kei?” he asked, a deep flush crawling up his cheeks.

“Jesus Christ,” Keiji said, rubbing his eyes. You laughed.

“Sorry, Tsukki. Short for Keiji.” Tsukki’s eyes remained trained on your face, looking not-quite-convinced with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. You turned back to Keiji before you could get more distracted. “Well?” He let out a long sigh.

“Whatever you want, love.” He looked defeated, but you could tell he wasn’t unenthusiastic about the idea. You saw the way he had cupped a hand on Bokuto’s hip earlier, supposedly to keep him steady as he leaned into his lap. You couldn’t suppress a grin as you glanced back at the other men at the table. Bokuto looked confused, eyes still wide. Kuroo had paled, and Tsukishima seemed to still be reeling from you accidentally using his given name.

“Our place is closest,” you said. All three men looked like they had just been slapped.

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It started off awkard. There was plenty of time between your statement at the bar, getting the check, everyone finding their way back to your and Keiji’s shared apartment, and getting in a mental place where you could bring them all into your bedroom. Keiji had thrown a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube onto the foot of the bed, making everyone’s eyes go wide. Without kissing, touching, some sort of foreplay, it felt awkward, but truthfully, you had no connection to these men. They were just hot strangers that knew your boyfriend. You could do this.

“Who do you want first, love?” Keiji asked. You stared at the expectant faces in front of you. Kuroo’s eyes were glinting. He would be fun, but you didn’t want to jump into him right away. Tsukki was a silent brat, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. You’d fix that later. He wasn’t a problem to deal with first.

“Bo?” you said. The large man perked up at your words, wide eyes trained on yours. “Come here, baby.” You gestured for him and he complied, swallowing hard as he crossed the room to you. You stood as he got to you and pushed him to a seated position on the bed.

“You seem eager, puppy,” you said, sinking to your knees in front of him. He inhaled sharply.

“I’m not--oh!” His sentence was cut off as you palmed him through his sweatpants.

“You aren’t what, Bo? You can tell me.”

“I-- shit.” His eyes fluttered closed as you established a slow rhythm, feeling him getting harder at your touch.

“You aren’t going to talk to me?” you pouted. You tried to sound sympathetic but you spoke through a small smile. “You haven’t been touched like this in a while, have you?” He shook his head and let out an unsteady breath.

“Want me to help?” you asked. “Want me to suck your cock?” There were several inhales from the wall behind you, but you kept going. You rose up a bit, keeping a hand between his legs as you kissed along his neck.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Aw, puppy, you know you have to ask better than that.”

“Will you -- fuck -- will you suck my cock?”

“So close, Bo. What do you call me?” There was the sound of Tsukki saying “seriously?” before he made a quiet grunting noise. Someone had elbowed him in the side.

“Ma’am?” Bokuto asked.

“Is that what you want to call me?”

He inhaled sharply and your hand ground into him harder. “I don’t want to say it.”

“Aw, puppy, why? You know I’m here to help.” You closed your teeth lightly on his earlobe and he exhaled hard, making you almost worried for his poor lungs. You whispered into his ear. “I want to hear you call me something pretty when you come down my throat.” His hips bucked up into your hand and he muttered something under his breath.

“What did you say, Bo? I couldn’t hear you.”

“M--” his eyes darted to the other men standing against the wall. You grabbed his face and made him look at you.

“Don’t worry about them. What do you want to call me, pup?”

“Mommy,” he said, so quiet you could barely hear him. You drew in a sharp breath. You were expecting something good, but that exceeded expectations. Your reaction seemed to give him a little confidence, because he spoke louder this time. “Mommy, please suck my cock.”

“Jesus Christ,” said a voice behind you. It sounded like Kuroo.

You grinned. “Good boy. Help mommy take off your pants.”

He immediately did as he was told, tugging them off and letting you throw them to the side. He was big, a little longer and thicker than Keiji. You felt heat rising in your stomach imagining your boyfriend in this same position years ago, using his adept fingers and skilled tongue on the man sitting in front of you.

“So big, puppy,” you said, smiling up at him. Let me help.” Before he could respond you had settled your lips over the head of his cock, swirling your tongue before taking him in deeper. He swore loudly and buried a hand in your hair. You hummed at his noises and moved your head faster. The room was filled with lewd noises that were quickly drowned out by Bokuto’s breathy whimpers.

“Talk to her, Bokuto-san, don’t be shy,” Keiji said. This is why you loved Keiji. He could swap personalities so fast, especially with the right partner.

“Feels good,” Bokuto stuttered, head tipping back. You heard footsteps approaching and felt a warm figure kneeling down behind you.

“Good girl.” It was Keiji. He leaned his face into the side of yours and undid your pants, slipping his hand down the front of them. “So wet already, love. I knew you were a slut, but Jesus.” He slipped his fingers inside you for a moment, wetting them before circling your clit quickly. He had a setter’s hands, precise and sure in every movement. You moaned and took Bokuto all the way into your mouth. He exhaled sharply and swore above you.

“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, darling. Go faster for him, yeah? He likes it.” You complied, bobbing your head up and down and eliciting a series of loud noises from Bokuto.

“I want you to come when he comes, love. You’ll be good and do that for me, right?” You hummed in what you hoped would be interpreted as agreement and you sunk into Keiji’s touch. He knew exactly what to do to send you reeling in no time at all.

“Bokuto-san, tell her when you’re about to cum, yeah?” Bokuto nodded frantically and Keiji slapped his thigh. Bokuto jumped at the sudden strike, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. “Use your words, Bokuto-san.”

“Yes. Fuck. I will, I promise.”

“Good boy,” Keiji said, rubbing faster circles against you. You continued to moan and you felt Bokuto twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close and thankfully, you were, too.

“Close, ‘Kashi.”

“Tell them, not me.”

“Mommy, please.” Bokuto moaned loudly. “Gonna cum soon.” Keiji leaned in close to your ear again, never losing his pace on you.

“Don’t swallow. Make him clean up his mess,” he said. You reached behind and squeezed his arm so he knew you understood, shaking a bit with your own approaching orgasm.

“Fuck. Holy shit,” Bokuto groaned, hips bucking as he came into your mouth. You continued moving on him as Keiji sent you over the edge, moaning around Bokuto’s cock.

“Dirty girl,” Keiji said through a laugh, pulling his hand away and returning to the wall. You pulled off of Bokuto, making sure not to accidentally swallow as you straddled his lap. He twitched at your advances, staring wide-eyed at your still-full mouth.

“Mommy, too -- fuck. Too sensitive.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his. He parted his lips instinctively, allowing you to kiss his own cum into his mouth. He swallowed obediently, moaning a bit as he did so. You smiled into the kiss, grinding your hips a little against him. He inhaled in a panic and pulled away, burying his face into your chest. You laughed and ran a hand lovingly through his hair.

“Good boy, Bokuto. Such a good boy. Should we let Kuroo go next? Wanna watch him fuck mommy?” Bokuto nodded against you, chest still heaving. You turned your head to face the wall. Keiji was smirking. Kuroo’s face was bright red. Tsukki didn’t look too phased, although you could see that he was fully hard.

“Kuroo, hon,” you said. He stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Bokuto says he wants to watch you fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Don’t be difficult. Get over here.”

Kuroo swallowed hard and approached you. You planted a quick kiss on Bokuto’s head and climbed off of him. He let out a gasp at the loss and laid back on the bed.

“Where do you want me?” Kuroo asked. You stared down at his hands and the growing bulge in his shorts and shook your head.

“No. Tell me where you want me.” You began working off the buttons of his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Lay back.”

You smiled and did as you were told, scooting farther up onto the bed. Bokuto shifted so he wasn’t in the way. Kuroo smiled and leaned on top of you, capturing your lips in his. He was eager, tongue slipping easily into your mouth. You could still feel the happy curve of his lips as he moved against you, sliding one hand deep in your hair and the other curving around your waist. You kissed him back enthusiastically, surprised but delighted by the genuine affection. The hand on your waist slipped up under your shirt, like he wanted to pull it off but was too focused on the kiss to pull away. You tugged away from his lips and he followed, eyes still closed. You chuckled and sat up a bit under him, pulling your shirt over your head and capturing his face between your hands, pulling into another eager kiss. He breathed a sigh of appreciation and ran his hands over your newly exposed skin.

He pulled away and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin. You sighed and tangled your hands in his insane hair. He kissed down, stopping just above the fabric of your bra. He tipped his head up to look at you, eyes bright. He licked his lips and you felt heat reaching the very tips of your fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded, giving him all the go ahead he needed to pull down the front of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth. You sighed again, grip in his hair tightening. He let out a huff at your reaction and circled his tongue. He bit down gently and you let out a gasp, locking your legs around his midsection.

“Kuroo,” you breathed. He didn’t break away from you, just let his eyes flicker up to meet yours. You felt a blissed out smile reach your lips at the sight. “Take off your fucking clothes.” He sucked harder on your chest for just a moment, eliciting a gasp from you, then leaned back down to kiss you again, grin on his lips. He only kissed you for a moment, tongue hungry in your mouth, before tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side recklessly.

“Oi!” Tsukishima called out from the side of the room. You and Kuroo both laughed as you worked in tandem to get his belt loose and pants open, kissing clumsily as you went. As soon as you got them down and he kicked them to the side, you pulled your legs up and wiggled your pants down. Kuroo reached behind you and unclasped your bra (something that took even Keiji several tries and a hearty laugh) and began to kiss over your chest again. You tipped your head back and reached down, wrapping your hand around his already hard cock through his boxer briefs. He hissed against you, biting down where he was. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Jesus,” he said as he pulled away again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your lace undergarments and tugging them down. He stared at you for just a second before snatching up a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. “Flip over,” he said, voice rougher. You complied instantly, breathing heavily from the kisses and adrenaline. You were faced with a stunned Bokuto, who you had forgotten was still laying -- or now, sitting up -- on the bed. You laughed and reached out for him. His eyes were wide as he laced his fingers through yours. From behind you, Kuroo teased your entrance. You sighed and leaned your head forward onto your arm, bracing yourself. He pushed in gently at first, shuddering out a deep breath at the contact. Impatiently, you pushed back onto him, feeling his full length sinking into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward on top of you while your fingernails dug into the back of Bokuto’s hand. He began moving his hips slowly, the curve of his dick hitting perfectly inside of you. You leaned forward onto your hand, still clasped with Bokuto’s. Kuroo sped up his strokes, leaning back up and getting a bit rougher. His hands found their way to your hips, tugging you back against him as he moved. You choked out a moan as he pushed into you deeper with the new motion.

“Kuroo,” Keiji said. Kuroo apparently didn’t hear, swearing under his breath. Keiji scoffed. “Tetsuro!”

“Fuck -- what, Akaashi?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” Kuroo ignored him, slowing down for a moment, hitting a particularly deep part of you that made you whine and bury your face further against Bokuto’s hand. “Kuroo, hit them.”

“What?” Kuroo sounded slightly incredulous, or at least as incredulous as he could sound when out of breath and buried inside of you.

“Spank. Them.”

Kuroo chuckled slightly and brought one of his hands back to rest on your ass, rubbing it before winding it back and landing a heavy smack against you. You bucked up at the motion, your back losing its arch for a moment. Your mouth fell open and you felt Bokuto reach up, running a finger along your lip in fascination. You looked up at him, tongue lolling out to make contact with the digit. His eyes widened and he pressed the finger onto your tongue. Kuroo landed another hit on your ass and you jumped forward, taking Bokuto’s finger far into your mouth. He shuddered out a breath. Kuroo smacked you again and you moaned loudly, still maintaining eye contact with Bokuto. His breath was picking up as he watched you, tongue swirling around his finger.

“God, you really like this, don’t you?” Kuroo asked, a smile evident in his voice. “What if I . . .” he reached forward and gathered the hair at the nape of your neck, tightening his fist so he was pulling it without yanking your head backwards. Your eyes fell shut and you let out a muffled moan, the sensation adding a layer of delicious pain on top of the pleasure racking your body.

“I knew it,” Kuroo continued. “Jesus, you’re fun.” He gasped, hips jumping slightly. You heard a scoff at his words. Your eyes flickered open and found the two men still sitting on the side of the room. Keiji was smiling, but Tsukishima looked like he was trapped in a haze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening in front of him. You pulled off of Bokuto’s finger with one last slide of your tongue. He shivered and brought his hand back against his chest.

