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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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Magical Shenanigans Pt3. 18+

TW: dubcon, magical sex toys, phone sex, masturbation, *Gender neutral MC

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan Part 2: Satan, Asmodeous, Beelzebub, Belphegor Part 3: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon

It all started with a gift.

Of course, coming from Asmo, MC should have known it was a not-so-innocent gift. Thankfully he'd given it to them in private. It was a vibrator, but not just any vibrator. Oh, no. Not in the Devildom. This vibrator could be used alone, or synched with the person of your choice so that your partner could feel whatever's being done to the toy in real time. It came in a little red bag, and upon opening it, MC's face turned nearly the same shade.

"Let me know when you want to try it out, okay~!" Asmo says with a wink, "If you like it, I'll buy the other one so we'll have a matching set!" He points at the different versions of the toy offered on the package.

It wasn't long after Asmo left that MC gave in to temptation, and although they intended to use it by themselves, nothing ever goes quite the way it's supposed to in the House of Lamentation.

Text Message: The Big Three (3): Barbatos: My apologies, My Lord, but I must excuse myself for the evening. The Little D's will handle everything from here. Diavolo: I'm not feeling quite myself today either, it seems. Lucifer: I see. Asmo brought something home today that seems to be affecting all of us. Lucifer: You have my apologies if it appears to be affecting you as well. Diavolo: What exactly did he bring back with him? Lucifer: It was a gift of a certain nature for MC. Barbatos: Ah, I believe I understand, now. Diavolo: They appear to be using it enthusiastically! Haha!

Barbatos:

Lucifer:

Diavolo:

Lucifer: According to Asmo, the package says it is good for long distances and can affect up to eleven people. Lucifer: I did not think it would affect you all as well. I will call MC immediately. Diavolo: You're braver than I to interrupt them, Luci! What a shame! Haha! Lucifer: You're starting to sound like Asmo Barbatos: Do not worry about us. Lucifer: You too?

Diavolo

He couldn't help the smile on his face, breathless in spite of sitting still. There was never a dull moment when MC and the others were involved. Still, he never thought that he would end up in a situation like this, helpless to the feel of MC's hot core around him even though he's alone in the throne room.

It was torture, such sweet torture, the way MC's walls dragged so slowly around his thick, twitching cock. He noted just how slowly they liked to be teased, to get worked up gradually, and imagined doing it all himself at an even slower pace. He wondered just how slowly he could go, how long and in how many ways he could rile them up before they were shuddering with each touch and begging for more. He was already breathing heavily as he rid himself of his tie and began unbuttoning his uniform. Though his clothes felt too tight, they were not giving him the friction he needed as the ghosting touches along his length continued. A low, soft, "Hmmm," of a moan reverberated in his large, bare chest as he gripped the arm rests of the throne beneath him. The thought alone of MC pleasuring themself was enough to drive him wild, but actually feeling them while they did was another thing entirely. He wanted to take control, to do anything in his power to please MC with his hands, fingers, tongue, his cock, but at this moment he was completely powerless to the feel of them around him. And that excited him too. He leaned back in his seat, shirt open, and let his head fall back against the throne. He closed his eyes, and with an open mouthed moan a shudder rose up his spine as MC clenched and quivered around him. Diavolo's chest heaved and his abs twitched and tightened as MC picked up their pace, riding him faster, squeezing him harder. He struggled to keep his hips still and his voice quiet in a room literally built to carry sound, but Diavolo was quickly losing that resolve. He ached to be able to touch MC, to see and hear them, to be the reason they come undone they way they've so quickly become his own undoing, but his hips just twitch helplessly. He gasps and pants as they slow down once more, teasing the both of them. Diavolo closes his eyes tightly, imagining MC's pleasure as he feels the way their grip on the toy becomes shakier, walls quivering around him more and more as their own hips grow impatient, and it isn't long before they resume a punishing pace. A moan tears past Diavolo's lips and his whole body tenses, MC's thrusts leaving him shaking.

Barbatos

Barbatos was a formidable demon who could hold his composure in almost any situation, but if anyone were to look too closely at this moment they might notice a few small cracks in the facade. The slight sheen of sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the way the piping bag shook ever so slightly in his hands, and the stiffness of his... posture, among other things. He furrowed his brows and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the slow stroking sensations and steady his hands before returning to his dessert. A sudden clench around his cock causes him to tense unexpectedly, hands squeezing the piping bag too hard and causing the cream to splurt all over the place, ruining his hard work. "Disgraceful" He sighs to himself. He sets the piping bag down in resignation and grips the edge of the counter, breathing becoming more labored as the steady stroking continues. After a few moments he releases the counter and picks up his phone. A few text messages later and he has an unexpected answer to his predicament. MC. Barbatos turned around to rest his back against the counter and put a hand to his forehead, fingers carding into his hair. Knowing it was MC making him feel this way made it all the more difficult to hold his composure. He let his shoulders slump and felt himself giving in, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt MC quiver around his shaft. His hands dropped back to the counter behind him as they picked up their pace, their tight walls pumping him faster, and too late he realizes that he's planted one of his hands straight into the cream. Chest heaving, he lifts the hand to his face to inspect his dirtied fingers before slowly pulling them into his mouth. He sighs into the hand, tongue swirling around the middle two digits and abs tightening. Briefly, Barbatos acknowledges that only MC could blow his composure like this before allowing his mind to wander. He pulls his slick fingers from his mouth, panting as he imagined all the ways he could fluster MC in return. He would thoroughly enjoy finding ways to exact his revenge. He closes his eyes as MC pumps his cock faster, and he can't help but to imagine their expressions, their reactions, their voice, the way their face contorts in pleasure and all the ways he could coax those lovely responses from them. Ropes, intricately tied knots, and a spell to keep MC from cumming sounded like the perfect punishment to Barbatos. He moans louder, legs and hips beginning to shake as MC squeezes his cock and pumps him faster, almost as though they'd liked the idea too. So, he let the fantasy continue in his mind, overstimulating MC to his heart's content, for hours upon hours thanks to the spell, and watching them squirm, and whine, and beg beneath him. Their expressions in his mind a mix of frustration and pleasure. He'd blind fold them at first, to enhance the sensations, but remove it before he undid the spell so he could watch their eyes roll back in their head as orgasm after orgasm crashed over them, rendering them dumb with pleasure after so much torture. These were the thoughts that finally sent Barbatos over the edge as he felt the quivering and twitching of MC around him indicating that they were approaching their own climax. And with their climax, he wondered just how many they could take.

