#writing this is so embarrassing bc using words like thrust has me SCREAMING

[thewrothode-if]

Nsfw ask but speaking of best boy Raud’s scars, how would he react to a gentle, top mc that would kiss his scars and tell him he’s pretty while they’re going at it AND ofc aftercare 😫 (he deserves it)

I got distracted and wrote a whole scene that barely relates to this ask. My bad, y'all.

Raud is honestly a great bottom, and he enjoys it. He's a switch at heart because he loves you so much he would enjoy anything you offer him. But with a male MC, bottom is honestly his middle name.

Now a top MC that gives him the princess treatment? He's in love. He will try to say otherwise, of course. But we all know he loves it. Each gentle praise you sing his way has his heart leaping out of his chest. He is dead and has ascended to heaven.

Now, I hope you enjoy this scenario:

Sharp, desperate breaths escape his nose. The pain on his lip throbs. It’s dull and tastes of metal. His teeth sink deeper with each thrust that comes from behind. Your hands travel up the plains of his back, each dip and curve of his scars rough terrain your palms glide through. He feels the room is stuffy, the air filled with the smell of sweat and sex.

It feels mind-numbingly good, but that’s what scares him.

He feels you shift behind him, leaning forward until your chest kisses his back. The light pressure you hug him with is, in a way, comforting. But as if on instinct he spreads his knees and buries himself into the bed to escape your burning touch. He stiffens when you follow him, pressing closer until he has no where to run.

“Raud,” you whisper in his ear, the warm breath tickling his ear. “I want to hear you.”

He doesn’t reply. He refuses to. No one would want to hear the horrible sounds that come from his mouth. He bites down harder on his lip, wincing at the pain it brings. But pain is a familiar feeling—a feeling he deserves far more than pleasure.

“Raud,” he hears again. A soft hand slides to cup his jaw, guiding it to turn. He peeks with one eye. His heart leaps at the sight.

Your hair is disheveled, strands wildly tangled from when Raud gripped too hard. Some are stuck to your forehead, where sweat glistens under the gentle torch light. He follows one streak as it slowly trails down the side of your face, quickly distracted by your swollen lips. A kiss shared one too many times. It leaves your pretty reds raw and glossy. But he also notices the tightness, the furrow of your sweaty brow and the way your lips fall at the corners. His heart dips.

Are you mad at him?

“Do not hurt yourself.” Your thumb gently grazes his lips. He understands now. The look you adorn is one of worry—not anger. “Release yourself.”

He obeys the command like the mutt he is. You wipe the droplets of red from his bottom lip with your thumb, pulling back. He watches as you stare at the crimson drip down your hand. A look darkens your eyes, and you catch his gaze. When he tries to look away, you catch his jaw with your other hand.

“Watch me.”

You bring your thumb to your lips. Raud’s heart stills, his eyes widen. Your tongue peeks out and you lick the red, slowly—deliberately, as you keep your eyes trained on him. He tries to turn, but the tight hand on his jaw keeps his locked in place. Your tongue retracts, and he sees the apple in your throat bob. The red that remains is gone in seconds as you lick a long trail up your hand, letting no blood of his go to waste.

He gulps as you rest both hands on either side of his head. You loom over him, your eyes dark with desire—want.

“I want to hear you.” You thrust, rocking him gently as he gasps. “All of you, okay?”

He nods, because you command him. All of him. Even if all of him is ugly, vile, unsightly.

And like you can read his thoughts, you speak, “You are beautiful. And I want everything you can offer.”

He shuts his eyes as your hands squeeze his waist, nails digging into his skin. You pull out, only leaving a part of yourself inside.

“Now scream my name.”

[ghoulciifer]

hc: calling Bokuto, Kuroo, and Oikawa daddy for the first time.

tw: none

tags: nsfw, daddy kink, established relationships

note: so the person who requested this decided to go on anon after i reached out bc tumblr deleted the draft while i was working on it, but i want them to know that i loved writing this asdlfjfhshs thank you for blessing me with this prompt. as always, thank you for your support and my inbox is open ❥

» we all know bokuto’s got a size kink, so a daddy kink really isn’t that hard to believe

» but you didn’t know that! he’s a nervous boy when you two start getting intimate, he wants to sit down and have a talk about preferences but is too afraid it’ll make you uncomfortable since your sexual relationship is still pretty fresh what a sweet boy

» so of course you stumble upon his love for the term by complete chance

» bokuto’s got you pinned to the mattress, his strong arms folding your thighs to your chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt with fervor

» your breathy moans and slurred praises only spur him on, earning you a few grunts and moans of his own as he picks up his already brutal pace, all so he can hear more of your sweet noises

» this does the trick because you’re immediately screaming his name and gasping for air, holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself as he presses further, the new angle allowing your pussy to swallow him more

» somewhere in between your babbling it kinda just slips out

» “Ah-ha, fuck, Kou-... daddy, it feels so g-good...”

» man’s brain literally short circuits, like his eyes widen a little and his jaw drops

» once you feel his hips falter a bit you open your eyes to see his expression

» honestly you weren’t even aware that you said the word

» but when you finally realize you did, in fact, just call your boyfriend daddy, heat rushes to your face and embarrassment rises in the pit of your stomach

» bokuto is quick to regain his composure though and flashes you a toothy grin, brow quirked upward as a muscular arm moves to rest one of your legs against his shoulder, deepening the angle so his length is sheathed to the hilt inside you

» he then leans forward and sneaks a hand between your sweat ridden bodies to find your neglected bundle of nerves, mouth hovering over yours while his fingers work miracles

» this promptly earns a pleasured yelp from you and he doubles his efforts in filling you up once more

» “Babygirl, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you. Keep singin’ for daddy, yea?”

» i feel like this mf would hint at having a daddy kink after a while, also probably would be too nervous to bring it up bc he’s scared to make you uncomfortable

» so of course he’s gonna approach it with humor

» “Haha wouldn’t it be hot if you called me daddy? jk jk... unless?”

» you know, Kuroo things god he’s such a dork

» so eventually you do decide to indulge him, plus, you’ve kinda been waiting to do it too

» and when’s the best time to drop that on him? completely out of the blue, of course

» you were curled up into his side under a pile of blankets on the couch, kuroo’s arm swung over the back while watching some science documentary he swore you would like because it had animals in it

» but of course he was wrong and you found yourself bored out of your mind not long after the film started

» you tried so hard to pay attention, even using your boredom as an excuse to soak up all the cuddling time you were getting from your boyfriend, but that feeling didn’t last long, either

» “Babe... can we watch something else, please? This documentary’s too long and the guy’s voice is putting me to sleep.”

» “Come on, Y/N, it’s not that bad.”

» that’s the only response you get because his eyes are still glued to the TV, completely focused on the information splayed across the screen

» you groan quietly and cross your arms at the lack of attention. was this stupid documentary really more important than your sanity?

» suddenly the idea springs into the forefront of your mind and you can’t suppress the grin that tugs at your lips

» sitting up completely, you throw the blanket in your lap off to the side and pull your legs beneath you to sit on your knees beside him

» he shifts slightly to allow you more room to move but he doesn’t so much as spare a glance your way

» you scoot closer to him and rest one hand on his thigh, bringing the other to his chin so you can properly turn his head toward your waiting lips and whisper

» “Can we please watch something else, daddy?”

» kuroo has never moved so fast in his life

» he lurches forward to hit the off button on the remote before turning and pinning you against the sofa cushion, his mouth latching onto the soft skin at your throat

» you can feel his lips twitch into a sinister grin when you gasp at his already hard cock pressing into your inner thigh through the fabric of his sweats, and his fingertips find their way down to dig into your hips

» “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what you started...”

» oikawa seems like the kinda guy to have that intimacy talk before things start getting hot and heavy, just bc he wants to know what is and isn’t acceptable before putting you in such a vulnerable situation

» so you pretty much knew ab his daddy kink since you started having sex lol

» BUT you didn’t spring it on him just yet because he made it very clear that you don’t have to do anything he wants to, he wants to take it at your pace

» truthfully you were eager to indulge in that side of him but you wanted to wait a bit, so when you do finally surprise him it’ll be that much sweeter

» it’s a good while into your relationship, around the 8-9 month mark, before you just can’t hold it in anymore

» oikawa’s got you pulled onto his lap in the backseat of his car, you ride his length at an achingly slow pace and your cunt squeezes his twitching cock for all its worth with each roll of your hips

» his hands are bruising your thighs as he sucks harshly at the sensitive skin just at the juncture between your neck and collarbone, leaving his mark wherever he can in an attempt to satiate his need to devour you as soon as possible

» your own hands tangle their way into the (now) messy brunette locks atop his head and tug harshly whenever he tries to thrust his hips upward to sink deeper into you, earning a guttaral moan from him every time

» “Fuck, Y/N, I need you to go faster for me, baby.”

» he practically whimpers against your skin, trying to maintain the deep tenor of his voice but the way your pussy is clamping down on his cock so tight, so slowly makes his tone waiver

» you can’t help but grin at your achievements before deciding now is a good a time as ever, so you lean forward and whisper softly into his ear between each labored breath

» “Then make me, daddy.”

» you swore you felt his dick get impossibly harder inside you the second the words left your mouth

» his palms move up to put your hips into a vice grip before he’s slamming you down onto his cock, the head nudging harshly against your cervix and promptly knocking the wind out of you with a squeal

» he takes advantage of your open, gasping mouth and shoves his tongue into it before setting an absolutely brutal pace against your sopping wet core

» your nails are digging into his shoulders in a failed attempt to ground yourself but he’s already got you seeing stars, and as he leans back for air he’s got the most sinful smirk on his face

» “I’ve been waitin’ forever to hear you say that, princess. Daddy’s gonna fuck you nice n’ hard, now, don’t you worry.”

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[shorkbrian]

Fuck the context and the way you portrayed shinso in your brother fic of him was so hot. Can’t wait for him to become unhinged and not even care what his parents would think/if they’re home and just defile you whenever he wants bc he’s just that desperate

Prelude -  gonna call this mess “FaMiLy BoNdInG” and bruh trust me it’s a mess but I tried so enjoy k gbye

Pairing - Aizawa X Reader X Shinsou

Prompt - at the top and combined with these two!

Warnings - psuedo-incest, NSFW, non con, dubcon, all the cons. Step dad Aizawa and step bro Shinsou are a force to be reckoned with. Mentions of DP at the end.

Music - I listened to https://open.spotify.com/track/1xFfbxmfenEpn4WawGWXiA?si=OUFp4ANsSR-6V_H187Eblw while writing even though it has NO relation to the fic spsosfnjsdhgsslfdn dead

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking soda and scrolling mindlessly on your phone when your stepbrother had come up behind you, looping his arms over your shoulders as he leaned down.

“Hey girlie, what’re you doing?”

“Nothin’.” You shifted, moving so his mouth was away from your ear, squirming uncomfortably. 

There was a beat of silence, before Shinsou stood, his presence looming behind you like a harbinger of evil. “Come up to my room? I’m tired, wanna hold you.” You sighed, hunching your shoulders and curling in upon yourself. You knew it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a request that you could ignore or refuse. He was just giving you the illusion of having a choice. Well,  you did have a choice;  go with your brother willingly, or get dragged, risk him getting angry if you said you were feeling sick, get into a fight with the man that could pin you to the ground without breaking a sweat.