“Tsukki,” you sang. Tsukishima looked up, eyebrow cocked. You let out a gasp and your eyes flickered closed for a second as Kuroo landed another smack. You smiled at the tall blond and the expression dropped off his face. “Come here, Tsukishima.” He rolled his eyes.

“You seem occupied,” he said, voice wavering just a bit. You bit down on your hand as Kuroo slowed down again, dragging his cock nearly fully out before steadily driving back in.

“Tsukishima, I’m not playing that game,” you managed through a gasp. “Get over here.” He rolled his eyes and stood, beginning to approach you. Your eyes met his hungrily. “Take off your shirt,” you said as he stopped in front of you. You moved so you could face him, Kuroo moving with you and adjusting to the new angle easily. Tsukishima made no move to follow your instruction, staring down at you with an unreadable but distinctly gruff expression on his face. You scoffed and reached out, grabbing his waistband and pulling him to you. You could see his dick, long and thin, fully hard through his slacks. Impatiently, you pulled at the button until it opened. You yanked down, freeing him from his pants and undergarments  in one motion. You wasted no time leaning forward and wrapping your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning as Kuroo picked up his pace again.

“Jesus fuck,” Kuroo gasped. Tsukishima didn’t look like he knew what to do with his hands, holding them up by his chest in surprise. You hummed around his cock, looking up at him. He held eye contact, previously cocky eyes wide. Kuroo let out a groan and dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

“Fuck. I’m cl -- fuck!” he groaned, hips stuttering. He wasn’t even capable of finishing a coherent thought, pounding into you from behind. He moved your entire body with each stroke, making you involuntarily take Tsukishima deeper into your mouth at every forward motion. Tsukki finally relaxed a bit, hands gently burying in your hair as Kuroo’s swearing got louder. He leaned down, supporting himself with one arm on the bed and the other wrapped around your midsection. He plucked at your nipples, elliciting surprised sounds from you that were muffled against Tsukishima.

You felt the moment Kuroo came. His face pushed into your back, panting breaths heavy against your skin as his hips broke their rhythm. He pulsed inside of you, dragging a groan from deep in your chest. Tsukishima’s grip on your hair tightened and he let out a sharp hiss, clearly trying to hold back any noise.

Kuroo finally pulled out and tipped away from you, probably realizing how close he was to Tsukishima. He stood up and took a few steps back, brushing his black hair, now sticky with sweat, out of his eyes. You popped your mouth off of Tsukishima and ran your hands up quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt open from the bottom up.

“What--” he started. You cut him off.

“Bo, baby, move.” Your order was gentle but firm. Bokuto recognized your tone immediately, scrambling pantsless up from the bed and moving out of your way. You sat up on your heels and pulled on Tsukishima’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He sat down and backed against the headboard, brows furrowed. His face flushed when he looked down and realized he was fully exposed, but you remedied that easily, crawling into his lap and silencing whatever snarky remarks were boiling in his brain to calm his nerves. You planted a heated kiss against his lips.

He was a gentler and less smiley kisser than Kuroo, but more precise. Every movement of his tongue felt like a calculated effort, feeling out your weak spots and taking advantage of them once he found them. You sighed and sat farther down in his lap, grazing his cock between your legs. You ground down slightly before realizing -- shit. You were so distracted by the kiss that you almost forgot. You leaned back, breaking the kiss but remaining in his lap. You snatched up a condom and wagged it in front of Tsukishima’s eyes. He scoffed.

“No need to act so giddy,” he said. You just smiled at him, taking in the vision of the red faced man in front of you. His lips were slick and parted, like he was desperately waiting for another kiss, and his glasses were slowly de-fogging. You laughed and captured his lips in yours again, biting lightly at his bottom lip and just barely teasing him with your tongue. When you pulled away, he followed you slightly, then immediately sat back and blinked, like he was trying to cover up the motion. You huffed a laugh and slid his glasses off his face.

“Kashi,” you said, holding them out behind you without breaking eye contact with Tsukishima. You felt them leave your hand and you returned your touch to Tsukki’s face, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“Cute,” you mumbled, nearly laughing again at the way his face turned an even darker shade of red.

“Agashi,” Bokuto whined behind you. You laughed and peered over your shoulder. Bokuto was squirming. He had put his boxer-briefs back on, but you could see that he was hard again, probably painfully so.

“Keiji, love, take care of him,” you said, carefully putting on the gentle tone you used with Bokuto. Keiji slid next to Bokuto, whose eyes were now wide, and you turned back to Tsukishima knowing your boyfriend had everything under control. You heard Bokuto gasp and Kuroo mutter “Jesus,” but you just held the condom up to Tsukishima’s mouth. He looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“What?” he asked.

“Open,” you replied, holding it closer to his mouth. His eyes grew wide but he leaned in, opening his mouth and closing his teeth on the wrapper. You smirked at him and tugged at the foil. You pulled out the condom when it was finally open and tossed the wrapper from Tsukishima’s lips to the side. You replaced it with your lips as you moved your hand between your legs and slipped the condom onto Tsukki. He gasped at the contact, leaning his head back against the headboard. You followed him with your lips and deepened the kiss as you wrapped a hand around him, lining him up with your entrance. You sunk down, not giving either of you a chance to really react until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He broke from your lips and leaned his forehead against your cheek. He let out a shuddering gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned your face and kissed his forehead, then lifted up slightly and sunk back down onto him. He gasped and you began to rock more steadily, slowly picking up the energy and pace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he let out a sigh, fingers burying into your skin.

“God, you feel good, Tsukki,” you breathed into his hair. He grunted in response, lips pursing to kiss at your skin. You sighed and tipped your head back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. His hands shifted to your hips and he gripped them tightly, pulling down as you slid over him, making him hit you somehow even deeper. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck.

“Shit,” you whispered as he took control of your pace, pulling you down hard. “Tsukki,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.

“I--” he started, but was cut off by a sweet, choked sound that came from deep in his throat. “Say my name again.”

“Tsukki,” you said. He shook his head against you. As he tipped his head up towards yours, you heard the familar click of the lube cap and felt weight sink onto the edge of the bed. You were unsure who it was until Bokuto let out a strangled gasp. Ah. Keiji really was taking care of him. You pressed a quick kiss against Tsukishima’s lips and leaned your forehead against his.

“Say my name like earlier,” he said. “The other one.” Your eyes widened and you smiled.

“Are you sure, Kei?” you teased. He groaned. “Aw, you like that?” He didn’t respond, but his face was screwed up into a look of concentration and pleasure that almost looked like pain.

“Again.”

“You feel so good, Kei.” He moaned, a sound you didn’t think you were going to be lucky enough to hear. “So good. Fuck, Kei.” You scattered his name into bouts of praise and swearing. He removed one of his hands from you, making you have to keep up the pace with your hips. You didn’t understand why until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, starting to draw small, focused circles against it. Your hips stuttered out of pace and you moaned, tightening your grip around his neck. You were so oversensitive from Kuroo and Keiji’s advances that the movement on your clit was almost too much. Your breathing was coming in gasps.

“Bokuto-san, relax,” you heard Keiji say, though it felt like it was a thousand miles away.

“Get off of my fucking foot,” Tsukishima said, sounding frustrated even though the words were strained. Your eyebrows pinched together, frustrated.

“Move, Bokuto,” Keiji said, and you felt the weight shift again.

“Kei,” you said, loud enough to give Tsukishima pause. “Don’t pay attention to them.” He looked suprised.

“I --” he started.

“No.” You cut him off with a particularly devastating buck of your hips, and his expression changed. Just a moment later, though, he was glancing behind you at the source of the muffled gasps and whines behind you. You grabbed him by the jaw and stopped moving.

“Open,” you said. His eyebrows knit together.

“What?”

“Open.” You ran your thumb down his bottom lip, holding it for a moment before he complied. You leaned above him and spat.

Shock was the first thing to flash over Tsukki’s eyes, followed very quickly by something dark. He swallowed, staring into your eyes like you just set him on fire.

“Learn your lesson?” you asked. He said nothing, but his hands returned to your hips and dug into them, like he was begging you to move. “Good,” you said through a smile. You began to rock into his lap once more.

He let out a genuine moan, choppy and desperate and gorgeous. It was like that one motion made him yours, completely. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing faster and more desperate circles. You crashed your lips into his, moaning into his mouth as he returned the favor. There was something so intimate in his motions. It was hard to believe this Tsukishima was the same asshole from earlier.

“Fuck, Kei, I’m close,” you said. Tsukki nodded, forehead still pressed against yours.

“Come with me,” he mumbled. If you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have believed he said it, but sure enough, you were both leaning against each other like your lives depended on it. He started swearing, small “fuck”s that grew in volume the closer he got. You could feel yourself reaching the peak, eyes squeezing shut and body locking. Right when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, right when you were about to beg Tsukishima to hurry up and finish so you could die against him, his grip around you tightened. He could still move you, riding out his orgasm inside of you, but he squeezed you so close you thought you could shift into his chest if you really wanted to. Your body shook, jerking involuntarily against his thumb. Both of you were panting, and it felt like the world went black around you as you kept your faces pressed together.

You couldn’t tell when the moment ended, but when it did Tsukishima was kissing along your shoulders and allowing you to slump against him, arms barely holding you up.

“Why don’t you lay down?” he whispered, and you nodded, feeling almost drunk. You swung your leg off of him, shuddering at the loss of him inside of you. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss against your forehead as you laid on your back.

“Love, scoot closer,” you heard Keiji say. Fuck. They weren’t done with you yet. You opened your eyes to finally see what had been happening behind you while you were falling apart in Tsukishima’s lap.

Bokuto was laying on his back, legs pitched up slightly. Keiji’s hand was pressed flush up against him, preparing him for who knows what else. Your eyes widened and, without thinking, you did what your boyfriend told you to do.

“Bokuto, turn around,” Keiji said, and Bokuto did as he was instructed. He looked blissed out and shaky, but allowed himself to be pushed forward until his face was laying against one of your thighs. He smiled up at you, as if he was greeting an old friend intead of laying ass up with your boyfriend positioning himself behind him.

“Y/n, open your legs.” Fuck. Bokuto’s cheeks flushed and he turned to look back at Keiji.

“‘Kashi, I--” He was cut off by one slow, perfect thrust by Keiji. You did as you were told, staring up at Keiji’s face in awe. His eyes had closed and he looked unbelievably content.

“You know what to do, Bokuto,” he said. “Just make sure you breathe.”

With that, Bokuto buried his mouth against you.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation, like Keiji’s commands were magic. He had been like this as long as you had known him, but judging by the surprised sounds Kuroo and Tsukki made, it wasn’t the Akaashi they knew.

Bokuto seemed hungry, like you were the one thing holding him back from starvation. His tongue made long strokes against you, making your hips shake. He stopped every so often to focus on your clit, swirling his tongue or sucking harshly. You weren’t even sure what kind of noises you were making at this point, just that someone was making a lot of sound and it was more than likely you. Akaashi’s thrusts were slow and deep, making Bokuto groan against you. It was an overwhelming feeling, your boyfriend fucking someone else into you. With how oversensitive you were, you didn’t think you’d last long.

Your orgasm wasn’t a slow build this time. It was choppy and harsh, almost painful as Bokuto sucked enthusiastically on your clit. Your legs couldn’t stay open on their own, crushing his head between your thighs as you made a panicked noise. The rumble of another groan from Bokuto is what sent you over, back arching and head leaning back into the bed. You were breathless, not making much sound as your body reacted out of your control. You had to push Bokuto off of you and slide away in order to get him to stop. He was so eager it seemed like he would have tried for another if you hadn’t escaped.

Now all you could do was watch as Akaashi leaned forward, taking Bokuto’s cock in his hand and timing movement with his hips. Bokuto was drooling onto the bed, making the sweetest whining noises you had ever heard. He came quickly after that, crying Akaashi’s name into the comforter as his lower body jerked. Akaashi fucked him through it and followed soon behind, face scrunching and breaths coming out as gasps.

Bokuto collapsed against the bed as Keiji pulled out, yanking off the condom and tucking himself back into his slacks like nothing had happened. God, he was a piece of work sometimes.