Solomon

He got back to his room just in time. The bulge in his pants had been growing steadily over the last several minutes, and as he rushed down the hall to his dorm he struggled to come up with explanations for the sensations that were driving him mad. He sat down on his bed, when he realized he had a notification from Asmo, who was gushing about a toy he'd gotten for MC. After asking a few questions, they determined, to Asmo's unbridled excitement, that it must be affecting Solomon too. Solomon flops back onto his bed, breathing heavily, and drapes a forearm over his eyes. "What an interesting development..." He can't help the smile that plays on his lips while his free hand squeezes his thigh in response to the sparks of lust igniting in his core. It was MC who was making him feel this way. MC who felt so good around his cock, squeezing and quivering. He could feel their body trembling through his dick, the way their hips bucked and wiggled against the toy inside them, and couldn't help the way his hips lifted in response as the muscles in his abdomen tightened. Solomon hesitated a moment before allowing his hands to wander down and undo his belt and pants. Without the confining black pants, it was much easier to feel the way MC stroked him, and he moaned as they dragged the toy through their clenched walls, wanting to suck him back in. His shirt was the next to go; it was getting way too hot in his room. As he removed his shirt, one hand drifted to his already sweating chest to tease his nipples as the other fisted in his sheets and the shirt lying next to him. His hips began to buck as MC picked up their pace, and his hands searched for something to do or someone to hold on to. As a pact-mate of Asmo's, Solomon wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation of being helpless to pleasure, but this was on another level. Images of their previous trysts flooded Solomon's mind; blindfolds, and handcuffs, toys of all types, and tangled tongues and limbs, but who he really wanted to see right now was MC. He had thoughts of conjuring their image to take a peek, but he knew that would be a step too far. For now, he'd just have to content himself with his imagination. So he closed his eyes, focusing intently on every sensation. Every stutter of the toy in MC's grasp, every buck of their hips, every thrust in and slow drag out. Solomon bit back another moan as MC clenched around his cock again, and his hips began matching MC's pace on their own, growing more needy and desperate by the minute. The more he learned about the way MC pleasured themself, the more he wanted to know. Solomon found himself imagining MC in this scenario, wondering if they'd enjoy being helpless to pleasure- it would be easy enough with a little magic, after all- or how they'd look fucked-out and panting beneath him and Asmo. He began moaning more freely, gripping the sheets tighter in his fists as he imagined those expressions on MC's face, and the sounds they'd make when the pleasure became too much. With the way MC quivered, and stroked, and squeezed his cock, he needed more. He needed the real MC so badly he wondered if he'd become addicted to them, but he didn't care. Now that he'd felt them, he needed to see them, hear them, taste them, and make them come undone too.

Simeon

Simeon locks the door to his room and texts Solomon, "I think I've been cursed!" His heart races as he reads Solomon's responses, and Simeon finds that he needs to sit down as electricity shoots straight into his core. "What do you mean MC doesn't know?!" Was his last message to Solomon, but it went without a response. The sorcerer had explained all he cared to and Simeon was left with just the feel of MC on his mind. He places his head in his hand as his dick throbs with heat, mind clouding as quickly as his cock hardened. The feel of MC around him was so sweet, and yet... "They need to know," He picks up his phone once more, doing his best to steady his breathing, but they don't pick up. Not only that, Simeon's eyes widened as he heard the busy signal on the other line. He moaned loudly at the way MC clenched around him, but the stroking of his cock continued while the tone played in his ear. They're still...? He thought, hand dropping from his face and staring at his ringing phone. He ends the call, leaning back on his hands clutching the phone in one and the sheets in the other to steady himself. His head falls back, and he moans as they pick up the pace with the toy, fucking themselves and stroking his cock faster. Fighting the tensing of his muscles, Simeon picks up the phone once more. This time, Simeon feels the stroking slow, and MC stills on his cock before they finally answer. "Hello?" MC's voice is only slightly breathy. They seem to be doing a much better job of controlling their breathing, Particularly compared to Simeon. "MC, I need you to stop what you're doing!" By contrast, he was very out of breath, and his words were more rushed than he meant. He felt MC tighten around him as they worried at his odd response. "Simeon, are you okay? What's wrong" They ask, and electricity shoots near painfully into his hips at the sound of them saying his name. "I'm okay," He breaths, "I- There's something I have to tell you" "What is it?" Simeon pauses before answering, looking for a way to put it delicately and struggling for words, "...Asmo got you something today, right?" Another long pause, "...Yea, why?" "It's um..." He clears his throat, trying desperately to ignore the way they're clenching around him again, and a slow, experimental drag makes his breath hitch. "Simeon?" He almost moans, and earns another tight squeeze of his cock as MC clenches around the toy at the sound. "I-I'm sorry, MC, I can feel everything... And I'm not the only one" MC clamps down so hard around the toy that Simeon can't bite back his moan this time. MC let out a muffled noise of their own; the idea seemed to turn them on even further. "Hah... If you keep doing that- hah..." His voice drops lower, and MC gives another experimental drag of the toy, "MC" His voice darkens and the way they quiver around him makes him throw his head back, "Everyone can feel you; what you're doing to yourself right now... What will you do with that information, I wonder?" He teases. "Simeon ...I-" They practically whine at the tone in his voice. "MC," He stops them, "If you continue..." He breathes, mind clouding completely as the slow strokes begin again, "Would you allow me to hear your voice?"

#SIMEON U RUINED IT FOR THE OTHER DUDES

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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The way the author's url fits the fic just right

Making out with Kenji. 18+

Make out sessions with Kenji is like running a marathon. He's got some sort of oral fixation exclusive to you, his mouth needing to be against yours, against you, without breaking apart for as long as possible.

Doesn't matter if you're breathless, and seeing spots, the moment you try to pull away it's as if you've snatched his gold trophy from him.

"Get back here,"

His voice practically drags out in a snarl, guttural and feral as he squeezes your face in one large palm to yank you back.

Right, how inconsiderate of you to try to catch your breath.

You wince as your teeth clacks roughly against his, his tongue already slipping into your mouth.

He's got you pushed down on the bed, body weight crushing yours as his hips grinds on you. His elbows digs into the mattress on either sides of your head, fingers laced on the top of your head as if to hold you in place and your own small hands gripped onto the sides of his shirt for dear life.