“Shinsou…. “

“C’mon.” He didn’t wait for you to figure out how to beg for him to leave you be, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet with ease. You went limp, what else could you do?

The purple-haired man reached under your skirt, a modest, knee-length thing, wrenching your panties down with one hand.  You squeezed your eyes shut when his hand brushed against your hip, when he eyed the panties clutched in his fist.

“Cute.”

Gross. 

Then he was tugging you along, headed towards his room. 

You were so tired.

Mind almost shutting down, you stumbled when the audible clanking of the garage door beginning to open could be heard.

Dad was home.

Wide eyed, you caught Shinsou’s equally-surprised gaze, the man in front of you tightening his grip on your arm. Without another word, his pace was quickened.  Aizawa wasn’t supposed to get home until midnight, was supposed to be working late at the office. 

Shinsou tugged you into his room, slammed the door shut,  pushed you onto the bed. He had a sense of urgency; he was stressed, thrown off by the sudden and unexpected arrival of your father. “Gotta be quiet now, don’t want dad to hear us, right?”

You nodded, dazed, exhausted. Nothing had happened yet and you were already retreating inside your mind, resigning yourself to whatever your older brother was going to do today. He had said he wanted to cuddle, but that usually meant lazy sex while he hugged you, kissing your neck and falling asleep after making the both of you cum.

Without any preamble, the man climbed onto the bed, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently guide you to lay back. Then he was scrabbling at your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you in nothing but your bralette and skirt. He kneeled between your legs, pulling your skirt up to mid thigh to give him more room to maneuver.

“Shinsou please don’t, dad’s-“

“Shhhh, just do what I say and you’ll be fine.”

Shinsou spat into his palm, the sound making you cringe as you thumbed at the soft blankets underneath you. He was unbuttoning his pants, shoving at his underwear until he could get his cock free. The man went quicker than usual as he slicked up his length with his spit, very much aware of the presence of someone else in the house. 

At this point, Shinsou really didn’t care.

He had been fucking you for so long, pulling you aside for a quickie when your parents ran to the store, taking his time when they went away for a weekend,  fucked you on the couch when they went out for date-night. Feeling particularly bold today, he barely thought to pause when your father had gotten home. Right now, he wanted to lay down with his little sister, fuck you until you fell asleep, and then cuddle with your pliant body. Dad home or not, he was determined.

Your skirt was pushed even further up your body, the material bunching at your waist so your stepbrother had unfettered access to your bare pussy. Clenching your eyes shut, you turned your head away as you felt Shinsou pull your hips into his lap so he could rub his cock against your folds. He hissed at the sensation, spitting into his hand again before reaching around his cock to smear his saliva onto your puffy slit, too impatient and hurried to properly prep you.

It was odd to see the purple haired man like this; usually he was very laid-back, slow and gathered in his movements. Right now he was rushing, pushing the tip of his cock slowly into your entrance when usually he would still be making you cry on his fingers. The stretch was immediate, almost burning, and your lungs tightened.

A hand reached up to cover your mouth, Shinsou’s thumb massaging your cheek as he hushed you. You grabbed onto his arm, not to pull him away (it would be useless, he was so much stronger than you), but to ground yourself,  able to do nothing but hold onto the man causing you pain.

The sound of dishes clattering down in the kitchen had Shinsou’s hips bucking forward suddenly, filling you up, pressing too far, too soon. He swore lowly, hand tightening around your mouth as you let out a pained noise.

His hips stilled, the hand not at your mouth petting soothingly at your hip in an imitation of comfort. Funny, you thought - you wouldn’t need comfort if your stupid step brother could manage to keep his dick in his pants.

As the seconds passed, both of you aware of Aizawa down in the kitchen, your muscles slowly relaxed. The stretch burned less, felt more manageable. Still, you were entirely unprepared when Shinsou drew his hips back before rutting into you.

You screeched, the sound muffled by his hand but undeniably loud.  Shinsou leaned over you, unwittingly pushing himself deeper as he tried to soothe you with his quiet “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

If you were able, you would scream that you weren’t. You weren’t okay, nothing was okay. Everything about this was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. The way his hips were twitching into you, the way he kissed your cheeks and thumbed away your tears. The pleasure that was sparking in your core, the fact that it was your stepbrother getting ready to pound you into the mattress.

He was thrusting smoothly now, cock drilling into you a a steady pace. You were getting wet, the slide easier and less painful, pleasure slowly filtering in. When Shinsou plucked at your clit, you squirmed, hips shamefully moving to meet his own. He started increasing the pace, breathing heavily as the two of you rocked together on the bed. Occasionally his bed creaked, the wood rubbing at the joints and squeaking. 

On one hand, you hoped dad didn’t hear. On the other, you wished he would -  that he’d come save you from his son.

You got a mockery of your wish.

“Kids?”  Aizawa was walking up the stairs, the third step that always creaked whenever someone tread on it announcing his ascent.

“Shit.” Shinsou breathed, pulling out of you, manhandling you quickly. He threw back the covers of his bed, shoved you down, settled behind you. He didn’t have to tell you to be good - the taboo, disgustingly wrong nature of what he had been doing was too embarrassing for you to reveal to your stepfather. Accusing his biological son of assaulting you? Raping you? Would dad even believe you? You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t.

Dad knocked as Shinsou pulled the covers up, covering your state of undress. You knew your bralette straps were still visible, and Shinsou still had his shirt on. It would probably just look like the two of you had been napping, but then again, it would still seem odd. Whenever your parents were home you stayed as far away from your brother as possible - you weren’t one to just go cuddle with him.

The door creaked open, and your dad peered in. You were so embarrassed, half-naked and utterly humiliated underneath the covers. You didn’t know what to feel or what to do, frozen in fear and indecision. 

“Hey dad, need something?” Shinsou rumbled from behind you, voice steady and monotoned.

Light eyes scanned the room, before settling on you and your brother. Aizawa gave you a confused glance, obviously not expecting you to be in here, before his eyes shifted to the man behind you. “Wanted to let you know I’m home. Mom won’t be back until late, do you two have any specific requests for dinner?”

Shinsou shifted closer to you, so close that you could feel his rapidly beating heart through the warm flesh of his chest.

“Nah, we’re fine with whatever.”

Aizawa nodded, giving you one more confused glance. Maybe he could tell something was up? You felt like you couldn’t breathe. As the dark-haired man turned, obviously moving to shut the door and head back down to the kitchen, Shinsou was pushing his cock into you, his heart trying to beat out of his chest against your back.

Before you could stop yourself, you were whimpering.

“Dad….”

Shinsou froze as Aizawa turned back, stepping further into the room. You were quiet, tears budding at the corners of your eyes.  You couldn’t make yourself utter another word, completely unsettled at the situation. What were you supposed to do? You wanted him to save you, but you didn’t know how to ask. Your stepfather was studying you, was waiting for you to say something more. His gaze was flickering between you tearful eyes, your bralette straps visible above the blanket, the position you and Shinsou were in. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

All three of you were silent, the moment seeming to stretch on forever. 

You were so tired.

Breaking the stillness, Aizawa took another step into the room, brows slowly drawing down as the realization dawned upon him.

“Shinsou.” HIs voice was low, he rolled his son’s name in his mouth quietly, almost hesitantly. “What the fuck is going on.”

Your brother’s cock was still inside you.

“I was tired. (Y/N)’s cuddling with me, she was telling me about a dog she saw-“ Aizawa snorted, arms crossing as he took another step towards the bed. “Nice try. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

Shinsou was silent behind you, his heart beating loud and fast against your back.  

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” His voice was softer as he asked you, throaty still - but softer.  The tears clouding your vision finally flooded, streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him. 

“Please… I....” You couldn’t formulate the words, mortification surrounding your body, Shinsou’s hand squeezing bruises into your hip. It was too much. You wished you had never existed,  that none of this had happened.

Unable to get an answer out of either of you, Aizawa strode forward, grabbed the covers, ripped them off the bed and dumped them in a heap.

You sobbed.

Both men were silent as you cried fat tears, embarrassed at being revealed, gratification at dad finally discovering the awfulness you had been subjected to these past few months.

Shinsou thrust his hips further into your warmth.

You choked, eyes snapping up to Aizawa. Shinsou was supposed to stop the second the two of were caught. He wasn’t supposed to keep going. Why wasn’t dad saying anything? Telling Shinsou to get off of you, get out of the house? Why wasn’t he calling the police? Why wasn’t he pulling your skirt down, trying to preserve your modesty?

The man was staring at the mess between your legs, Shinsou’s cock sliding in and out of you as you sobbed. Aizawa was breathing a bit heavier, his face, stance, demeanor no longer angry.

Dread filled your bones, settled like hot glue.

“Can you see how wet she is? She’s dripping.” Shinsou prodded, Aizawa frozen in place, mouth dry as he watched. “She’s always so warm inside, feels so nice.“

He was egging Aizawa on, seizing the moment and capturing his dad’s hesitance, manipulating it. You let out a whine as Shinsou’s pace picked up, cock beginning to hammer into your pussy. The purple haired man looped an arm underneath your thigh, hefting it into the air to allow Aizawa a better view.

“Doesn’t she sound so sweet? She tastes just as good, feels even better.” He was breathing heavily now, as he rutted into your warmth. Dropping your thigh, Shinsou reached for your clit, trapping the nub between his fingers and flicking at it. You cried out, your own hips squirming in indecisiveness , unable to choose between puling away or pushing back into the delicious sensation. It didn’t take much more to have you cumming.

Shinsou grunted as your walls squeezed around his cock, giving a few more frantic thrusts before he shot his load deep within your cunt, hips twitching as he worked through his own orgasm

You watched Aizawa sit down on the bed, close to your knees.

“How long?” He sounded strained. Shinsou shrugged, still panting.

Aizawa’s rough hand rested on your knee, his flat eyes closing as he paused. “Get up.”

The command wasn’t directed at you, but at your brother. Somehow, you didn’t think it would end up with your stepdad kicking his son out of the house.

Shinsou seemed to think the same as he pulled out, uncaring to the way you flinched as his cock dragged against your sensitive walls. He was silent as he shuffled to the end of the bed, tucking his dick back into his pants. 

Aizawa grabbed your ankle and in one smooth move, dragged you to him. You squeaked at the sudden movement, eyes wide as you watched Aizawa look you up and down. The front of his slacks were tented.

He pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest, turning so the both of you faced Shinsou who still stood at the foot of the bed.

“Does he make you feel good?” The older man’s stubble was scratchy against your cheek. You didn’t know where this was going, felt so lost and bad and sick.

  “Sometimes…”

It was impossible to lie. You knew if you did, Shinsou would cut in, tell his father how he made you cum everytime. How most of the time, you were screaming in pleasure before he would even take his pants off. 

Looking at the floor, you missed the look between father and son.

“He touch you here?” You gasped as a large hand grasped at your chest through your bralette. Aizawa’s hands were bigger than his son’s, rougher and more confident in their touch.

“Yes.”

“What about-“ tears streamed down your face as the hand slid further, over your tummy, over the fabric of your skit, down to your abused, sensitive cunt. “-Here?”

“Please stop, please.”