You stood, collecting your clothing from the floor. You pulled on your shirt, not bothering with your bra. You didn’t even know where it was.

You missed the left leg hole of your pants twice before Kuroo finally wrapped an arm around you and helped you get them up, even buttoning them for you once they were on.

“Well,” you said, but it came out strained. You coughed, smiling up at the group of men. “That was . . .” You couldn’t finish the sentence, letting out a choppy laugh instead.

“That was,” Kuroo agreed, laughing with you.

“If you guys would be willing . . .” Tsukishima said.

“Can we please do that again?” Bokuto said, a bit too loud for the room. Keiji’s eyes grew wide.

“Not right now!” he said. Bokuto laughed.

“Not right now. But sometime?” They all turned to face you, looking precious and eager. You laughed, then sighed heavily.

“Absolutely.”

[starrysamu]

chapter 7. ❀ next time.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟsynopsis: your ex-boyfriend, osamu miya, is back in town to bake the wedding cake for your sister’s big day. life had always thrown it’s hurdles at you, but this time it was your sister, convinced that reuniting the two of you was going to be only source of happiness in your life. the only catch? she - and you - had forgotten how much you and osamu hated each other.    

⚘ osamu miya x f!reader

⚘ warnings: language

⚘ wc: 2.7k

⋆┈┈｡ﾟm. list ᠃ 6.᠃ 7.᠃ 8.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟpreviously …

“shut up,” you said finally.

you were met with silence, and the disappointment returned, a frown settling on your lips as you stared out of the window.

after what felt like an eternity, there was a whisper from the other side of the room.

“good night, sweetheart.”

you squinted against the light, turning to your other side. your head nestled against the warm body next to you, eyes screwed shut as you desperately shied away from the sunlight. 

an arm tugged on your hip, pulling you in just a little closer. a satisfied hum escaped your throat, your arm snaking around to -

huh? 

your eyes shot open abruptly, your breath fanning dangerously close to osamu’s neck. you looked up, eyes landing on his sleeping face. 

huh?

your brows furrowed as you attempted to untangle your legs from osamu’s. you scrambled from his hold quickly, the bed dipping as you placed your palms on the mattress. 

osamu groaned lightly, stirring awake as he rubbed his eyes. he blinked a few times, looking up at your disheveled appearance. he bit back a laugh, settling for a, “good morning,” instead.

“good morning my ass,” you grumbled, looking underneath the covers for your pillow wall. “what the hell happened to all those pillows?” 

“you’re not telling me you thought that would actually work, right?” 

you glared down at him. 

“you look like a hyena.” 

you reached for a pillow and threw it at his face. “shut up, ‘samu. you don’t look too hot yourself.” 

lies. 

you swallowed. “anyways, get up. we have things to do.”

he reached his arms above his head as he stretched, his hand casually reaching over to wrap around your side. another groan escaped his lips. “let’s just - ”

“no,” you muttered sternly, swatting his hand away. 

he breathed out a laugh, holding his hands up. “alright, i’m just messin’ with ya.” 

you glared at him, watching his eyes crinkle. you swore you felt like your heart was about to rip out of your chest. you should just rip it out yourself at this point, with the way it’s been feeling these past few days. 

you clicked your tongue, eyes darting away from his languid figure. his arm rested on the pillow you were sitting on, hovering close to your back, and you sighed, glancing at your phone. 

frowning, you unlocked it tentatively. no to-do list? 

your brows furrowed together as you climbed out from under the covers. if you listened hard enough, you could hear some clanging in the kitchen. 

you looked to osamu. “don’t you have work?” you asked skeptically. it was already almost 10 am. 

“it’s sunday.” when he saw you blink at him, he continued. “we open later, around noon.” 

“ah.” 

you continued to stand by the door, your feet rooted to the carpet. were they just very aggressively making breakfast down there? why hadn’t anyone (read as: your sister) woken you up?

you breathed in deeply, reaching for the door handle. you stopped short, hearing your sister’s voice ring from miles away. you knew this version of your sister all too well; they hadn’t been making breakfast down there - they’d been yelling at each other. 

you stole another glance at osamu, watching his eyebrows pinch together. “what’s wrong?” he rumbled, standing up to stretch. 

you wanted to stop and take a moment to appreciate him in all of his morning glory, to let your eyes fixate on the hem of his shirt that inched up as his arms outstretched, but it was getting difficult with your sister’s obnoxious yelling getting closer by the second. 

“my sister,” you said quickly, trying to warn him of the whirlwind that was about to arrive. “something happened - ”

four quick raps at your door and you felt your heart plummet to your stomach. what the hell’s wrong now? 

“it can’t be that bad, just let her in,” he whispered, and you held a shaky finger up to your lips. 

“open the door!” she yelled, knocking at the door again. 

osamu perched himself at the side of the bed, looking at you blankly. a smirk curled on his lips and you watched him bite down a laugh. you threw a glare in his direction, knowing he’d get away from your sister’s wrath scot-free. 

what were you in for? 

as soon as you twisted the doorknob, your sister flung the door open, almost hitting you in the face. the door smushed you against the wall as your sister screamed. “where is she?” 

osamu blinked a few times. he made eye contact with you and you shook your head quickly, a silent plea to not expose you. he rolled his lips under his teeth, suppressing a smile, before pointing to the door. your sister flung the door the other way and you yelped, feeling extremely threatened by her rage. 

“good morning,” you offered meekly, scratching the back of your neck. 

your sister snapped her mouth shut, her eyes widening as she stuck her neck in your direction. honestly, her silence was scarier. 

“good morning?” she asked threateningly. “did you even go to the florist yesterday?” 

you swallowed heavily, trying desperately to recount your trips yesterday. you knew you’d forgotten something. 

“i, uh,” you began to stutter out, sweat beginning to collect along your hairline. you heard osamu snicker from the corner of the room and you’d never wanted to strangle him more. “i think i forgot,” you finally whispered. 

your sister let out a shriek. “how do you forget! how do you forget?” she repeated. “you had one job - ”

i had five jobs, you wanted to say.

you drew in a deep breath, pressing your lips into a thin line. “do you need me to go fix it?” 

she tossed a glare your way, taking a good, long look at you. “you know what?” she muttered, after minutes of scrutinizing you. “just take today off. clear your head.” 

the hell’s that supposed to mean? 

before you could get a word in, she stalked out of your room, leaving you breathless and osamu amused. 

you looked to him, watching him open his mouth to say something. you rolled your eyes, sighing out the breath you were holding. “please don’t.” 

embarrassment fanned your cheeks, but you weren’t sure if you should feel bad for him or yourself. you’d felt like you’d just aged five years in those 10 minutes alone, and you couldn’t have possibly expected that whatever osamu was going to say to reverse that. 

he closed his mouth, nodding slowly. “okay,” he said simply.

he’d always known when to back off. 

the door creaked and you watched his eyes dart towards it, glancing at your mom leaning against the frame. 

“you should probably leave home for a while,” your mom said, sighing heavily. “she’s got all the wedding stuff goin’ to her head. you know how she gets when she’s stressed.” 

you tried not to notice the way your mom looked to osamu when she said that, but instead swallowed thickly. “yeah,” you said quietly. “yeah, we’ll do that.” 

your eyes trailed after her as she went down the hall to find your sister, her feet padding along the carpet softly. you wanted to bury your hands in your head and hide under the covers for the rest of the week. 

you reluctantly turned back to osamu. you raised your eyebrows, watching him desperately fight his urge to laugh. all of a sudden, you wanted to laugh too. 

“you heard the woman,” you said quickly, pushing the door as you inhaled sharply. “let’s go. didn’t you hear? it’s ‘take your ex to work’ day.” 

osamu finally laughed, and all you could do was giggle along with him. 

your sister always got everything she wanted. 

that was your defense, your self-justification, as you sat in the corner of osamu’s bakery that day, doing your own work for your job. how long had it even been since you’d checked in with your team? 

you clicked your tongue distastefully. 132 unread emails. 

you grimaced - that box was normally wiped clean by the end of every working day. with everything that’d been going on, though - 

a glass and a plate were set in front of you, the soft clink against the table distracting you from your overwhelming amount of emails. you looked up quickly, pulse picking up at the thought of osamu coming out to see you. 

“on the house,” yukie said with a smile. “the boss told me to send these over to you.” 

you hummed, swallowing down your slight disappointment and replacing it with a smile. “thank you,” you said quietly, glancing down at the strudel and iced coffee. you quickly glanced back up, threatening to blurt out every question you’d yet to ask osamu himself. 

“yukie, how long have you been working here?” 

she smiled gently, as if she’d been expecting your curiosity. “i’ve been here since it first opened actually, around 5 years ago.” 

you choked on the coffee you’d been sipping on. “5 years?” you repeated numbly. 

5 years? 

your brows furrowed as you cocked your head to the side, your mind mulling over the thought. 5 years ago … you’d just graduated. you were heading off to college.

you paused. 

has he really had this place since then? 

she hummed, nodding slowly. “i really like working here,” she admitted bashfully, “so osamu hired me full time after i graduated from school. i help with a lot of the planning and organization, along with the bookkeeping and managerial work.” 

you nodded slowly, digesting the information she was offering. you, as a customer and a friend, weren’t sure what to make of the information. you, as the ex-girlfriend of her boss, on the other hand, were quick to jump to conclusions. 

“you know,” yukie murmured quickly, looking off to the side. she paused, and you hummed, pressing her to say what was on her mind. her brows furrowed as she looked at you directly. “have you been here before?” 

“i was here the other day?” you offered. 

“no, no,” yukie mumbled to herself. “years ago - ”

“i doubt it,” you said quickly. “i wasn’t in town years ago.” 

yukie nodded slowly, scrutinizing your face as she continued to process what you were saying to her. she tilted her head to the side. “i was sure atsumu had said something that time too … ”

wait, what? 

“atsumu?” 

“osamu’s brother,” yukie rushed out, filling in the gaps. “i’m sure you’ve met him before.” 

“we all went to high school together,” you said quickly, nodding with her. “i know him.”

yukie hummed as she continued to think, before shrugging her shoulders lightly. “i should get back to work.” 

“thanks, yukie,” you said, holding up the strudel and flashing her a smile, before looking back down to your computer. 

5 years is a long time, you reminded yourself unsettlingly. 

you sighed, propping your elbows on the table as you rested your chin in your hand. you hummed along with the music in the background, feeling distracted and restless for the rest of the day as you tried to get some of your work finished. 

“do you need a break yet?” 

“what do you want, ‘samu?” 

“come look at the sketches for the cake.”

“no.”

“it’s for your sister.”

“i hate her.” 

“but you don’t hate me.” 

“yes, i do.” 

“not how you were acting this morning, in bed - ”

you glared up at him, lunging to clasp a hand on his mouth quickly. “when did you get this annoying?” your eyes flitted to yukie and the surrounding customers as your cheeks turned hot. 

“just - come on,” he insisted, grabbing your arm. 

part of you knew he was bothering you because you’d been working for hours on end, ever since you’d settled in that corner from when he’d started his working day. his bakery didn’t have any real food besides pastries, so you’d been munching on croissants and gulping down glasses of iced coffee all day. 

he usually had always been able to tell when you were close to burning out, after all. 

you checked the time on your phone. “isn’t it almost closing time?” 

he hummed, his hand still wrapped around your bicep as he led the way. “i’m about to kick everybody out anyways. yukie,” he called out, “you’re free to go home.” 

she bowed politely and waved to you, slowly putting her things in her bag. you smiled to her, ignoring the itching feeling along your spine as you recollected your conversation with her from earlier. 

once she was out of earshot, you asked quietly, “how long have you known yukie?” as you let yourself get dragged to the back. 

osamu turned back to you, gently letting go of your arm and stopping in his tracks. “since … after we graduated? why?” 

“i’m just curious,” you murmured, eyes shifting away.  

after you graduated … does that mean … ? 

you straightened your shoulders, desperate to get rid of the crawling sensation off your back. your mind began to dig a hole in itself and you tried to fill it back up - if you never actually thought of the question you were about to ask, if you never actually asked, then it never existed. and despite that, it managed to leak through the crevices of your mind - 

were they ever together? you swallowed hard, glancing at him. better yet, are they together?

a rebound maybe? 

he looked to you, eyes scanning your face. he scoffed. “wait,” he said quickly. “don’t tell me - ”

you’d always been one to wear your heart on your sleeve. 

you turned back at the bells jingling, watching yukie close the door to the shop. you felt ugly for even letting yourself think that. you shook the thought out of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand.  