Your muffled whines of protests were lost on him, too busy eating your face to care. All he hears is your cute little mewls and whimpers under him, moaning into your mouth whenever you gag.

When he finally, finally, pulls back, you're throwing your head back to gulp for air, sweat beading on your forehead and chest heaving.

Kenji clicks his tongue, dragging the back of his hand over his spit-covered chin.

"S'dramatic,"

You hear him mumble, earning a swat from you despite the smirk playing on his lips.

He likes seeing you like this, winded and choking for air. The power trip of reducing you into a goopy mess like this turns him on like crazy, though he'll never admit it.

And here comes the punchline.

"You're all worked up over a kiss?"

The smugness practically oozes from his tone, eyes glittering with glee as he runs a cold hand up the column of your neck.

He squeezes lightly, a promise for what's to come, before sliding down your body as your eyes follows him curiously. Your breath hitches when he swings your thighs over his shoulders.

"Since I've tired your lips out up there, I think I'll pay attention to the ones here, kay' baby?"

His shit eating grin tells you he's gonna do it anyways.

He's got you wrap around his little finger and all you can do is spread your thighs a little wider in answer.

(Bro is a mouth breather. He breaths through YOUR mouth fr)

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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Happy late birthday!

I'm in my last semester of college and my brain keeps thinking about 'distractions' and/or 'stress relief' with Wooyoung or(.../and?) Yunho 🙃 need my soul and sanity saved

Meet Us In The Middle

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, poly relationship, threesome, fingering, oral, fingering, praise, degradation, overstimulation, nipple play, cum eating, mxm bc wooyoung is a whore and yunho is no better, handjob, masterbation, brief manhandling, implied creampie *not proofread, just pure horny*

[relating a little too hard as I just finished my last semester 😭😭😭]

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You heaved a breath as you sat back in your chair, your final sitting not even half finished on your laptop screen. You stare at the blinking cursor, your eyes threatening to close any second. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriends stood behind the couch you were lounging in, watching as you almost fell asleep right then and there.

Wooyoung acted first, pulling your laptop away from you. You try to protest, but a stern glare from Yunho makes you quiet down. Yunho settled on the couch, tugging you onto his lap, your aching back against his sturdy chest. He placed warming kisses along your shoulder and neck, his hand moving under your shirt.

He cupped your chest in his hand, groping and squeezing it as his other hand kept your hips pinned in his lap. “No more thinking, baby. Just be here with us.” Wooyoung had moved the coffee table, sitting on his knees between Yunho’s parted thighs. Both of their hands groped and toyed with your body, laying wet kisses over all the skin they could reach.

Wooyoung hit his limit first, tapping your thigh as a signal. Like clockwork, you lifted your hips, letting him take your loungewear and panties off. As soon as both pieces were out of his hands, he dove in. Spreading your legs to hook them on either side of Yunho’s knees. “You just couldn’t wait, could you, you pervert?” Wooyoung flushed at Yunho’s words, his tongue pressing flat against your hole.

Yunho kept you steady, a strong hand keeping your hips at bay while Wooyoung feasted on you like it was his last meal. His other hand pulled your, well, his shirt over your chest, letting out a shaky breath as your nipples hardened from the cool air. He was quick to pinch your nipple, tweaking and toying with the bud as Wooyoung’s moans vibrated against your slick pussy, his nose grinding into your clit as he psuhed his tongue into your wet hole.

“Does it feel good, princess? You like getting your pretty pussy tongue fucked, huh?” Your face warmed at his words. Yunho held your face, squishing your cheeks together as he tilted your head down. “Then watch your pretty pussy get tongue fucked. Shit, I can hear how soaked you are, tiny.” Wooyoung’s eyes were glazed over by now, his gaze unfocused as he ate you out.

The noises were heinous, lewd slurping, licking, and sucking as Wooyoung all but made out with your pussy and split it open on his tongue. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, too engrossed in savouring your taste on his tongue to speak, but that didn’t matter as Yunho did the talking for him. “Make a mess on his face, tiny. He’s begging for it, isn’t he? You don’t want to upset him, do you?” His voice is low and grounding. Your body pulls taut, your pussy spasming against his mouth. Wooyoung helped you ride it out, sucking your clit into his mouth with greed.

You writhed in Yunho’s lap as Wooyoung kept going, his fingers gathering your slick before pushing in alongside his tongue. You nearly scream as Wooyoung moves them immediately, a constant in and out as his mouth returned to your twitching clit. His fingers are lithe, working you up all over again just as his mouth did. Your legs are shaking as you can do nothing but bear the pleasure. Wooyoung’s voice was soft as he called out to you. “That’s my girl, so pretty when you come all over my face.”

Yunho groaned in your ear as you squirmed on him, his cock throbbing in his sweats. Wooyoung pulled his mouth off of you, licking his lips as he stared up at Yunho. There was a challenging look in his eyes, a fire that Wooyoung was so determined to ignite. Wooyoung pushed his hand under your hips, stilling pumping his fingers into you, to grab at Yunho’s waistband. The older man chuckled darkly, lifting you ever so slightly to make the task easier. “You little whore…”

Wooyoung nearly came at the view in front of him; your slicked pussy clenching around his fingers ang Yunho’s thick cock throbbing right next to it. Wooyoung spat into his palm, using his saliva to make the slide against the pulsing cock in front of him. Yunho’s head fell back against the couch, his hips bucking into Wooyoung’s slicked hand. Just like he did with you, his hand moved erratically.

Yunho nearly bucked you off him as Wooyoung squeezed his fist around his cock, the slick sounds only piling onto yours. You don’t know where you’re looking as tears blur your vision. Yunho pulled at your shirt again, tearing it at the seams until it was off of you. His hands moved to your chest, groping, squeezing and fondling them as he pinched, pulled and toyed with your nipples. Your head falls back onto Yunho’s shoulder, and every nerve in your body is sparking.

Wooyoung watches with amusement as you both drown in pleasure, too occupied to notice that he’s removed his hands from you and shifted your position again. Wooyoung sits up higher on his knees, watching your faces contort in pleasure as he eases your wet cunt onto Yunho’s pulsing cock. The sudden stretch makes your eyes snap open, peering down at Wooyoung, who only winked back at you. He moved your hips for you, forcing you to take every inch of Yunho’s cock in your sore cunt.