Aizawa didn’t answer, let his hand rest over the top of your pussy, feel his son’s cum slowly leaking out. “Shinsou, come here.”

The purple-haired man obeyed, stepping closer, falling to his knees at the edge of the bed when Aizawa motioned for him to do so.

“Clean up your sister.”

You weren’t too surprised. It shouldn’t have been hard to see where Shinsou had learned his nasty little tricks from. Still, it hurt your heart, struggling in your step-dad’s lap as he held you in place. 

Shinsou was smiling, leaning forward to shove his face in-between your thighs, chuckling when you yelped as he tongued over your hole. You used your hands to shove at his head, pull at his hair, but he caught them in his grip. They were pulled down by your sides, where Shinsou held them still.

“No, no! Stop! You can’t, no—dad!!” You were sobbing, pleading as Shinsou continued his assault on your cunt, licking out his own cum from your insides. Aizawa was holding your legs, keeping you spread-eagled and open.

“I’m not a good guy (Y/N), neither of us are.” His hardness was rubbing up against your back as you squirmed. “And from now on, you call me daddy.” “No! I won’t, let me go!” You thrashed, putting all your energy into loosing the iron grip holding your legs. Shinsou pulled back, licking his lips as he glanced up at his father.

“She was like this when I first had her. Mouthy little thing, still hasn’t learned proper manners.” He didn’t wait for Aizawa to respond, leaning back forward to continue slurping at your swollen lips.

“That’s alright, she’ll learn… I am a teacher after all.”

You wanted to vomit. You went limp, sobbing raggedly in Aizawa’s arms - completely demoralized and humiliated. There was no use fighting when Shinsou had been hurting you.  Now with two fully grown men focused on you? Forget about it.

Aizawa was quiet as Shinsou worked you up to an orgasm, the only sound besides your crying the wet, squishy lapping of Shinsou’s tongue suckling at your pussy. When he switched his focus to your clit, you wheezed, jolting in place as his tongue started laving over the little bud rapidly, quickly throwing you higher and higher and-

You wailed through your second orgasm, almost unable to breathe. 

Moments passed before you were able to calm yourself, ugly-crying and begging the two men to please, please leave you alone. Please leave, don’t touch you.

If you weren’t numb from your orgasm, you would feel sick.

“Shinsou, where’s your lube?”

Purple hair bounced as your brother cocked his head, still kneeling between your legs. “She doesn’t need lube, she’s soaking wet.”

“She’s gonna need it if we’re both going to fit.”

Neither man seemed to be able to hear your panicked pleas, too excited about prepping you to take both of them together.

What an awful attempt at family bonding.

[youngbloodlisk]

Kitten // Kim Younghoon

"Your dirty, slutty dream came true, babygirl."

- hard rough dom younghoon

- smut with no plot whatsoever

- thank you to my subconscious for giving me dreams about this

- and thank you 🌙 anon for giving me more and more ideas relating to this and coaxing me on with this whole scenario and getting me super needy and inspired to actually write this out. you're a real one

- "accidental" miniature voyeurism w jacob

- choking

- oral (fem rec)

- unprotected sex WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

- filthy

- degradation

- fluff near the end if you turn your head and squint

- usually i leave the first line before the cut, but since this one jumps right in with the smut i don't think i'm gonna leave the first line lmao

- the title is rlly just bc this is the first time i've properly used the pet name "kitten" in my writing lol

He presses on my back, arching it further, before returning his hand to my hip.

Younghoon is slamming his body against mine at a rapid pace, hitting extremely deep every time. With my back arched more, he can now reach even further inside me.

Explicits roll off my tongue and I press my face into the sheets to muffle my sounds. My hands are grabbing and clawing at the sheets like my life depends on it.

My his sweatshirt is still on my body, but bunched up. The only part of me that isn't exposed is my chest, a bit of my back, and my arms. Meanwhile, he's still fully clothed, with his pants just low enough to have his cock out.

He actually likes to use the excuse that he's self-conscious, but I know full well that he isn't insecure at all around me or any of the guys anymore. I can also just tell when he's lying. I think he doesn't wanna admit that he finds it super hot to fuck me with as many clothes left on as possible. I'm not gonna complain though. It is pretty hot.

My vision is starting to get blurry, and my body almost feels numb to my mind. All I can think about is how good he's making me feel.

He's mostly silent, letting out a few low grunts and growls, unless he's talking to me.

He digs his fingers into me, clearly starting to lose himself in the feeling.

My body jolts with each thrust from him, but only slightly, thanks to his ever-tightening grip on my hips.

I stare at the door, which is wide open, as I have been almost the entire time Younghoon's been drilling into me like this.

I've been waiting and waiting for someone to walk by and see way more than they bargained for.

I'm sure they've been avoiding walking this way though, as the sounds have definitely given away what's taking place.

My whining, my muffled moaning and screaming, his grunting, and skin against skin...

So, I'm not sure why Jacob ends up walking by the door... or why he stands there and watches for a moment, frozen, locking into my tear-filled eyes.

I struggle as I try to prop myself up on my elbows, trying to at least be in a position that wasn't so humiliating.

Younghoon is quick to notice this, and notice why I'm doing it.

"Your dirty, slutty dream came true, babygirl. Someone caught you." He says in the most condescending way possible before going even harder and faster (which I didn't think was even possible).

My arms go entirely weak and my face falls back onto the mattress with an embarrassing, involuntary cry of pleasure.

Jacob quickly realizes he's been watching, and turns to leave, but not before accidentally letting his smirk show.

"Did you notice how hard he was getting, kitten? I bet he's going to his room to jerk off thinking about you getting ruined like this..." I clench around Younghoon at his words. "Oh, you like that, you slut?" His hands leave my hips, one of them wrapping around my stomach and the other wrapping around my neck. He tightens both grips and pulls my body up to be as far against his as possible without pulling out.

Younghoon's sweet, yet (in this context) demonic voice whispers in my ear.

"I hope you always remember that you're only mine to ruin." He emphasizes words with hard thrusts. "You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, don't you, kitten?"

All I can force out of my mouth is mumblings and whispered moaning, my brain entirely going haywire as his hold on my neck tightens again and he thrusts up into me.

My legs feel like gelatin.

"I've got you speechless, huh?" He lets go of me, let's my almost limp body fall back onto the mattress before grabbing my hips again, and drills into me.

He's truly showing no mercy.

"Tell me, kitten... do you think Jacob would fuck you like this?"

"N...No-" I barely squeeze out.

"Who fucks you like this, huh? Say his name."

"Y-Younghoon..." It comes out like a whisper.

He digs his fingers into me again, on purpose this time.

"Say it loud, you slut. Who?"

"Younghoon!" It would have taken all of my energy to scream his name the way I did, but it didn't. He started to rub circles on my clit while still pounding into me, causing me to scream his name naturally.

I can feel his ego rise by the second.

He gives me no warning, besides his thrusts becoming jerky and inconsistent, before he coats my insides with his cum.

He pulls out once he's done and I whine, being so close to my own release and suddenly having nothing.

My hand reaches down to touch myself, but he grabs my wrist and pushes my arm away. Younghoon flips me over and within seconds has his mouth attached to my pussy.

I swear that we're gonna get a noise complaint because my hand is doing a really shitty job at covering my screams and moans as Younghoon licks and sucks on me, pulling me closer and closer to the orgasm of a lifetime.

My toes are curled tight and my chest rises and falls intensely.

He's told me a million times when he's being this rough that I'm not allowed to touch any of him without permission, so no matter how badly I wanna tug on his hair, I resist.

One hand holds tightly to the sheet while the other one covers my mouth.

Younghoon glances up at me and grabs my hand, pulling it away from my mouth and holding me by the wrist.

He stops just long enough to say:

"Be loud, kitten. I love hearing your voice."

His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard, finally allowing my orgasm to wash over my exhausted body hard, and I moan his name loudly.

There's no way that a single person in the house isn't aware of what's just happened.

He licks between my folds to help me come down from my high, careful to avoid my clit so he doesn't overstimulate me too much.

"Younghoon!" Sangyeon's voice yells from across the house. "Did you forget about the Love Revolution cast event tonight? Jihoon's outside with his car to pick you up!"

"Oh shit..." Younghoon's eyes go wide and he quickly starts taking off his casual clothes. "Tell him I'll be there in just a minute!"

I laugh when he falls over trying to pull his sweatpants off, and he remembers my presence. "Babygirl, I'm so sorry I have to just leave you like this." He rambles as he gets dressed in some nice clothes as fast as possible. "Don't go home, stay here tonight. I promise when I get back I'll cuddle you and give you kisses and talk to you as long as you want. I'm so sorry, I know it's just terrible of me to be that rough and then immediately leave you. You know I wanna be here to care for you-"

"Younghoon, shut up." I chuckle, sitting up on the bed. "I do know you wanna stay, but you have responsibilities. It's okay, really. I'll be here when you get back, baby. Just have a fun night with your cast-mates, okay?"

He finished tying his shoe and sighs, coming over to me and landing a sweet kiss on my lips. I can still taste myself on him.

"I love you." He says with the most thankful and gratitude, as if to imply a "what did I do to deserve you?".

"I love you, too."

"Kim Younghoon!" This time it's Jihoon's voice, clearly coming from the front door.

"Coming!"

Younghoon hurries out of the room and I notice he left so fast that his phone is still sitting the bedside table.

I grab it and follow after him, silently thanking this sweatshirt for being long enough to fully cover my bare body. My legs are still pretty much fully exposed, but as long as no one sees me walking around with my ass hanging out, that's fine by me.

"Younghoon! Phone." He turns and I toss his phone to him, which he catches swiftly.

"Thanks, baby. See you later."

"Have fun!"

I feel a few pairs of eyes on me and look around to notice Kevin, Chanhee, Sangyeon, and Jihoon all staring at my legs.

"Park Jihoon!" Younghoon mocks Jihoon's tone from before.

"S-Sorry!" Jihoon follows Younghoon out the door, but Younghoon quickly peeks his head back in before the door shuts.

"No one touches my girlfriend or they're dead, got it? But look at her all you want." He tosses me a teasing look and a wink, finally closing the door behind him.

[worldwidemochiguy]

jealousy (M) soft! yandere taehyung

Summary: After Taehyung spends too much time on his work and not enough time on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands... which leads into him taking you into his own hands (if yknow what i mean ;))))))

Warnings: Yandere themes, smut, spanking, light Dom/sub overtones, possessive behaviour,

Word Count: 2.5K

Authors note: this is my second time writing this bc i accidentally shut down my laptop the first time 🤡🤡 anyways... please like and reblog and even leave a comment? ahaha,, jus kidding... unless...?

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Taehyung has not eaten today. You know this because straight after waking up to him kissing his way down your stomach (and lower) he brought you breakfast in bed. He is a fantastic cook, and he knows all of your favourite meals by heart. Unluckily, you two seem to have entirely different palates, and the meal he brought you, though delicious to you, was something he would prefer not to eat. He reassured you he was fine with just watching your satisfaction of eating — making you blush deeply, which then led to a lazy morning make-out session in bed. 

You got so distracted that you both realised there was little time before you were supposed to be at work. Taehyung is the boss, of course, so it’s not like he would be disciplined for being late, but he likes to stay punctual, and you like to please him, so you got ready in record time. It was only once you were out of the door that you remembered Taehyung didn’t end up having breakfast. You brought it up with a cute pout on your face but he only cooed at you and reassured you he would have an extra-large lunch.

However, Taehyung has since been distracted with an important project — important enough that he hadn’t even checked on you in, like, two hours — and you don’t remember him taking the time to slip in a quick break to eat. It seems you have to take the matter into your own hands.

“Tae~” you whine, leaning against the doorway of your conjoined offices. He barely looks up from his laptop, which is displaying some kind of nonsensical graph, and you frown. “Tae!” Your voice is slightly more insistent this time, and he grunts in acknowledgement. A crease forms in between your eyebrows, a crease Taehyung would usually soothe away with a kiss, but obviously he’s too focused on stupid graphs right now to bother. But the crease ends up melting away as you smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. If he won’t give you his attention, then you guess you’ll have to take it by any means necessary. 

“I’m going to get some water.” You throw the words over your shoulder as you leave the office, and receive yet another grunt in response. Typical. He definitely deserves this, you think.

“Hoseok-oppa!” You call, loud enough that Taehyung should just about be able to hear it, and six heads shoot up at once, all carrying expressions of various levels of confusion. Hoseok, who’s desk is closest to Taehyung’s office, looks most confused of all. 

“Uh, y/n,” he starts, his gaze flicking nervously in between you and Taehyung’s office, which has a wall made of glass meaning that Taehyung can see everything that happens outside of his office. At least, that’s what you’re hoping for. “I really don’t think Taehyung would be happy with you-”

“It’s ok,” you murmur, and then throw in an obvious giggle. Hoseok’s bewildered face tilts up at you as you near his desk until you’re sitting on it, dangerously close to him, at least by Taehyung’s standards. “He’s too focused on his work. He hasn’t even eaten today. I’m pretty sure this will snap him out of it.” Hoseok’s eyes widen in understanding and amusement, and he leans forward as well to make it look like the two of you were almost trading secrets. 

“I see,” he speaks in a low tone, “You want his attention.” You nod, and he chuckles slightly, “Well, you’ve definitely got it.” 

Before you can ask what he means, your stomach lurches as you are grabbed and raised into the air. You panic for a second as you are thrown over a shoulder, but when you come face to face with an ass clad in Gucci Monaco suit trousers, you exhale in relief. It’s Taehyung come to collect you. 

“Get back to work.” He growls at Hoseok, and a shiver runs across your body, settling hot in your lower stomach. His hand rests on your ass possessively as he strides back into his office, and you are chased by the laughs and wolf-whistles of the rest of the boys, Hoseok included. 

He bypasses his office, heading straight to your section — which has no glass wall — and you smirk as you watch the still-open laptop being abandoned on his desk. The second you reach your room he tosses you onto the bed and takes a step back, watching you with dark eyes. You whine when you realise he doesn’t intend to immediately join you on the bed, laying yourself out to try and entice him. He curses in a low tone as he watches you open your legs, practically begging for him.

“Tae~” you moan, breath quickening as you writhe against the sheets.

“What do you want, baby?” His voice is deep and rough and you desperately want to hear it whispering your name as he thrusts into you.

“I want you,” you whine, and a corner of his lips tug up into a mean smirk.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” He questions, anger starting to leak into his words. “Are you sure?” He repeats, “Because it looked like you were pretty fucking cozy over there with Hoseok just now. Are you sure it’s not him that you want?” 

“No, no, no,” you whimper, sheets bunching around your fists as you clench them, “I don’t want… anyone else… just you.” He tilts his head.

“Then why did you feel the need to talk to anyone else, if I’m all you want?” His tone was mocking, belittling, and it frustrated you even as it made the tension coil even tighter in your gut, begging for a release.

“I just- I just-” You break off into a wail and a second later the mattress dips as he gets onto the bed, prowling up until he’s above you, his body weight pinning you down.

“What? You just what?” He growls, and you writhe underneath him until he pins your arms above your head. You arch up against him, and he bites his lip, obviously wanting to touch you but refusing. And he will continue to refuse until you justify your behaviour. 

“I wanted your attention!” You burst out, before slumping into the mattress. “You were focusing more on your work than you were on me.” Your downcast eyes tear up slightly, and you sniff. “I knew that if I made you jealous, you would come and get me. So I told Hoseok to help me, it’s not his fault really.” Shame joins the arousal curling in your gut, and you feel your cheeks flare up. Tae is still for a second, perfectly poised above you, and then-

“Baby wanted to make me jealous?” His purr reignites the shortly extinguished fire in your gut, and the way his grip tightens on your wrists only stokes the flames. “You should have just asked if you wanted my attention.”

“I did ask~” you whine pathetically as he runs his nose along the line of your jaw, “But you were focused on your stupid graph!” 

He pulls back for a second — in which you mourn the temporary loss of his body heat — and smiles apologetically at you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I would never put anything above you, it’s just a really important deadline I have to make.” He pulls back even more, straightening up as some of the possessiveness leaks from his posture, “Honestly, I should probably still be working on it now-”

“But, don’t you have to show who owns me?” You blurt desperately, and he smirks before his body is back on you, sucking bruises on top of the ones he left this morning on your neck — which you had displayed with pride, to Taehyung’s immense satisfaction — and using one hand to map the line of your waist. 

“You know who owns you, baby.” His hand enclosed around your wrists yanks them higher, forcing you to arch your back even more into him, “But maybe you need a reminder, hmm?”

“Yes,” you pant, “yes, yes, please.” 

“How many spanks do you think you deserve?” He mutters into your collarbone, and your hips buck up fruitlessly — he draws away slightly with a smug, mocking smirk. 

“H-However many you want to give me.” You stutter breathlessly, and he lifts one eyebrow.

“Well, you were certainly a naughty girl.” He chews on his lip looking down at you, as if deep in thought. “I think five spanks will remind you who you belong to, right, baby girl?” He asks, and you nod frantically, already turning on your front and getting on your hands and knees for him. 

He growls in appreciation as he runs a possessive hand over your ass, thrust up in the air just for him, and you mewl, your face pressing into the pillow which will hopefully stifle your embarrassing moans. He flips your skirt up to reveal the baby-blue lace panties you slipped on that morning. His finger dips down briefly to run over the damp spot where your arousal has leaked through, and you feel him press his forehead against your thigh for a second and groan, inhaling deeply, before straightening up again. 

“The things you do to me, baby-” he mutters, before remembering himself. He yanks down your panties abruptly, and then tears them off you rather than tugging them off your legs.

“I’ll buy you another pair.” He promises, before — without warning — striking your left cheek, hard. 

You release a sharp cry into the pillow, and his large hand runs over the already-bruising cheek in satisfaction. 

“Gonna look so pretty, baby.” He coos, completely at odds with his violent actions, “Gonna look so pretty all marked up, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He continues with another strike on the right cheek this time, and the waves of pain ebb into pleasure so maddeningly, and you don’t have any thoughts in your head apart from Taehyung and fuck and more. 

You’re pretty sure you scream all of these words into the pillow, and he laughs from where he’s kneeling on the bed behind you, the perfect position for him to just slip into your tight heat and start pounding. But, at the same time, you’re desperate for more of this heady mixture of pleasure and pain. And, just like always, Taehyung gives you exactly what you need.

He spanks you again, hitting directly on top of a previous bruise and you bite your lip almost hard enough to break the skin, stifling your moan. Suddenly, your head is yanked back, Taehyung’s fist curled tightly in your hair as he smirks down at you.

“Don’t try to be quiet, baby, I know how much you love this.” He commands and you moan wantonly, despite the blush painted across your cheeks betraying your shame.

“Tae,” you whine, “Tae, please-”

“ ‘Please’ what?” He mocks you degradingly, and you wish it didn’t arouse you even more.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Not before you’ve completed your punishment.” He states, before giving your hair another sharp tug. “I know you want this, you asked for it. Now say ‘thank you’, baby.” The request- no, command is punctuated by another pull of your hair and your back arches, before you moan again, your voice breaking slightly.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” You sob, and he rewards you with another slap. 

“Well done, baby.” He praises, a loving expression coming over his face, “You’re doing so well, only one left to go.” You prepare yourself for it, calming your uneven breaths before nodding slightly. The last slap — and it’s the hardest one yet — lands directly above your entrance. 

You collapse into the mattress, moaning loudly, and Taehyung wastes no time yanking your hips back and slamming into you. You spasm around him, at the sudden stretch required around his girth and — to your horror — you realise you can’t control the heat rising up in your core and overtaking you. 

You climax on his cock before he even starts to fuck you properly and all you can do is sob into your pillow. Taehyung is merciless, pulling you up until your back is pressed against his chest and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. Your intense release finally abates and you go boneless in Taehyung’s arms, trusting him to hold you up. Behind you, Taehyung is incredulous, a shocked expression which you can’t see on his face.

“Did you just-” he starts and you groan, both from embarrassment and because he just hardened even more inside you, “Did you come just as I thrust in? Without me even touching you properly?” He knows the answer to that question, judging by the infinitely smug tone of his voice. And it turns out, he doesn’t need an answer, as he flips you over and pins you on your back to the mattress. 

He starts pounding into you, hard enough that the bed frame rattles against the wall, and all you can do is lie there and wail and take it. His fingers are still there, rubbing frantically against your clitoris, and you know he’s going to make you come again before finishing.

“So perfect,” He whispers into your neck, before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. “So pretty, tightening around my cock like that. So perfect for me, my princess.” His words sink into the haze of pleasure you are drowning in, and you stop caring about your pride, or how loud you are, and his name is a steady stream pouring out of your kiss-bitten lips. 

He gives two more hard thrusts and then you’re unravelling, faintly registering the warmth spilling inside you as he finishes, and then twists over and wraps you in his arms, bringing you to rest against his chest. You pant against his skin, letting your tongue slip out to taste his sweat, and he groans. 

“Baby,” you look up at him, and he runs a hand through your hair, pushing it back from your face. “You’re mine.” He states and you hum in agreement. “I don’t want to see you trying to make me jealous again, unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.”

“You call this suffering?” You laugh, and he joins you, the deep rumble in his chest soothing you into drowsiness. 

You drop your head to his chest and his hand continues carding through your hair, soothing the area he had tugged before.

“You are so precious to me, you know that?” His voice, hushed and low, is almost reverent, and you used to find it hard to believe anyone would ever love you like that, but you can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you found your perfect soulmate. 

“You’re precious to me, too, Tae. I couldn’t live without you.” You whisper, and he drops a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I know, baby. I know.” 