“tell you what?” you huffed quickly, setting your things aside on the table and entering the kitchen. you shook the thought out of your head, throwing aside your irritations while you were at it. 

“jealous?” osamu teased lightly, following you in. “it’s okay to admit it.” 

a soft ‘tsk’ fell from your lips. “definitely not,” you mumbled adamantly, glancing down at the papers scattered on one of the workstations. 

you reached for it, your fingers grazing it as you pulled the papers towards you. you hummed lightly at the design, eyes glazing over osamu’s scribbles littering the pages. 

“this looks good,” you murmured, mostly to yourself. you made a mental note to tell your sister that it looked like everything was going well on osamu’s end - if she still wanted to talk to you after today. 

you felt his warmth as he walked over, peering at the pages with you. “you think it looks okay?” 

you nodded, eyes never leaving the pages. his shoulder grazed your own, the slight contact making your skin burn and your pulse race. you swallowed hard - if you looked up, right at that moment, you knew it would turn out to be just like one of those damn romantic comedies - 

and despite it all, you looked up anyways, only to see him matching your gaze. 

“why do you keep looking at me?” you muttered brashly, cheeks puffing out slightly. 

“i’m not,” he murmured, eyes glinting in the lowlight of the kitchen. 

“you are,” you challenged, voice dropping to a mere whisper. 

his eyes dropped and you felt your breath hitch, your mouth going dry. you felt your lips part almost instinctively, your breath hot against your own lips. any closer, and you could’ve just - 

your eyes flickered up to his and you wondered what was running through that pretty little head of his. did he want this? did you want this? if you leaned in just a little bit, just enough for your hot breath to mingle with his own, would he stop you? 

it was like he was reading your mind when he leaned in towards you, unnoticeably, and you wondered whether you were imagining things. maybe you were making things up. maybe, just maybe, his body was moving on its own accord, instinctually, as it had done many years ago.  

you blinked momentarily, eyes dropping to his feet as you tried to get a better grip on yourself. when you looked back up though, you swore you saw yourself from six years ago. you swore he was looking at you like you were the 17 year old girl he fell in love with, like you’d never even left off with one another, like you’d never even broken up - and all you had to do was lean forward - 

as if on cue, osamu’s palm snuck its way to your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone softly. you felt your breath catch as your hands reached for his hips, wadding his shirt in your hands as you tipped your chin imperceptibly - 

and after what felt like an eternity, osamu’s lips came crashing down on yours.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ a/n: hhh sorry for the wait folks but i think i reread this about seven times and still wasn’t satisfied hfjdsjfdbhk what can u doooo! anyways she got a little long but i promise there’s some significance to some of the stuff i wrote in this chapter <3 i hope you guys vibed, and thanks for reading! also also i cannaught believe the mlist hit 500 which is super mf cool wtf i’ll cry hhhhh ok ty

OMG ALSO TY TO JAC FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS ONE <3

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Fandom One-Shots and Imagines

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by leztrangem

Hello, everyone! This is my first work ever to be posted on here. This is a collection of one-shots from many different fandoms reposted from my Wattpad. All of these are pretty much SFW. That's because Wattpad is so strict about what type of content can be posted. This is honestly just a way for me to get used to posting on here because I'm fairly new. Fair warning, a lot of these were written when I was in like...middle school.

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Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Beetlejuice - All Media Types, Beetlejuice (1988), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Homestuck, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies), Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Blood Drive (TV), Riverdale (TV 2017), Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, A Nightmare on Elm Street (Movies 1984-1994), Addams Family - All Media Types, The Addams Family (Movies), The SpongeBob Musical - Various/Anthony & Coulton/Jarrow, Hamilton - Miranda, Hamilton - Miranda (Broadway Cast) RPF, World Wrestling Entertainment, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Supernatural, Gotham (TV), DCU (Comics), DC Extended Universe, Joker (2019), DCU, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020), Shameless (US), Rocky Horror Picture Show, X-Men (Movieverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Joker (Joker 2019), Joker (DCU), Arthur Fleck, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Pennywise (IT), Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Lip Gallagher, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lin-Manuel Miranda, James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Peter Quill, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Yondu Udonta, T'Challa (Marvel), Reader, Mark Cohen, Roman Sionis, Harleen Quinzel, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Pennywise (IT)/Reader, Joker (DCU)/Reader, Arthur Fleck/You, Kylo Ren/Reader, Oswald Cobblepot/Reader, Edward Nygma/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Freddy Krueger/Reader, Jason Voorhees/You, Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees/Reader, Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Roman Reigns/Reader, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Lip Gallagher/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Lucius Malfoy/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Neville Longbottom/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Billy Loomis/Reader, Billy Loomis/Stu Macher, Peter Quill/Reader, Yondu Udonta/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Depression, Bullying, Demons, Demonic Possession, Crying, Kissing, First Kiss, First Meetings, First Dates, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Hide and Seek, Games, Chess, Loki (Marvel) Needs a Hug, Arrogance, Mates, Vampire Bites, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Character, Heterosexuality, Witchcraft, Movie Night, Balloons, Harleen Quinzel's Hyenas, Roommates, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Riots, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lightsabers, Fights, Horror, Comedy, Lesbian Character, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Mutants, Mutant Reader, Mutant Powers, Drinking, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Why Did I Write This?, Spoilers, Spooky, Romance, Awkwardness

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Where Do I Belong? - Ch. 6

The Mandalorian x Reader x Ezra

Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral sex, m&f recieving, oral male on male, death, violence, swearing, blood, 18+, amateur writing

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“So,” I say turning to Martinez, “What’s that book your reading?”

“It’s called the Razor Crest, like the ship,” He responds, “why did you not like it?”

 “I think I dreamt about it.”

“People in a coma don’t dream.”

“Normal people don’t dream Sgt. Martinez,” the doctor calls out as she enters the room, “but as we all know Manticore born soldiers are not normal people. Your brain scans showed an unusual amount of activity while you were out, so much so that I thought you were going to wake up at any minute. Unfortunately, you are the first Manticore born soldier to ever be in a coma so we don’t know if this is normal, open your mouth…good. It could have been a fluke, can you grip my hands…good. Move your toes…good. Do you remember anything from your time out?”

“I remember dreaming of what he was reading to me like I was there,” I state trying to remember as many details as I can. “I remember the ship explosion but couldn’t figure out how I got to their galaxy. And over two years had passed there.”

“Y/N…Y/N…PLEASE ANSWER ME!”

“Y/N WE’RE COMING TO YOU, JUST TELL US WHERE YOU ARE!”

“Y/N ANSWER US, PLEASE!” Whoever is yelling is practically sobbing now. Both voices sound familiar, but I can’t seem to place who they belong to.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“Oh, I was just saying you could borrow my book to see what happens,” Martinez shrugs as he tosses it to me.

“No,” Doc orders giving it back, “tomorrow you will be attending PT, brain function appears normal now, but I’d like more scans, but other than that I don’t want you tiring yourself with reading, it may take too much energy and focus to read something like that, plus PT, plus seeing the psychologist.”

“NO, I don’t need to see her,” I groan out as Martinez cackles like a hyena, literally falling out of his chair from laughing too hard. “My head is fine doc, I don’t need to talk about my feelings.”

“It’s more than that and you know it,” She responds causing me to scoff, “fine, do you remember how you invented the watch? You dreamt about it, and you did the same thing with many other inventions and solutions we needed. You say your brain was functioning while you were asleep, maybe you dreamt something up and it’s floating around in there. So, you will go to get your brain picked. Non-negotiable.” She says leaving.

“Oh man,” Martinez snorts at me, “I know how much you Manticore types hate the shrink, this is gonna suck for you, but be so fun for me.”

“You’re an ass. Where is my original team?”

“They left for an off-world mission yesterday, it’s supposed to last for about one year.” He replies standing, “I’ll see you later, welcome back.”

I lean my head back and pinch my nose, I have a headache beginning, but something’s bothering me and I can’t figure it out. Not long after, I pass out from sheer exhaustion.

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It took 2 months of PT to regain the muscle that I lost while in a coma. Every day I was sent for scans to monitor my brain and various other tests. It was decided to push the meeting with the shrink back until everything else was done, in case it was too much too soon. I finally start seeing her last week and I hate it. Now don’t get me wrong, mental health is very important, just this kind of stuff isn’t for me.

“Y/n…”

“So, I was told you recovered faster than expected, they think it was because of the genetic modifications you received as a Manticore born.” Dr. Mackenzie informs me, “I bet that made you happy.”

“Yeah,” I respond looking out the window.

“Y/n, you’ve been here a week and haven’t said anything more than one syllable answers to me. I have been asked to evaluate you for active duty placement.” This instantly gets my attention and I turn to look at her. “I will be doing it but first I need something from you.”

I sigh, “Like what?”

“Tell me about the dreams, as someone who studied the brain, it fascinates me.”

“I followed along with the books, I thought it was real, and a lot of time passed.”

“That’s all?”

I begin drumming my fingers on my leg, “I expanded on somethings, I think…it was when no one was reading to me like my brain needed something to occupy it, so it began to create different scenarios between readings.”

“What was it like?”

“It was real…even now…thinking about some of the things I felt…” Images of Ezra, Din, and I having sex, getting shot, cut, the pain and fear of watching Ezra be tortured, and Din realizing he’s been shot start to flood through my head. I readjust my position on the seat and just look at Dr. Mackenzie with a stony expression. “It all felt real; even now it feels real like I’m remembering real things.”

“That makes sense.” Giving her a questioning look, she continues. “Your brain created this world, in such a way, you couldn’t discern that it was fake. When you touch something, your brain processes it, when you feel something, your brain processes it, everything you do, your brain has to process it. So even if it was technically fake, your brain was pulling all of this data together to make create the most realistic environment it could for you. So, while everyone here can tell you it wasn’t real, to you, to your brain, it was, it may still be.”

“May still be real?”

“You may see or hear things from there occasionally; maybe something could trigger you into remembering a scenario from your time there. Eventually, it will fade away to nothing; you just have to keep telling yourself, ‘I don’t belong there anymore,’ and it should stop.”

“That’s something I kept asking myself, ‘where do I belong,’ almost every day.”

“That was probably your brain trying to sort itself. I want you to take a week if you can keep the hallucinations at bay, or at least get rid of them easily, or ignore them, and then I will sign off for you to return to active duty.”

“Thanks, doc.” Leaving her office to go to mine, something still nags at me.

“You can’t leave us…PLEASE.” Whoever that sounded desperate, but…I know that voice. I suddenly get the sensation of being dragged a short way, before being picked up, not long after I feel like I’m being set down and my hair is getting wet, however, when I run my hand through my hair, it’s dry. ‘What the fuck,’ I think.

“It should be working, I DON’T GET IT!”

“Y/N!”

“What?” I ask whipping around.

“I said ‘it’s good to see you walking around again.’ I just got back from 3 months off-world and was told you were awake,” Carlisle smiles smiling at me.

“Oh yeah, anything fun?” I inquire as we begin to walk to my lab.

“No, same old boring shit, negotiations, trades, treaties, that kind of stuff, so what have you been doing?”

“Trying to design things from my dreams and when I was in a coma.”

“Really? Anything interesting?”

“Some guns that don’t need ammo and radio and antenna that can transmit to another galaxy.”

“So, someone could potentially go to another galaxy and still communicate with us here?” I nod as we enter my lab and he begins looking at my designs strewn across my desk. “So if someone was somehow trapped in another galaxy, we’d know and be able to contact them. That would come in handy.”

“Yeah, that seems to be what I've been fixated on, although I don’t know why.”

“Because it’s important, think of how we could outfit our ships, we could potentially reach the other expeditions without using up all our vital power supplies. You should focus on this.”

“Yeah, but the weapons would be great-”

“You should focus on this!” The colonel tells me and I just stare at him, wasn’t Carlisle the one standing there.

“Colonel, wasn’t Carlisle just here?”

“He was needed…but I heard what you were saying, you should focus on the radio, we have some missions planned in the future and this would be extremely helpful for them.” He almost demands before walking out, guess I’m working on the radio.