Yunho seems too out of it to notice but he does take note of how hot it feels around his dick all of a sudden. His hands fall to your hips, engulfing Wooyoung’s in his own. He peels his eyes open, groaning as he recognized the familiar tight heat around his cock. Your body was putty in their hands as they worked you every which way. A quick surge of energy was all Yunho needed to flip you onto the couch, your hips raised and your back in a shameless arch. “I’m done waiting, tiny. You’ll take it for me, won't you? Be my good girl and take all of my cum in your pretty cunt, hm?”

He was quick to fill you up again, his nails digging into your hips as he drilled his cock into you. Yunho pressed a hand to your back, deepening the arch as he savoured how your sweet cunt stretched around his length. Wooyoung stayed kneeling beside you, his pants tugged low enough to let his cock spring free. He hissed as he wrapped a hand around himself, using your slick as lube to stroke his dick. He matched his pace with Yunho’s hips, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Yunho reached over to him, pulling him closer by his jaw. Wooyoung’s mouth parted with a whine, letting Yunho press his thumb to his tongue. Wooyoung whimpered as Yunho held his mouth open, his face flushing darker as he noticed your eyes on him too. “How lucky am I to be dealing with not one, but two whores?” Wooyoung whines again, his hand speeding up as he makes a mess all over himself. His hand keeps going, stroking himself through his orgasm and closer to another one.

You moan along with him, fucking yourself back on Yunho’s cock. He hisses, letting Wooyoung fend for himself as he finally gives himself the righteous release that he earned waiting as long as he had. His hands reaches under you, pressing messy circles on your swollen clit. Your body tenses before going limp, dizzy with the pleasure ringing in your ears. You can feel a warm hand push the stray hairs from your face, before a gentle kiss is pressed to you temple.

“Look at that. Not a single thought is in that pretty little head of yours, is it? Don’t worry, Youngie and I will clean up. Just get some rest, tiny.”

#I NEED THEM RAWWWW

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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I need him biblically

Sinfully Grateful, An Overachiever.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

Pairing: Kuras x GN!Reader.

Word Count: 1.0k

Summary: Kuras seems intent on being an overachiever in your relationship, even if his lack of empathy can't help him understand why three orgasms might be too much for your little human body.

A/N: Howdy! This short drabble is inspired by this toe curling one by @sichore

Your bare stomach pressed against the rapidly warming white linen; hands splayed flat over the crumpling fabric laid on top of the cot you first met Kuras.

Tears started to build in your foggy eyes as your skin flushed impossibly hotter, the redness of your cheeks rivalling the sore flush of your hole.

"K-Kuras, I can't--"

Cold hands slither up the lengths of your forearms from behind, long dark fingers wrapping around your wrists as a soft hushing came from behind you.

You could almost see the smug grin on his face, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction at every whimper that left your lips; pride at the idea that he was successful.

Honestly you should've seen this coming after the third time you were coming.

Methodical was the only word use to describe his relentlessness when it came to wrecking you, oh, but is that not what lovers do to each other?

He may not understand the vast extent of human emotions, but he can understand when he's achieved what he's setting his mind to, especially when it comes to the human body.

Especially when it comes to your body.

"Shh, my love.'' he cooed, the dark tip of his cock rubbing almost reverently against the sensitive skin around your hole, "Is this not what you wanted?"

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't, you were the one to bring up intimacy in the first place.

It wasn't until his fingers brushed against your cheek did you realize tears had finally started to drip from your cloudy eyes; ones that rolled back when he started to nestle himself back inside.

No matter how many times you took him, you'd never fully adjusted to the sheer size of your lover- he was longer than he was girthier, but that didn't stop you from being molded to every bump and vein of his cock.

It was too much, too much but he didn't care.

"Relax and relish it, my darling." His smooth voice wrapped around your brain, almost as overstimulating as your last three orgasms.

It was delicious torture, being spread so slowly and lovingly after hours of relentless pushing and cooing.

You're being so good, he'd tell you, pushing through even when you're crying and whining.

It felt like hours passed before he finally came to a stop, pushed fully inside of you until the base of his hips pressed lovingly against your quivering flesh.

The touch was burning in more ways than one, the coolness of his skin only stoking heat when pressed against yours so sinfully.

"I-I can't take anymore..." you sobbed out pathetically, your cheek smooshed against the linen of the cot as tears slipped down your flushed cheeks.

"You can." He said almost clinically, as if he was focusing more on your physical capabilities than your overstimulated mind.

His hands ran along your bare back in an almost worshipping gesture that belied his words, he knew you were enjoying it; and if your body could carry on, why would he ever stop?

"You're doing so well, dear." He spoke in an almost mocking voice, his lips quirked up as his golden eyes stared impassively at your foggy, tear-stricken expression, "Such a good little thing, even if you're temperament is... low."

His chuckle was smooth and warm as it flowed throughout the dark office, papers and vials stood as still as time slowed; like you were the only things moving.

"S'not low!" You whine slightly as your quivering legs feebly attempt to kick slightly in distain, "I-It's been two hours--"

He crooned out a noise of false sympathy, his cock slowly sliding out your stretched hole with a lewd squelch as it dragged the liquid of his own pleasure along with him.

You almost whimpered in relief as you clenched around the empty space gratefully, assuming he was finally done.

Except he slammed right back inside of you.

A higher-pitched squeal was the only noise to leave your throat as he started to move against your exhausted flesh, kindling both the heat in your stomach but also the one of his flesh.

It was disgustingly wet, your used hole drooling from the combination of liquids until strings of cum slapped along with his rhythmic thrusts.

His long, firm body laid over your back to keep you still as the rush of pleasure and pain made you squirm, your toes curling as you had no choice but to simply take it.

"There we go." His voice was a low pant, puffs of swift breath leaving his mouth in-between each thick word, "I knew you could do it."

His voice drops back into a cajole, almost edging you on, "Is it too much for you?" Something in-between a breath and a laugh left his lips, "Am I not giving you everything you wanted and more, love?"

Something in his voice changed slightly, a gravel scratching at his throat.

"Perhaps lust isn't the only sin here." You could see a slight shift in the shadow falling above you, your eyes so foggy and dazed you weren't sure if it was real, "Greed is far from a virtue, my dear."

His hands burned against your skin as they ran up your shoulder blades, hot enough to burn an imprint into your very soul.

"So desperate, so precious." His voice fell into a whisper as his shadow shifted above you, rippling like the water of your tears, his form changing to appear as big physically as he felt mentally, "I could simply eat you whole."

Under different circumstances, you might've turned your head; to gaze upon what your lover had become.

