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shadowkoo · 5 months ago

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Touch Of Cherries

→ Summary: With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, your thoughtful and devoted boyfriend is determined to make it unforgettable. But when you suggest something completely unexpected like a threesome - with his best friend, no less - he’s caught entirely off guard. Shock quickly turns into curiosity, and as the day draws closer he realizes there’s a whole new side of you he can’t wait to discover.

↠ jimin x f.reader x jungkook | 6.5k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, romance, pwp, threesome

→ Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, explicit sex, unprotected sex, threesome, hand job, blow job, pussy eating, extreme teasing, dirty talk, edging, punishment, choking, spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, food play (candied cherries, chocolate-covered strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream), butt plugs, vibrators, vibrating cock rings, nipple clamps, flogger, feather tassel, leather paddle, blindfolds, tape, silk ties, muzzling, spit play, cum play, cumshot / faceshot, bdsm themes, dom/sub switch,dom gf!reader, bratty bbf!jungkook, submissive bf!jimin

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→ Author Note: this fic has been a very long time coming (joke intended as you will soon discover lol), it was originally meant to be released for sol’s @jamaisjoons's bon appetit collab and after several hiatuses and comebacks, it’s finally here (with major improvements and an additional 3k - you’re welcome) please enjoy this overdue and delicious valentine’s fic!!!! i'd also like to give a huge shoutout to ley @pars-ley for beta editing this for me, i appreciate you! this has been crossposted on ao3 if you prefer to read there!

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“It’s okay. Everything is okay,” you whisper, exhaling shakily as excitement builds in your chest. Tires crunch across the gravel driveway, signaling their arrival.

It’s time.

You listen as they step inside, the soft thud of their shoes hitting the floor as they exchange light conversation; their attempt to settle their nerves. It doesn’t take long before their footsteps echo down the hallway, drawing closer to the bedroom where you wait with anticipation rushing through you.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” you murmur, a slow smile playing on your lips as you meet the gaze of the two men stepping into the room. “Both of you.”

Satisfaction hums in your chest. Jimin held up his end of the deal, all he had to do was show up on time, with Jungkook. You made sure to take care of everything else. You’re in charge tonight. Everything you say goes, and if they dare to disobey...well let’s just say they’ll soon learn what kind of punishment is in store.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, while Jimin’s breath hitches as they take in the sight before them. The sheer lingerie spills across your body, revealing just enough to keep their eyes roaming hungrily over your skin. But it’s not just you that has their attention.

Spread across the nightstands on either side of the bed are the carefully selected indulgences you’ve prepared for tonight. Trays of chocolate-covered fruit, a bottle of wine that pairs perfectly with the sweets, spray cans of whipped cream, the soft glow of candles flickering against scattered flower petals and the lingerie laid out just for them next to you. And then, of course, there’s the final temptation, a lineup of toys, waiting patiently for their turn to play.

They’re in for a delight, to say the least.

“Help yourselves to whatever you’d like, boys. I know I will,” you purr, plucking a ripe chocolate-covered strawberry from the tray. Slowly, you bring it to your lips, your teeth sinking through its tender skin. The sweet juices linger, glistening on your lips as you take your time savoring each bite.

The voice in Jimin’s head reminds him to breathe, only for him to suck in a sharp breath when you slowly part your crossed legs, offering them a glimpse of what’s hidden between them. The soft, familiar buzzing confirms his guess before his eyes even land on the sleek purple vibrator nestled inside of you. One of your favorites.

Together, your boyfriend and his best friend, watch in complete awe as your hand glides down your body, your slim fingers wrap around the base of the toy peeking through the open middle of your crotchless teddy. Giving yourself a few teasing pumps, you moan just enough to ensure you have their full, undivided attention. Then, with a satisfied sigh, you pull the toy from your slick folds and casually toss it onto the bed beside you.

“I’m ready whenever you two are.”

Jimin swallows nervously. This is really happening.

Only a short 48 hours ago, this was nothing more than a fantasy you boldly admitted. Now, here you are, waiting for him and Jungkook to make their move. He’s still somewhat shocked. You rarely request favors, so when you do, he knows they mean everything to you. And Jimin never wants to let you down.

He recalls the scenario you laid out for him…

“I’ve been thinking about what we should do for Valentine’s Day,” you begin, your voice smooth. “I have a proposition…”

Jimin barely glances away from the TV, eyes still glued to the movie you picked from some random streaming service. “What is it?” he asks, completely unaware of the bomb you’re about to drop.

You hesitate for a moment, then take a breath. It’s now or never. “I want us to have a threesome… with Jungkook.”

Silence.

Jimin blinks at the screen as if replaying your words in his head, trying to make sure he heard them right. Then, suddenly, his head snaps toward you, eyes wide. “W-wait. What did you just say…a threesome? With Jungkook?”

You nod.

He stares at you, processing. “Jungkook… as in my best friend Jungkook?” His voice is a mix of shock, curiosity, and the slightest hint of something else. Like jealousy, maybe.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “He’s the only person I can think of that we both trust. Someone who won’t judge us or look at either of us differently afterward.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, and you aren’t sure how to take his silence. He doesn’t seem upset, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. Anxiety creeps in, and you start picking at your fingernails while you wait for his response.

Your friends always said that if you were ever going to do this, it had to be with a stranger to keep things from getting awkward. But you’ve never understood that logic. A stranger wouldn’t respect your or Jimin’s boundaries. A stranger wouldn’t be as trustworthy or judgment-free as Jungkook.

You swallow hard. “You can say no if you hate the idea. It’s okay.”

Jimin exhales, running a hand through his hair. He wonders how long you’ve been holding onto this thought, and how many times the idea has crossed your mind before you finally built up the courage to say it aloud.

He’s never been one to shy away from something new. Experimentation has always been part of the thrill for both of you. And if this is what you really want for Valentine’s Day… who is he to deny you?

After a beat, he nods. “Yeah, sure. We’ll call him tomorrow and ask.”

“Do you have something to say, Jimin? You look a little tongue-tied,” you tease, slowly sliding off the bed. Your words snap him back into the present moment, but there’s a haze in his eyes that lingers.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shakes his head.

“Good.” You flash a knowing grin, stepping between them to shut the bedroom door. “Before we get started, there are a few rules for tonight.” Your voice dips slightly, commanding their full attention. “You’re here for my pleasure. Do as I say, and the night will go smoothly. Good listeners get good rewards. Do you understand?”

They nod, but that’s not enough. You arch an eyebrow, waiting for a verbal response.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jungkook finally answers after he’s caught on, his voice thick and raspy. His response is correct, but the smirk tugging at his plush lips is not appreciated.

“Jungkook. Top off. Now.”

Turning back to the bed, you grab two carefully chosen items, a strappy leather harness, meant specifically for him, and the paddle with a heart-shaped leather tip, meant specifically for you.

You have a feeling you’ll be needing it sooner rather than later. Especially if that attitude of his sticks around…which, if you’re being honest, you kind of hope it does.

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeats, with that same infuriating smirk playing on his lips. His gaze never wavers, eyes locked intently onto yours and only breaking momentarily when he tugs his shirt over his head.

You take your time looking over his body, your eyes trailing across the sculpted ridges of his stomach, the ink etched into his skin, before finally landing on the small patch of dark hair peeking from the waistband of his low-rise jeans. You press your lips together to stifle a smile, they call them happy trails for a reason, after all.

Lifting the leather straps over his head and onto his shoulders, your fingers skim the warm expanse of his tanned skin as you guide his arms through the harness.

“I was going to wait until later for this,” you murmur, circling around him slowly, savoring the moment. “But I’d rather do it now…and enjoy it later.”

His brows knit together in confusion until he feels it. The click of the built-in handcuffs as you secure his wrists behind his back.

Realization dawns in his eyes, but he doesn’t protest. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as he adjusts to the restraint. Once he’s properly locked in place, you drag the tip of the paddle across the exposed patches of skin between the straps, letting it linger before delivering a swift, teasing slap to his shoulder blade.

A perfect red heart blossoms in its wake. You admire your work, running a finger lightly over the mark.

Beautiful.

“Sit on the bed and wait your turn.”

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you turn away, returning to the bed to pick up the last remaining outfit. Holding up the delicate maid uniform, you offer it to Jimin with a sultry smile.

“This one’s yours, baby.” A sweet expression graces your lips, but behind it lurks something far more sinful. You can already picture Jimin fucking you hard from behind, the frilly fabric bunched around his waist as he loses himself in you. The thought alone makes your heart rate increase.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate. He strips, slipping into the outfit before settling onto the bed beside Jungkook, both of them waiting eagerly for your next command.