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“We were told to just talk to you…so…here I am, talking…to you, I-I don’t know what to say besides we miss you. Please, y/n, please just wake up.” Whoever that is, isn’t just pleading, it sounds like they’re crying.

“Just open your eyes, for us, for me, please y/n wake up…wake up…wake up y/n…”

“Wake up, y/n.” Blinking my eyes open I see Dr. Mackenzie standing in front of me. “Did you sleep here all night?”

“Yeah, I've been trying to make this thing, and can't figure it out,” I respond trying to rub my eyes awake.

“But all night?”

“What else can I do, I've been grounded.” I give her a pointed glance while saying that.

“Well, I’m here to tell you that I’m letting you back on regular, active duty, and there’s a mission in 30 minutes, you may want to get ready.”

Immediately I jump up to get ready and head to the gate room. Once there the Colonel, Martinez, and Carlisle smile and welcome me back, behind them are three grunts and Captain Victor Jackson, someone I used to have a casual sex relationship with if you could even call it that. At Manticore, casual sex was a common thing, no emotions, no real relationships, and that’s how I like things. However, things at Stargate Command are a little different; they frown on relationships, but also the majority of the people weren't raised to cut emotions out of everything making working and sleeping with them difficult. Jackson is somewhat of an exception to those rules, he isn’t Manticore born, but he’s able to keep emotions to a minimum, for the most part.

“Alright,” the colonel begins, “when we get to KS7-535 we will be assembling equipment for the science team that will be arriving tomorrow. Y/l/n, Jackson, Carlisle, and Martinez, you will be walking the perimeter, when we are done, you three,” he points at the three grunts, “will spend the night making sure nothing happens to the equipment. Let’s go.”

We all walk through the Stargate and begin our assigned duties, I patrol to the east and Jackson is supposed to patrol to the south, but decides to walk with me for a bit.

“So,” he mutters looking at me, “haven't seen you around since you woke up.”

“Been busy,” I reply quickly.

“Too busy, to stop by for sex?”

“I guess so.”

“Y/n-”

“Aren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” I give him an angry look causing him to sigh and walk away shaking his head.

Walking for about twenty minutes I hear voices calling me, but this time, this time I see the person the voice comes from standing in front of me. He has tanned skin, black clothes, dark brown eyes and a blonde streak in his hair.

“Put your hands up and walk towards me slowly,” I order readying my gun in case they’re armed.

“Y/n…little shark…it’s boring without you…we’re worried, the doctor said you should have woken up by now, he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, can you please just ope-”

I turn around when a crack sounds from behind me, gun still readied. Slowly I approach the area only to see this planets version of a deer eating from the vegetation. Lowering my weapon I watch for a few minutes. As I spin, around and I'm greeted by the sight of another man, he looks similar to the first, but has no blond, is wearing armor, and when he speaks, his voice is a little deeper.

“Ezra and the doctor said talk to you, that you might be able to hear us…please don’t leave me, please don’t leave Ezra. Do you remember how worried we were when he was missing? It’s the same now, but when we got him back we knew he’d be fine, wi-with you, we don’t know anything…” he drops his voice down to a whisper, “please don’t leave us.”

I start hearing Dr. Mackenzie’s voice in my head, ‘don’t be scared of the visions or voices, just tell yourself they aren’t real and soon your brain will realize that and let them go.’

“I’m gonna get more supplies.”

“We have a copious amount of supplies packed into every available space of this ship, we do not need more.”

“I KNOW…I just…I need to be doing something…”

“I understand your dilemma but do not presume for one second, that you are not helping here by taking care of her. The doctor informed us, that those in her state could still hear what is occurring between us. So we talk, we try to engage her brain so that it may decide to let her come back.”

“Fine, but first I’m going to check the landing equipment, make sure everything is alright before we close up for the night.”

“That sounds fine.”

Besides these few appearances from whoever, these people are, I’m doing ok, this is the first time I’ve seen someone, and the voices have become less frequent. I’ve been on patrol for 3 hours and only had one sighting from the men. Currently, I’m bored out of my mind but everything is copacetic.

“Hey now,” a voice says, “put the gun down. We have not come here looking for a bounty, you have no reason to fear us or suspect otherwise.”

“You think I’ll fall for that?” That voice is new.

“I believe you are smart enough to realize that if we had been here for you, you would already be locked in carbonite, but, alas, here you are. So ju-”

*CRACK*

‘That was a gun firing,’ I think to myself, looking around just to be safe. I hear something heavy fall to the floor, sounds like metal, but something else. ‘No,’ I think listening to the sounds, ‘that was someone, not something.’ I can hear a choking noise and gurgling, ‘someone is choking on their blood.’ I’ve heard that enough times in my line of work, it’s grotesque, and I’m not sure what’s worse, seeing it, or listening to it.

“DIN, STAY WITH ME PLEASE!”

“Alright,” the colonel says across the coms, “let’s go.”

Turning to rejoin the team I realize I’m standing in the gate room, handing over my weapon. ‘What the fuck?’ I think while walking straight to my lab. This continues to happen, more frequently I find myself in random places far from where I started originally.

“Could blackouts be a symptom of being in a coma?” I ask Dr. Mackenzie.

“Why? Are you blacking out?” She questions with a worried look on her face.

“Only when I’m in my lab,” I lie, “I don’t know if I’m concentrating too much or if I’m blacking out, but I’ll be working and suddenly hours to a day has passed and I didn’t even realize it.”

“Your brain could be focused, trying to make up for the lost time. Try setting a timer for every twenty minutes to gain your attention, and we’ll go from there.” Nodding to her I begin to walk away, back to my lab.

Once I round the corner, I’m on a different planet in the middle of a god damned firefight.

“Shit.” I gasp, taking cover, but getting pinged in the shoulder before I go down. Begining to return fire at the enemy, I look up from reloading my magazine and I’m sitting in the infirmary.

“Just rest your shoulder for a week, you’ll be good. You’re lucky, it could have been much worse.” Doc says giving me a friendly smile.

“Thanks, Doc,” I reply walking through the door.

Once I cross the threshold, I’m standing on KS5-632, I hadn’t been to this planet in years. It’s a forest planet that can only be frequented during the day. The gate’s nowhere in sight, so I keep walking, passing a rather large tree and I’m suddenly back at my lab.

“What the fuck!” I growl throwing my hands in the air.

“What’s going on?” A voice asks from behind me, but not any voice, that voice belongs to May, a member of my original team.

Spinning around, sure enough, they’re all there, May, Stacey, Dylan, Nathan, Matt, Steven, and Rocco. ‘But, they were supposed to be gone for a year,’ I think, ‘it’s only been 6 months.’

“We need to talk,” I state as I walk to my living quarters, “follow me.”

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“How’re you doing?” May asks me leaning back in her chair.

“I’m good,” I respond smiling at everybody.

“Bullshit!” They all exclaim in unison.

“We’ve known you since birth.” Nathan begins, tossing a bag of chips to Steve.

“And we know when something is up.” His twin Dylan finishes while opening a drink.

“So,” Matt starts to say while tossing a drink to Steven, “either you tell us now, or you lie and we pester you until you break. Your choice.”

I just stare at them before sighing and telling them everything, from the coma to the hallucinations and time jumps, to seemingly blacking out occasionally, and finally how everything is neatly explained, no matter what it is.

“It’s just weird, it’s like…I feel like they are real, everything is telling me they aren’t but there's this little voice in the back of my head that says they are. And when I try to bring it up to someone, they explain it away or try to distract me from it. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Stacey, who’s been silent this whole time, finally clears her throat. “Maybe, you don’t belong here.”

“What?” I ask giving her an exasperated sigh.

“What makes you so sure, this is real?”

“What?” I begin to sit straighter and everyone else is looking grim.

“We’ve always had your back no matter what, and you have always had ours. Why weren’t we here when you woke up?”

“You were on a mission.”

“When have any of us taken a mission when someone was seriously injured.”

“I…can't remember…”

“Never, the answer is never.”

“No, the other version doesn’t make sense either.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because you can’t explain something and your scared you might love someone, or in this case two people?”

“That’s no-”

“There was an explosion, not on the ship, you were thrown back, and Din and Ezra ran to you looking extremely worried…”

“That’s…how did you know that?”

“Because this isn’t real, this isn’t where you belong. Your brain has created this, to try to protect you from your fears, but it’s killing you, and it’s killing them. We are the part of your brain that’s telling you the truth, that will help you, the part that wants to wake up, wants you to live, to love, to be happy. The rest of your brain, everyone else that’s here, they think they're protecting you, but in reality, it is killing you.” Suddenly, I hear people yelling and doors begin slamming. “You are afraid of your feelings, of losing Din and Ezra, you are afraid that you may not get to return to Earth, that you may not want to return to Earth, afraid that if you get to Earth, you will never see them again. You don’t know how to deal with fear because you weren’t allowed to feel it, so now that your injured your brain said ‘hey, let’s not go back to that, let’s stay here and be happy,’ but you won’t let it.”

I jump up at the increase of noise coming from behind the door and the yelling is getting louder.

“You know this y/n; it’s time to wake up, to go back to them.”

“Wait, wait, wait...if this is true, I should be able to control what happens like I could make certain things appear right?!”

“Like the duck hunt dog,” Matt cackles.

“The…duck…hunt…”Just then the stupid dog shows up on the TV screen laughing, “I hate that dog.” I just look at everyone and ask “How do I wake up?”

“You believe us?”

“If you are here, you’d never steer me wrong.”

“You run, don’t stop, just follow wherever you feel you need to go, we will block anyone that tries to stop you.”

Gods I hope I’m making the right decision. We open the door and begin walking down the hallway, listening to people getting closer, turning right then left, then right in the hallway we see a group of about 15 people.

“Get away from them, they’re infiltrators, not your real team, y/n.” Todd, the leader says.

“If they were infiltrators, you’d be armed,” I respond. As I’m watching them, weapons begin to appear in their hands.

“We are armed y/n, now stand aside.”

“You weren’t.”

“Yes, we were.”

‘Yes, they were’ my brain says to me. I look back at my friends and just by looking at them; I know they are telling me the truth. “Get out of my way Todd.”

“Can’t…open fire.”

Feeling the bullets enter my skin I’m suddenly lying on the ground of my room, gasping as I sit up then jump to my feet, everyone else is in the room with me.

 “You never said we could die,” I exclaim at them.

“Well, we never said you couldn’t.” Steve shrugs at me.

“Technically, it’s not dying,” May states slinging her arm around my shoulder. “It’s more like a checkpoint reset on a video game. All advances and progress will be erased.”

Sighing I square my shoulders, “Let’s go again.”

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“62 times, 62 gods’ damn times, we’ve been fucking reset.” I yell before throwing myself on the ground, arms and legs splayed wide. “What happens if I decide to stay?”

“You die,” Matt says indifferently.

“And judging by the sound of it, Din may die as well,” Stacy says with her ear to the wall.

“What?” I jump up to listen next to her and I can hear Ezra screaming for help.

“Stay with me Din…Someone help…fuck, I don’t know how to fix this kind of wound…I-I don’t know how to fix a neck wound…the bacta isn’t working…SOMEONE HELP!”

‘The choking noise I heard,’ I think ‘gurgling and choking, oh gods, Din has a neck wound, he was choking on his blood. But that was weeks ago unless time here is moving faster.’

“This is my fucking brain right?!” Everyone just nods, “then we’re playing by my fucking rules.” Suddenly, the room is filled with weapons, some I’ve seen on earth, others I’ve dreamt of, and finally, Din’s pulse rifle. “Let’s kill these fuckers and get the fuck out of here.”

Rock opens the door and rushes the people standing in the way knocking them over, we all follow behind him shooting everyone we see. I fire a few shots of the pulse rifle watching as people explode into ash.

“You know, Din never let me use this,” I yell to the group, “he said I’d be too excited with it and just start disintegrating people left and right.”

“Oh yeah?” Rock responds tackling another grunt.

“Yeah,” I fire three shots at three people, “he was right, even in this make-believe shit, it’s so fucking fun. The only thing that would make it better was if…” before I could finish saying my thought, the Mario Brothers theme song began to play. Everyone stops what they’re doing to stare at me. “What? You want a different song?”