But your mind was full of fog, ever nerve on fire as you felt him slide in and out of you, his cock pressing insistently on the deepest parts of you that've already molded itself to him.

Even if the divine sprouted in sin, you have no reason to be afraid.

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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smut, men x f!reader ♡

Being bent over a poor desk, while it does it’s best to not break under your body and his. His both hands weakly but confidently placed on both sides of your chest while your arms barely find the strength to hold your back upright.

That little dazed head of yours lazily placed on the desk in front of you, forehead moving as his hips constantly rut into yours.

Your pantie laying on the floor between your legs, soaking wet from both yours and his juices, whereas he seems to barely have taken the time to strip from his own sweatpants.

His head falls forward, his wet hair caressing your back as he thrusts his red and angry tip on your cervix, making you forget how you drool on the desk under you.

Slightly and weakly opening your eyes to see his hands clenching into fists, his fingers curling as his breath pick up a quick pace, basically panting over your shoulder before a whimper escapes his soft lips.

You smile, enjoying his big boy moans as much as his precious cock buried inside you, brushing every delicious spot through your walls.

“S-.. agh-nnh.. fuuck”

Uncontrollable whines coming out your throat as he quickens his pace, feeling both your orgasm and his build up as he keeps going.

His hips rutting into you at a desperate pace, one hand sliding to your waist to hold you close, another broken moan escaping his sweet lips that devilishly turn into that one unexpected smirk.

He chuckles under his pants, eyes dazedly closed while he fucks himself deeper and harder into your hole, his hips becoming suddenly precise through his pace.

“a-ahh.. nghs- aah-ha!”

One noise echoing louder through your throat and he’s bending down to be over your ear, your small figure shadowed by his chest over yours. His breath brushing your cheek as he weakly gulps, moaning.

“‘m s..sorry”

His deep voice echoes in your glazed mind, only followed by more of those wet slaps that the violent contact into your two anatomy make and your two pants and moans synchronized.

Apology immediately accepted and long forgotten when the squeeze of your walls around his length make him groan under his breath. Making you raise your head in near shock at the sudden sensation.

It feels so sudden and quick, his hand quickly sliding on the desk, resting next to your breast to support his weight. While his other hand makes a quick travel across your side, a gentle brush over your trembling thighs and his fingers are quick to find your clit.

His finger tracing your clit a few times before he circles his digit over your sensitive bud. Legs shaking under a wave of overstimulation, after yet another time of having him fuck through your nth orgasm.

Also his because, his cock is just too sensitive inside your cunt. His tip pre-leaking every time he barely thinks about being inside you.

His beautiful hands working perfectly over your clit to make you squeeze around him again, before it builds up. Weak and deep moans escaping your throat while he desperately tries to hold back his soft whimpers.

“fuck.. fu-ahh”

“mmh.. ahh-ngh”

Few thrusts are enough before he’s spilling his sweet cum inside you yet again, painting your walls as his hips slowly stop. His hand quickly coming back to your sides to support his body, while you both catch your breath.

He chuckles again, his lovely smirk raising on the corner of his lips, his precious blush showing up. He softly bends down, coming next to your face.

Your cheek tiredly placed on the desk, as he kisses the visible one, brushing your hair to the side. He smiles at your fucked out expression; or more so, non-expression.

He slowly pushes his hips further to trigger you, or see any reactions from you.

“another round ?”

He whispers through a tender chuckle, his dick still buried inside your cunt, perfectly wrapped inside your soft and warm walls. You weakly whine, raising up your head to gather the small strength left inside you to whisper to him.

“Please no..” You giggle but you physically couldn’t accept, even if your heart and mind screamed otherwise.

He’s quick to brag your body, circling your waist with his arm to help you up and against his bare chest, your eyes still closed and tired when his lips brush against your ear.

“Alright..”

He sweetly groans, slipping out of you, the mix of your cum and his, dropping down your thighs all the way to your ankles, soaking your pantie on the floor yet again.

You grab the edge of the desk for support, taking a deep breath at the feeling of your hole being empty from his cock again when he slips it back into his boxer, that was already painted in his pre-cum.

As you turn around to look up at him, he pulls out his lovely and innocent smile again, as if he wasn’t trying to break the desk under you just minutes ago.

His gaze scanning your naked curves before his eyes meet with your half lidded ones. Your lips quickly finding his when you step forward, your hands crossing behind his neck.

His lips kissing you softly and sweetly, his tongue losing no time to travel to your mouth as his hands caress your waist, one hand falling to stay over your bare ass, making him smile over your lips.

“i love you”

He utters under his breath, marking a pause through the kiss as he hugs you, his lips next to your ear.

“i love you too”

He kisses you again, breaking the hug with a smile.

“let’s get ourselves cleaned up”

He says, looking into your eyes dearly as if this wasn’t all part of his plan to ruin you like he had seen on those filthy videos when you were away.

Cause gosh.. his hands don’t feel like your walls do.

— SUGURU ♡ yuuta thoma XAVIER rafayel leander atsumu kazutora MARIUS —

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

it just so happened to cross my mind, didn’t it ? had an idol in mind while writing that lol, his name began with an S too so Suguru just had to be first… sigh, that damn man.

hope you appreciate this one! likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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I’m listening to a podcast and they mentioned how there is a correlation between gambling addictions and sex addictions and I’m like that’s even more evidence for my headcanon that Mammon was a manwhore before MC 👀👀

#mh hm delicious

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 2 months ago

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❤️‍🔥 𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖹 𝖢𝖠𝖶𝖪 𝖯𝖨𝖢𝖲 ❤️‍🔥

WARNING : +18, nsfw reddit links to dick pics (except for Yunho's who is on a dp website), MDNI⚠️

⚠️ALL BLANK/SPAM/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY IF YOU INTERACT⚠️

Summary : This is how i actually visualize every member's cock, of course, it's my own opinion, it doesn't reflect reality since i don't know what's actually under their pants, it's just hypothetical.

• Hongjoong :

✨️LINK✨️

(it's another one, the 1st one was taken out of reddit)

• Seonghwa :

✨️LINK✨️

• Yunho :

✨️LINK✨️

• Yeosang :

✨️LINK✨️

• San :

✨️LINK✨️

• Mingi :

✨️LINK✨️

• Wooyoung :

✨️LINK✨️

• Jongho :

✨️LINK✨️

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 3 months ago

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cw. fem!reader, choking, use of the word slut, mdni

kuroo’s arms are so big. flexing muscles wrapped around your neck keeping you in place as he fucks you from behind. cum from his last load leaking out of you each time he pulls out to slam his hips against your ass.

thick cock stretching you full, he holds you close against him making sure you feel every inch of himself deep inside you. his hot breath fans across your cheek as his teeth graze your earlobe. your nails dig into his forearm harshly as you draw closer and closer to cumming, you’re surprised that you haven’t broken the skin.

so sweaty and musky, his scent wraps around you enveloping you entirely. all you can hear and smell and see is him and it drives you crazy. his hips give a nasty thrust, his fat tip relentlessly prodding at your sweet overstimulated spot, knocking the air from your lungs. you’re dizzy from both pleasure and the tight headlock he has you in.

“fuck sweetheart,” he rasps into your ear, “you’re going to stay still and take this cock like the slut you are, right?”

his free hand slips between your legs rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as he fucks into you. he gets faster and faster the arm around your neck gets tighter and tighter until your vision is whitening out from your orgasm. you’re shaking, hole fluttering around his cock so much that he can’t help but paint your walls white.

you fall forward onto the bed when he finally lets you go, gasping for air. but your rest doesn’t last long because a few seconds later a hand is pushing you face down into the pillow underneath you. your body still twitches from the aftershock of your orgasm, cum leaking out of your abused hole, but he’s plugging up your sloppy pussy before any more can run out ready to replace any that dripped out of you with a third load.

#back to my husband #i miss u king #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 4 months ago

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Wandering Hands — Ralak’s POV

Ralak x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, explicit language, let’s not spoil it too much this is only a drabble lol, this is my first time writing a males pov so bear with me 🙈

Hope you enjoy! ❤️

She’s showing me her pussy again, subtly, but definitely.

Definitely presenting.

No. She’s not. I’m harsh with my reminder. She’s doing the washing. Hanging our pieces to dry. I look away and clench my jaw so it isn’t obvious how she’s making me feel.

What kind of man would I be if I drooled at the mere sight of her reaching down for whatever flimsy cloth is in that damn bucket? Not one of honour.

I have control. I am in control.

I drag the whetstone against my spear, it’s my third time sharpening it today. Ridiculous, I know. But if I don’t keep my hands busy, they itch to wander.

I sneak another glance, she’s on the tips of her five toes now, pinning up one of her tops. Her tail curls and brushes against her thigh and…

I look away. Again. A man of honour and respect. I huff a sigh, bite my tongue a little. My rut is nowhere near yet she makes it feel like it’s on the cusp of showing his wicked face.

Like I might lose control and allow him to do whatever he wants with her little, fragile body. My cock bobs at the thought. He agrees with my merciless shadow. The man that consumes me every few moons.

My nostrils flare as I fight the burn of me reigning myself in and I drag the whetstone against my blade a final time. Abandoning my spear in the sand, I stalk over to the fishing net.

My hands itch. But I don’t allow them to wander.

Instead, they grip the twine and I drag my feet towards the shore and in the water. I toss the net to catch tonight’s dinner.

That’s what a man of honour does, provide for what is his. The easy task is over before it starts, and I catch enough for tomorrow’s dinner. Good, more time to spend with my mate.

My chest grows with pride, but I quickly shove it down and throw the net over my shoulder with the writhing fish inside. I give a quiet, short thanks to Ewya as I saunter back to shore to cull her sacrifice with my knife.

I peek over at my tanhi as the sudden need to ensure her safety overwhelms me. Relief floods me when I see that she’s sitting on the overturned bucket braiding her hair. Good. That’s what she should be doing, relaxing.

I look down, making quick time in preparing our dinner. The itch is growing quite bothersome. My eyes dart over against my volition, she’s still fiddling with her hair. Good. She’s safe. I force myself to calm down, and focus on the task. Focus.

The fish are clean and boneless. I don’t need her to worry about bones, she’s still not used to them like we reef people are. I toss them in a basket and make my way to the pit. I’m considerably closer to her now and her sharp, pungent scent that wafts over is evidence of that.

Her heat is coming.

Focus. I bite my tongue again, and turn my attention to the charred coal. I need to light this fire. That’s what I need to do.

Yet my eyes wander again, and she’s looking at me. My chest tightens, but I hold her gaze. Her eyes are so soft. I don’t know how else to describe it. I didn’t know eyes could be soft. She’s so delicate, like if I look at her the wrong way she’d break. So I don’t. I don’t let anything come through my face of stone.

She lets her lips curve into a wobbly smile, and my heart leaps but my mouth tightens. She stands and hesitates, likely to make her way over here or not. My instinct says she will. She does.

Little by little, she toddles down the shore towards me. I swallow. Her scent grows stronger, it's thick and practically trailing behind her. Thank Eywa my marui is secluded.

I stiffen, both my body and what’s in my tewng.

“Mate.” I speak the first word as she settles herself on my thigh.

Eywa, give me the strength.

“Ralak.” She whispers, shuffling until she makes herself comfortable in front of me. Forget about lighting this pit. “What are you up to?”

I can’t even remember. Her pussy is hot against my thigh, and notably swollen. My cock throbs. This woman is trouble. I send another silent prayer to Eywa.

“Dinner. Hungry?” I keep it short, I have to.

She nods and bats her thick lashes at me, staring into my soul with her golden eyes. My heart stammers. My hands itch to wander.

Start the fire.

But she’s on my thigh, blocking my view—my path. How could I ever move her out the way?

Lift her up. She weighs nothing.

She can sit here as long as she pleases, it’s her thigh to do what she wants with. Whatever she wants with. I feel my hands mindlessly rest on her hips.

Start the damn fire.

Great, now I am officially a mad man, having arguments with myself in my head.

“Mm.” I let out a nonchalant grunt and allow one corner of my mouth to twitch into something of a smile. “Then I must start this fire. Need you fed.”

She smiles up at me, her canines beaming white. I glance down to see my fingertips sink into her soft, supple skin. I’m clearly not letting her go anywhere.

Her breath is heavy, and so is her chest. Great mother, her breasts look as if they ache, and her nipples are like smooth pebbles in her top. My cock jumps.

She’s almost in heat.

I know. I should have caught more fish.

“Are you telling me to get off, karyu?” She giggles, innocently dragging her plump pussy along my thigh, pretending to get up.

My hands clamp down before I even give them the command, and I immediately loosen my grip when I’m back in control. She knows what that name does to me.

“Never.” I growl, taking an intentional breath to keep myself together.

“Good.” She breathes, happily settling herself back down on top of me, shoving her pussy a little closer to my groin.

I groan a little and feel myself tense even more. At this rate, my cock is going to tear through my tewng and skewer her like a spear.

I feel her lips drag across my jaw and she peppers a few kisses on my chin. She’s teasing me and she knows it.

“What are you up to, mate?” I ask her the question she asked me, even though we both know the answer.

“Nothing.” She says in her sweet, innocent voice as she lays her head against my chest. “Just relaxing, enjoying the moment.”

Ilushit.

“That so, tanhi?” I mutter into her newly-braided, lush hair. It smells as sweet as her scent.

Heat.

My instincts ride me. Alerting me it’s near yet again. It’s almost on her now. Maybe it’ll be sooner than I thought. Tonight, perhaps.

I really should have caught more fish.

The urge to fatten her up strikes me. I need to get her fed and ready for the next few days.

“You need food, tiyawn.” I force myself to unwrench my fingers from her hips.

“A little later.” She mumbles into my chest, nuzzling her face into me. She’s slurring her words a little.

We don’t have ‘later’.

“No, now.” I affirm, leaning back to look at her face. She whines like a child and snuggles further into me, inhaling deeply. She’s scenting me.

There is definitely no ‘later’.

“Come now, tanhi. You need to eat.” I’m stern with my tone, and I’m certain she’s pouting against my chest now. I want to give her anything she desires. “I will be quick.”

She’s still not convinced, and begins wiggling on my thigh. Great mother, please. She’s rubbing against me with no rhythm, inexperienced and innocent. My tewng is too damn tight.

Her whine fades into a whimper and my ears pin back.

I can’t take it, she knows how to get what she wants. I’m certain if I allow it she’d take my cock right here, by the pit. She’s in no sound mind now, her scent is almost suffocating.

I let out a sigh of defeat and shift to the side, getting the fire started single handedly. It sparks to life with a whoosh. I haphazardly shove the fish on a skewer and set it over the flame.

Her movements grow even needier, and her thin fingers wrap around my chest piece for purchase. Good. She can use me how she pleases.

My thigh is getting warm and slippery, her slick is most certainly soaking through her tewng.

Fuck.

I will myself not to look. If I do, I might lose it and fuck her here. I won’t. I flip the fish and let the other side cook until it’s white inside. I continue to support her with my other hand and let my fingers clutch her waist as she squirms against me. She’s clearly in need.

And what kind of a man would I be if I stopped her?

“Get it out, then.” I encourage her gruffly, widening my stance to give her the space to hump at my thigh.

She hides her face in my chest as her hips work overtime, rutting and thrusting into me. Her slick dribbles down the sides of my thigh and my cock is about to burst. I swear, I’m going to explode.

“That’s it.” I mutter under my breath, desperately trying not to cum in my tewng. I distract myself and cook the second half of the fish, but almost burn them because of her sweet, sweet sounds.

“L-Lak…” She moans my name through a tremble as her clit pulses on my thigh. She’s about to cum and make a delicious, little mess on me. I can’t wait. My heart is about to fly out of my chest.

“Say it, numeyu.” I can barely breathe, much less find the words. I yank the semi-charred skewer off the flame and focus solely on her.

“I—” She peeks up from my chest, glossy eyed and tensed brows.

Both my hands grip her with intent, following and encouraging her every thrust as I lock my gaze with hers. I want her to cum on me while she looks me in the eye. I want to see her face melt into pleasure when her pussy flutters on my skin.

“I’m cumming.” She whispers her admission as a tear slips down her cheek.

Oh.

My cock aches. It’s twitching and weeping in my tewng and I can’t help it when my hips buck so I can rub against something. Her brows tense some more and then relax and her lips tremble. Her sweet voice shatters and then I feel it.

Her pussy is throbbing against my thigh. She cumming on me.

“Mmph. Good girl.” I growl a little too loudly for my liking, but I need to reward her.

My hands keep her still so I can feel every second of it, and my hips stutter against her. I want to cum too, inside of her as she looks at me like that again. But I have plenty of time for that, because…

She’s in heat.

She grows weak against me, and her eyelids flutter. I bounce my thigh a bit to jolt her awake, and remind her it’s dinner time. She giggles light heartedly and smiles like a skxawng. She knows what she does to me. She’s trouble.

My trouble.

#WOOF 👅

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 5 months ago

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I can't believe i never reblogged this???? Holy shit

Would you agree that hyunjin is a type of bf who wears y/n's scrunchy or hairband because he wants to carry their scent wherever he goes? uwu

omg how did I know what clip this was before even clicking on the link xD tch hairband is iconic lol

and yes yes!! hyunjin is a bit of a brat, so he is def known for taking things of scm!reader's to keep their scent on him,, reader is also not the only one that gets stolen from -- they all wear each other's clothes whenever given the chance :)) hyunjin will steal shirts and sweaters any time he has the opportunity -- he really likes to keep your scent with him,, it feels like you're still with him even when you can't be at his side :'))

if you wear scrunchies in your hair, hyunjin is not above stealing them and putting them in his own hair :3

it probably goes something a little like this::

Drabble beneath the cut ;)) it gets a little suggestive so minors please dni

pairing: poly!stray kids x fem!reader (chan, Minho, hyunjin and Felix focused) [werewolf!au - petrichor!univese] [poly!skz]

warnings: suggestive content!! no minors pls! teasing, hand kink, Dom!chan, dom!minho, switch!hyunjin, a little choking, member x member relationships, cursing

"Hyunjin!" your disgruntled shout echoes through the pack house, causing said werewolf to lift his head from the phone in his hands. You sigh frustratedly when your rummaging hands can't locate a single hair tie, the drawer that usually houses the scrunchies empty and barren. Tucking some hair behind your ear in an effort to keep it away from your face, you desperately try to locate something to hold it back. Felix wants to bake with you today, and you don't want your hair in your way while you do so.

"Yeah, Pretty?"

Hyunjin's humming response comes from the door, just beginning to enter the room, beckoned by the call of his name. He likes making you mad - that brat. Something about the frustrated look on your face and the way you turn it towards him makes him all hot and bothered. A smirk begins to pull up the corner of his mouth as he leans his tall form against the doorway.

When you whip around to face your mate, you barely have time to take in the obnoxiously attractive way he's leaning against the doorframe. With his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, your heart skips a beat as your chest begins to feel warm.