[aqvarius]

HLITF: This is not the Story of your First Night: Soma  - otona love - chapter 2 summary/translation

so i decided to spend the 700pt to buy all 6 chapters of this lol. my love for soma crosses all boundaries and languages and i decided i will get through this no matter how long it takes me. i find it kind of hard to translate sometimes because i have to figure out a lot of context re: pronouns/who’s doing what and also there’s a lot of like ‘vague’/euphemistic language when it comes to some of the more graphic bits haha. also i’m swapping into a primarily second person format because writing about “them” makes me feel weirdly voyeuristic (and somehow writing about “you” is less voyeuristic? makes no sense but i like it more lmao).

i’ve chosen to title this as “this is not the story of your first night” and have gone back and retitled the first chapter post which you can find here. 

i’m thinking of shortening it to “not your first night” but please let me know if there’s a less clunky title that would work.

anyway i’m going to put this under a cut because it is really image heavy! this is a looong chapter and i ended up taking a lot more screenshots because there were so many moments i wanted to showcase. 

click below to read my summary/translation of chapter 2!

soma: “i’ve been looking forward to this day with you”

anyway i just had to share how google decided to translate this next slide bc i’m screaming it’s so funny. 

this is the original slide, which i think is basically saying: smiling as he’s about to make me cum with his fingers, kyokan [the instructor] casually/nonchalantly puts on a condom (😲)

you think, “i was hoping that this day would come too”

((alskdjflsdj they are SO CUTE together))

anyway you get really nervous and there’s a heartbeat sfx which is so funny because there has been no music in this story but there’s suddenly this loud thumping noise. 

“with a whisper [of my name], kyokan slowly sinks himself onto me”

i think this means he’s lowering his weight onto you, sinking onto, rather than into - you at this point.

you moan his ‘name’ (kyokan/instructor) and in response he slowly but firmly spreads your legs and then sinks deeper onto you. 

“ah... instructor’s ..... is getting really hard”

he rubs against your entrance* and your heart is pounding again. also the heartbeat sfx comes back lol. 

*i don’t really know how to translate this part because it seems to be a really evasive way of talking about like “receiving parts” if i’m reading it correctly lol

“n-not there...!”

“his hard, hot tip touched my sensitive bead, my body trembled” 

soma: “does it feel good here?”

((of course it does!!!!!! you know it does!!!!))

you respond affirmatively, and he says:

“harder? or more gentle?”

kyokan you are SUCH A TEASE!! omg i can’t believe this is all happening on the very night he confesses ahhhh. no wonder everyone always says soma is good with women laskjdfla

he tells you not to lose energy this time lol. your sensitive parts are being stimulated and your breaths become shallow... his hot mass, coated in your nectar, slowly enters you. quietly, gently and caringly... he gradually goes deeper and deeper.

“aah... i can feel kyokan’s heat in the core of my body...”

soma: “does it hurt?” 

he is such a gentleman i’m swooning~

so anyway you say you’re okay so he says he’ll give you a little more (!!) can’t believe he’s saying that with that smile ugh my heart can’t take it.

you moan in response and in contrast to your soft voice, his cock [they call it his “that” lmao] powerfully pushes even deeper inside you. 

“sugoi.... it’s so deep....”  

i think that deep down we all knew this, but it’s official that soma is packing lol.

“finally, with the instructor... i’m one with my beloved instructor soma...”

“my heart is feeling as full as my body is feeling pleasure”

this is all so steamy but these two lines made me so emotional~~~ ((they’re so in love ahaslfkjsl my heart can’t take it)) i can’t quite yet figure out how to phrase that second line in as pretty of a way, but basically it’s saying that your heart is feeling full to the same extent as your body is feeling pleasure. 

you both moan each other’s names and you wrap your arms around his back and you’re being embraced, holding on tight to him, and he holds you tightly in return. feeling his pulsing heartbeat, you instinctively become happy. by the way there’s also this random rustling sheets sfx that sometimes pops up that i also find really funny. 

“the instructor’s thrusts gradually speed up to the rate of his heartbeat.”

you start moaning more and he asks:

soma: “too fast?”

you just respond in moans like “nn, ahh” lol, so he asks you again if it hurts, and then his movement slows because he’s worried that you haven’t answered him.

something that i’m learning about soma (as if i didn’t already know) is that he’s always checking in with you. in this case it’s because it’s your first time together but it’s something that he always seems to do and he loves teasing you so i wonder if in the later cases it’s more like light 言葉責め (verbal humiliation?) lol.

you respond no (that it doesn’t hurt) and he says

 soma: “sorry, i don’t mean to be rough-”

but you’re like “no!! don’t stop yet...!” ((she’s having such a good time lmao)) but you can’t say it so you just bite your lip and shake your head

soma: “so it’s like that, is it?”

he’s guessed what you mean and starts thrusting rhythmically again. his long hair sways with each movement of his hips, making your skin tingle even more.

you feel embarrassed that you want him so badly right from the start, but even though you’re embarrassed, you can’t escape the pleasure dominating your entire body. in fact, you want even more. you don’t want him to see your lustful face so you cover your face with your hands, but soma takes your hands and laces your fingers with his. 

soma: “show me the face you make when you feel me”

((!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can’t handle this, i had to take a short break bc my heart is about to explode)) 

you note that you’re still unaccustomed to this instructor who refers to himself as “俺”** in bed, and then once again he pushes deep into you. 

**俺 (ore) is a more informal/manly way of saying “I”. soma normally uses keigo/polite language when he talks so he tends to refer to himself with 私 (watashi) but when he’s in bed his speech pattern and language changes to be more aggressive/manly.

this is just soma panting/moaning but i love his blush sprite and i always include it wherever i can lol.

anyway, you have a glorious orgasm (which i was too lazy/noob to translate properly) and that concludes the flashback. ((also i'm probably wrong but i feel like the text implies that it’s her first, which means that sex with the ex hajime was... not that great lmao?))

the music comes back now as we return to the present which is nice haha. you reminisce that soma wasn’t as mean/teasing as he is now ((lmao!!!! i knew it)) and feel nostalgic thinking back to your first night. 

you were so embarrassed at him asking you all those questions, but that’s just soma’s kindness.... or so it should be. with that, you get out of bed, reminding yourself that soma is always kind, and go to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of last night ... 

anyway i thought that was the end of this chapter bc i’ve literally been sitting here translating for ages BUT IT’S NOT. 

kurosawa: “nooo~ S [sadism] is sugoi desu ne...!”

it’s jarring to go from super steamy and emotional reminiscing about your first time with soma to suddenly kurosawa lmao. i also finally figured out that the ‘present’ (i.e. not the flashback) is set after graduation when you are already working as a full fledged public safety detective. anyway he tells you that he went to an SM bar yesterday and he was blown away by how amazing S is. only then do you realise what he means by S. 

kurosawa says that the most amazing thing is that their kotobazeme (verbal abuse/humiliation) is no joke. 

i just want to interlude here and say that i wrote this entirely summary completely chronologically and never went back to add anything retroactively and yet i was already talking about soma’s kotobazeme ages ago (and how on their first night he was probably genuinely checking in to make sure she was okay but now probably does it to tease her). i know my man so well lol 

anyway, toru tries to give you an example of kotobazeme and gets all up close and is about to whisper in your ear and then ishigami is like “that’s enough”. 

ayumu: “any more than that and it’ll be sexual harassment” 

soma: “that’s right”

seeing my #1 and #2 faves together is giving me palpitations. 

luckily, kurosawa backs off but then he says that ishigami is good at it (verbal abuse) ... and so is shusuke... and goto... 

goto interrupts him and says “shut up” which immediately proves toru’s point lol. there’s some banter between goto and soma vs toru which i’m too tired to translate bc it’s 2am and i’ve been doing this for hours but anyway goto grabs him by the neck and drags him off. 

you’re left wondering if the public safety division are all like the S types you get in SM bars... and that includes “shusuke-san” too. you ruminate on the word “kotobazeme” and then the next line is maybe my favourite line in the entire chapter script:

“no way... do we naturally do SM play now?!” 

BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS TEASING HER AND EMBARRASSING HER VERBALLY IN BED!!!!! I KNEW IT LMAO AND IT’S ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS ABOUT SOMA 

just as you’re realising this, you feel a tap on the shoulder. smiling as you turn around, you get a chill down your spine as you are faced with a slightly chilly 菩薩顔 bosatsu face. i have no idea how to translate this lol it’s like a buddhist thing. i guess it would be that really like... serene face?

soma: “we’re not like that”

he whispers in your ear and..... that’s the end of chapter 2.

wow that was a RIDE. i really hope you enjoyed this super long and fangirly/low quality summary! i really loved this chapter because we get to see that first night where soma was so sweet and caring and loving (although still a bit of a tease), but also we know the theme of this story which is about soma’s verbal humiliation which i’m sure you all know i just adore. and we also get to see some of soma’s moves in bed haha. i’m hoping that in the future chapters we’re going to get some more kotobazeme from soma which i’m so excited for lfakjsdlk what kinds of dirty things is he going to say!! and more importantly, what kinds of embarrassing things is he going to make YOU say?

ANYWAY this took me hours to do this lol and it’s 3am now and i’m so excited to post this and get some sleep. please reblog/like if you enjoyed. furthermore, i’ve set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to summarise in english! there’s one where kazuomi from masquerade kiss watches you masturbating which i really want to read and summarise/translate if i have the time/energy. 

click here for chapter 3

[realexotrash]

Cabin // pt.5

A blessed image [(that is not mine, credit to its owner)]

Genre: Fluff, SMUT, LIKE BOI STRAIGHT TO SMUT

Warning: bro it’s a smut like cmon, but like this gets straight to the point if ya know what I mean.

Authors note: WUDDUP PALS. LOOK I KNOW YALL HAVE BEEN WAITING AND SOME OF YOU ARE PISSED but hear me out. I had to take a small break from writing because I was falling behind in school so that’s why this has taken a million friken years so I’m sorry. But hey at least it’s here!!! Btw this kind of gets straight to the spice bc I’ve been having some Baekhyun feels lately so....

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

“So...” he turns around to face you, “are you really in love with me?”

You almost choke “wh-what?” 

He takes out the now cooked spaghettios from the microwave and sets the plate in front of your place on the kitchen island. “I said, are you really in love with me.” He casually sits down next to you and spoons some spaghettios plopping a meatball into his mouth, “You said that ‘He’s so easy to fall in love with, especially when you’re his neighbor’  and we both kind of just brushed it off but now I want to know, are you actually in love with me?” 

You were frantically sweating, “I... I don’t know.” Your eyes were focused on your bowl, as if something interesting was floating around. 

He smiles and eats another meatball, “You totally are.”

“Nuh uh!” You throw a crumpled up napkin at him (it was the closest thing you could find to throw at him.)

“Uh huh!” he mocks your voice, still smiling.

“Hey that’s not fair! I was sleep talking okay? It’s like drunk talking, you don’t know what you’re saying.” You could literally feel the embarrassment tricking up your spine.

“Yeah but they’re sober thoughts.” He waves his spoon at you.

You look at him in frustration and go to stand.

His hand lays on your knee, “Baby I’m just teasing you.” The word ‘baby’ sending tingles up your spine. His hand rubs circles on your leg and you try to look not so affected as you continue your meal.

Around 6pm you and Baekhyun decide to take a walk by the lake, breaking you away from your casual “The Bold Type” tv binge you were on. 

The lake looked beautiful at this time of night, the sun was barely starting to go down so the clouds all had a tinge of pink and orange. The only people that were around were maybe a few kids still swimming and some teenagers hanging out on the opposite side.

“I swear it gets prettier every year.” You say, admiring the lake and the scenery around it.

Baekhyun was at your side, looking at the lake too. “Agreed.” 

As you make your way around the lake you pass by the small group of teenage boys, they were about your age, a group of maybe 5. You could audibly hear them going on about football, or maybe basketball? Sports like that have never been your thing.

“Hey beautiful.” You hear behind you. You turn around to see one of the guys staring right at you, unashamedly looking you up and down. He was tall, lanky, his features were attractive but never your type of guy. “Do you want to come and hang out with us?” He looks at Baekhyun and then back to you, “some real men who could show you a good time?” His friends start to laugh behind him.

Baekhyun grabs your hand and holds it tight. “Sorry she can’t.” He looks pissed.

“I wasn’t talking to you, midget.” There was an audible ‘oooh’ from behind him as he stared down at Baekhyun by like maybe an inch, and inch and a half max. “I was talking to the pretty lady.” 

���I’m not interested.” You finally speak up, squeezing Baekhyun’s hand to reassure him.

“Baby I could show you a good time.” The boy smirks.

You start walking away, still hand in hand with Baekhyun, before turning on your heel to face the cocky ass boy “I’m not your baby.” You say in the slickest tone. [The devil wears Prada is my shit sorry]. More ‘ooooooh’s’ come from his friends before you eventually hear a “Shut the fuck up.”

Baekhyun’s hand is gripping really tight onto yours, almost painfully tight as he basically drags you back to the cabin. “Who the fuck do those guys think they are?” He mumbles to himself, “hitting on my girl right in front of me.” You hear him say before you enter the house. 

The ‘my girl’ thing still kind of has you a little bit shook but you brush it aside, “Baekhyun, it’s okay.” You call after the angry boy dragging you into the bedroom.

He pushes you against the door, lips attacking your neck. “It’s not okay. You’re mine,” HOLY SHIT. “And they think they can just hit on you? Oh no no no.” His hands travel to your ass.

Turning you around, you walk backwards towards the bed before falling back onto the soft duvet, his lips still on your neck, leaving a purple mark for everyone to see. You let out a soft whimper as his lips roughly attached to your own, a smirk playing on his lips. Sucking and biting on your lower lip you moan, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands travel up and down the soft skin of your sides, slowly riding your shirt up till you eventually sit up to take it off along with your bra. 

“Baby.” Baekhyun impatiently sighs against your collarbone, fingers aching to pull of your shorts. You lift your hips, letting him pull down your shorts and panties in one go. His fingers quickly find way to your center, rubbing up and down “So wet for me,” he says with pride, his fingers starting to now rub figure eights into your clit. 

“Baekhyun” you gasp, forcing his shirt from his body before letting your hands run up and down his toned abdomen. 

Baekhyun sits back to remove his pants and shorts, his member slapping tall against his stomach. You go to touch but he pushes your hand away before you can, “Not today princess.” his fingers increasing in speed on your clit, before they’re gone. You whine and buck your hips up, trying to find some source of friction.

His lips curl into a smirk before he drags his cock up and down your slit, teasing your bud with his head. “Baekhyun please.” You pant, unable to catch your breath at the sensation. 

He slowly enters his tip before pulling all the way out again, teasing you. You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration before he does it again, earning him an impatient whimper. He enters you slowly, knowing that you’re probably still sore from earlier that day; which he was definitely right. You wrap your legs and your arms, keeping him to you. 

His hips draw back before slowly sinking into you, and then again. Your pain long forgotten as you move to meet his hips, edging him to go faster in which he complies, his hips snapping at a pace that has you gripping his hair tightly with moans uncontrollably slipping out of you.

“You like it when I fuck you this good?” He pants into your ear, “My cock pounding into your tight wet pussy?” His words sound so filthy, so unbelievably lustful in your ear, driving you closer to your edge. Fingers dance along your skin, groping everything he can to get both you and him to your highs. 

“Shit Baekhyun.” You practically scream as his cock brushes against that one spot, his fingers immediately coming to rub your sensitive bud. Your eyes squeeze shut as your first orgasm washes over you, his name and profanities spilling from your lips. 

He continues to thrust into you, a hand hooking under your right knee to lift it higher, hitting you deeper than you knew he could. 

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N!” You could feel him cum inside of you, bringing you to your second orgasm. His heavy panting and post- orgasm grunts gives you tingles all over your body, before he drops to the spot next to you.

He pulls you into his chest, “Are you okay?” His hands brushing your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, “Spectacular.” scooting even closer to him, “Does this mean we have to take another shower?”

He shakes his head, “Nooo, let’s take a nap hmm?“ His eyes already closing. You take up his offer and start to fall asleep as well.

You’re almost fully asleep, Baekhyun’s voice comes in almost a whisper above you.

“I love you too.”

Authors note: Okay okay I know this was kind of short and maybe a little shitty but I wanted to at least get something out to you guys after taking such a long break. Tell me what you guys would like to see in the next part tho!!! And don't forget to leave thoughts/ requests in my ask box! Thanks <3

PART 6 REAL SOON I PROMISE // TELL ME WHAT Y’ALL WANT TO SEE IN PART 6 BECAUSE IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE THE FINALE YET I HAVEN’T DECIDED.

[ravenvsfox]

Hili :) Can you write andreil 81 for the prompts please? Thank you <3

81: “You’re too good for this world.” okay.... I technically didn’t do this exact prompt, I took off the last word, I hope this suffices my friend, bc it’s actually:

“You’re too good for this.”

The problem with living in a fortress of knives and anonymity is that Neil can’t find him in it. And the problem with that is that a treacherous part of Andrew wants to be found, and touched, and dismantled blade by blade.

The problem with knives is that they won’t stop terrifying Neil, but they won’t stop feeling sure and righteous in Andrew’s palm.

The problem is Neil, a taste Andrew can’t completely swallow.

He puts Renee’s knives in Neil’s safe and Neil says all sorts of sticky emotional things like they’re taking part in some sort of ceremony. Andrew clicks the lock and climbs on top of Neil so he’ll stop thinking, pocketing his ‘yes’ as he goes.

It’s not just that he does what Neil asks, anymore. He tries to do things for him before he can ask for them. He tries to make things happen that he knows Neil doesn’t have words for.

He keeps one knife for himself, and he knows Neil knows about it, because he hands Andrew his armbands some mornings, and the weight is there in his palms.

Sometimes, that weight is the only way to get through the day without his head and throat pounding.

Sometimes Neil jerks awake and thrusts his hand under the pillow, and Andrew has to pry his wrists away. Neil knows protection, so he understands the slim line of a blade at his forearm is to Andrew what Andrew is to Neil.

But Andrew can tell that it bothers him, to have a knife buried in something that matters to him. He sees wintery metal in the shade of Neil’s eyes, and Andrew knows he’s condemning him to a future that looks like his past.

Still, the knife is just a talisman. Andrew is the weapon.

Before an afternoon practice sometime in the middle of the rush towards winter, Jack is the target.

They get to the court early because Neil only has morning classes. He’s always antsy by the time Andrew gets back to the dorm, insufferable and single-minded.

Andrew parks, Neil enters the code to the side door, their runners squeak against the sleek hall floors, and they split up at the locker room. Rinse and repeat. So many times a week that Andrew would feel the monotony in his teeth if it weren’t for Neil darting into side rooms or slipping on floor wax or doubling back to run in the rain, unpredictable as a lightning bolt.

Today, Neil changes out fast, wandering back out with his shorts tucked under his arm, looking like a paper doll with the top half finished, the bottom half still at default settings.

Andrew drops his helmet on the floor so he can get to his jersey, ignoring Neil’s huff, doubtless indignant on behalf of the Exy equipment. The foxes are unreasonably loud as usual, using locker doors like percussion, making banal observations at top volume. He’s stupid not to notice Jack approaching until he’s close enough that Andrew can hear his breath. Sheena looms behind him looking pinched in the face.

“Hey,” Jack says. “Is there a reason you don’t change out with us?” He’s talking to Neil, and his cockiness is bundles of bravado over nothing.

Neil looks at Jack with that singed expression that says he’s trying to smoke him out. “I want to spend as little time as possible with you.”

“Funny,” Jack sneers. “I think it’s because you’re hiding something. Sheena guessed an embarrassing tattoo. I’m guessing tumour.”

Andrew takes one painstakingly calculated step forward, one food colouring drop of intimidation in clear water. Jack’s eyes flicker to him and away.

“Wrong and wrong. Play again tomorrow,” Neil says. “Or better yet, play the game you’re supposed to be focusing on. You desperately need the practice.”

Someone snorts, but the tension doesn’t quite falter.

“What’s the matter, vice cap,” Jack taunts. “You a battered wife? Is your gut as ugly as your face?” He reaches out and yanks Neil’s shirt up to his chest, and Andrew registers the uneasy sounds of his teammates only as an afterthought.

He takes Jack to the lockers hard enough that he can tell the edge of an open one broke skin. Jack yelps, then tries to break free with the tight jawed confidence of someone who’s unused to losing.

His knife is out and snug underneath Jack’s ribcage within seconds.

“For god’s sake, Andrew,” Matt says, distressed. “You can’t keep threatening every bully that gets close enough. He’s a kid.”

Renee is rocking on the edge of his awareness with her old face on, the one that oscillates between disarming and disembowling.

“Kids should still be held accountable for their actions,” Andrew spits. “And bullies should be punished.” His wrist twitches, and the knife quivers. Jack’s body arcs away from it, and Andrew notes the panic in his breath with satisfaction.

“Andrew,” Neil says, closer than Andrew thought. His rage is still blaring in the front of his skull. All he can see is the blur of Neil’s scars caving in when Neil’s stomach jumped and his hands snapped in to pull his own shirt down. “You’re too good for this.”

It’s not what he expected, and his wrist sags then tightens.

“You don’t need it.” Neil creeps into his field of vision. His eyes are blue fire, but he doesn’t look scared at all. “Punch him out if you need to. Put him out of his misery. But you’re better than knives as scare tactics.”

“It is not a scare tactic,” Andrew says. “I follow through on my threats.”

“I know,” Neil says, his voice level and conversational. “But you give warnings, too. You’re fair.”

“Warped definition of fair,” Dan mutters behind them.

“He touched you without—“ Andrew staples the end of his sentence shut before it can burst out, all ugly worms and dirt and guts. His mouth feels overfull with feeling, but at least none of it got on his face.

Jack squirms and the knife nicks his skin. “Get the fuck off of me,” he says hoarsely. Andrew’s memory screams at him.

“It wouldn’t even be worth the trouble,” Neil says breezily. “If he’s dead he’s a headline that’ll be associated with us. Let him go wet himself somewhere else.”

Andrew’s hand drops, thinly opening Jack’s jersey as it goes. He immediately staggers backwards and clips a locker door, then turns and runs. Neil walks in to occupy his space, and his hand goes for the knife. He wiggles it free of Andrew’s sweaty grip, and drops it on the floor, kicking it back to Renee.

“The locker room soap opera continues,” Nicky says breathily, trying to upend the tension and just getting more, like turning over an hourglass. “FYI, I’d prefer hook ups and pregnancy announcements as our main sources of drama.”

“Good luck with that,” Dan says, clapping Nicky on the shoulder on her way by.

“Looks like extreme violence is just the flavour of the month,” Matt jokes.

“And of every month,” Nicky deadpans. “Of every year.”

Aaron says something and Nicky answers too loudly, but Andrew’s already reliving the knife sinking in half a centimetre, the power in that.

Neil pulls him back with his quiet voice: “I hate that you think you need knives.”

Andrew clenches his jaw. “I use them when they are necessary.”

“They’re never gonna be necessary while we’re here,” Neil argues. “The court is the only place that’s safe.”

“Safety isn’t ensured. Ever. As soon as you get complacent you become a target.”

Neil’s face goes ancient and sad. The room empties around them, their teammates eavesdropping unsubtly and making stilted conversation all the way out to the inner court. 

“We’re not targets anymore,” Neil says.

“He got his hands on your scars and you couldn’t move to stop him. What would you call that?”

Neil steps forward in the new quiet.

“You got there before I could move,” Neil says. “So I’d call that luck.”

“It wasn’t luck,” Andrew says darkly. “Stop counting on empty concepts. Luck and safety and goodness won’t save your life.”

“But you will.” Neil looks at him, and his face is a clear, honest sky. “And you have. I’m not counting on concepts, I’m counting on you.”

Andrew stares, feeling Neil right in the gaps of his armour, right at the handle of his knife with his hand around his.

“You will be disappointed.”

Neil shrugs. “I don’t think so.” He scoops his helmet up from the ground and swings it under his arm. “If our only threat is fucking Jack, I don’t think we’re going to need much.”

“There are other threats,” Andrew says. “The Moriyamas were not an isolated incident.”

Neil rolls his eyes. “I know that. And I also know that we didn’t take down them or my father’s people by going in shooting. We turned their own knives on them.”

Andrew feels frustration kick his back teeth and try to get out. “You are being naive, as usual. I can have a weapon without being like them.”

Neil looks startled, his brows folding in. “I don’t think you’re like them. I think you’re the opposite. I think the only place you could possibly overlap is with the weapon in your hand.”

Nebulous pieces all start to cluster together in Andrew’s head. “You don’t want me to have something in common with them.”

“You’re too good for that,” Neil repeats, vicious.

Andrew feels too hot wearing the bulk of his equipment, looking slightly up into Neil’s jigsaw puzzle face. “Fine.”

“Fine?” Neil echoes, incredulous.

“Fine. The knife can go in the safe with the rest of them. Jack tries anything again and I strangle him.”

“Innovative,” Neil says, amused. Then his face gentles. “You don’t have to give it up, Andrew. I know what it means. I just want you to understand that you’re strong without it.”

Andrew swallows. His eyes wander. “Change. You’re missing your precious drills.”

Neil’s eyes narrow but he smiles, so uncomplicated that it almost replaces the image of his lifted shirt and desperate hands.

They end up locking the last knife in the safe and locking the safe in Wymack’s apartment with all of its secrets and fragments of lives behind closed doors.

Andrew takes to carrying pens and paper clips, weapon shrapnel for emergencies.

Jack skips two practices and comes back with his abdomen dramatically bandaged and his attitude dented. He changes out separately from the rest of the foxes those first couple of days back. Andrew and Neil find each other’s eyes through the orange and white, with the satisfaction of that bloodless win all over their faces.

[sincelight]

plz tell me you're writing a xiuhanbaek drabble bc i need it!!!! so bad!! especially one after luhan found out and then one just like regular degular schemgular xiuhanbaek (maybe with chanyeol??) fucking

Okay this took so long, but hopefully it’s worth the wait!

Baekhyun has done many things in his life, but this is a first for him. He can’t stop swaying his hips in front of the long floor to ceiling mirror on the wall, very aware of the two sets of eyes staring at him from behind.

“I kinda like this,” Baekhyun eventually says, turning to smile. He shakes his hips one more time and brings his hand back behind him to run fingers through the plush fur of the tail hanging from him. “So what now?”

“Well-”

“Now we play!” Minseok interrupts Luhan. He bounces over to his best friend and circles his arms around his naked waist. “Play with me,” he says, pressing a round cheek into Baekhyun’s chest, his voice suddenly low and teasing.

“How could I refuse?” Baekhyun says, smiling at the way Luhan’s eyes are glued to them.

Minseok drags Baekhyun to the middle of the room and drops down to his knees, bringing Baekhyun with him and tumbling down on top of him. Minseok giggles and nips at Baekhyun’s skin at his neck, his collar bones, bites just above his left nipple.

Baekhyun’s eyes are still locked with Luhan’s, the older seemingly unaffected by things so far.

Baekhyun closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, he knows it won’t be easy for him like it is for Minseok, so he’ll have to really concentrate. He opens his eyes and smirks, pounces forward and takes Minseok down by the shoulders.

They nip and bite and scratch at each other, Baekhyun kisses Minseok once on the lips. From there, their playful rough housing shifts to Baekhyun lining their cocks up and rutting against each other as they kiss.

Luhan doesn’t look as calm anymore, Baekhyun thinks as he looks up at him, his hands on Minseok’s hips to keep him steady on his lap. Luhan looks like his skin is crawling, like he’s itching just to reach out and grab Minseok.

“Lulu,” Baekhyun speaks slowly, seductively, “don’t you wanna play too?”

“Do you want me to play with you,” he smirks, “kitten?” he adds after a second.

Baekhyun likes how it sounds, the way kitten falls from Luhan’s lips, so dirty, so appealing. He lets his eyes widen and nods.

“Come here,” Luhan orders to no one in particular; both kittens come running, stopping on the ground at his feet. “Good boy,” he says, a hand in each of their hair to scratch.

Minseok frowns, bites at Luhan’s fingers.

Luhan smiles, “And, good girl.” He gives Minseok a few extra seconds of head rubbing then stops and steps back. “Baek, I wanna watch you fuck this pretty little thing,” he coos as he scratches under Minseok’s chin. “Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Baekhyun looks to his right where Minseok is kneeling beside him, leans in to kiss him, takes a handful of his soft pink hair.

“Show me how you two used to fuck,” Luhan murmurs. “I wanna see just what you’d do with Minnie’s perfect little body.” He drags a hand through Baekhyun’s hair and hums, pleased with the sight before him. “Make him moan for us.”

Baekhyun smiles against Minseok’s lips, he knows just how to do that. He bites Minseok’s bottom lip and pulls until he hears his breath hitch, then digs his teeth in even harder. Minseok whimpers, latches a hand on to Baekhyun’s hip, the other reaching out to grab Luhan’s thigh.

Luhan steps back, letting Minseok’s hand fall limp onto his own thigh. The younger’s eyes flicker up to Luhan, confused. Luhan smirks, “Touch Baek, baby, not me.”

Minseok nods and complies, puts both hands on Baekhyun’s waist and slides them in to brush over his chest, fingertips feather light over his nipples. Baekhyun sucks in a breath, rolls his body toward Minseok and bites his lip.

“Touch me,” Baekhyun whispers frantically, “Touch me, Minnie, touch me.”

Minseok lets his hand slide down, leaning forward as Baekhyun lies back, propping himself up with his elbows. His fingers play in the dips and grooves of Baekhyun’s abs, his hip bones.

Baekhyun reaches blindly for Minseok, hand making contact with his hair, which he uses to pull the younger on top of him. He kisses Minseok harshly, their teeth bumping together, hips working together to create a wonderful friction. Baekhyun lets a moan slip when he peeks an eye open to see Luhan’s gaze locked on him.

“Minnie, I want you to ride me.”

Minseok stops moving now, fighting against the hands on his hips wanting him to continue. He looks at Luhan and frowns.

“Can I… I mean… am I allowed, Master?”

Luhan smirks, moves to stand over Baekhyun’s head. He’s looking down at Minseok when he takes his face in his hand. “Of course, baby,” he begins working his pants down his thighs, “as long as your pretty mouth is around my cock, you can do whatever you want with Baek.”

Luhan lets his cock spring free from his pants and underwear, moves until the tip is pressed to Minseok’s lips.

“Take your tail out, kitten, let Baek fuck you.”

Minseok sticks his tongue out but Luhan leans back, keeping just out of Minseok’s reach. “You’re not listening, kitten.”

Minseok pouts, reaches behind himself and pulls his tail out slowly, biting down on his lip. He lets out a soft sigh, his head falls back and eyes flutter closed.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Luhan says, dragging fingers down Minseok’s cheek. He smirks as he watches Minseok sink down onto Baekhyun’s cock, the latter gasping at the feeling. “He feels good, doesn’t he, Baek?”

“Fuck yeah,” Baekhyun whispers, digging his fingers into Minseok’s hips.

“Open up,” Luhan says now, taking his cock in his hand and tapping it against Minseok’s tongue.

Minseok keeps his eyes open, looking up at his boyfriend as he closes his mouth and sucks gently. His mouth sinks further onto the cock as he raises himself up, letting his hips drop down, ass hitting Baekhyun’s thighs.

They keep this position for a while, until Minseok looks like he can no longer raise himself. He climbs off of Baekhyun and gets onto his hands and knees, looking expectantly at his boyfriend and best friend.

Luhan pulls Baekhyun to his feet, tugs him close and kisses him. He traces his fingers down Baekhyun’s back, grabs the tail and brushes his fingers through it. “Good kitty,” he whispers into Baekhyun’s hair.

He moves Baekhyun onto his back, gently kicks at Minseok’s thigh, motioning for him to crawl until he’s hovering over Baekhyun. Luhan kneels behind Minseok, drags teasing fingers over his hole.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, kitten. And Baek, you can play with Minnie and yourself any way you want to.”

Baekhyun nods with his eyes closed, pulls Minseok down by the hair and presses their lips together. Luhan thrusts into Minseok now, causing him to jerk forward, his teeth bumping Baekhyun’s.

The wet kiss between Minseok and Baekhyun only gets more sloppy as time passes. Luhan’s cock slams Minseok’s prostate as Baekhyun strokes both of their cocks in his hand. Minseok can hardly keep himself from drooling, or screaming, as he tries his best to keep up with Baekhyun’s lips and tongue.

Baekhyun opens his eyes in confusion when he feels Minseok suddenly pull away from him. He has to hold back the most embarrassing sound when he notices Luhan tugging at the collar around Minseok’s neck, effectively cutting off his air, pulling him, bending him back. His mouth hangs open with silent moans and all Baekhyun can think to do is run a hand through Minseok’s hair because he just looks so hot like that. He fixes the little ears atop Minseok’s head that he’d knocked askew and returns to stroking.

Minseok is the first to come, seconds after Luhan releases the grip on the collar; he chokes out a pathetic, high pitched moan and cries, cum spilling onto Baekhyun’s hand and thighs.

“Baek, scoot up and let Minnie clean up his mess.”

Baekhyun gawks at Luhan, trying to make sense of his words. “Oh!” he finally shouts, then slides back, leaving Minseok’s face hovering over his cock.

Minseok goes down on him quickly, precise and skilled. Baekhyun’s eyes roll back and he moves to take a fistful of blankets, remembering he’s on the floor when his nails drag across the carpet. He groans, wails loudly when he feels Minseok’s fingers press against his hole alongside the plug still inside of him.

“Fuck, Minnie,” he gulps, takes a deep breath, “you’ve never done that before!” All ten of Baekhyun’s perfectly manicured nails dig into the carpet now and he throws his head back, mouth falling open as his breath stutters. He keeps his eyes open just enough to watch Luhan watch him.