“How about the duck hunt theme?” Nathan asks as the fighting resumes.

“Duck hunt!” I exclaim as the music changes. I fire at Todd and miss, then that stupid dog appears. “I hate that fucking dog.”

We begin running the halls again once that one’s cleared out, Stacey runs up beside me and asks, “You ok.”

“I feel like I smoked something crazy and I’m hallucinating. This is just fucking insane.”

“Yeah well, your brain always was weird.” She pats my shoulder and pushes ahead.

I have no idea where we’re going but something keeps calling to me leading me down a corridor until we see a door with red light spilling out from it, and in front of the door were 50-armed soldiers.

“Grenade?” I ask everyone.

“Grenade.” They say in unison, nodding their heads. I pull out a belt covered with grenades and pull the pin on one, throwing it down the hall as we back up around the corner.

Once it blows, I look around the corner again to see twenty left standing, “Oh fuck off, more should have died than that.”

“They’re changing the rules,” Dylan says. “Let’s go.”

He jumps out from cover and begins firing his weapon, except the people he hit stand back up after each shot.

“Keep firing and pushing forward,” I yell.

We all begin to advance, one by one, the other side fell, and one by one, they get back up, but we keep pushing. Moving closer, my friends start to take fire, Rock falling first then Steven. Dylan was next, followed by his brother Nathan, all that’s left are May, Stacy, Matt, and myself. It becomes a bar brawl when we get close enough to the door that I can almost put my hand on it, but I’m pulled back, by Todd. ‘Even in my hallucinations this guy annoys the fuck out of me’ I think before stabbing him.

“Jump,” Stacey yells. It’s hard, I know they’re not real, but watching them fight, knowing I have to leave them, it’s hard. “Go now.”

I give one last look at them before jumping through the door.

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It’s dark, cool, quiet…why is it quiet. I slowly begin to hear a ringing in my ears as sound returns, as opening my eyes I see harsh lights above me, I’m in the cargo hold of the Razor Crest. Pain, not intense, but a lot of it. Something happened, but what.

“We need help...” I hear someone say breathlessly, “we need help.”

Looking to my side I see nothing but the wall, slowly I sit up and at the foot of the ramp is Ezra, holding onto Din, medkits strewn everywhere. Then I remember, choking and gurgling, neck wound, Din is in trouble. I jump up and run to Ezra, and by run I mean stumble and almost fall on my face.

“I gave him a bacta shot but I can’t get the bleeding to stop.” Ezra says looking at me frantically, “if I try to apply pressure he begins choking, I don’t know how to treat neck wounds. The med center is miles away.”

“Ok, deep breath, Din are you still with us,” I ask slowly looking Din in the eyes; he returns a weak nod that could have been easily missed. “Good…besides blood his airway is clear, Ezra, there is a blue medkit under the bench, grab it.” He bolts up and runs off, coming back seconds later. “It didn’t hit an artery, but he’s still bleeding too much, look for a bandage that says stop bleed.” Digging through the box until he finds it, he tears it open.

Taking the bandage I press it onto Din’s neck hard, he makes a choking noise and Ezra flinches, “it’s ok, I’m not cutting off airflow, just making it uncomfortable.” Ezra just nods to me. After about two minutes, the bleeding finally stops. “Give him another bacta shot,” I tell Ezra. He nods again and injects Din as I spray bacta on his neck, then wrap a bacta bandage around him. At this point, I’m feeling dizzy, like I’m going to pass out, but I can’t not yet. “Help me get him to the bed.”

Ezra helps me drag Din to the bed, when we lay him down he grabs my hand and stares at me. “Ezra,” I say, “Get a bucket, Din may throw because of the blood he swallowed. Then get help, remember to put Din’s…helmet…on…him.” As soon as I finish I pass out hearing Ezra yell to me, but I don’t hit the ground, he caught me, and I can feel him hugging me tightly.

“Don’t go,” I hear Ezra whisper, I think it was a whisper, “you just returned, please don’t go.”

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It’s dark, that’s all I remember, cool, not cold, I’m on my back with a killer headache. ‘I hate lying on my back’ I think. Moving, I realize something is gripping my hand, no gripping both hands. It’s a struggle, but I finally manage to open my eyes, I’m greeted by the dim overhead lights of the Razor Crest, one look to my right shows Ezra asleep gripping my hand, and a look to the right I see Din, sleeping with his neck bandaged. ‘I’m back,’ I think.

When I roll my head back over to look at Ezra, he’s already staring at me with a dumbstruck look on his face, it’s then I notice the dark circles under his eyes. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he lunges at me, crashing his lips against mine and practically flinging his body on top of me. Holding me tight to him and kisses me fiercely, it’s not until I felt Din squeeze my fingers that I manage to push Ezra away slightly, but he still keeps his forehead resting on mine. When he finally pulls away fully, I smile then turned to Din, who has a death grip on my hand.

“Morning,” I croak, causing Ezra to jump up and grab me water. I manage to sit up before he returns, which causes him to slide in behind me and has me lean back against him.

Once I drink the water, I turn so I can see both of them, “Are you guys ok?”

It’s hard to render Ezra speechless, but I did, watching his mouth open and close like a fish, while Din sits up and leans against the wall of the ship.

“We’re fine,” Din says, voice slightly rough.

“Are you sure? Because your throat is all bandaged and Ezra looks like death warmed over.”

“My throat has healed, it’s just bruised now.” As soon as Din finishes his response, Ezra finds his voice.

“Are we alright,” he practically shrieks, I never realized his voice could go that high, “you were the one unconscious for a week, then you wake up help save Din’s life, and you pass out. But, you didn’t just pass out, you stopped breathing, had you not taught me CPR, you would have met your demise. And…and…you just wake up…like nothing happened…when…” he can barely choke out the last words when I kiss him. “We were pleading for you to wake up, to remain in the universe with us, every day, multiple times a day,” he whispers to me, holding me tighter to his chest.

“I know,” I respond closing my eyes and reveling in the feeling, “I heard you.”

“What do you need?” Din asks me.

“A shower wouldn’t hurt,” I reply standing up slowly, with Ezra moving in front of me to hold me up, “then all three of us going up to bed.”

Din just nods and Ezra leads me to the shower, it may not be as bad as the damage in my dreams, but my legs do not want to work properly right now. Removing my clothes, Ezra steps forward to help and after I’m naked, he slowly begins to strip his and helps me into the shower, just like I did for him. The water spray feels divine; letting it cascade all over my body for a time reaching for the shampoo, but Ezra beats me to it. He pours it into his hands then applies it to my hair with gentle massaging movements, this is slow, intimate, and gentle, it’s as if Ezra is trying to pour every emotion he has into the touches he’s giving me now. Once my hair is clean and conditioned, he begins scrubbing my body, going slow feeling every inch of me as he applies the soap, as sexual as this could be, it just feels comforting now. He’s not trying to make me aroused, he’s trying to make sure I’m here, he’s not dreaming, and that I’m alive.

Once I’m clean and comfortable, we begin drying off, seeing two sets of clean clothes left outside the shower by Din. Heading upstairs to bed and I see him lying with his back against the wall, waiting for us.

“Ezra should be in the middle,” I state, climbing towards the other side of the bed.

“No,” Ezra responds, moving me to the middle, “you're the one we longed for so you are in the middle.”

“You haven’t slept; I wanna make sure you do.”

“Then sleep in the middle, little shark, I will sleep considerably better knowing you are here and alive.”

“No, Din and I were both hurt, if you don’t, you will be up constantly to check on him.” Ezra stared at me, he knows I’m telling the truth, but he also knows that Din wanted me near him as well. Din looks me in the eye and nods, grabbing Ezra’s arm to pull him to the middle, I follow lying as close to Ezra as possible and reaching my hand out to hold onto Din’s hand. As we fell asleep together, all I could feel was happiness, this felt right.

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Getting a clean bill of health Din and I are ready to go, his throat is still bruised, so he would have to rest it, but that’s relatively easy for someone like him. We spend two days just resting in bed, only getting out to take care of ourselves and eat. Ezra’s excited at the fact that we can resume normal activities; so much, so that he decides to give Din a blowjob before eating me out and fucking me. I just lay there and watch as Ezra pulls Din's clothes off, then licks his hand and pumps Din's cock for him. Once Din is fully hard, Ezra licks up his cock, swirling his tongue around Din’s tip and frenulum, then he engulfs Din’s cock as far as he can. Ezra begins bobbing his head up and down Din’s cock, moving his hand over what he can’t reach and moves his other hand down to massage Din’s balls. Din’s panting and I can see his stomach muscles beginning to clench, he’s about to cum. When Ezra realizes this, he just begins moving faster and faster until Din comes in his mouth. Pulling off Ezra leans over to me, letting me take some of the cum in my mouth and we both swallow it, listening to Din groan.

Ezra then shifts so he’s between my legs, and begins kissing me. He pulls my shirt and bra off before slowly making his way down my body, stopping every few inches to suck a mark into my skin. Once he reaches the hem of my panties, he places his hands on my legs and spreads them, leaning down to kiss my vulva through them. Turning his head and gently nipping my inner thighs kissing them down to my knees, he’s sucking bite marks along the way on my left leg, so Din can see them. Slowly kissing back up where he places another kiss right above my clit. Kissing his way to the hem of my panties he hooks his fingers in them, pulling them down and finally throwing them into the corner of the room.

He begins softly kissing everywhere around my clit and vulva without actually touching them, driving me insane. It feels like an eternity before he flattens his tongue and licks a straight line up my slit, giving a few more licks before dipping his tongue into my vagina and pulling it out, placing his lips over my clit. He gently sucks my clit and releases it and sucks it in again. Increasing the strength of sucking he slowly releases it before continuing this motion until he held my clit in his mouth and ran his tongue over it. Instantly, my hands fly to his head as he begins to put pressure on it, rolling it in a circular motion, while still sucking it into his mouth. He speeds up then slows down, placing harder pressure on me before barely touching it with his tongue. My body feels like it was on fire, finally, Ezra pushes two fingers inside of me making my back arch off the bed. Curling his fingers, instantly finding my g-spot, it becomes too much and my whole body arches off the bed as I come in his mouth. My thighs squeezing around his head as I pull his hair and throw my head back, I would have screamed, but couldn’t breathe. Finally, I’m able to let out a long loud moan before collapsing onto the bed, panting hard. However, Ezra doesn’t stop, he just keeps licking, sucking, and pumping his fingers until I’m shaking from a second orgasm. As I come down from that one, I can still feel him licking me, but instead of trying to make me come again, he’s licking me clean, all I can do was moan.

Once Ezra pulls away, he leans up to kiss Din, before moving off the bed to walk out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask him, still panting.

“I was going to take care of this,” Ezra answers, gesturing to his throbbing cock.

“Come here.” I hold my hand out to him.

He just shakes his head before answering, “No, you’re still recovering.”

Rolling my eyes I say, “then you’ll be in control, just get over here and fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Nodding I roll over onto my stomach, closer to Din.

Moving onto my hands and knees I look over my shoulder to Ezra, who’s staring at me with heavy lust in his eyes. It doesn’t take him long to position himself behind me and thrust inside, hard. Staying still, not moving as he leans over me he begins kissing and sucking on my back. As Ezra stays there, I place my hand on Din’s side and motion for him to move under me. He quickly sits up against the wall and positions his dick under my mouth. I begin kissing my way up and down Din’s cock when Ezra sits up straighter and begins to thrust in and out of me.

Ezra moves fast and hard into me, gripping my waist with one hand and my shoulder with the other. I can hear him panting and grunting behind me as he’s hammering into me, slowly I begin to roll my hips as he continues thrusting, causing him to groan and stutter his hips, before continuing.

I turn back to Din, and lick his cock from the base to tip, gently running my tongue along his frenulum, then across his tip. I slowly engulf his mouth as I reach down and massage his balls as I begin bobbing my head on his cock. Ezra moves his hand from my shoulder to gently wrap it around my throat.

“Deep throat his cock,” he grunts to me, “I want to feel it in your throat.”

Looking up as Din, who was panting, I can tell he’s close. I bob my head a few more times before deep throating him, letting my throat spasm, I begin to hum around him. Both Din and Ezra moan, as I pull off Din’s cock, swirling my tongue around him and then begin bobbing again, I’m able to move three times before he comes in my mouth with a loud groan. Once I pull him out of my mouth and swallow his cum, he slides down the wall to lay under me.