However, your eyes lock onto the rosy pink scrunchy pulling the top half of his hair away from his eyes before you look too close at Hyunjin's attractive form.

"Jinnie, my hair tie!" you huff, stepping forward into his body with a frown on your lips. "S'it you who keeps stealing them? I can't find anymore!"

Hyunjin chuckles, leaning down closer to your face and you feel your skin get hot as his full lips fill your vision. He uncrosses his arms to pull you close, hands grasping your hips and guiding them towards his own. When you wiggle a little in embarrassment, Hyunjin nearly tosses his head back with a groan. You're a little too close to be moving like that, and Hyunjin nearly leans down to sink his teeth into your neck to keep you still. His wolf snarls inside his mind, goading him into doing so.

"Yeah, s'me," Hyunjin giggles, pushing his head into your neck. He hugs you close, starting to rock back and forth a little as your hands come up into his hair. "I like the way you smell, Angel"

When your fingers delve into the strands of his soft hair, scratching once against his scalp, Hyunjin sighs contentedly. However, still frustrated at your lack of hair tie and now knowing the culprit, your fingers grasp the hair at his scalp and gently pull his head back by the strands.

Though you had not expected Hyunjin to nearly keen when you do so.

The taller man allows his mouth to fall open, a desperate sound escaping his lips as you pull his hair. His body is too hot all of the sudden – too close and far too attractive. Hyunjin's hands dig into your hips, anchoring you to his front as he pushes his own hips a fraction closer.

"Ngh," Hyunjin grunts, his pretty voice echoing through the room as heat fills your stomach. Your mouth parts, not expecting the sound to escape him.

Hyunjin's teeth push at his gums, aching to extend and scrape them against your skin. He can see the raised skin of Chan's mating mark at your throat, and Hyunjin longs to refresh his own - just a few inches lower, so close to the breasts he loves so much.

"Jinnie?!"

Hyunjin doesn't answer verbally this time, simply pushing his hips closer and allowing the stiffening of his pants to respond for him. His chest rumbles in some sort of low purr, his fangs pushing beyond his gums as his hands slide closer to your back side. Your scent fills his senses, and his wolf growls happily - content with the growing arousal of one of their mates.

This had not been what you were expecting when you were searching for your hair tie.

"S'going on in here?"

Minho's voice interrupts the moment, stepping into the room with a grin on his lips. He could feel the growing arousal of one of his mates through the bond, unable to resist the sweet temptation of joining you. His own smirk pulls at his lips as his eyes take in your forms, wrapped tightly around each other as Hyunjin keens.

Your hand is wrapped in Hyunjin's hair, pulling his head back as your mouth drops open the slightest in muted shock. Hips pushed together, Minho feels the bond surge as you realize who has entered the room. His arms crossed across his muscular chest, Minho stands at the door with an eyebrow raised in that cocky look that makes you weak in the knees.

"Minho..." you breathily murmur as Hyunjin's hands squeeze you tight. Feeling hot and tingly, you squirm against the taller's body as he moans.

"Ahh..." the older werewolf hums, stalking into the room with slow strides. His aura is overwhelming, the dominant pheromones obvious to Hyunjin as Minho grows closer. You only see his darkened eyes and salacious grin as he descends on the two of you. "I've got two disobedient puppies, don't I?"

You shy away from his heated look, feeling suddenly submissive under Minho's heavy-lidded gaze.

Hyunjin answers with a weak snarl, wrenching his head from your grip and burying his face into your neck. Beginning to press his soft lips to the skin of your throat, you feel your bond surge with heat as his teeth scrape against the skin. When he comes a little too close to Chan's mating mark, you know it's too late.

The bond between you and the Alpha swells, getting hot and setting your nerves alight. Minho seems to know, his smirk widening as he realizes he'll have a little help putting you and Hyunjin in your places.

"Are you asking to be punished, Pretty boy?" Minho purrs, now close enough to run a hand over Hyunjin's spine. He grins wolfishly, fangs flashing when Hyunjin shivers.

"Sure seems like it."

Chan.

The Alpha steps into the room, radiating dominance and making your skin hot as his eyes roam over your exposed skin and Hyunjin's grip on your hips. You wiggle again, feeling the stiffness at Hyunjin's thighs against you as you sigh breathily. Hyunjin keens again.

This time, Minho's hand grips Hyunjin by his hair, pulling the younger wolf away from your neck with a smirk. Chan descends on the two of you with a dark look in your eyes and you shiver. The Alpha hovers over you with a grin, his muscular form hulking and feeling hot as it comes so close to your skin.

"Yeah?" Chan murmurs, his hand sliding up your front as he takes Hyunjin's place at your front. When his strong hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pushing gently into your mouth and brushing against the bottom lip, you feel so weak under him. Legs nearly trembling and stomach feeling hot, you feel the space between your thighs dampen with arousal. Chan's eyes seem to darken even further when his heightened senses catch the scent.

"You wanna' be punished, sweet thing?" Chan purrs, pushing your head back a little so he can see the raised skin of his mating mark. His wolf snarls happily at the sight of it, looking shiny under the florescent lights. His stomach twists and his chest swells with pride as he turns to Minho with a grin. The two wolves meet eyes, silently agreeing on something as Minho begins to pull Hyunjin out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Hyunjin grins, not expecting the outcome, but certainly happy with it. He follows Minho with a little yip as his lover grips his ass on the way out. Minho laughs, unreasonably attractive in that moment.

Your eyes are drawn back to Chan's dark ones. The Alpha is looking down at you with those heavy eyes and you feel so submissive beneath that lusty gaze. When your lips open to kiss his thumb, softly taking it between your teeth, Chan purrs.

"Yeah you do," Chan murmurs, beginning to pull you back towards the bedroom. "Fuck... my pretty baby."

It's only when Chan pushes you onto the bed, your form falling into Hyunjin's waiting shirtless arms, Minho at your back and beginning to pull away your shirt, does Felix enter the doorway with a shout.

"Hey! We were supposed to be baking!' his incredulous words reach your ears, body sandwiched between two wolves, the third already beginning to join you. It's hot and heavy and your head begins to feel dizzy as the bond swells and surges with arousal.

"Join us then!" Minho turns his head to purr.

Felix sighs with a roll of his eyes, already stepping forward to shut the door behind him. Chan laughs against your skin when Felix begins to pull his shirt off with a huff, sliding onto the bed with a huff.

"You guys are ridiculous - move over."

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