“Now that you’re both dressed appropriately, let’s go over the rest of the rules.” Your gaze sweeps between them, lingering on Jungkook. There’s a glint in his eye, sharp and mischievous. He’s going to be a handful tonight.

“You will do exactly as I say. No whining, no backtalk, and no attitude.” You let the warning hang in the air before continuing.

“You’re only allowed to come at the same time as each other, and only after I do. You will refer to me as ma’am or madam. Either will suffice. And let’s be clear, there will be no sitting back and watching tonight. Your eyes will stay on me all night…but so will a part of you. Your hands, a finger, your lips, tongue, or even your cock, must be touching me.”

A sharp smack echoes through the room as you slap the paddle against your palm, savoring the way both men swallow hard at the sound. They better get used to it.

“Break any of these rules,” you continue, voice dripping with authority, “and you’ll be given a fitting punishment of my choosing.” You take a slow, deliberate turn, gesturing to the array of playthings laid out around you. “There are plenty of options…and I won’t hesitate to use them.”

Jimin bites back a smile, secretly reveling in the dominatrix side of you that’s fully emerging tonight. He always knew you liked to experiment and switch things up, but this? This is something else entirely.

And he loves it. Loves watching you take control, loves discovering this new side of you that’s commanding, unapologetic, and entirely irresistible.

“Lastly,” you continue, your voice smooth yet firm, “If anything becomes too much, use the word ‘yellow’ so I know to ease up. If you’re uncomfortable at any point, say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop immediately. Got it?”

Their quick nods are followed by a synchronized, “Yes, madam.”

“Good.”

Without hesitation, you grip the delicate, ruffled collar of Jimin’s maid dress and yank him toward you, crashing your lips together, your tongue sliding against his.

As your lips move to his neck, you slip a hand beneath the short hem of his dress, fingers finding his throbbing length with ease. A slow, teasing stroke has him gasping, his body already betraying him.

“How does that feel, baby?” you whisper against his skin, punctuating your words with gentle bites along the curve where his shoulder meets lace.

Jimin mewls into your ear as you stroke him, his breathing turning ragged, his hips subtly bucking into your touch. He’s close—so close—but you won’t let him have it. Not yet.

Your grip tightens around his shaft, thumb circling the sensitive head just enough to make him tremble. A surprised gasp escapes his lips, but before he can beg for more, you pull away entirely.

His frustrated whimper only fuels your desire.

You do it again, bringing him to the very edge and making his whole body tense with anticipation, only to snatch it away at the last second.

The night is just getting started, and Jimin is already at your mercy. Exactly where you want him.

Shifting your attention to Jungkook, who has been waiting far too patiently on the bed, you slide your hand down to his zipper, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. His jeans slide to his knees, exposing thick, tense thighs that flex beneath your fingertips as you trail them up toward the outline of his growing arousal, straining behind the fabric of his briefs.

Your fingers dip just beneath the waistband, teasing just enough to send a ripple of goosebumps across his skin before you tug the fabric down, freeing him completely.

“Mmm, you look more than ready for me,” you murmur, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Tell me, do you want my hands on you?”

Jungkook nods frantically, desperation written all over his face.

A devilish smile tugs at your lips as you lean in, lips hovering just inches from his aching length. You blow a soft stream of air against it, watching with satisfaction as his abs flex in response.

“What about my mouth?” you purr, voice dripping with mischief. “Would you like that?”

His chest rises and falls with heavy, uneven breaths. “Fuck, yes. I want it all,” he groans, already on edge.

You let a single finger trail along the prominent vein running up his shaft, barely touching him, yet it’s enough to make him shiver. You can feel how hard he’s fighting to stay still, to not thrust into your teasing touch.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his tattooed hands gripping the sheets.

You ignore his frustration, turning instead to Jimin, who is watching with wide, hungry eyes.

“Tell me what to do to him,” you command smoothly.

Jimin blinks, caught off guard. “You…want me to tell you?”

“Yes, baby,” you coo, tilting your head, daring him to defy you. “Or do you have a problem with my demand?”

“N-no, ma’am,” he stammers, quickly shaking his head. Then, after a brief hesitation, his voice turns more confident. “No hands,” he instructs, watching you carefully. “Do whatever you want, just don’t use your hands.”

A wicked grin spreads across your lips. You love a challenge.

Obliging, you lower yourself between Jungkook’s thighs, letting your tongue flick out to deliver the lightest kitten lick along his length. It’s so brief, so teasing, yet powerful enough to make his whole body tense. You repeat the motion, each barely-there touch making him groan in frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

And you? You’re just getting started. But, if you’re being honest, you could use a little attention yourself.

"Hmm. I don’t think this is working for me," you muse, pushing yourself to your feet with a sigh of faux disappointment. Your gaze sharpens as you look down at Jungkook. "Move up against the headboard."

He obeys without question, shuffling back until his toned back meets the plush pillows, kicking off the last of the fabric clinging to his ankles. His darkened, lust-filled eyes track your every movement.

You crawl forward on your hands and knees, slipping between his legs until your body is back in its previous position, your breath warm against his heated skin.

"Jimin?" you purr, flicking your tongue out to tease the thick head of Jungkook’s length, reveling in the way his thighs tense beneath you. "Be a doll and fuck me with those gorgeous fingers of yours while I take my time enjoying your friend a little longer."

Positioning himself behind you, he kneels on the bed, his fingertips grazing the outer curve of your thigh before trailing up to your perfectly round ass. A shiver runs through you at his touch. His other hand slides between your legs, and he sinks two slender fingers into your slick heat, curling them just right.

A deep moan vibrates against Jungkook’s length as Jimin expertly finds that sweet spot, sending pleasure coursing through your body.

Jungkook’s hips jerk involuntarily from the sensation, a sharp curse slipping past his lips as his hands struggle against his restraints, tossing his head back in frustration. Fuck.

You lift your mouth off his length, glancing over your shoulder to meet Jimin’s gaze. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge flickering between you as he pushes another finger inside, stretching you just right. Your walls greedily suck him in, and a shuddered moan escapes your lips.

Jungkook whimpers from the lack of contact, his frustration evident. “Why’d you stop?”

Turning back to him, you smirk, reaching for a very particular item from the nightstand. Your fingers curl around it as you hold his gaze, letting the anticipation build.

Jungkook watches you carefully, his brows lifting. “What are you doing with that?”

“You’re about to find out,” you purr, slipping the item between your lips before lowering yourself back down, wrapping your mouth around his cock once more. Jimin’s challenge of ‘no hands’ is getting more exciting by the second.

With precision, you use your tongue and teeth to guide the silicone ring down to the base of his thick length. Then, biting down ever so slightly, you activate the vibration setting, satisfied when a deep, shuddering gasp rips from Jungkook’s throat.

His muscles tense as the low hum of pleasure courses through him, and his fingers tighten into the pillow behind him. But before he can fully revel in it, your voice cuts through his haze.

“Since you seem to forget that I’m in charge, asking all those questions, now you get to deal with that.” Your eyes flick down to the vibrating cock ring squeezing around him, your smirk widening. “But don’t you dare come. Not until I say so.”

You glance back at your boyfriend, humming in approval at the way he’s looking at you so hungry, desperate, completely at your mercy. Perfect.

“Do you want a taste?” you ask, tilting your head, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

Jimin swallows hard, nodding eagerly. “Yes, madam. I want to taste your sweet cunt so fucking badly. Please, let me eat you until you come all over my face, sweetheart.”

A wicked grin spreads across your lips. “Okay,” you tease, dragging it out, “but only because you begged so nicely.”

Jimin’s gaze locks onto your glistening heat, his breath hitching at the sight of his fingers stretching you open. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he leans in, running a slow, deliberate lick up your slit before plunging inside, tasting you at the source.

A shudder rushes over you, a breathless moan slipping past your lips as your head tips back. Your fingers grip the sheets as you press your hips back into his face, encouraging him to go deeper. Jimin always eats you so damn good, knowing exactly what you need.

Your eyes snap back down to Jungkook, who looks absolutely wrecked. His jaw clenched, his chest heaving, every muscle in his body tense as he fights to stay in control. His cock twitches against the vibrating ring, the mix of pleasure and torment etched across his face. It suits him.

Jimin groans against your heat, sending another pulse of pleasure up your spine. One of his hands presses onto your lower back, making you arch your ass up to give him a better angle to pleasure you. Lowering his lips until they’re wrapped around your clit, he sucks hard and just like that, you’re done for.

Your body locks up as waves of pleasure crash over you, and through the haze of your orgasm, your gaze remains locked onto Jungkook who’s fighting for his life.

The sight of you unraveling is the hottest thing Jungkook has ever seen. It’s a miracle he’s still holding on, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he fights the urge to spill right then and there.

As you come down from your high, you reach down to switch off the cock ring, your breath still uneven. “A little relief for being such a good boy,” you murmur, stroking a soothing hand over his thigh.

Jungkook jerks at the abrupt change in sensation, his hips bucking slightly as the relentless vibration disappears. He lets out a shaky breath when you slide the ring off entirely, finally freeing him from its torment.

“Gentlemen,” you sigh dramatically, stretching out your limbs like a satisfied cat. “I think it’s time for a little break, don’t you?”

The looks they give you are nothing short of incredulous, equal parts frustration and utter disbelief. If their expressions could talk, they’d be screaming: Are you fucking serious?

Biting back a smirk, you gesture toward the tray of sweets on the nearby table. “Jimin, darling, bring that over and come sit with us. You’ve earned it.”

With an exaggerated pout but no protest, Jimin obliges, settling onto the bed beside you with the tray in hand.

You move behind Jungkook, your fingers skillfully working to unbuckle the leather cuffs securing his wrists. As soon as he's freed, he flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders with a deep breath, though the tension in his body remains.

Without missing a beat, you lean over to the nightstand, effortlessly topping off your own glass of wine before pouring generous servings for the two men. They watch you closely, still on edge, their need simmering just beneath the surface.

Jimin takes his glass with a quiet "Thank you, madam," his voice husky, while Jungkook accepts his with a smirk, though his fingers tighten around the stem.

You take a slow sip, savoring the deep flavor. "Drink up, boys," you murmur, tilting your glass toward them in a mock toast. "You'll need your strength."

Jungkook follows your suit, taking a long sip and exhaling heavily. “I don’t know what I expected tonight, but this…This has surpassed every fantasy I could’ve ever imagined.”

“Same here—” Jimin starts, only for his words to be cut off as you press a candied cherry between his lips. You do the same to Jungkook before he can get another word in.

Jungkook chews and narrows his eyes. “What was that for?”

Your lips curl into a playful smirk. “Your mouth was running, so I found something to fill it.”

His eyes darken as you pluck another cherry from the tray, holding it up just out of his reach, teasing. He licks his lips, gaze locked on you with an intensity that sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

You pop the cherry between your lips, slowly pulling the stem free with your teeth, and flick your tongue over the sweet juice left behind.

Jungkook groans. “You’re really pushing it, madam.”

Your smirk widens as you lean in close, lips just barely grazing his. “Oh, sweetheart,” you purr, voice dripping with promise. “We’re only getting started. Open wide,” you murmur, a wicked grin curling at your lips.

Jungkook watches you intently as you press another plump candied cherry against his parted lips. He accepts it without hesitation, tongue flicking against the fruit before swallowing it whole. But when you bring a third to his mouth, he hesitates, mischief flickering in his gaze.

“Jungkook…” your voice drops, a subtle warning laced in your tone. “Be a good boy and open your mouth.”

His lips twitch into something resembling defiance. His gaze holds yours, heavy with challenge, before he slowly shakes his head.

“Jungkook,” you warn again, firmer this time.

This time, he takes the cherry between his teeth only to spit it out a second later, his deep chuckle filling the space between you. His amusement is short-lived, though, because the way your eyes darken in disbelief tells him he’s just sealed his fate.

“That,” you murmur, tilting your head as you climb off his lap, “was not very nice.” Your steps are slow, and deliberate as you move across the room, fingers trailing over your carefully selected array of playthings. “What a waste of a perfectly good cherry.”

Jungkook swallows hard, watching with pleasurable anticipation as you finally settle on your choice and turn back toward the bed.

He knows he’s in trouble.

Jimin does his best to stifle his laugh, Kook really should have known better than to piss you off.

The sharp rip of duct tape slicing through the air fills the room, the sound alone enough to send a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. Before he can react, you press the strip firmly over his lips, sealing his defiance beneath a layer of unyielding silver.

His nostrils flare as he exhales sharply, eyes locked onto yours, dark with intrigue. Even now, with his mouth effectively muzzled, amusement dares you to push him further.

Smirking, you tilt your head. Oh, he has no idea what he’s just started.

Your fingers trace the edge of the red leather flogger before gripping it firmly, watching Jungkook with a wicked gleam in your eyes.

“Perhaps the tape isn’t enough," you muse, dragging the leather strands along his shoulder before stepping back. "Get on your hands and knees.”

Jimin, catching on quickly, quietly returns the fruit tray to the dresser while Jungkook sets aside his wine, following your command without protest.

You trail the flogger lightly down his spine before striking, the sharp slap of leather meeting skin echoes through the room. His muscles tense, a hiss slipping through his taped lips while his cock twitches below. Another hit, this time across the curve of his ass, pulls a deep, guttural noise from his throat.

“Do you remember the colors I told you earlier?" you ask, pausing to give him a moment to breathe. "If you want me to stop, what do you say?”

He hums dramatically, tilting his head as if in deep thought. “Hmm…Purple?” He answers, his voice muffled by the tape.

You deliver another swift strike, smirking when his back arches slightly from the intensity.

Once you feel he’s had enough, you set the flogger aside, running a soothing hand down his back before giving his hip a light tap. “Sit up.”

Jungkook obeys, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Are you done misbehaving?” you question.

He nods his head yes, though you have a feeling this won’t be the last time he acts up tonight.

Satisfied for the time being, you reach forward and peel the tape from his lips, smoothing your thumb over his jawline after discarding it.

“Good,” you purr, letting your fingers linger for just a moment before pulling away. “Let’s see if you can be a good boy now.”

You let the delicate straps of your lace teddy slip from your shoulders, guiding the sheer fabric down your curves before it pools at your feet. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, but it’s the way both men’s gazes darken with a hunger that sends a deeper shiver through you. Your nipples harden under their unwavering eyes.

Slowly, teasingly, you trail your hands over your body, cupping your breasts with feigned innocence and a wicked gleam in your eyes. “Are you ready to play some more?” you coo.

“Yes, madam,” they respond in unison, shifting toward the edge of the bed.

Grabbing the can of whipped cream, you shake it with a devilish smirk before standing between them, tilting the nozzle to coat your soft mounds in a cool, milky-sweet layer.

“Then devour me,” you command.

They don’t hesitate. Jimin's plush lips latch onto one breast, his tongue lapping at the sweetness while Jungkook tastes the other, groaning as he sucks and nibbles at the pebbled peak. The contrast between the cold cream and the wet heat of their mouths sends a shudder through your spine.

Your breath hitches, a gasp slipping from your lips as their tongues work in sync, licking away every last trace of the treat. Fingers dig into their hair, gripping, guiding—your eyes fluttering shut, rolling back as waves of pleasure ripple through your body.

They’re not just indulging in dessert.

They’re feasting.

Jimin, lost in the moment, accidentally bites down a little too hard on your nipple out of habit. The sharp sensation makes you gasp, and he immediately pulls back, eyes wide with regret.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says quickly, his lips parting as if he wants to soothe the sting with soft kisses.

You tilt his chin up with a single finger, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Careful, baby,” you tease, trailing your nails down his chest. “I’d hate to have to punish you for something so eager.”

His breath hitches, but he nods in understanding, waiting for your next move.

With that, you grab one of his favorite silk ties from the collection you had set out earlier, the smooth fabric gliding between your fingers as you fold it into a blindfold. Wrapping it securely around his eyes, you take a moment to admire how his plump lips part slightly as he adjusts to the loss of sight.

He secretly loves having his senses heightened. With his vision stolen, every touch is intensified. You trail a feather tassel along his throat, teasing the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He shivers, his head tilting slightly, exposing more of his skin for you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” you murmur, watching the way his body tenses under your control.

He nods, swallowing hard, his anticipation thickening the air between you.

Satisfied, you shift lower, enclosing your warm, damp mouth around his length. The sudden heat makes his hips jerk, and you hum in approval, suctioning around him while your hand tightens around the base. His breath comes out in sharp, uneven pants, hands curling into fists at his sides.

Coming up for air, you lick your lips and reach for the next delicious indulgence, something meant to be savored.

The melted ice cream glides from the spoon in a slow, tantalizing drizzle, spilling across his lower abs. The cold shocks his overheated skin, and he sucks in a sharp breath at the contrast. His cock twitches in your grip, responding involuntarily to the mixture of sensations, the edge of pleasure just out of reach.

“Poor baby,” you coo, dragging your tongue over the sweet mess. “How did that get here?”

You drag your tongue in a slow, deliberate line across his navel, cleaning up the last remnants of the melted drizzle. The taste of cream lingers on your lips as you straighten up, now towering over his seated figure.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Jimin obeys without hesitation and extends his tongue, awaiting whatever you have planned. You scoop up a spoonful of the softened ice cream and let it drop onto his waiting tongue. He hums, but before he can fully savor it, you take a bite yourself.

Leaning in, you press your lips against his, parting them effortlessly as you spit the sweet, half-melted treat into his mouth.

“Swallow.”

You watch with twisted satisfaction as his Adam’s apple bobs, his throat working to obey your command. He lets out a shaky exhale once it’s down, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Alright,” you grin, stepping back pleased, “You’ve both been behaving very well.” You untie Jimin’s blindfold, his lashes fluttering as he adjusts to the light, before climbing onto the bed next to Jungkook, who is already pumping his throbbing length with impatient strokes.

“It’s both of your turn to have me however you want.”

They exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them in a way that makes your stomach tighten with anticipation.

Jungkook moves first, rolling you onto your stomach before effortlessly hiking you up onto your hands and knees. His strong hands grip your hips, positioning you exactly how he wants you. Behind you, he kneels between your legs, his thick cock pressing teasingly against your entrance.

Jimin moves to the other side of the bed, standing in front of you, his length bobbing in front of your parted lips. He strokes himself slowly, watching you with hunger.

Jungkook hesitates for a second, glancing up at Jimin, who gives him a small nod of encouragement. That’s all he needs. With one swift motion, he pushes his cock deep into your slick heat, filling you to the hilt.

A deep moan escapes you, but it’s quickly muffled as Jimin presses his flushed tip against your lips. You eagerly take him in, your mouth stretching around his thickness as he groans in pleasure.

Jimin’s frilly maid dress tickles your face with every thrust, the delicate lace too proper for the filthy scene unfolding.

Jungkook’s grip tightens on your hips, his arm veins straining as he pounds into your dangerously addictive cunt, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.

Between them, you’re completely at their mercy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jimin stretches your jaw wide, pushing deeper until your throat tightens around him, triggering an involuntary gag. His husky moan sends shivers down your spine as your teary eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission.

Behind you, Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightens as he buries himself deeper inside your wet heat, drawing ragged breaths from both of you.

They’re both getting closer—too close.

With a wicked smirk, you pull away from Jimin’s cock, a thin string of saliva still connecting you as you take a deep breath. “Time to switch.”

Jimin barely has time to register your words before you press against his chest, pushing him down onto the mattress. His body melts into the sheets, chest rising and falling as you swing a leg over his hips and sink down onto his length in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tilting back as he disappears inside your tight warmth.

Your fingers wrap delicately around his throat, it’s just enough pressure to remind him who’s in charge. His hazy, lust-blown eyes lock onto yours, completely at your mercy as you ride him, rolling your hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has him clawing at the sheets.

Jungkook isn’t far behind, pressing his solid frame against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “You love making us suffer, don’t you?” His words send a delicious shudder through you, and you reach behind to wrap your fingers around his neglected cock, pumping him lazily while keeping your pace on Jimin agonizingly slow.

Their breathing grows erratic, their bodies trembling beneath your touch. You know they’re both close again, teetering on the edge. But you’re not done tormenting them just yet.

Without warning, you release Jungkook from your grip and lift yourself off Jimin, leaving them both empty and desperate. Again.

“No. Fuck,” Jimin breathes, frustration laced in his voice. He stands up to follow you back toward the dresser, trying to drag you back to the bed. “You’re insane.”

You cock your head, unimpressed with his choice of words. “That’s not the right way to address me, is it?”

Jimin’s lips part, an apology forming, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees what’s now in your hand. His pupils dilate as you flick open the bottle of lube, letting the cool liquid drizzle onto the metal tip of the plug.

“Do you trust me?” you ask, voice softer now.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation before he nods. “Always.”

“Then bend over for me, beautiful.”

Jimin hesitantly hikes up his frilly maid dress, exposing his flawless skin as he leans against the bed for support. His breath hitches as you trail your fingers down the elegant curve of his spine, reveling in the way his body shivers under your touch. Pressing the chilled plug against his tight entrance, you smirk at the sharp inhale he takes, his muscles instinctively clenching at the new sensation.

“Take a deep breath and relax for me,” you whisper, your free hand smoothing over his lower back in reassurance.

Delicately, you guide the plug into place, his body lightly trembling with every small increment. A sharp gasp slips past his parted lips, followed by a shaky exhale as he adjusts to the stretch.

“That’s it,” you murmur, rubbing soothing circles over his hips. “Good boy.”

A scoff from behind you makes your head snap toward Jungkook.“Don’t be a baby, dude,” he teases, his ink-covered arms crossed over his chest, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

You narrow your eyes, unamused. “The sass never ends, does it?”

Before he can retort, you grab a cherry from the tray and shove it into his insolent mouth, silencing him. He glares at you, cheeks puffed out as he chews. But you’re not done with him yet. Swiftly, you retrieve the nipple clamps you’d set aside earlier and, before he can protest, attach them to his already sensitive buds. His cock twitches violently, his smirk wiped clean as a strangled moan escapes his throat.

Satisfied, you turn your attention back to Jimin, who is now fully adjusted and watching you with dark, hooded eyes. He licks his lips, stepping forward to press his body against yours from behind. You arch into his touch as he guides his length to your dripping entrance, the blunt tip pressing insistently at your folds before he sinks in with a deep, unrestrained groan.

Jungkook watches intently, still seated at the edge of the bed, his thighs tense as he palms himself in frustration with the taste of cherries still on his tongue. But you’re not about to let him get off so easily. Reaching down, you press your vibrator beneath the head of his throbbing cock, holding it in place with a featherlight touch. His entire body jolts, and a deep, guttural moan rips from his chest.

“Stay still,” you warn him.

Jimin picks up the pace, his hands gripping your waist with bruising intensity as he fucks into you from behind, his thrusts growing more desperate.

The relentless pleasure building between you all is dizzying. Your vision blurs as the coil in your stomach snaps, waves of white-hot heat crashing over you. A wrecked cry spills from your lips, your entire body convulsing around Jimin’s cock.

Jungkook grits his teeth, his chest heaving. “Are you close?” he asks his friend, “I can’t hold back much longer.” Obeying your rule—they have to cum together.

“I’m there, I’m there,” Jimin shudders, his nails digging into your sides as he reaches his peak, his release spilling deep inside you with a choked moan.

Jungkook doesn’t last a second longer. His hips jerk violently, and with a hoarse groan, he spills across your face in thick, hot ropes, his body trembling from the intensity.

Jimin, still buried inside you, watches the scene before him with heavy-lidded admiration. He’s always loved a good creampie moment. With a wicked smirk, he reaches down, gathering his own release on his fingers before massaging it into your already messy, leaking folds.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

Jungkook, still panting, leans back on his elbows, his chest rising and falling in the aftermath of his release. His dark eyes, heavy with post-orgasm bliss, flicker between you and Jimin. Feeling a little bold, he lets out a breathless chuckle and admits to his best friend, “She always does.”

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danieyells · 6 days ago

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Omg catching ghost(water?) fish would probably be so much harder than catching goldfish even with those paper net things they give you. LOOK AT THE CAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT WANTS TO CATCH THEM TOO ;U; meanwhile Zenji looks a little put out. . .i guess because he can't play? Or maybe he's having a bad ghost feels day?

Subaru elegantly paddling you in a boat in Hotarubi's lake. . .part of me hopes we're dropping back by Ultio prison

And the top left frame. . .I mean 'something that disturbs neither Lyca nor Towa but terrifies Zenji' isn't much of a clue huh.

WE'RE SO CLOSE CHAT. . . .

#danie yells at tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker #towa otonashi #lyca colt #zenji kotodama #Subaru kagami #okay gotta get ready for work and leave /run

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eyebulb · 2 months ago

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It's funny sometimes to see a lot of the arguments against Stolitz being false perspectives that the characters themselves have.

Like.. For example.. That Stolas in some way manipulated Blitz into sex with the book he needed for his job.

That's what STOLAS believes. Not at first, but after Ozzie's he starts to question what kind of fucked up deal he got himself into and how cruel he must be towards Blitz.

It's not how Blitz sees it tho! He didn't mind the deal itself. The deal was a safety net for his complicated feelings. Yes he did need the book, but seeing the owl he likes having sex with and kinda might actually like even more than that was a bonus. But let's keep it strictly business so we don't involve complicated feelings here. Cus real feelings can hurt, but if it's business.. Well it's just business. He liked that business tho, so he freaks out when it's taken away.

Another one I see often is that Stolas was the one to make it all about sex at the point of their confrontation in The full moon.

And this is what Blitz saw. Sort of.. It's what Blitz told himself was the case.

The start of it is a messy business, and I stand firm in my belief that both are to blame for the deal being in place at all. Especially the sex part of it.

Stolas felt attraction towards Blitz from the start. He made a weird sex joke that he then abandoned in order to just talk to his oldest friend. Blitz however, don't really see them as friends per se and is there to steal the book, and hey "this guy is attracted to me, I can totally use that" he thinks and starts flirting.

Stolas experiences a gay panic and starts backing off but Blitz keeps going until eventually Stolas gives in and goes with it. Then follows a night of passionate fornication that changes Stolas' whole view on life and seems to also change something for Blitz, at least in regards to how he sees Stolas. They both liked the sex, but they have a slightly different view of the relationship that follows.

Blitz can't for several reasons fathom that Stolas could see Blitz in any other way than a sexual partner.. Whether that's cus of a fetish or whatever doesn't matter much. It's just not possible in his head that Stolas sees him in any other way.

In the beginning, Stolas feeds this unintentionally. By playfully calling him "little imp" and similar demeaning things (I don't count "impish little plaything" cus that was to feed into the roll of the scary demon royal in front of the humans. Like in mastermind).

Stolas seems to see their deal as a beginning of something more. He thinks they're on the same page and that there's something genuine there. It isn't until Ozzie's that he starts to realize what Blitz's interpretation is.

After that tho, Stolas changes his tactics. He looks to break the deal by getting the crystal and gives Blitz the choice of coming over instead of telling him to. In Oops, we also get a rant from Blitz about other ways Stolas has tried to show interest in him outside of sex. So come full moon, Stolas genuinely thinks that Blitz has gotten the hint but just can't see their relationship that way.

Blitz tho, can't get the hint cus he doesn't allow himself to. He refuses to believe in anything genuine and boils it down to a royal having their fun and playing with his feelings. Stolas is also not the most consistent person ever when he confronts things. If we read the texts in western energy we see a man scared shitless of confrontation that he keeps back paddling.. Which is the people pleaser's way and which makes it hard to interpret their genuine feelings. But he HAS tried to steer their relationship away from sex and into a more genuine connection.

So people claiming he's being hypocritical there misses the point in that he tried laying the groundwork for his confession in all of season 2. Seeing stars is the one time we see him flirt for real and I mean.. The guy is gay as hell.. Excuse him in his moment of weakness.

Blitz is blindsighted cus he convinced himself that every attempt Stolas made was fake. He needs to be backed into a corner with no excuses left in order to fully understand that Stolas is genuine. Which is why he comes back to fight in apology tour. He's still trying to get Stolas to "drop the mask" but.. Stolas doesn't have his mask on so obviously that doesn't happen.

So in conclusion.

Stolas didn't force Blitz into anything even tho Stolas himself believes it. Cus Blitz doesn't.

And Stolas didn't make it only about sex even tho Blitz believs it. Cus Stolas spent all of s2 trying to convince Blitz that there was more to his feelings than that and cut the sex part out of it completely.

#Stolitz #Helluva boss #Stolas #blitzø

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 1 year ago

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𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐏𝐭 𝟐

Pairing: Merman!Hyunjin x Human!fem!reader Genre: Angst kinda, Fluff🥰💖, Smut🔥❤️ Word Count: 4.7k Warnings: Blood, Chan is lowkey a dick, MURDER kinda, sex, p in v, cumming inside (use a protection >.>), possessive themes breeding kink, implied pregnancy it doesn't get a part tho i think thats it tell me if i missed anything.

A/N: Based on this TikTok someone save me from my imagination-

"The humans killed our ancestors, the pushed us far from the shores, our people died because of them."

"But why?" One of the merboys asked.

The class looked at him, small bubbles jetting behind the teacher from seashell horns on the coral wall. "Because they fear the unknown Hyunjin."

It was a while after classes he was moving on the current among the schools of fish, he saw the floaty. He moved for it confused. Why was a floaty this far from the shore. On the bobbing swan was a girl, she stared at him with wide eyes and he stared back. Her hands weren't webbed, she didn't have the fin like appendages jutting out behind her ears... but mostly, she didn't have a tail.

A HUMAN!? Hyunjin swam back slightly, fear prickling through him, the human tried paddling to the shore frantically, also afraid. His brows furrowed. Hesitantly, cautiously, he came above the water and tried forming the syllables he'd learned in class. "You swim no??"

The human girl looked at him. "You speak.."

Hyunjin made a face.

"Sorry. No, I can't swim." She laughed slightly. "What are you?"

Hyunjin tried to think of a word. "You caught... riptide." He pointed to the beach.

The human nodded.

"Catch current." He said, grabbing the floaty and pushing it rather quickly to the upcoming wave heading for the shore.

"Wait." The girl looked at him, her e/c eyes meeting luminescent sea green ones. "I'm y/n. What's your name?"

"Hyunjin." He said, pushing the floaty to the current.

The human grabbed his hand, he froze in fear. But she put something in his hand as the current swept her off. Looking down at it, he smiled slightly at a little moon charm.

Minho was poking Hyunjin's head in class. "Hey bubble maker. I'm bored."

"Class isn't over yet." Hyunjin sighed, fiddling with the moon shaped charm that floated around his neck.

"Sneak out with me." The merman behind him poked him again.

Hyunjin turned to Minho. "What do you take me for?"

"Come on." Minho smiled, the fin appendages behind his ears shifting, the scales that lined them shimmering a deep blue color in the light. "Chan and Yongbok must have already left class too. We can get the others."

"FINE" Hyunjin gave an exasperated huff, swishing his glittery green tail, pushing at the sand floor, startling a small squid.

Minho smiled, asking the instructor if he could use the restroom, a few minutes later Hyunjin asked to also go, and the two didn't return.

Meeting up with their friends, Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Yongbok, Seungmin, and Jeongin, the group swam out of the coral area and surfaced looking around. The sun was setting and sparkled against the water, lapping gently around them.

"Woah..." Jeongin, the youngest marveled, eyes glued to the shore. "How do humans build things like that?" He pointed past the sand to the tall structures.

Chan shrugged, "Last time I was on land, someone said there's a lot of math involved."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath.

The rest looked at him, he was pointing frantically at something. A boat, not just any, but a boat with nets coming from it.

Hyunjin grit his teeth, "Isn't illegal to fish here?"

"It is." Jisung's eyes narrowed.

Chan looked at Changbin nodding. Before the rest could say something, both mermen swam full speed for the boat, slashing the nets and emerging from the water. Hyunjin watched as the people on the boat fell back into the water in fear. Chan dove again and even if it was far away, the scent of human blood reached Hyunjin's nostrils as he watched Changbin flip the boat.

"Disgusting scum." Yongbok spat, before swimming under.

Jisung pursed his lips before diving under as well, the others followed. As Hyunjin watched the boat capsizing he turned to the shore and his eyes widened at the sight of a human dressed similar to the others swimming and flailing frantically.

Chan came next to him, "Don't let him get far."

Hyunjin's ear appendages flared. He swam quickly, claws emerging from his webbed fingers as he closed in on the screaming human. The metallic scent filled his nose as he slashed the human's throat and let the current float the body to the beach.

You cringed as your boss slapped folder on your desk. "Another?"

"This one was a bit better than the last 4." The man huffed. "Guy we found on shore got out easy. Whoever or whatever killed him did it quick."

You made a face, squeezing the sun charm that hung around your neck. "I'll look into it, might have to stake out."

He nodded. "I could assign you a squad."

"If whatever or whoever did this sees a squad of men, it surely won't act."

"It's for your safety."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

Your boss smiled and patted the report. "Get to it."

You flipped through the report, looking at the images and the boat, the claw like marks on the fishermen's chests. You huffed, deciding to go to the forensics lab see what they had to say. When you saw the bodies all the forensic analyst and pathologist could say was that the wounds were ridged as if the blade used was jagged, not uniformly.

"Though, y/n." The forensic analyst pulled you aside to two microscopes. "Have you ever seen something like this?"

You looked into the microscope, there was a keratin like material under the first, similar to human hair but glittering.

"What is it?" you asked.

"A fraction of a scale from something...?" The forensic analyst sighed. "But look at this." She motioned to the other microscope.

Looking through it you saw a cell. "What about it?"

She grabbed you and shook you. "It's blue."

You shrugged.

"Y/N.. I didn't stain that sample."

Your eyes widened and you looked at the skin cell again. It was blue...

"I'm going on a stake out tonight." You said determined.

The pathologist and the forensic analyst looked at you a little scared.

"But-" the pathologist started.

"No!" You crossed your arms. "I'm going to figure this out."

You left the room before they could stop you.

Hyunjin probably shouldn't have but the moonlight looked so alluring through the water. The merman swam to the surface and hummed softly as he took in the moon, full and bright, the sky clear, his right ear fin twitched and he sucked in a breath. Boat...

His eyes narrowed as he tried to identify what type of boat. The nets flew and Hyunjin's gills flared, humans didn't ever learn. He dove under and swam toward the ship, claws out.

"There's something out there!" A man shouted.

Hyunjin burst from the water to slash at the man but his eyes widened as he saw a pair of eyes he hadn't seen in years. He pushed against the boat and dove again, swimming away as fast as he could.. He grabbed the moon charm around his neck and remembered, the human girl who got swept away by the riptide. She... He cursed at himself for not flipping the boat and getting it over with.

"I'm not crazy!" You shouted. "I saw a merman!"

"You've been saying that for the past two months." Your fellow investigator sighed. "Sure more fishermen have died but there's nothing to prove that you saw merpeople."

"Just go home and rest, Y/N, you look crazy." the receptionist quipped.

"Listen kid. You're barely out of high school trying to play investigator." The captain of your department patted your head. "Go home and rest. Let the professionals do their jobs."

You groaned in exasperation and walked to your office, sitting in the spinning chair, you knew you'd seen it, you'd seen it before. It- no.. he had your moon charm, you put your head in your hands and stared at the case report. Could there be others? You noticed it as you scanned the victims, the boats.. You grabbed the phone and dialed the natural resource reserve department.

"Hello. Natural resource reserve department this is Kady speaking."

"Hi I'd like to know if Sta Beach and the surrounding area is protected from fishing for commercial and personal use." You said to the woman on the other end of the line.

"Sta Beach?"

"Yes, ma'am."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before you heard rapid typing. "Yes it is illegal to fish for any reason in that area."

You nodded. "Thank you." Hanging up the phone you stared at the pictures again. The fishermen were fishing illegally.. so...

You remembered how that blonde haired merman flew out of the water, claws out but froze as he saw you. THE MERPEOPLE KILL PEOPLE WHO HURT THE FISH! You stood and slapped the case folder closed. You grabbed your phone and carkey, dialing your boss's number as you left the station.

"Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning-"

"I know what's going on. I'm going to fix it myself."

"L/N-"

"It was a pleasure working with you chief."

"L/N IF YOU GO OUT THERE! I SWEAR I'LL-"

You hung up the phone and got into your car, staring the engine and driving to the beach again, as you came to the parking, you put your car into park awkwardly across three spaces and ran for the shore.

You watched as gentle waves crashed against the rocks and sand, removing your shoes, you ran to the water. The moon reflecting off it, stars glittering. You stared out for a moment, noticing a ripple in the water, a head surfaced, fin like appendages behind its ears, it shook its dark hair as another head emerged, then another. You held your breath as five more heads appeared and scanned the water, the first turned and locked eyes with you. Your eyes widened as it dove under the surface, the other heads turned.

You saw those sea green eyes again and you knew.. "Hyunjin..."

Hyunjin shouted, "Chan WAIT!" before diving after the first.

Your eyes widened as the first merman, Chan you assumed, burst out of the water claws bared. You scrambled back deeper into land and it landed, tail dissipating into two legs. You shrieked as he jumped for you. Someone caught him and dragged him to the sand. Hyunjin.

"She saw us!" Chan snapped, easily slamming Hyunjin into the sand.

"She's seen me before!" Hyunjin grabbed Chan's hands. "She won't say anything!"

Chan stared at you. The other mermen came to the shore and changed, they looked human, only their eyes having unnatural luminescence.

One of the men, hair purple and eyes pale white stared intensely at your chest.

You bristled, "It's rude to stare at a woman's chest y'know." You said.

"I wasn't staring at that." he walked forward and Hyunjin jumped off Chan but the purple haired man was faster, grabbing your sun charm and pulling close for inspection. "Hyunjin." he turned to the green eyed man. "Is this here you got that from?" he pointed to Hyunjin's necklace.

Chan stood, eyes narrowed. "She's the human?" He rubbed his face, claws retreating. "Why are you here?"

"I'm investigating why the fishermen died. I guess.." You looked at the men. "I have my answer."

Hyunjin looked at you. "You should go back."

"Why-" You started, but the sound of a siren made you turn.

A few of the men dove back into the water when they heard it, the purple haired man looked at Chan. "What if she says something?"

Chan looked at Hyunjin.

The lights from the police cruisers came closer and one pulled around the corner, a head sticking out the passenger window, gun drawn. Before you could react, Chan grabbed you and threw you into the water, you almost screamed, flailing around since you couldn't swim but Hyunjin grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he pushed you deeper beneath the surface. You choked as water invaded your mouth but he put something on your tongue and closed it. To save yourself from choking of the sea water you swallowed and covered your mouth.

The purple haired man tilted his head at you. "Speak."

"Huh-" You grabbed your throat, realizing you were breathing. You looked at them, Hyunjin's legs had become a green tail, Chan's a dark blue one and the purple haired merman now had a funny purple and green tail.

Hyunjin smiled and Chan still gave you an incredulous look. "Minho. Make sure they don't get away."

The purple haired man, Minho, nodded, shooting up to the surface.

"She can't stay." Chan huffed, swimming past Hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin looked at you.

"I thought I was crazy." You said.

"When I send you back you'll have to act crazy." he sighed.

"You can't send me back, they saw you guys drag me under-"

"Minho has it handled, you can return and say it was some kind of sea animal." Hyunjin looked at you. "Chan is right, you can't stay here."

"Says who!?" You snap.

"Do you realize I should've killed you when we met? You and I aren't supposed to even know each other! It's forbidden!" The appendages behind his ears flared angrily.

"Why is it forbidden? Ariel makes it work!"

Hyunjin made a face. "This isn't a fairytale. When human and merperson come together. People die. Why do you think we hide from your kind?" He shook his head. "When the sun rises, you're going back."

You stared at him. "Fine."

He swam after Chan, leaving you there.

If Hyunjin had ever eaten his words it would be years later. Blend in. Act human. Get the artifact and go.

So there Hyunjin was almost four years later, walking around a museum on land, dressed in a suit, carrying a "cellphone". He found the artifact relatively quickly, and admired the craftsmanship of his ancestors.

"Something peak your interest sir?"

He turned to the voice, eyes widening. You looked a little different from before, and if the human world was anything like under the sea, an investigator didn't often change carriers to a museum worker.

You looked up at him and bristled. Taking a step back and shaking your head. "Enjoy the exhibit."

Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak but you had already turned on your heel to walk away. He reached for you but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked at Jisung who shook his head.

"Remember why we're here." he said.

Another museum worker came up to him and Jisung, she smiled and motioned the artifact. "According to native legend, almost 500 years ago this blade belonged to a merman, he fell for a human woman on the surface, and when they wedded in secret, the villagers took him for a monster who bewitched her and they took him away. The human woman told the other merpeople what had happened and hey came to get him back, the result was almost the deaths of nearly all the merpeople who lived on the coast, and when they did, the human woman killed herself with this blade. After the merman found out, he too killed himself."

Hyunjin hummed. It wasn't legend, it was fact. He looked at Jisung. "What an interesting story."

The woman nodded, "The museum is closing soon, please make your way out soon."

Jisung smiled, "Of course."

The men left the museum and Hyunjin grabbed the moon around his neck and breathed deeply. He did it for the best, so the past wouldn't repeat itself... he sent you home. But..

"Did you figure out anything?" Jeongin asked.

Hyunjin snapped out of his thoughts looking at him. "The museum is closing in an hour, we can get it then."

Minho nodded. "Kill the least amount of people as we can."

He nodded, thinking about how they would even get out of the city after they got the artifact.

When it was time to get the artifact, the lights in the museum were out, he could see just fine, sneaking in with Yongbok through a window at the back and making their way to the place he'd seen the artifact. Yongbok grabbed the glass and lifted it just enough for Hyunjin to reach his hand in and grab the handle of the dagger.

"How the hell did I know you'd come back here?"

Yongbok looked claws ready but his brows furrowed when he saw you. "Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin looked at you. "Let us pass."

"No." You huffed.

"Yongbok." Hyunjin handed him the dagger. "Get out of here."

"But-"

"Go."

The blonde haired man ran for it.

Hyunjin looked at you. "Why do you have to be everywhere?"

"I work here!" You snapped. "You're everywhere! Stealing that thing!"

"I'm following orders!" he shouted.

"Oh! Are you?! Kill me then! We can't know each other!" You bared your neck at him.

Hyunjin stared down at you. "No."

"Then what orders are you following Hyunjin?" You shoved him. "You let me live time and time again! What orders are you following?!"

"I can't kill you!"

"Why cant you?!"

"What reason do I have to kill you?!"

"Chan said it himself; I know your kind exists! I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

"You say that like you want me to kill you!"

"Maybe I do! I really thought we were friends! From that moment you pushed me back on the current when we were kids, I thought you were my friend Hyunjin!"

He looked away. "I can't."

"But you'll keep me alive." You gave a dry laugh.

"Of course I will!" He whipped around. "What type of moral code do you think I have?"

"You killed those fishermen no problem."

"They were hurting the fish."

You glared at him. "Take your artifact and go." You pulled off your sun charm and threw it at him. "If you see me, you don't know me."

You turned to leave but he grabbed you, pulling you back against his chest, his hair draping over your shoulder. "I just wish you'd understand.."

"I do." You said quietly, trying to pull away, but he held you there.

"No, you don't." He muttered.

"Make me understand." You reached up and touched his head gently, patting his hair.

He pulled away and turned you to face him. His luminescent sea green eyes locked on yours, and hesitantly, he leaned in, his plush, full lips centimeters from yours. And he kissed you gently, nose bumping yours before he turned your head, tongue prodding at your lips for entry. Your lips parted and he sighed softly at your taste, relishing in the feeling of being so close to you.

Then he pulled away, forehead pressed against yours. "I'll be back, I swear it..." He put the sun charm around your neck again and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Wait for me."

You'd gone back to school, deciding to major in marine biology, it had been almost a year since you'd seen Hyunjin. Still illegal fishermen and the occasional oil dumping people in boats were killed, it was on the news and in the paper. More likely than not it was the work of Hyunjin's friends.

You sat in your apartment bedroom, flipping through your assignment. Your roommate was out for tonight, so it was just you. You tapped your desk as you read through the textbook looking for an answer to a question. You bit the plastic cap of your pen out of frustration.

"Maybe humans want the turtles eating plastic because they're no better." A voice said. That voice was familiar. A voice that was nothing but hostile to you. Now it sounded so calm.

You jumped slightly in fear, turning to your bedroom door.

"Woah woah woah!" Chan laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you. Just thought you might want to see your special guest."

You practically flew from your chair. "Guest? Chan how did you get into my apartment- What guest?" You pushed past the dark haired man and your eyes widened at the sight of Hyunjin and the others, who fiddled with your toaster.

"OW!" A short, well built man jumped, blowing on his finger.

"Changbin!" A thin blonde haired man grabbed his hand and went to the sink. "This is why Chan never sent you to human world before."

The group hadn't noticed you yet.

"Uh-" A young man poked Hyunjin.

"What, Jeongin?" Hyunjin turned to him.

The young man, Jeongin, pointed at you.

Hyunjin looked, his lips parting slightly as he saw you.

"GUYS!" Chan shouted.

The other boys looked at him.

"Let's leave them..." He ushered them out of your apartment.

Changbin was still staring at his finger.

"Oh wait.." You grabbed a paper towel and got an ice cube before handing it to Changbin. "Hold it to your finger. Toaster burns are so scary" You teased.

The other men laughed as Chan finally got them out of your apartment.

You turned to look at Hyunjin.

He smiled at you. "You live alone?"

You shook your head no.

"Where's your roommate?" He asked, fiddling with the ice dispenser.

"She's not coming back until tomorrow evening.." You said.

Hyunjin nodded and hummed softly. "I guess I owe you an explanation."

"Chan needed the artifact to find the old merpeople palace. If he found it then... we could come to the surface when we wanted." He opened your fridge and took out a Tupperware of something, examining it before putting it back. "I didn't think we'd find it.. But we did... it looked so old. It was destroyed."

You stared at him. "We destroyed it all that time ago... Humans right?" You moved and sat on your couch.

He nodded, sitting beside you. "It was destroyed because a merman and a human woman were in love."

You looked at your hands. "Is that why Chan hated me?"

Hyunjin nodded. "He was scared the past would repeat itself."

Silence spanned for a moment and then he hugged to his chest.

"I missed you." He said softly.

"You don't even know that much about me.." you muttered.

"I'm here for a while." he said rubbing your shoulder. "I'll learn."

You huffed a small laugh. Looking up at him, you smiled slightly.

He smiled down at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead gently.

You sat up and leaned in, kissing him gently.

The tips of his ears turned turned red. You giggled at his flustered expression but he grabbed you, kissing you again. He hesitantly reached his arm around you, pulling you closer. His tongue pressed its way between your lips and you smiled, allowing him entry. He groaned softly and pulled you onto his lap.

You put your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip looking into his eyes. He smirked and kissed your neck, his hand splaying on the small of your back. He sucked a dark mark beside your jaw and you moaned softly, he hummed and moved lower, his hands moved under you shirt and lifted it over your head. He tossed it haphazardly, his lips meeting yours again as you tugged at his shirt.

"You could've just asked sweet girl." He pulled his short off and kissed you again, his hands moving behind you unclipping your bra, he tugged it off gently before his hands grabbed for your chest. You moaned and arched into him. He groaned softly as you began grinding against him.

He tugged at your pants and you lifted off his lap, he tugged it down as far as he could before he turned your legs in way where he could pull your pants and underwear off all at once. He smirked at you flustered expression.

You grabbed his crotch and he whined. "Not so cocky now huh?"

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, fondling your breasts as you fumbled to get his pants undone. When you finally got the zipper down, you pulled his pants and boxers just low enough to get out his cock. You stared at it for a moment.

"Y'know if I remember correctly, you said it was rude to stare a while back." Hyunjin teased.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him gently. "You're so dumb."

He laughed lightly and pulled you against him, rubbing his tip between your folds. "Are you ready?"

You looked into his beautiful eyes and nodded. He pulled you down and you moaned as your walls split around his manhood. He groaned when you throbbed around him, kissing your cheeks gently when you were fully sat on him. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to adjust to him.

He kissed your head gently and muttered. "Take your time."

You made a face and rocked against him gently.

Hyunjin gasped. You smiled. "Take your time." You mocked.

His eyes narrowed and his hands settled on your hips. "I guess you're good to go."

"Hyunjin-"

He lifted you slightly and brought you down on his cock hard. You squealed and he groaned. He repeated the motion again and again, "Why am I doing all the work here?" He moaned in your ear.

You huffed and pressed your hands against his chest for balance as you began riding him, one of his hands moved to hold your back while the other played with your right nipple as he sucked the left.

You moaned and gasped, "Hyunjin.."

"Huh?" He looked at you, his eyes half lidded, pupils blown wide. he huffed a small laugh. "Let me help you pretty girl." He flipped you over and pushed you into the couch, gripping your thighs as he fucked into you. "Fill you with my babies..."

Your pussy clenched.

"Oh you like that?" He moaned. "I'll fuck you full of my kids. This pussy is mine."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit the spongey area deep inside you. Hyunjin smirked and caged you in pushing your legs almost beside your head, pushing as deep into you as possible. You moaned loudly, loud enough you were scared you'd get a noise complaint from your neighbors. But you couldn't stop yourself as Hyunjin filled you again and again, reaching places you didn't even know was possible.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He asked, grunting softly.

You were too dazed to form a sentence but he grabbed your face and made you look straight at him.

"Answer me honey." He said lowly.

You nodded. "I'm going t-to cum."

He groaned and pressed his lips to yours, "Cum for me, sweet girl."

He rubbed your clit and you fell over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your pussy clenched and spasmed around Hyunjin's cock. He let out a strained moan, following close behind. he gripped your thighs tightly definitely leaving bruises before he finally relaxed.