Ezra repositions me so my face is pressed against Din’s stomach, then he pulls my legs up to wrap around his waist, so all my weight is resting on my forearms, bouncing me on him, pushing in me harder and deeper than before. It’s not long before he’s coming inside of me, collapsing on top of me and Din, just holding himself there. Slowly, he rolls onto his side, on the bed, pulling me with him ensuring that he’s still buried inside of me. Din rolls over and runs his hand down my face, kissing me, before pressing himself as tight to me as he can.

When I try to shift, Ezra holds on to me saying, “No, I want you to stay like this tonight, with me buried inside of you, all night.” At his words, my walls flutter around him, causing both of us to groan, but I hold him in me.

When we wake the next morning, the first sensation I can feel is being full of something warm and hard. When I tighten my walls and roll my hips, I realize it’s Ezra as he moans and grabs my hips. That morning, Ezra, Din, and I have another long sex session, before setting off to a new planet, for a new bounty.

While Din and Ezra sleep, I sneak out of bed and walk to the cargo hold of the ship. Since I woke up, I can’t get the plans for the radio out of my head. This could be my way back to Earth, if I can figure it out.

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BEAR WITH ME ??

Pairing : Bear hybrid Namjoon x Ferret hybrid reader

Word count : 10k words.

Authors note : HAHDBDHD HELLO YOU GUYS!! I'm really excited to post this because I had ALOT of fun writing this. I love love LOVED the whole dynamic as well and tbf it's minor self insert because..I too can be a menace. Like I'm not THAT much of a menace but I've had enough complaints to know I am one lololol. I think I'm gonna post more stuff about these two. I've already planned a few more things and some other scenarios and stuff. Like I said I REALLY enjoyed the whole dynamic and i think you guys would as well. ALSO I've had to make 2 parts of this because I keep hitting the word count on the damn post. BE SURE TO LIKE BOTH PARTS And if you have any requests or query my requests and asks are always open. <3

Warning : Smut, Vaginal sex, oral sex (M & F receiving), hybrid sex, mentions of death, mention of heat, feral Namjoon, size kink, spanking, mating press, mentions of various sex positions, reader being a menace, Namjoons a gentle giant, rough sex, cunnilingus, idiots in love, reader is immature, Namjoon is suffering, HUGE size difference (Imagine gyomei and shinobu). Masturbation, Namjoons a boob guy. Titty analysis :)

Synopsis :

"Namjoon spots a Tiny ferret hybrid getting pushed around by a bunch of hyena hybrids and decides to intervene. Little did he know that would lead to a series of interesting, traumatising and hilarious memories, some of which he's convinced were attempted murder attempts."

The quad was bustling. Students milled about, chatting, heading to class, or loitering in the late afternoon sun. It was a typical day—except for the growing commotion near the campus fountain.

A group of hyena hybrids had circled someone.

Laughter, sharp and jeering, cut through the air.

And in the middle of it all stood her—half their size, shoulders squared, and pissed.

“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the hyenas drawled, tail flicking behind him. “We’re just playing.”

Another snickered. “Yeah, don’t be so...uptight.”

She scowled, baring her small, but very sharp teeth. “Say that again.”

“Ooooh.” They mocked her. “She’s got bite.”

A growl rumbled in her throat, but before she could launch herself at them—

A shadow loomed.

Everything stopped.

The hyenas stiffened, their ears flattening as a new presence entered the circle.

He was massive.

Towering over them like a walking monolith, broad shoulders casting a dark silhouette against the sun. His round glasses reflected the light, but his expression was unreadable.

A grizzly bear hybrid.

And not just any bear—one that could easily break them in half if he wanted.

The air shifted.

The hyenas hesitated—then, in a blur of nervous laughter, backed off. “Relax, man. No need to get involved.”

And just like that, they scurried away.

Silence.

Then—

She turned, glaring up at her so-called savior.

“What, you wanna fight too?!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“EH?—NO—WAIT—” He lifted his hands, panicked. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—”

She squinted. Suspicious. “Then what do you want?”

“I just—” He struggled, fumbling for words. “I saw you getting pushed around and thought—”

“I had it handled,” she snapped.

Namjoon blinked.

Then, despite himself, a tiny smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah… I think you did.”

And that was how you met Kim Namjoon.

If anyone on campus had to describe their relationship, they wouldn’t know what to say.

It started with the hyena incident—which, in your opinion, wasn’t even that big of a deal. You had them handled. But then Namjoon had to come in like some big, overgrown hero, and suddenly, y'all were seeing each other everywhere.

Same lecture hall.

Same group projects.

Same spot at the café.

And for some stupid reason, you both always ended up together.

Namjoon, to his credit, was a bean. A giant, shy, soft-spoken bean who somehow made people nervous just by existing. He was taller than most— 7'3 to be exact, broader than all, and had the gentlest voice she’d ever heard. He was polite to everyone, rarely raised his voice, and for some reason, people still thought he was scary.

You , however?

You were half his size, twice the chaos, and nice to exactly one person.

Which meant one thing—

Once you were close enough, you never left him alone.

“Namjoon,” you huffed one afternoon, climbing onto him like a tree.

He blinked, startled, as you hoisted herself onto his back. “Uh—what—?”

“The quad’s packed. Carry me.”

He hesitated. “You have legs?”

“And you have muscles,” you shot back, wrapping her arms around his broad-ass shoulders. “I don’t see the problem.”

Namjoon sighed but adjusted his grip and carried you anyway.

Your classmates barely reacted. At this point, this was normal.

The first time you saw him shirtless, it was completely by accident.

You’d been raiding his fridge, sitting on his counter, happily munching away on his leftover dumplings when he walked in—

Fresh out of the shower.

Shirtless.

With his glasses still on.

Water dripped from his messy curls, his golden skin still damp from the steam. And, most importantly—

His chest.

His pecs.

You froze mid-bite.

Namjoon stopped in his tracks.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh,” you said casually, chewing. “Need help holding those up?”

Namjoon choked.

His entire face turned red. “W-What?!”

You grinned. “Y’know.” you gestured lazily. “Those badonks or if you want the more sophisticated name boobies.”

Namjoon spluttered, immediately grabbing the nearest hoodie and shoving it over his head. “I—THAT’S NOT—”

Too late.

You had already decided.

He was your new favorite toy.

You also had a bad habit of picking arguments you couldn’t win. It was in your nature as a ferret hybrid—small, scrappy, and absolutely lacking in self-preservation.

Namjoon, unfortunately, had a bad habit of ending those arguments in the most unfair way possible.

Lifting you.

It didn’t matter if you were mid-rant, arms flailing dramatically—he’d simply sigh, scoop you up with one arm, and hold you at arm’s length like a misbehaving kitten.

“PUT ME DOWN, YOU TREE!”

“Not until you calm down,” he’d say, voice as gentle as ever.

“I’LL BITE YOU.”

“You always say that, but you never do.”

You bared your teeth. “This time I mean it.”

He just sighed and adjusted his grip, holding you higher like you were some kind of unruly toddler.

It didn’t help that you also had a habit of climbing him in crowded spaces.

“Personal space,” Namjoon warned as you latched onto him like a koala in the cafeteria.

“No.”

“People are staring.”

“Let them. I’m comfy.”

“You’re on my back.”

“Again, comfy.” you huff.

He eventually just gave up and started carrying you without complaint.

Winter was the worst. You hated the cold.

Namjoon, however, was a walking furnace.

You quickly realized that hugging him was like curling up next to a heated blanket, and you took full advantage.

It started subtly—leaning against him during study sessions, pressing up to his side when you were sitting together. Then it escalated to full-on bear hugs at every opportunity.

At first, Namjoon tried to act like he wasn’t affected.

But then came the day you simply plopped onto his lap in the library.

He tensed, ears turning red. “What are you doing?”

“Getting warm,” you said, making yourself comfortable.

“I—you—you can’t just—”

“You’re literally a bear. This is your purpose.”

He spluttered but ultimately let you be. And from that day on, your lap privileges were unofficially granted.

You were a menace. He had accepted that. Truly. But there were moments that made him re-think everything.

Namjoon is trying to have a serious conversation with a professor.

You're behind the professor, making the most outrageous hand gestures.

At first, it’s subtle. A suggestive eyebrow wiggle. A tiny lip bite.

Namjoon notices. Regrets noticing immediately.

Then you gets bolder. You start doing obscene gestures.

Namjoon chokes mid-sentence.

Professor, slightly confused "Are you... alright, Namjoon?"

Namjoon, stiff as a board "Yes. Absolutely. Fine."

He tries to ignore you , but you keep going.

Pretending to sensually lick your fingers. Mimicking very inappropriate things.

Namjoon, mentally thought "Kill me. Just kill me now."

He knows if he calls you out, he will be the one looking guilty.

The second the professor leaves, he just picks you up and carries you away.

Namjoon, exasperated: "What is WRONG with you??"

You on the other hand? wheezing from laughter

"You should’ve seen your face—"

Namjoon, mutters under his breath "I swear I’m gonna kiss you just to shut you up."

And that makes you go quiet. (For once.)

At first, you didn’t notice anything was off.

Study sessions at Namjoon’s place had always been your favorite—his apartment was warm, cozy, and filled with books. He made the best tea, had the fluffiest blankets, and, most importantly, he didn’t mind when you sprawled out on his couch like you owned the place.

But then something changed.

Namjoon got sleepy. Not just normal sleepy—bear hybrid in hibernation mode sleepy.

At first, it was small things. He’d yawn more, stretch like a cat mid-sentence, blink at you drowsily while you ranted about your latest shenanigans. Then it escalated—he’d start dozing off while sitting up, nodding off mid-study session, even mumbling nonsense in his sleep.

And it was driving you insane.

“Namjoon,” you poked his cheek. “Focus.”

He blinked at you slowly. “I am.”

“You’re literally drooling on your book.”

He made a vague grumbling noise and turned his head, pressing his face into the couch cushion.

“Hey!” You shook him. “No sleeping, bear boy.”

“M’not sleeping,” he slurred. “M’listening.”

“You’re hibernating. You cannot just hibernate in the middle of exam season.”

He groaned, dragging a blanket over his head. “Just a little nap.”

You huffed. This wasn’t fair. You were used to a grumpy, flustered Namjoon, a Namjoon who sighed heavily whenever you did something unhinged. But now? Now he was too sleepy to react to your nonsense.

Boring.

So, naturally, you decided to fix it.

You waited until one particularly bad day when Namjoon was practically melting into his couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. His glasses were slipping down his nose, his book long forgotten as he blinked sleepily at the wall.

That’s when you struck.

You climbed onto the couch, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him.

“Wake up, you oversized teddy bear!”

Big mistake.

Before you could react, Namjoon made a low, grumbly noise and grabbed you.

“What the—”

You barely had time to squeak before you were yanked into his arms and smushed against his chest.

Panic set in.

“Namjoon.” You wiggled. His grip tightened.

Oh. Oh no.

You were trapped.

The weight of a freaking bear hybrid pressed down on you, limbs wrapped securely around your body. You struggled, but it was like being stuck under a weighted blanket from hell. Warm, cozy, and completely inescapable.

You tried logic. “Namjoon, you can’t just—”

A deep rumble cut you off. Not quite a growl. More like… a purr.

A sleepy, contented bear purr.

Your brain short-circuited. “Did you just purr at me?”

No response. Just another deep, satisfied hum as he nuzzled into your hair.

Oh. You were doomed.

For hours, you were trapped, helpless as Namjoon slept soundly, using you as his personal body pillow. Every attempt to escape was met with an unconscious squeeze, like a giant, affectionate bear reminding you no, you stay here now.

By the time he finally woke up, stretching with a yawn and blinking at you like he was surprised to find you in his arms, you were fuming.

“You absolute menace,” you growled. “I’ve been stuck here for hours.”

Namjoon tilted his head, still half-asleep. Then, with the softest, sleepiest smile, showing off his stupid dimples, he mumbled, “You’re warm.”

Your brain broke.

You didn’t know whether to slap him or melt into a puddle.

So, naturally, you did the only thing that made sense.

You bit him.

He didn’t even react. Too sleepy.