“You’re so pretty, Baek,” Luhan says, noticing the younger’s eyes on him; he knows what Baekhyun likes and Luhan’s always been one to give. “Look at me, Baek,” Luhan teases, continuing to thrust into Minseok. “Look at me and come for me,” he smirks, runs fingers through Minseok’s hair, “come for us.”

Baekhyun looks directly into Luhan’s eyes until he can’t, until his eyes roll back and close and his hips buck up into Minseok’s mouth. He pulls at his own hair with one hand and digs nails into Minseok’s arm with the other, releasing down Minseok’s throat with a stuttered gasp.

Luhan pulls out of Minseok carefully and stands, calls for his two kittens to turn to him. Both Minseok and Baekhyun kneel in front of Luhan, the oldest of them fully enjoying the sight, and he inches his cock closer to them. Baekhyun wraps a pretty hand around it while Minseok kisses and licks at the tip, taking his time before allowing a few inches to slide into his mouth.

Luhan’s toes curl against the carpet; he bites his lip and takes a handful of each boy’s hair, watching as their lips meet when Baekhyun decides to replace his hand with his mouth. He feels powerful looking down at the two beautiful boy’s kneeling for him, sucking and licking at his cock. It’s with that thought that he finally comes, some in Minseok’s mouth, the rest on Baekhyun’s lips and chin.

“Shit,” Luhan breathes, letting himself flop down, leaning back on his arms. “That was… shit.” He’s smiling, his head tipped back and eyes closed, but he feels Minseok scooting toward him so he throws an arm out to pull the younger into his side.

“Did you like it, Baek?” Minseok asks, his cheek pressed against Luhan’s chest.

Baekhyun is lying flat on his back, feet facing the other two. He tries to nod, but doesn’t feel like moving. “Yeah, yeah that was great.”

“Do you think the petplay is weird?” Minseok’s voice comes out small, like he’s nervous for Baekhyun’s answer; Luhan’s arm around him pulls him in closer.

Baekhyun sits up a little now and his eyes meet Luhan’s, he smirks. “I’d definitely do it again.”

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HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 6 summary/translation

i can’t believe we are at chapter 6 (i.e. the last chapter) of this story already... i don’t want it to be over! man, i thought that the last chapter was super hot but this one blows it out of the water. you can find the previous chapter here, or check my new translations page to read from the beginning. 

to recap, in the previous chapter you and soma had started having hot but gentle sex, and you realise that it’s nice but there’s something missing. he’s holding back and you want him to let go and drown in those powerful waves that only he can create, and you want to see his satisfied gaze on you as you drown. so even though you’re feeling really good, you decide to take the plunge and tell him “you’re not the usual mean soma...”

soma: “...you’re good at turning me on”

note that he stopped using keigo/polite language here?! i’m sure you all know this bc i won’t stop going on about it but i LOVE when his tone changes. 

soma’s eyes, looking down at you, shine brightly. 

soma: “...is it okay? to do it as usual”

“...yes”

with a mean smile that slightly lifted only one cheek [i.e. a smirk lol], he jerks his head in a nod. you second guess yourself, wondering if it’s really gonna be okay...[that he’s going to be his usual self]? and then he says

soma: “it’s too late to regret it”

“he’s read my mind again...” you think. 

soma: “because you’re the one who wished for this”

ALSKDJF;LASJFDLFKDJL!!!!!! the return of mean soma has my heart RACING!!!! this is what i’ve been waiting so long to see omg.

anyway, our mc clearly thinks the same thing. your heartbeat suddenly rises due to the mean words and smile that are emitted one after the other. 

soma: “such a happy face”

“he grins, and starts moving slowly inside me again.”

you gasp softly, and this incredibly outrageous man says:

soma: “what’s wrong? you don’t have to hold back/be patient”

“[about having] patience...” you say, and he says:

soma: “there’s no reason not to, since it’s what you wished for”

saying it again just in case, he gradually thrusts into your depths. 

this man is having so much fun with this haha i missed this so much!! also i just have to say i’m swooning that he still calls you kijo in bed. 

soma: “to this extent?”*

*he’s basically asking you to tell him how deep inside you want him lmao.

“nn,” you whine and he says:

soma: “you usually/always tighten more strongly”

you’re assailed by a vibration on top of a noticeably stronger pleasant sensation, and [his?] body is suddenly filled with energy. “that’s right... that feeling... can you handle it?” he asks. you moan, and he says

soma: “don’t hold your voice [moans] back”

his lips, which were by your ears, move to the tip of your chest. you think he’s going to eat you softly, but he nibbles you lightly with his incisors and then licks it with the tip of his tongue. 

soma: “it became pert in no time, how cute”

“ahh, ahh ... so... ma... san...”

i normally cut out all the moans in my recaps cause there are a lot of “nn”s and “aah”s but she said his name like this so i had to put in a screenshot. 

soma: “cry out more with that sweet voice”

you: “aaahh...”

soma: “more”

you: “nn!”

i’m getting some phantom of the opera/christine vibes here. 

while he penetrates you to the core of your body, he plays with your tip of your chest and then he reaches your most sensitive secret part.

soma: “do you want to be touched here while being rocked**?”

**he’s basically asking you if you want him to touch you ~there~ while he’s fucking you

soma: “you have to tell me if you want me to touch you”

you think that even if you don’t say it, he [already] knows [that you want it]. feeling the presence of his fingertips that are almost but not quite touching your ~ripe~ nipples***, you want, you crave, that stimulation so badly that you can’t bear it.  

***塾れた小粒 : i think that’s what this is supposed to mean lol, i had to go on an AV site to verify, hope you appreciate my efforts

soma: “what will it be...?”

“[your] touch, i want it...”

he calls your name with that smile of his and you say:

“...touch me... please...”

the moment you open your mouth slightly,

“aaah, ah, aaahhhh...!” (this is the stuff i usually cut out but i just have to show you how much she’s enjoying this)

the long-awaited stimulation runs through you like an electric current, and your trembling body becomes [tightly strung] like a bow. with his fingertips, he gently strokes your nipples that are becoming too sensitive. you’re devoured by the heat of soma, who has boundless stamina, inside you. 

soma: “is it that good?”

“it’s good, it’s so good ... it’s amazing, it feels so good...”

“but i can’t... i feel like i’m going crazy...!”

soma: “you’re really an honest person, both your heart and your body”

he tells you you’re drooling so indecently (lmao!!!). soma shows you his moist fingers that continue to stimulate you carefully. you feel strangely relieved at seeing his satisfied smile. 

“even though i think he’s so mean... even though i’m so embarrased... i’m kind of happy”

you feel more certain/secure, in both your heart and your body. 

soma: “i can’t bear it/i can’t help it”

you’re surprised by his suddenly gently narrowed eyes. 

soma: “from now on, my words, the feelings in my body...” (not really sure what he’s saying here)

you moan some more.

soma: “that face... show me more...”

soma: “that ... cute face ... [that you have] when you feel me with your whole body...”

(his words are kind of broken up/choppier here because of you know why ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

“soma-san is also feeling...”

[the fact that he’s also feeling really good] is transmitted to you by the fact that his voice is laboured with his breathing. 

you moan his name, he moans yours.

i just had to include this bc you know my policy about blushing soma. also sorry my name here is still "you” lol, he says your name if you input it.

“ahh, aaahh, so...ma... san....!”

“the two of us finish at the same time, calling each other’s names.”

there’s a quick fade, and then soma says:

soma: “did your wish come true?”

when both of your panting finally slows down, soma lends you his arm as a pillow and smiles. 

“i’m super satisfied... is what i’d like to say, but it’s embarrassing after all”

you start to say something, but then soma says:

soma: “i can tell even if you don’t say anything just by looking at those cheeks”

red as they may be, soma gently pokes your cheeks with his fingers ... they’re definitely a little warm, but it’s more that he can see through anything (as in, that he can read you so well). 

soma: “i’m also extremely satisfied... both my body and my heart”

“then i’m glad,” you say. 

soma: “above all, satisfying you is what makes me happiest”

“it seems like... it’s thanks to/because of your words”

soma: “the kotobazeme**** ban is lifted, isn’t it”

****kotobazeme = verbal attack/abuse/humiliation. i guess you could call it dirty talk in the context of bedroom activities but it’s more actively malicious like you actively want to embarrass your partner. hope you know what this means by now since that’s what this entire story has been about lol and if not, please give it a google

“if you say it so happily...”

“but you weren’t so mean at the beginning [when we first started sleeping together], right?”

“...is that so?” soma says. 

soma: “then maybe you did this to me”

“is it my fault!?” you ask. 

soma watches you with enjoyment as you were unexpectedly falsely accused*****.

***** 濡れ衣を着せる is like an idiom which literally means wearing wet clothes but idiomatically means being framed or falsely accused. 

a few days later... after finishing the investigation and returning to headquarters, you see soma and kurosawa talking quietly. kurosawa is saying he saw the whole story with his own eyes. you wonder what they’re talking about.  

kurosawa: “just bind their hands and put on a blindfold and they’ll become obedient”

you wonder if they’re talking about criminal restraint techniques? 

kurosawa says that then all you need to do is hurl words at them. 

“words, huh?” comments soma (sounds like his interest is piqued because words are his weapon of choice lmao i’m screaming)

kurosawa says that’s right, as obscene as possible, to stir them up, using a voice that makes them sweat slowly...

“i see,” says soma. 

kurosawa says they can use just words without even lifting a finger, isn’t that sugoi!? soma replies that if it comes to matters that happen between bar counters, it’s certainly amazing. 

“they’re talking about kotobazeme at SM bars!?”

 then kurosawa notices you and exclaims “you’re back!” soma, turning around, says okaerinasai and approaches you with a smiling face. 

soma: “i was listening to a useful story... for future reference”

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

the last part is whispered in your ear and your heart leaps. “even if you don’t learn it, it’s still enough!!!” you think (basically meaning that the current level of your sexual activities is plenty good enough without adding in extra techniques learnt at SM bars). the pressure in his smiling face is too much. 

soma: “shall we tie you up next time? or have you blindfolded -”

SLKFJSLKJSDLKD SORRY I KEEP DOING THIS BUT i just want to say that an anon once asked me back in august 2019 which instructor i thought would be into shibari and i said soma and i’m glad to be proven right yet again lmao. 

“IT’S OKAY!!”

soma chuckles and says “i understand”. 

even though you refused with all your might, you still got excited after all. 

“with his enigmatic and mean words, and that ridiculously sexy smile-”

--

and it just ends like that?! WHAT?!!! how can they end it like this! could there be more chapters to come? even goto and kaga only have 6 chapters for this story so maybe that really is the end of it? 

anyway, i can’t believe how incredibly hot this chapter was, to finally see soma unleashed in bed in canon (and not just my own fanfic lol, seeing as i’m the only person who ever writes soma fanfic). i just adore how mean he is and how much he loves teasing you and i feel very satisfied feeling like i got his character in bed spot on when i wrote that delayed gratification fic haha. dirty talk/kotobazeme soma is my absolute favourite. but i also find it incredibly sweet that he tried to turn it down and be super sweet and gentle just for his mc, and the fact that both of them feel the happiest when the other is fully satisfied. i’d love to read a his pov version of this story as well... 

thanks for joining me on this ride! i hope you enjoyed this (final?) chapter and the whole story as much as i did.

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!