Your eyes went wide as you heard the door to your apartment unlocking. "Girl, I'm back early, but you will not believe, I saw the finest guy ever downstairs, he said his name was Cha-" Your roommate came around the corner and froze. "There's no way I sit on that fucking couch, BURN IT. GET A ROOM DAMNIT Y/N!"

"Do you understand what you've done Hyunjin?" Chan turned to him, eyes worried. "You could be killed for for this.. Y/n COULD BE KILLED FOR THIS! This is a massive mistake."

Hyunjin looked at Chan for a moment, "It's not a mistake I'll regret in this life or the next."

Chan groaned and facepalmed.

You were driving to the beach, it'd been a bit since you'd gone to see him, most of the time he came to you.

"Mommy."

"Huh?" You looked at the child in the back of the car using the rearview mirror.

"What's Daddy like?"

Your eyes met the child's sea green ones and you smiled. "You'll love him."

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Round 3 - Mammalia - Sirenia

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our last order of afrotherian mammals is Sirenia, commonly referred to as “sea cows.” Sirenia comprises the families Dugongidae (“Dugong”) and Trichechidae (“manatees.”)

As the closest living relatives of elephants, Sirenians are large animals, growing between 2.5 and 4 metres (8.2 and 13.1 feet) long and weighing up to 1,500 kilograms (3,300 pounds). They are aquatic, with long fusiform bodies to reduce drag through the water and heavy bones that act as ballast to counteract the buoyancy of their blubber. Their forelimbs are paddle-like flippers which aid in turning and slowing. West Indian and African Manatees retain nails on their flippers while Amazonian Manatees and Dugongs lack them. Like those of cetaceans, their hind limbs are internal and vestigial. The Dugong’s tail fluke is notched and similar to those of dolphins, whereas the tail fluke of manatees are paddle-shaped. Their blubber layer is thin and sensitive to temperature fluctuations, which cause migrations when water temperatures dip too low. Sirenians are slow-moving, typically coasting at 8 kilometres per hour (5 mph), but they can reach 24 kilometres per hour (15 mph) in short bursts. They use their strong, prehensile lips to graze on seagrasses, consuming 10–15% of their body weight per day. They are mainly herbivorous, but have been known to also eat animals such as jellyfish, polychaete worms, bivalves, and even (dead) fish. Sirenians have poor eyesight but a good sense of smell, as well as highly sensitive whiskers, or vibrissae, which are not only used to sense things, but can be used to grasp and manipulate food. They typically inhabit warm, shallow, coastal waters, or rivers.

Despite being mostly solitary, sirenians congregate in small groups while females are in estrus. These groups usually include one female with multiple males, who fight for the right to mate with her, lunging at each other and sometimes leaving scars with their short tusks. Males leave after mating, taking no part in child-rearing. Sirenian gestation is 12 to 15 months long, and they usually give birth to just one calf. Sirenians invest considerable parental care into their young, lactating for 1 to 2 years and taking care of their calves for up to 7 years before having another, though they can reproduce once every 2-3 years. Sirenians reach sexual maturity between the ages of 3 and 18, depending on species. Females give birth only a few times during their lives.

Sirenians have been around since the Early Eocene, some 55.8 million years ago

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All three living manatee species as well as the dugong are listed as Vulnerable on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. They are vulnerable to extinction from habitat loss and other impacts related to human population growth and coastal development, such as boat strikes, net entanglement, plastic and debris in the water, and pollution run-off causing algal blooms. Climate change is also predicted to make winter months even colder, leading to increased instances of cold stress in manatees, and impacts on their seagrass diet. In some countries, sirenians are still poached for meat, and their calves are sometimes sold as pets on the black market.

The extinct Steller's Sea Cow (Hydrodamalis gigas) was the largest sirenian to have ever lived, reaching lengths of 10 metres (33 feet) and weights of 5 to 10 tonnes (5.5 to 11.0 short tons). This dugongid was described in 1741, and within 27 years of its discovery by Europeans, the slow-moving and easily-caught mammal was hunted to extinction for its meat, fat, and hide.

Dugongs (Dugong dugon) (image 3) are social, though they do not often gather together due to the inability of seagrass beds to support large populations. They are known to communicate with each other through chirps, whistles, barks, and other sounds that echo underwater. Different sounds have been observed with different amplitudes and frequencies, implying different purposes.

The oldest recorded Dugong lived to be 73.

A common belief found in the Philippines, and some parts of Malaysia, Indonesia, and Thailand, is that Dugongs were originally human or part-human (usually women), and that they cry when they are butchered or beached. Because of this, it is considered bad luck if a dugong is killed or accidentally dies in nets or fish corrals. Dugongs are predominantly not traditionally hunted for food in these regions and they remained plentiful until around the 1970s.

Sirenians are often cited as one of the animals that could have inspired the mermaids of legend. While they likely didn’t inspire the mythology itself (there are plenty of half-woman-half-something-else monsters in folklore; medieval sailors and artists didn’t need to see a vaguely-human-shaped swimming animal to come up with a fish-woman), some sailors may have confused manatees and dugongs for the mythological mermaids. One such sailor was Christopher Columbus, who unknowingly penned the first record of a manatee in North America when he recorded a sighting of “3 mermaids,” stating that mermaids were not as beautiful as they had been painted despite having somewhat human faces. In languages like Ilocano, Mapun, Yakan, Tausug, and Kadazan Dusun of the Philippines and Sabah, the name for Dugongs is a synonym for "mermaid". In Malay, they are sometimes referred to as perempoen laut ("woman of the sea") or putri duyong ("dugong princess").

Manatee vibrissae (whiskers) are so sensitive that they are able to perform active touch discrimination of textures. Manatees also use their vibrissae to navigate the turbid waterways of their environment. Research has indicated that they are able to use these vibrissae to detect hydrodynamic stimuli in the same way that fish use their lateral line system.

The Amazonian Manatee (Trichechus inunguis) (image 4) is the only sirenian that lives exclusively in a freshwater habitat. Amazonian Manatees make seasonal movements synchronized with the flood regime of the Amazon Basin. They are found in flooded forests and meadows during the flood season, grazing on plants that would otherwise be unavailable to them, after which they move to deeper waters.

The West Indian Manatee (Trichechus manatus) (image 1) was listed as endangered in the 1970s, when there were only several hundred left. In the decades since, significant conservation efforts have been made to protect the species, particularly from collisions with boats. In 2017, the United States changed the species to "vulnerable", thanks to a significant increase in population.

Over 20% of West Indian Manatee mortalities per year are a result of watercraft collisions. 96% of adult Florida Manatee (Trichechus manatus latirostris) carcasses have scars from a boat collision with some individuals showing signs of 10 or more boat strikes. Manatees respond to approaching vessels by orienting towards deeper waters and increasing their speed, but they are still frequently struck as they don't have the ability to swim very fast and, in shallow habitat, they often don't have anywhere to go to get out of the way. Over half of all watercraft deaths are caused by the impact trauma from the hull of a fast-speeding boat, whereas the remaining percentage is caused by the boat propeller. Watercraft can frequently avoid hitting manatees simply by reducing speed, allowing time for the manatee to escape out of range. Despite improvements in modeling and changes to local regulations, manatee mortalities from watercraft collisions continue to rise, with an all-time high of 137 recorded deaths in 2019.

Harmful algae blooms are an additional threat to manatees. “Red tide” is a common name for harmful algal blooms, deriving their distinctive color from pigmentation molecules in the algae, though harmful algal blooms can also be blue, green, or brown. The blooms produce brevetoxins which are potentially fatal to marine life. Most manatee deaths from red tide occur when manatees inhale the toxins, or ingest the toxins when consuming seagrass, their primary food source. They may also die of starvation when cloudy water leads to their primary source of food being unable to photosynthesize. Algal blooms are a result of an excess of nutrients being dumped or washed into the water, usually from agriculture run-off, sewage, and run-off from fertilized lawns and golf courses.

The African Manatee (Trichechus senegalensis) (image 2) is the only sirenian not known to vocalize.

African Manatees are the most omnivorous of all living sirenians, with around 50% of their lifetime diet being non-plant material. They will occasionally steal clams and fish from nets.

Among the Serer People, the African Manatee is viewed in the Creation Myth as guardian of the secrets of the future.

Some extinct sirenians, such as Pezosiren portelli and Prorastomus sirenoides, retained all four of their limbs, and lived semi-aquatic lifestyles akin to hippopotamuses.

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