It was official. Namjoon’s hibernation phase was ruining your life.

He had gotten even lazier—falling asleep at random, mumbling nonsense, refusing to wake up no matter how much you poked, prodded, or even bit him. At this point, you were desperate.

So, one fateful morning, you took drastic measures.

You climbed onto his bed, glaring down at the oversized bear hybrid sprawled out like a crime scene. He was dead asleep, mouth slightly open, breathing slow and deep. You poked his cheek. No response.

Fine.

You swung one leg over him and straddled his waist, hands bracing against his broad chest. Then, with all your ferret hybrid determination, you bounced.

“WAKE UP, YOU LAZY—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Because in his drowsy, half-asleep state, Namjoon groaned—deep, low, and utterly sinful.

Then—his hands grabbed your hips.

You froze.

Before you could process it, his fingers tightened, large and warm as he guided you down against him.

Your breath hitched.

Something… hard pressed up between your legs. Not fully hard, but enough.

Then Namjoon—still completely asleep—let out a soft, breathy moan and rolled his hips up into yours.

Your soul left your body.

For a solid three seconds, you sat there, straddling a very large, very strong, very hard bear hybrid who was grinding against you in his sleep.

Then you did the only thing that made sense.

You screamed.

“YOU PERVERTED BEAR!”

With a panicked shriek, you slapped his chest so hard his pec jiggled.

Namjoon’s eyes snapped open.

He blinked at you, still groggy. Then he frowned.

Then he looked down.

The moment realization hit, his entire face exploded into red.

And then—he scrambled.

With an alarmed gasp, Namjoon flung himself back so violently that he nearly fell off the bed. He yanked the blanket up to his chest like a scandalized Victorian lady, clutching it as if it could protect his virtue.

“I—YOU—THIS—” He was stammering, eyes wide, scandalized beyond belief.

You, still red as hell, pointed a shaking finger at him. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He practically wailed.

“You grabbed me!”

“I WAS ASLEEP!”

“You moaned!”

Namjoon made a horrified noise and buried his face in his hands.

“I’M GOING TO PASS AWAY,” he mumbled, voice muffled with shame. “RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW.”

You were still flustered as hell, but seeing this six-foot-plus grizzly bear hybrid cowering behind a blanket like you had violated his innocence was too much.

Slowly, a grin curled onto your lips.

“Ohhh,” you drawled. “I see how it is.”

Namjoon peeked up at you, suspicious. “Don’t.”

“You were enjoying it, huh?”

His ears turned red. “STOP.”

“Does sleepy Namjoon have naughty dreams?”

“PLEASE.”

You smirked, leaning in. “Wanna finish what you started, perverted bear?”

Namjoon squeaked.

A full-grown grizzly bear hybrid. A literal terrifying predator.

And you made him squeak.

You were never letting him live this down.

Namjoon knew he was in for a bad day the moment you sat down across from him at lunch.

You were grinning.

Not just any grin—your shit-eating, up-to-no-good, gremlin grin.

Immediately, he sighed. “No.”

You blinked innocently. “I haven’t said anything yet.”

“I can feel the trouble radiating off of you.”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “So, speaking of yesterday—”

Namjoon groaned. “No.”

“But I was just curious—”

“No.”

You leaned in, propping your chin on your hands. “Okay, but seriously. How big is your dick?”

Namjoon choked on his food.

“What the fuck?!” he coughed.

“Pure curiosity.” You smiled sweetly. “Scientific curiosity, if you will.”

He glared at you, ears burning. “I will snap you in half, you lanky menace.”

“Oh?” You cocked your head. “Because from what I felt yesterday—”

Namjoon dropped his head onto the table with a thud.

“I hate you,” he muttered into his arms.

You giggled, delighted, poking his bicep. “C’mon, you must have a guess. Seven? Eight? Should I be worried for my pelvic bone?”

He let out the most miserable sigh, running a hand down his face. “You do realize I’m a bear hybrid, right?”

“Exactly why I’m asking.” You smirked. “I am a scholar, you know.”

Namjoon groaned again, exhausted, leaning back in his chair. “If you mention my dick one more time—”

You blinked expectantly.

He stared at you, looking so done.

Then, in a moment of pure exasperation, he sighed and muttered, “I’ll bend you over and show you exactly how big it is.”

Silence.

Namjoon froze.

You froze.

He blinked. Then groaned. Loudly.

“I cannot believe I just said that,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

You were still in shock. Then, slowly, the widest, most devious grin spread across your face.

“Oh?”

“Don’t.”

“Ohhhh?”

Namjoon buried his face in his hands. “I need to leave. I need to walk into the ocean.”

You giggled, absolutely delighted, patting his arm. “Don’t worry, Joon. I promise I won’t tease you anymore.”

Namjoon peeked at you warily. “Do you actually promise?”

You smiled sweetly. “Absolutely not.”

He groaned, glaring at his food like it had personally betrayed him.

You had never had this much fun in your life.

Namjoon had accepted his fate.

You were tiny. You were chaotic. You were a menace to society.

And, apparently, you were also his personal weighted blanket.

Because somewhere along the way, you had decided his lap was your permanent seat.

It wasn’t even something you seemed to think about anymore—you’d just waltz over, plop down onto his thighs, and continue on with your life as if you weren’t making his brain short-circuit every damn time.

And the worst part? Namjoon let you.

Like an idiot.

Right now, you were curled up against him, legs folded, tablet in hand as you scribbled notes. Namjoon was trying to focus on his computer, but it was hard when you kept fidgeting—shifting, adjusting, wiggling against him like you were trying to test the limits of his self-control.

You had no idea what you were doing to him.

Absolutely none.

It didn’t help that you looked unfairly adorable—pouting slightly as you concentrated, lips pursed, occasionally kicking your feet.

Fuck.

His bear instincts were so confused. Because on one hand, he knew you were just being your usual ferret-self, but on the other, something in him kept whispering, Mate?

It didn’t help that sometimes—like right now—you’d look up at him suddenly, big eyes blinking, only to reach up and poke his cheek.

“Joonbug.”

Namjoon swallowed thickly. “Yeah?”

You grinned, leaning in slightly. “Your face is funny when you concentrate.”

He rolled his eyes, forcing himself to focus on his screen. “Thanks, I guess.”

But when he turned back, he realized—your face was so close. If he just—if he leaned in—

Namjoon immediately tensed and looked away.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

And the worst part?

You fell asleep there.

Like a goddamn purring cat.

One second you were awake, the next you were snuggled into his chest, soft little breaths tickling his pecs. Namjoon froze, entire body stiff.

He could feel your warmth.

The soft rise and fall of your chest.

The way your body just—just fit against his.

And then—the final straw.

You shifted slightly, and his gaze accidentally dropped to your shirt.

Or, more specifically, down your ridiculous little Henley.

Namjoon stared.

Not on purpose. Not really. It was just—he was a man. A man with eyes. And you were—

Oh.

He hadn’t really… evaluated before.

Nice.

Good shape.

One slightly bigger. Completely normal

And… a bit bigger than he anticipated.

Hm.

Namjoon blinked, mind blank for a moment. Then—

Wait.

WAIT.

His face exploded into red, eyes snapping forward like he had just witnessed a war crime.

What the fuck was wrong with him?!

He threw himself back into his work, typing aggressively, but it was too late.

Because now, against his will, his brain had a new intrusive thought:

I wonder how they’d feel in my hands?

Namjoon malfunctioned.

He needed to leave. He needed to die.

But mostly?

He needed to get you off his lap.

Before he lost his goddamn mind.

Namjoon refused to acknowledge what had just happened.

Refused.

You were asleep on his lap, blissfully unaware of his horrible, terrible, no-good intrusive thoughts. And yet, despite his best efforts to suppress the chaos in his brain, his traitorous bear instincts decided to betray him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His tail, the absolute bastard, started tapping against the floor.

It wasn’t his fault! His tail did that when he was content, or comfortable, or—fuck—when he was embarrassed.

Which meant that right now?

It was practically broadcasting to the entire world that Namjoon was a mess.

And, of course, because the universe hated him, you began to stir.

He immediately froze.

No.

No, no, no—

You let out a sleepy little hum, eyes barely cracking open as you blinked up at him, dazed and soft.

Then, in a tiny, adorable voice—

“You good, Joonie?”

Namjoon short-circuited.

Every cell in his body screamed NO, I AM NOT GOOD, I AM HAVING A CRISIS OVER YOUR TITS.

But externally?

He just choked out, “Yeah.”

You blinked again, staring at him for a moment. Then, much to his horror, your gaze drifted past his shoulder

To his still-thumping tail.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across your face.

“Oh?”

Namjoon’s soul left his body.

“N-no,” he stammered, ears burning.

But you—being the absolute menace that you were—tilted your head.

“Ohhh?”

He panicked. “I—shut up.”

You giggled, snuggling back into his chest. “Your tail’s cute, y’know.”

Namjoon let out the longest sigh of his life.

This was actual suffering.

And you?

You were enjoying every second of it.

And Namjoon?

Namjoon was suffering.

He was suffering, and it was your fault.

Ever since the tail betrayal, he had been on edge, constantly catching himself thinking things he absolutely should not be thinking.

And it only got worse.

Because you kept sitting on his lap.

You kept looking up at him with those wide eyes.

You kept giggling, doing your little gremlin antics, completely oblivious to the war inside his head.

And the worst part?

He liked it.

Namjoon liked having you on his lap.

He liked the way you poked his cheek, teasing him.

He liked when you fidgeted, shifting against his thighs, completely unaware of how much damage you were doing.

So, tonight?

Tonight, as he flopped onto his bed, exhausted, his brain finally snapped.

“Dammit. Fuck.”

But then—

Fuck her.

Fuck… her.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck… how would it feel to fuck… her?

Namjoon froze.

His entire body locked up as his brain betrayed him, conjuring up images—images of you under him, gasping, giggling, teasing him even as he—

NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

He let out a strangled groan, flinging an arm over his face in denial.

Then, hesitantly—dread pooling in his stomach—he glanced down.

…Yep.

He was hard.

Namjoon let out the longest, most miserable sigh of his life.

This was actual hell.

And you?

You had no idea.

Namjoon lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling like it personally wronged him.

This was your fault.

Absolutely, entirely your fault.

Because if you weren’t such a tiny, chaotic, adorable menace, then maybe—maybe—he wouldn’t be in this situation.

But, no.

No, you had to go and sit in his lap all the time.

You had to poke his cheeks, tease him, giggle like a damn gremlin.

You had to look at him with those big, innocent eyes, completely unaware of the monster you were creating.

And now?

Now, here he was—rock hard, frustrated, and miserable.

Namjoon sighed deeply.

Then, resigned, he reached for the tissues and lotion.

It wasn’t like this was new.

He was a man. He had needs. And if he was going to be suffering anyway, he might as well… deal with it.

So, with a groan, he stripped, settled in, and started his very familiar routine.

…He was not thinking about you.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

But when his eyes fluttered shut, when his hand started moving—

A vision of you flashed through his mind.

Your lips, parted slightly.

Your thighs, spread beneath him.

Your voice, giggling—What’s wrong, Joonie? Cat got your tongue?

Namjoon whined.

This was a problem.

A very big problem.

This was supposed to be quick.

A means to an end.

Just get it over with, clear his head, move on.

But the second his hand wrapped around his cock—his traitorous brain ran wild.

At first, it was just flashes.

Your tits.

Your ass.

The memory of you sitting in his lap, shifting just right–

But then, his mind dove deeper.

The "perverted bear" incident surfaced.

The weight of your body bouncing on top of him, your tiny hands pressing against his chest, your soft little gasp when you felt him—

Namjoon bit his lip, groaning softly.

He should stop.

He should not be thinking about this.

But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Because then he imagined more.

You, beneath him.

Your legs spread wide.

Your body so tiny compared to his—so soft, so helpless against his weight.

Namjoon’s breath hitched.

Fuck.

Fuck.

A mating press.

The size difference.

The way you’d squirm, overwhelmed, panting, looking up at him with those big, adorable eyes—

"Fuck," he gasped, hips jerking into his hand.

This was so bad.

So, so bad.

But it felt so fucking good.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want to stop.

Not when his mind was already drowning in the thought of you, spread out, filled to the brim—

His.

Completely his.

CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER