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h8ani · 2 years ago

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In which a silly thought of teasing Rindou for a month would be fun, but after a simple week he would surely snap and make you remember why you should never play games with him

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: fem!reader, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm control, rough sex, reader is alluded to squirting, mean!rindou, potential dubcon, choking, established relationship, masturbation (male)

Here is my submission for @wakashawty NNN collab! This is my first collab ever and was so so so fun to do!

Something about Rindou is, don’t test him. He isn’t one for jokes and there will be consequences even if it’s meant as a joke.

You thought it would be funny, a comical lil thing to do. If you were smart and had even an ounce of self-preservation, this thought wouldn’t have crossed your mind, the thought being discarded as you went on with your day. But yet here you were. Wanting to participate in No Nut November was supposed to be a little joke, you must’ve taken it too far because now you found yourself bent over the back of the couch, hands pinned behind your back, and being edged for what seems to have been hours. You never meant for it to go this far yet here you are.

Rindou’s thrusts are rough and unrelenting as he fucks up into you, his grip on both of your wrists keeping you in place draped over the couch. The sound of skin slapping skin is all you can hear, constantly ringing in your ears as your pussy continues to take the abuse. You felt the wetness drip down your thighs followed by the sickly squelching sound your pussy started to make, you wince once you felt Rindou’s cock still from within you. Embarrassment wasn’t the word you felt while you were powerless over the couch, you were mortified. Rindou pulls his cock out of you and you feel a quick ‘slap’ against your pussy. His fingers gather up your slick before pushing two of his digits in knuckle deep eliciting a choked out moan from you. Rindou kneels down so he’s eye level with your dripping core now, a proud smirk appearing on his face. “Oh? What’s this? Are you enjoying yourself?” He curls his fingers hitting your gspot perfectly, your legs tremble as he starts finger fucking you. “You’re not meant to enjoy this.” He tsk’s from behind you, fingers slamming against your pussy allowing the wetness to drip down your legs.

You try to twist your wrists free, the feeling of being defenseless was something you weren’t particularly fond of, you hated it really, preferring to hold him close to you and have your hands roam across his body— he knew that of course. He knew everything about you, from the way you loved having your hair played with when you had a long day and were sleepy down to what you loathe, but you weren’t meant to like this; this was a punishment for a stupid idea that was brought to fruition.

You hear him groan suddenly, thrusts slowing down and a sigh slips past your lips as you think it’s all over now.

Oh, you stupid, stupid girl.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He says, voice ever so present in your ears.

Rindou sees you tense up, your body stiffening once you hear him. He has to fight back another groan once you involuntarily clench around him.

Rindou doesn’t particularly care to be like this with you, never a fan of “punishing” you if that’s what this even is. He fucking hates being teased, but you knew this, so why did you even try?

“Babe!” Rindou hears you call, your footsteps heard climbing up the stairs. “Babe! Babe! Babe!” You rush into his room with a smile coming across your face. He raises an eyebrow, curious as to what you were so excited about.

“What?”

“Guess what we’re going to do together this month?” Your smile only gets bigger as you speak to him.

“Thanksgiving?”

“Wha? No! Well yes, but not the answer!” Tired of guessing already, he gives you a bored look and waits for you to continue, hands motioning you to finish what you wanted to tell him. “We’re gonna do No Nut November!”

“Absolutely not,” Rindou says quickly which only leads to the most devious smile you could muster.

“Too bad! If I’m playing then you have to play!” You exclaimed before slipping out of his bedroom before he could interject again. You were serious about playing the game too, he knew you were. What he didn’t know was just how dirty you would play it. He could deal with you purposefully grinding your ass into him at night, that was nothing new to him. What he didn’t expect was the tease of a century of you sending lewd photos of yourself while he was at work.

Once his phone vibrates against his desk he thinks nothing of it when he sees your name pop up with a notification of a text, you always send texts while he’s at work. Clicking in his password he clicks the notification only to slam his phone hard against his desk. The photos sent were of you, in a short mini skirt bent over with no panties on, he could see only from the waist down but he noticed your fingers gathering your own slick, slim fingers prodding your entrance like you were teasing yourself. Rindou picks his phone back up to see multiple photos sent that he couldn’t look away from, another text comes in from you ‘ Wish you were the one touching me:( ’ His face now the shade of a tomato and cock pressing hard against his slacks he stands up abruptly and marches down to the single stall men’s restroom. Fingers lock the door quickly and tug his pants down even faster until he finally fists his cock. A low guttural groan leaving him while he thinks of fucking you in that mini skirt, how he wouldn’t even let you touch yourself one bit and allow him and only him to touch you. He strokes himself faster while his thoughts run rampant, precum leaking past his tip until he spills the rest of his seed all over his hand. Rindou curses internally once he looks down to see the mess, head falling back against the stalls door. Once he got home, your little game was going to be over.

To his surprise, he had more restraint than that. In your eyes that was a green light to keep going, you continued, and continued, and continued to tease him. Until one day, you wore that dress, that one fucking dress. The one that you wore on your birthday that brought back so many memories to his mind, specifically memories of him stripping the dress off of you. The dress you were wearing drove him up the wall. You couldn’t plan to wear that and expect him to keep his composure like he did the past week, you just couldn’t.

He knew that you knew what that dress did to him, how the satin snug around your curves in the most perfect way that he went crazy for. So you coming downstairs acting as if you were going out, that didn’t fly with him.

“Y/n” the tone in his voice was enough to send shivers down your spine, you dared to glance over your shoulder to see him standing up. “Come here.” He says simply. You may like to tease and play games but you knew better than to argue, especially with the way Rindou was looking at you.

You made your way over to him, the only sound that could be heard was of your heels against the floor. Once you made it in front of him, his presence seemed more threatening than it was when you were a few feet away. Slowly looking up at him you’re met with his cool lavender eyes, staring so emotionless back down at you.

“I’m only going to say this once. Bend over, before I bend you over myself.”

You were tired yet you needed more, you needed to cum. Constantly being brought to the edge only to be pulled back was a pain you never knew before.

A gasp escapes from your lips once you feel his arm slip in front of you and press two cold silver ringed fingers to your clit. The pressure is enough to bring you back to a high so quickly and make your legs shake. “Please…” you whimper while pushing your plush hips back into his own. Instantly his fingers still against you, hot wet tears beginning to well up in your eyes. The frustration and growing pain in between your legs reaching a new all time high.

“Please what?” His head tilts to the side although you couldn’t see it.

“Wanna cum, ‘m sorry.” You try to grind down into his fingers to alleviate yourself, you expected this not to work in your favor, what you didn’t expect was for Rindou to let your wrists go that he held, the dead weight of your arms falling forward ached from how long they were pinned behind your back, you rubbed your wrists, moving them around in the process.

You’re pulled up by his strong and steady hands, spun around to face him, suddenly making eye contact with him brought a suffocating tension in the air you didn’t feel when your back was the only thing that faced him. The air around you is so weak and brittle, feeling as if it would snap at any moment if given the chance. Your eyes met his with an alertness as he stared through you, the stress from the situation you put yourself in was evident even to him. His stare was uncomfortable, it was meant to be, making you squirm just from a single look from him. Your breath felt constricted as you finally spoke. “Baby…” you say, eyes stinging and rimmed red. You blink and let the stray tears fall, hand quickly wiping them away as you utter, “Please.”

His face softens, arms dipping and hooking around your legs so you can sit on top of the couch, instinctively you wrap your legs around him. “Tell me, love,” he positions himself at your entrance while he speaks. “What month is it again?”

“November?” You say confused, legs spreading to allow him in further. “Why are you asking? What are you getting at?”

“What was that little thing you wanted to do called again? No Nut what?”

“November…” you glare at him, irritation running high now. You begin to close your legs but his hand that was holding onto your waist stops you, causing you to hold yourself up on the couch now. His grip on your thigh is rough as he pushes your legs open further.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? It’s the name of the game sweetheart.” He smiles, a deep chuckle erupting from him. “You’re not cumming, end of story.” With that he pushes in, burying himself to the hilt. A sob rips out of you once he starts fucking you at a brutal pace, the way he still has any energy to continue, his pace unwavering was unbeknownst to you because you were tired, drained even. He was so deep and it was sending your mind into a frenzy making you dizzy with each thrust, your own body wanting to give out and let Rin take you as he pleases.

Tears rolled down your cheeks with every slam of his hips against yours, Rindou just laughs, grabbing your cheeks with one hand simultaneously squishing them, you muster enough strength to glare with the tears blurring your vision. “Don’t you look cute crying, you mad at me now? ‘s that it?” He angles his hips in a way that has you crying his name out, thrusting upward he hits the spongey spot within you that sends your legs into a spasm. You feel your stomach tightening up for the nth time tonight. Your hands reach up to grip his shoulder as you feel yourself so, so close to your orgasm.

Please, please, please.

You were ruined. Silent sobs were let out as you hooked your ankles together, a desperate move for him to stay inside of you. Rindou watches the way you blink more tears away, the hopeless look you had as you stare up at him, silently begging him to allow you to cum. “You gonna quit it with these games?” He brings his hand to your cheek, thumb wiping away whatever tears that continue to fall. You nod almost before he can finish, a slight peek of hope appearing on your face. “You pro-”

“I promise! P-Please, please I wanna cum, I need to cum Rin.” You shakily blurt, pulling him in even closer, feeling him even deeper than before.

“You pull this shit on me again and I won’t be so nice next time.” He says before slipping a hand in between you two, you feel his fingers press against your clit, moving in quick circular motions.

It should embarrass you how quickly the knot in your stomach tightened up, you should be even more embarrassed with the sounds you were making, how pathetic you sounded, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was your impending orgasm and how it will be the best damn orgasm of your life.

Rindou thrusted up into you roughly, now pulling away his hand which elicited a desperate whine from you which he quickly shut down. He wraps his hand around your throat squeezing ever so slightly, your attention now centered on him. “You cum from my cock, understood?” Nodding as well as you could, his grip tightens around your throat, fingers pressing in just the right spot that makes your head tingle. His pace quickens, thrusts still rough and hitting you just right. You were breathless, eyes glazed over and head spinning from the lack of oxygen, but who needed to breathe when all you wanted to do was cum.

Unperceived to you, you clenched tighter the longer you were without any air in your lungs. Rindou groans while watching you with lidded eyes as he feels himself nearing his nth orgasm of the night, thrusts becoming rougher, more erratic. A strangled gasp leaves you as you suddenly feel the coil inside snap, your body overcome by the pleasure consuming you and the mess you were making. Your body shook against his and Rindou releases his grip on your throat. His hands now hold your waist as he finishes inside of you with a grunt, his hot cum pumping inside you, painting your insides white as he rides out his high.

Your mind was spinning, unsure if it was from the sudden oxygen rushing to your head or from the intense orgasm. You slump against him with an exhausted huff, Rindou runs his hand through your hair as you both calm down, the heavy breaths from you both are the only sound that can be heard.

“Learn anything today?” His voice suddenly heard, barely having any energy you lazily nod, head tilting up from against his chest.

“Yeah, November is for Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving alone.”

@bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network

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a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin · 1 year ago

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Flash, Flirt, Fuck

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Rating: Mature/Explicit - Minors DNI (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Sanemi/Reader

Tags: College AU, flashing you classmate, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, spin-the-bottle, truth or dare, light banter, AFAB reader, mildly dubious consent (due to alcohol), wingman Makio, switch reader

Wordcount: 3.4k

Flash your crush or eat your friend's potentially hazardous takeout leftovers? The dare is a no-brainer, even if your crush happens to have permanent resting bitch face and has made a few of the college freshmen almost piss themselves in fear. You know he's not all hard edges, so what's the harm?

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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“I dare you to flash Sanemi,” Makio slurred, the four drinks she’d slammed starting to affect her speech.

You laughed, taking a sip of your spiked lemonade- the only alcoholic drink you could handle as the lightweight of your college group. You were barely on your second and already feeling quite the buzz; chest light and a weightlessness to your limbs that would turn to lead once the booze began to wear off.

“You want me to walk all the way to the boy’s hall to flash Sanemi? The resident hardass?”

Makio grinned, bringing the amber bottle to her lips and keeping eye contact while she took a deep pull. It was always astonishing to watch her retain most of her fine motor skills even when sloshed to high heaven while you would fail a drunk driving test sober. You’d already missed your mouth once, resulting in a rapidly drying spot on your shirt that still smelled like booze.

“You gonna take the penalty instead?”

“Ew, no,” you waved your hand, cringing at the idea of having to eat whatever leftover (and probably moldy) food was stuffed in the back of Suma’s fridge. The girl had a habit of forgetting takeout and growing new strains of bacteria that should probably be classified as hazardous waste and disposed of as such. “I like my life, thank you.”

“It’s not that bad!” Suma sipped her drink, lip wobbling. “I cleaned it out last month. You guys are so meaaaaan!”

“Get going, then,” Shinobu waved you off, smiling lazily and swirling the glass of wine she was nursing. “And one of us will tail you to make sure you don’t chicken out.”

“I’m glad you all will be enjoying this,” you stood, almost toppling over as the floor swayed. “Because I’m 100% sure I’ll be getting chewed out for flashing my tits instead of the thanks I deserve for blessing him with this view.”

“You can cry yourself to sleep later,” Makio called after you, laughter from the large group echoing behind you, a stupid, drunk smile still on your face.

The boy’s hall was one floor down, and you didn’t trust yourself on the stairs, so you had to wait for the elevator. Heat rolled off your skin from the warmth of the room you’d just left- it had been near suffocating with the bodies of all your friends pressed together in a game of Spin-the-Bottle. The suggestion had come from Mitsuri, and the rest of you agreed, eager for some fun and laughs. The dares had started off simple, as had the truths, devolving into more debauched and crazy requests as the alcohol hit everybody’s systems.

The elevator doors finally opened, and you entered, mashing the button for the floor below yours while leaning against the wall languidly.

It was Hinatsuru who’d actually gotten you into this predicament, if you really thought about it. The conversation had turned to the boy’s hall earlier on in the game, around the time you’d chosen truth on your turn.

“Fuck, marry, kill,” Hinatsuru said. “With Tengen, Sanemi, and Kyojuro.”

Your answer had surprised everyone, leaving mouths agape around the entire circle when you chose to off the infamous lady-killer Tengen, marry the college heart-throb Kyojuro, and fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. No explanation was provided in the following uproar, but you hadn’t been so drunk as to miss the devious sparkle that lit in Makio’s eyes. She’d been waiting for you to choose “dare” and pounced the moment the words had left your lips.

Now you were stumbling down the hall, counting doors until you reached room 413. You paused for a fraction of a second, wondering if you should think through the all the possibly embarrassing outcomes, but didn’t let the hesitation sway your resolve. Rapping on the door, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. A few moments passed and you wondered if maybe Sanemi was out, and you wouldn’t have to complete the dare. Maybe you’d get a pass (and also wouldn’t have to consume any of the potentially fatal food from Suma’s fridge).

The universe had other plans, however, as the door opened to reveal a scowling white-haired man. The black sweats he wore hung low on his hips, a white undershirt clinging to his torso and leaving his shoulder bare. The jagged scars across his entire body did nothing to hinder the butterflies starting to dance in your gut at the sight of him.

He’d been your crush since you started school, and until tonight you’d hidden it pretty well. Almost everyone thought he was a grumpy asshole (which he could be sometimes), and you’d even been half-frightened to death the first time you’d seen him, his sharp voice making your heart stutter in fear, but the trepidation quickly faded as you watched him interact with faculty and some of the younger students. He was respectful, if blunt, and even if he was a bit harsh on the new kids, he went out of his way to make sure they got to the right classes. You’d caught the tail end of his conversation with what you assumed was his younger brother a few weeks back that solidified your perception of him to be correct: he was a big softie underneath that prickly exterior.

It also didn’t hurt that Sanemi was gorgeous to look at. He obviously took good care of himself, and had stunning features: lavender eyes, white hair, and long lashes. He wasn’t as tall as some of the other guys in school, like Tengen, but you didn’t give a flying fuck when his body looked like that and his voice had that raspy growl when he spoke.

“What do you want?”

The flat tone broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality where Sanemi stood with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. As much as you felt like throwing up from the way your nerves were turning the butterflies in your stomach into poisonous slugs, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and flipped it up. The cool air of the hall raised gooseflesh on your stomach and tits, and you almost shivered.

The look on Sanemi’s face went from blank, to confused, to alarmed in less than a second, and you wished you could have recorded it to watch later. You dropped your top back down, tilted your head with a coy smirk, and clasped your hands behind your back as you took a step back, turning on your heel to head back to your friends without a word, dare complete.

“What the hell-”

A hand encircled your wrist and you paused, looking back at Sanemi.

“Yeah?”

Sanemi looked lost, an expression you hadn’t expected to see on his face after your little display. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the faintest blush dusting his ears and the high point of his cheek bones.

“What was that for?” he demanded, finally finding his voice.

“A dare,” you shrugged, answering before your brain caught up with your mouth.

He let go of your hand, straightening and recovering his usual pissy frown. You stayed rooted to where you were, staring at him with a curious gaze.

“Just a dare? Not… ‘cause you wanted to?”

He sounded borderline petulant if your ears were hearing things right. You kicked aside your nerves to step closer, meeting his eyes and getting uncomfortably close to him.

“Can’t it be both?”

He swallowed, eyes flickering down to your parted lips.

“Is… it?”

You lidded your eyes, grinning up at him, a breath away from his face. His own eyes were starting to grow a bit hazy with want, sending a thrill through you.

“Why don’t you use some context clues?”

“Why don’t you spell it out for me?” he countered, hands coming up to rest gently on your hips.

You caught your lip between your teeth, sliding your fingers under the edges of the narrow white straps of his tank top and tugging him closer.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Sanemi’s arms were around you before you realized it, and your world was literally turned on its head as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. A doorframe passed your view, and the creak and slam let you know that you were inside his room before he threw you onto the bed, eyes filled with lust.

“Say the word,” he caged you in with his arms. “And I’ll stop.”

“What do I say to make you keep going?” you asked playfully, sliding your hands down his chest.

Sanemi made a noise in his throat, surging forward to capture your lips with his. His tongue danced along your teeth and you nipped at his lower lip, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sage green covers crumpled under your back as you writhed under the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles just above your hip bones.

“I didn’t get a good look at these earlier,” Sanemi pulled back breathlessly, hooking his fingers under your shirt and lifting it to your chin. “Open.”

You obeyed, and Sanemi stuffed the hem of your top into your mouth, making you hold it up while he dropped to lavish your breasts with attention. One calloused thumb pad brushed over the pebbled nub, sending sparks throughout your body, whimpers escaping around the fabric clenched in your teeth. His tongue pressed against the other nipple, enveloping it in heat. You tried to draw your legs up, but Sanemi forced them apart with one knee, pressing into your crotch. You squirmed against it, trying to get friction, not caring if you looked desperate.

Sanemi pulled back, relieving you completely of your shirt as he tugged it over your head. Your mouth finally free, you propped yourself up on your elbows to chase his lips. He obliged you, letting the taste of his mouth fill yours, a hand dropping to trace your skin with blunt fingertips. Everything was heady from alcohol and lust, and you giggled against his touch. It was like a dream: you and Sanemi.

The hunger for more was quickly sinking its teeth into your stomach.

You pushed yourself up, forcing Sanemi’s compliant form back until he was sitting on his knees. Hands found their way to his waistband, and he assisted in removing the offending fabric. Hot, moist breath fanned over his erect member, one of his hands already buried in your hair. You pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside, licking up and reveling in the sharp intake of breath above you.

“Fuck,” Sanemi groaned.

You took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the dark pink head to hear those lovely noises that he tried desperately to hold back escape from his throat. Scarred hands had threaded through your hair and gripped tightly, controlling your movements. Spit dripped down the sides of his dick and clung at the corners of your mouth as Sanemi fucked your face, eyes locked on where his cock slipped in and out of your swollen lips.

“Shit,” he cursed, pulling you off of him after a particularly deep thrust that had left you gagging around him. “Are you-”

“Good,” you assured him, eyes half closed in contentment, flickering downwards as you caught your lips between your teeth.

“Lay down,” Sanemi instructed, an amused smile creeping onto his face as you scrambled to obey.

He moved to between your legs, a hand dropping to slide against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. You whimpered, wriggling against his touch and clutching the sheets with both hands.

“Touch your tits,” Sanemi said. “Since you were so intent on showing off earlier.”

You flushed a deep ruddy color, hands hesitantly coming up to brush over your breasts as a sliver of embarrassment wormed its way into your brain. Sanemi watched your face, your own gaze obscured by lowered lashes and intent on staring at his hand moving at your core.

“Look at me,” he commanded, drawing your eyes to his. “Say my name.”

“S-Sanemi.”

Now that Sanemi was controlling the situation, you found yourself more nervous and unsure of yourself, not used to having the attention on you like this during sex: his smoldering intense gaze and demand for eye contact unsettled- but also thrilled- you.

“Again,” Sanemi pressed one finger against your entrance.

“Sanemi…” you swallowed, body tensing involuntarily.

“Relax,” he lowered himself down until his breath warmed your neck, pressing kisses against your throat. “Say it again.”

“Sanemi-”

Your voice pitched up at the end of his name as his finger plunged into you, velvet walls clenching at the intrusion. Sanemi swore under his breath, rolling his hips against the mattress in time with the slow thrusts of his finger inside of you, slowly pressing another in alongside it after a minute. Your whole body rippled and clenched, searching for more stimulation and touch, arms wrapping around Sanemi’s broad shoulders.

“More, please,” you whined into his hair.

“Already? You sure you’re ready?” Sanemi asked, lifting his head to look you in the eye.

You nodded, furrowing your brow and frowning. Sanemi tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips and cleared his throat to cover a laugh at your pout. His fingers withdrew from the warmth of your body, making you gasp. He readjusted, positioning himself at your entrance, and you could swear you saw his hands tremble from excitement.

“Fffffu-” Sanemi’s swear was cut off as you clenched around him.

As much as you tried to relax, the pressure between your legs made your body flex and tense. It wasn’t making Sanemi’s job any easier- although from the look on his face, you assumed it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

“Shit, you’re so- fuck-”

The garbled praise stroked your ego. You wiggled your hips, feeling a bit of satisfaction when Sanemi grabbed them to keep you from moving, face turning pink as his mouth fell open.

“D-don’t do that. Give me a second.”

“Aww,” you crooned, teasing a bit. “Pussy too good?”

“Shut up,” he scowled (not a true scowl, you noted with delight) and pulled his hips back, snapping into you with a ferocity you didn’t expect. A gasp escaped your lips and your own cheeks pinked.

The pace was slow but steady; deep strokes dragging against your plush walls. Each time he plunged into you it felt like he pressed farther in, hitting deeper and deeper until you were sure he couldn’t get any more in your guts than he was, only to be proven wrong. You were breathless as each thrust forced the air from your lungs in a choked whimper, Sanemi’s hips bruising the back of your thighs with the amount of force he applied in retaliation for your teasing.

Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull, mouth open in a silent cry, tits bouncing with each slap of skin.

“What’s the matter?” Sanemi taunted, throwing your words back into your face. “Dick too good?”

You whimpered a reply, digging your hands into the covers that had rucked up around your head from all the movement. The ridges of the ropy scars adorning his hips were quickly imprinting themselves into the skin of your backside from the harsh impact of each thrust. Sanemi’s pale skin had flushed across his chest and cheeks from the exertion, heat rolling off his figure in waves. A faint sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, glittering in the low light of Sanemi’s bedside lamp as lewd sounds filled the air.

Your keens began to pitch upwards at the end as Sanemi adjusted the angle he fucked into you at, curling his body over yours and pressing his lips against your collarbone as you released the sheets to anchor your hands in his hair once again. Dark marks painted the column of your neck and along your decollete, purple and damp from Sanemi’s mouth. His hips stuttered against yours, movements starting to become frantic and erratic as your legs instinctively locked around his waist, drawing him closer. He snaked one hand down between the two of you, fumbling fingers flicking your clit with a marked lack of the earlier finesse he’d displayed.

You legs flexed, core winding tighter until a well-timed thrust had you spilling over the edge, his name tearing from your throat. The fluttering of your lush walls around him as you came was Sanemi’s undoing, his own orgasm ripping through him as he groaned your name in a hungry desperation, hips still rutting into you even as the bliss began to fade. It was as if he didn’t want it to end, pushing himself impossibly closer to you and locking his arms around your neck in an embrace as his body slowed to a standstill, half-crushing you under his weight.

“Stay for a bit?”

The faint request was mumbled breathlessly, almost inaudible. You cracked open your eyes, which had fluttered shut in ecstasy earlier. Sanemi was propped on his elbows, half-hovering over you. The tension rose again, something in his eyes melting your heart into a warm sludge that settled in your stomach.

The moment was shattered by a loud voice shouting just outside Sanemi’s door.

“You have five seconds to become decent before I come in!”

Shinobu’s voice wasn’t hard to recognize, and your face went white. Sanemi threw his shirt at you, grabbing his pants and shoving both feet in, comically wiggling them on. His shirt was just long enough to cover up the important parts on you, even if your nipples were a bit visible through the thin material. The door flung open (Shinobu had granted you an extra second, which you were thankful for) to reveal the dark-haired woman standing with one hand on her hip, the other holding the door wide. The rest of your friends were accumulated behind her, peering around and over her shoulders in varying degrees of shock and delight at your compromising position.

Sanemi glanced between your embarrassed face and the group of girls blocking his door. You could see him put two and two together in his head.

“Did you all have to tail me?” you covered your red face with your hands.

“I take it I have one of them to thank for that dare?” Sanemi’s resting bitch face was back in action as he left the bed, striding over to the group.

“You’re welcome,” Makio raised her bottle in a lazy salute.

“I’ll send you a thank-you card later,” Sanemi took control of the door back from Shinobu. “In the meantime; I’d appreciate it if you’d stop clogging up the hall.”

“I can’t believe she’d rather fuck you than Tengen,” Makio shook her head, pushing off the wall.

“Tengen?” Sanemi raised a brow.

“She chose to kill Tengen in Fuck, Marry, Kill,” Suma offered. “And to Fuck you.”

“Suma!” you groaned. “Can you all just leave?”

Sanemi leaned lazily against the door.

“So is that why you dared her to fuck me?”

There was a chorus of laughter, none louder than Makio’s. Sanemi raised his brows, watching the woman doubled over in laughter.

“We never dared her to sleep with you,” Makio finally straightened, wheezing. “Just to flash her tits.”

The door slammed in their faces, Sanemi’s back to you as he locked it. You swallowed, hands holding the hem of his shirt down over your thighs as you sat in his bed. Sanemi’s shoulders heaved as if he was taking deep breaths.

“You… didn’t get dared to fuck me?”

Sanemi spun on his heel, in front of you before you realized it. His lavender eyes locked with yours. It took a second for you to notice the cocky smile playing on his lips.

“No, but I wanted to, though,” you wet your lips, eyes roving over Sanemi’s face. “Does it matter?”

His lips pulled back to reveal a full smile, something you’d never seen before. His hands came up to either side of your face. When his face was a fraction away from yours, he paused, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Hell-fucking-no,” he growled, surging forward to catch your mouth with his.

Outside the room and down the hall, the gaggle of girls waited at the elevator, voices not exactly quiet.

“Why did you make her flash Sanemi?” Mitsuri asked Makio. “You know he can be… rough around the edges. What if he’d… not been into it.”

Makio laughed.

“A little birdie told me Sanemi had a bit of a crush on a certain someone,” the blonde tossed her empty bottle into a trash receptacle. “And I had a perfect opportunity to play matchmaker. Why shouldn’t I?”

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pandorasfavorite · 1 year ago

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Hii your my favorite writer!! Can you do where at Raw after the R has a match and Dom gets hard and he jerks off in the dressing room and the R catches him and dirty talks him and is sweet in a way but helps him get off then he gets really touchy after with the R and the R keeps telling him to wait till they get to the hotel and it’s just smut smut smut smut after they get back to the hotel

Switch, then switch again

AN: This may be the longest smut I've ever written. Also pls comment I love to hear y'all's feed back. THIS IS FILTHY AND YALL WANTED IT.

You turned Dominik on so easily. Truly it was like a fucking curse. Nearly every time he saw you in that skimpy outfit you wore on Monday night raw, he could barely keep it in his pants. In fact, the problem got so bad he had to stop going ringside with you for weeks, at least until he could get himself under control. Today was one of those days where he had to swallow down the curses threatening to spew from his mouth the moment he saw you.

You went off to your match and Dominik excused himself. He strode off to the dressing room and he locked the door behind him. Dominik slouched against the back of the door in attempt to relax and calm himself down. Beads of sweat began to roll down his face and he hastily wiped them off. The memory of you just moments prior was killing him. Dominik couldn't take it anymore, he kicked off his shoes and pants; moving to the bench in the center of the room. He sits down and shoves his hand down his hands, his head tilted back just barely with relief. Dominik stroked his cock till he was fully hard; not that it took long to do. Then he closed his eyes and pictured everything about you down to the detail of the underwear you slipped on this morning.

His thumb brushed over the tip of his cock and he teased himself to the thought of you bent over moaning and taking his cock like a slut. He tightens his hand and quickens his pace; he is tired of not feeling the relief he desperately needs. Dominik was lost in a horny haze that only you could break him out. He was feeling so dirty and deprived of you that his fist was just barely enough to tip him over the edge. Regardless he gasps and groans your name like a symphony, till he is cut off by the rattle of the door. You push the door open and Dominik is scrambling to reach for his pants that he threw off without care originally.

You let the door click shut behind you; the lock gets clicked in place also. Dominik looks up completely and his look of embarrassment fades just a bit at the sight of you. He huffs a sigh of relief, "Thank god it's just you baby". You walk over to Dominik; moving to stand behind him. Your hands roam the expanse of his chest and down his stomach, just inches from his rock-hard cock. The closer you got the heavier Dominik's breathing got. "Mhm, just me", you lean down and whisper into his ear; you kiss the side of his neck. Dominik tilts his head to give you more room out of instinct. "Want some help?", you ask him even though the answer was twitching throbbing against his leg. "Yea - yes", he nods and reaches to touch your hand that was moving against him so slowly.

You smack his hand lightly, "No touching" An immediate whine slips from his lips. Dominik fucking hated when he was denied the privilege of putting his hands on you. "How about this? I'll tell you all the things I want you to do to me. And you sit and listen", you suck a mark onto his mark and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of Dominik. He swallows before nodding; he is clearly trying not to let you take complete control. Now you move to kneel in front of him, your face just inches from his cock. There was a wet spot of precum staining his grey boxers that had your mouth watering. "I want to ride you until my legs get tired", you run a hand down his leg before grabbing his hand and putting it onto his cock. Dominik sucks in a sharp breath and the good feeling it brings.

You smile at him deviously, watching the way he is stroking his cock and just barely biting his lip in an attempt to stop his filthy moans. "Then I want to taste myself on your cock", Dominik groans and his hips jolt up, his cock sliding in and out of his fist. "I want you to sit still and moan while you suck my tits", you say while leaning forward to press a kiss to his knuckles. Dominik's breaths hitches at the proximity your mouth is to his cock, he felt like he could explode any minute now. You could tell he was close by the way his lips parted and his other hand gripping the side of the chair so harshly. And you knew exactly what to say. "I need you to be my good boy~ can you do that baby?", you smile at him so sweetly he barely registered the streams of cum spilling from his cock and onto his boxers.

You kissed his spent cock from where it lay limp against his lips. Dominik's head snapped down from you and he jolted at the overstimulating feeling, "haah fuck - fuck don't". That was your favorite thing to see and hear. Your boyfriend was all fucked out and begging you to be nice to him all while he looked strong enough to flip you over and take over any minute, the uncertainty was amazing.

You tap Dominik's leg to get his attention completely, "Stand up so we can get you cleaned up". "Alright", his voice comes back to that familiar cocky tone you love so dearly. You handed Dominik a rag to wipe up the sticky cum that was against his skin, his cheeks were flushing red as you watched him clean up. Afterwards he pulled up his pants and threw the rag away, yet he wasted no time moving towards you. One hand lays flush against your back while the other is on the back of your neck, pulling your body right against his. Dominik dips you down and kisses your neck hungrily, his tongue sticking out to run along your skin.

Dominik was so good with his tongue and kissing that you didn't want to pull away from the feeling. In fact, it was so good, that gasps were already tumbling from your mouth at his attempt to work you up. At your gasp, Dominik groans into the crook of your neck, and his hands only get more feverish. He moves his hands to cup your ass, squeezing and flushing your skin. He tightened his hands around you; pulling you against him as his mouth worked against your body so naturally. A raspy groan slipped from his lips as your body felt like heat gracing his hands.

You were so distracted by the way his hands moved against your body so sensually and perfectly. Dominik was used to every inch of your body yet every time he touched you he felt like he discovered a new treasure. You fought the prodding idea of letting Dominik fuck you in the dressing room, your mind flickered to the idea of a more intimate setting in the hotel. You push Dominik back a bit and he immediately backs up with a deprived look, "You need to wait until we get to the hotel" you chaste at him. Dominik raises an eyebrow and gives you a dirty smirk that means he wasn't planning on listening. In his mind, your body was calling to him and just the sight of you made his cock stir again. He moves to touch you again but you give him a mean look that Dominik knew better than to cross.

He towers over you and his eyes continuously dart down to your lips that he would do anything to kiss. "I need you so bad right now Hermosa", he says with an intense look that is laced with tension. Dominik's aura was like no other and it captivated your body in unexplainable ways, you had to get to the hotel before you really did fuck him right then and there.

The car ride there and walk to the hotel room was quiet but suspenseful. The whole time you felt Dominik's gaze burning into you and you could hear his steps following you just as quickly. You swipe the key card and open the hotel room, only to be hoisted up off the ground and pushed against the wall by the door. You gasp and throw your arms around Dominik's neck to keep yourself steady. "I just want to make you happy", he huffs in that deep voice that has goosebumps rising on your body. You start to push his clothes off his body and your hands slide under his shirt, your fingertips gliding over his smooth skin. You pull the shirt off of him and you are met with your favorite aspect of his body, his heavily tattooed arms that are flexed.

You then tug down his pants as far as you can, and just enough to slide your hands down to his cock. He rolls his hips against your hands at the feeling of your soft hands stroking his cock, and his mouth falls open just a bit at the sensation. You giggle and kiss the side of your mouth, "One touch and you're already moaning like a bitch", you taunt him. Dominik's eyes flicker with a look of challenge, he steps out of his pants and grips you tightly. So much so the imprints of his fingers tint your skin. He spins around and drops you on the bed, practically ripping off every piece of clothing he touches. He grinds down against you, his lips turning up in a grin when you moan. The cloth of his boxers slides against your pussy, and you feel the heat pooling in your core.

If you felt good you know that Dominik felt more than good. Despite his smirk and the teasing tone of voice, mentally he was fighting the idea of drilling into you the moment you said 'please'. He rolls his hips directly against you again and this time he groaned at the tremble in your moan and the way you moved up against him. "You make me feel amazing baby", he just barely whispered by your ear. One of his hands was grasping the thick of your thigh while the other was placed on your face; this thumb moving across your bottom lip. Your chest was moving up and down quickly, he was taking too long.

With all your strength you put your hands on his broad shoulders and you flipped him over on his back. You straddled Dominik completely, your legs spread widely in order to be comfortable. Dominik huffed as he hit the pillows and his eyes shined with desire, he knew you'd make this quick. You considered just barely sinking down onto his cock, and letting him work you open just barely. But he looked so good and in that moment you quickly decided to sit down against his thigh.

You moved up just enough for your thigh to barely graze his cock, Dominik was reeling at the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against his leg. You held onto him by putting your hands down on his stomach and your stomach clenched at the notion his tensed thigh did to you. His head was thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed down as many groans as he could manage. Yet each time your thigh bumped against his cock his mouth fell open with a flow of praises, "Do that again - shit right there princess, s' so good". Dominik holds himself up with one hand and he watches the way you are desperately rocking against his thigh.

Dominik notices the way you slow down and the whine that tumbles from your lips without meaning to. He has a splitting grin when he sits up completely and takes you by the hips. Your body is glistening with sweat that accentuates your every curve just the way Dominik likes it. He pushes you completely onto his thigh and he guides your body to continue using his thigh for pleasure. In a flash of realization, you lightly smack Dominik's hands away and you try and finish the job yourself. Dominik now adheres to a cocky expression that makes you gush. "Oh, you want to be in control mami? Do it then", he taunts you and smacks your ass before laying down with his hands behind his head.

You grit your teeth and glare at him from your spot on his thigh. He wants to be cocky? Easy. You grab his cock from the base and you move over him, slipping his cock inside of you to the hilt. You clench around him and Dominik instinctly groans loudly, moving to sit up again. You push him back down and grind down on his cock as hard as you can. Both of your bodies are together and moving in a fluid motion. Dominik wasn't ready for you to be sitting on his cock and toying with him. "Don't fucking stop, baby", he grits and stares at the way your tits are bouncing with every movement.

The more you move against him the closer you get, your fingers drop down to your clit and Dominik's eyes widen at the filthy sight you gave him so willingly. He wishes he was the one touching you in that way, but he knew you would punish him and deprive him of what was so close. As the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot inside of you, you moaned and collapsed, your hips just barely riding out the orgasm. Dominik was panting, feeling just as close considering the newfound tightness of your orgasm. Just as his thrusts were getting sloppy and he was on the brink of spilling inside of you... you rolled off of him and lay beside him with a shit-eating grin.

You turned your head to look at Dominik's betrayed face. "That's what you get", you stick your tongue out at him. Dominik huffs out a laugh but that was quickly forgotten when he is on top of you. He is down on his knees in front of you but you are laid back with your thighs clenched tightly. "Spread your legs", he tells you and taps your knee as a sign to do what he says. You shake your head no and you smile like a brat. "Spread your legs or I'll fuck your thighs like a slut, mami".

You couldn't find it in you to disobey. You spread your legs just enough for Dominik to slide between them, he spits on your clit and sucks on it. His tongue is moving against your clit, overstimulating you instantly. You moan so loudly, the feeling of heat reoccurring in your stomach. Dominik pulls away and slides his cock inside of you without hesitation. "Can't help it can you? You love when I'm desperate for you, stroking my cock to the thought of you", he pounds into you so hard your body is jumping with every thrust. "That's my good girl".

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grimauxiliatrixofficial · 7 days ago

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Little blurb regarding the Night Lords compliance of planet 21204, Kragia(kr-adge-ee-uh)

The planet was titled 21204 in archival records, originally named Kragia, yet the indigenous human population now named it as it had earned.

Kings-end.

Named so in loathe for the once-rulers of the world, a brutal monarchy built on mechanized control. Those old Kings had brought to bear a near innumerable force of battle automata as their mailed fist, controlling the populace by voyeuristic delight in fear.

The grand machines of punishment stood sentinel over massive swathes of the planet. On every street corner, in every dark alley, at every small event or occasion by the populace. They waited and watched. It could be said that the machines took their sole pleasure in inflicting pain and terror, their artificial minds bent toward human suffering at the slightest provocation.

The Kings of old demanded their people be struck into straight lines of regimented work and short nights of pleasureless rest. Even the lowest of the people falling an iota out of compliance would result in terrible reckoning of machinewrought horror.

It had taken the cooperative efforts of the 212th expeditionary fleet and their Iron Warrior guests just over three weeks of siege and slaughter to buckle the resolve of the old regime.

It was to the great reluctance of Sycorax that he admit it, but his cousins in the IV legion had contributed more to their victory than even his own hand.

At the highest citadel of the Kragian Kings, the Black Keep, the Night Lords duelled and brawled with the greatest of the machine lords. They scrapped and scrabbled for long days to gain any foothold on the world, quite put out of place against an enemy that felt no fear and held that very same pleasure in fear as the VIIIth legion themselves.

The Iron Warriors provided their siegework to aid them then, softening up the stolid structures of the enemy fortresses and laying low the Steel Fearmongers by the thousands. The oath sworn by the Lord Warsmith Pelepon was that they would get the Night Lords inside and no further, the assault was to be left to the VIIIth.

It had heen a brutal slog up the fortified mountain of the Black Keep, Night Lords blasting past ruined defenses and craters trenchlines in a mad dash to capitalize on the breach provided by their cousin legion. The ground was wet with oily water and ruined Fearmongers uncounted, but they had their trail; these great old Kings would not sit fat and happy for much longer.

Sycorax sat in his rattling seat aboard his land raider Spartan, lovingly nicknamed in nostroman "The Blazing Hound That Kills The Hand That Feeds" or simply "The Murder Hotdog". He sat in uncharacteristic quiet.

The first word spoken since embarkation was owed to Raxis of the Lords Shadows, "Do you think they are human, or xenos?"

Sergeant Devio's head clicked up at the intrusion to their silence, clearly not wishing his brother Champions ire, "What?"

"Y'know," a pause as Raxis turned to his brothers. "Barbarus was ruled by secretive xenos warlords, it could be that these storied Kings of old could be the same?"

Cyrax snorted the start of his response through his vox grille in a small shrieking dismissal, "Brother, do you ever read the brief at all? They are storied to be the long inbred line of the first human settlers of this world." He shook his head.

"Yes!" Continued O'Connely, the youngest of Nefarion Tactical Section. "But it is also said that the Vth legion faced down a host of mind controlling xenos known as Neph--"

"You're getting your hopes up," Sycorax was loathe to interject as he had worse things on mind at the moment than this paltry conversation. "so pleased to sink blades into the Alien that you would ignore the threat Present?"

"No, Lord Champion." Answer Raxis.

"You two have been chattering at your xenoscore for weeks now, you'll have your alien blood when the time comes for it." Supplied Devio, clearly backing his brother champions bid for silence.

"No one has seen hair nor hide of these 'Kings' in centuries now, all's I am saying is that no one knows what manner or means they've devised to lash this world into compliance!" Came O'Connely. He twitches a bit, a need for bloodshed clear in his minute clicking disquiet. It had been days since any one of the Night Lords had sunk a blade into flesh. There are no screams nor pleas for mercy, there is no foe to terrify in this place and it is making the entire Company choleric and unfocused.

Devio was becoming rancorous now, "You cannot lay your hope on spilling xenos blood here, it is a human owned world and it shall be human blood spilled when we reach the tip of that thrice damned tower." He turned to Sycorax, "To that end, have the IVth given word as to the extent of their breach in the curtain wall?"

Dmitri Sycorax had always admired Devio for this exact reason, a calm mind capable of steering even the most tedious of their squads squabbles back to tactical consideration and away from the relish of blood. "Yes, it is said to be a shattered section two kilometres in width. The rubble itself should be a climb of a few dozen metres."

"See now, fool? You should be worried about making the climb and spilling more of these damned machines oilblood!"

The Spartan rattled once, then twice.

Sycorax knew the signs. "We are approaching the wall, the IVth will not stop their bombardment until we are fully against the walls." The IVth could provide a terribly close shave in their crawling artillery strikes, it only bothered Sycorax far enough to turn his wrath upon the Lord Commander for allowing such tactics to be used at all.

A blast shook the entire vehicle whole, forcing each astartes to brace and lock armor.

"Is he damned mad!?" Cried Raxis, echoing the sentiment of the entire company in turn.

The Lord Commander of the 72nd, Lord Excrucius, had ordered this slipshod tactic.

"Oh he knew what he was doing. He will not suffer this racket with his Court Raptorial." Came the bitter denouncment from Sycorax himself. He was damned tired of following an aggressive fool into "glorious battle". Excrucius' glory was bought by the lives of hundreds of Night Lords since the beginning of the Great Crusade.

"Terran bastard." Muttered Devio.

The clatter of explosions came to a deeper crescendo than before, a terrible and continuous crash of sound and shaken tread. "30 seconds." Declared Sycorax, and his men all nodded. They knew when to shut up, when to not tempt the young Lords blade.

It was always before battle. Silence and focus were what tied Sycorax to the moment, the lull before the storm.

Vox from the driver came overhead, "prepare for launch, Lords." They needn't be told twice. In turn, each of the 20 men of Nefarion stood and faced forward in crowded ranks toward the front of the assault vehicle.

"I SO hope it is xenos..." Raxis muttered, earning him a swat to the back of his helm by second Sergeant Kriiz, who took to cue from the rest of them and stayed quiet for the entire ride.

The men of Nefarion tactical section checked their weapons a final time and tensed for the inevitable roar. It came in a doelful silence, the Iron Warriors guns suddenly dying away and leaving the ring of contrasting quiet.

The Spartan door slammed down to a scene of utter carnage, a dozen other Spartans packed just as full with their own sections of killers. Each section filed forward with a roar in unison, "TO ASHES AND BLOOD!"

Blue armor crackled with lightning pushed forward to the breach in carefully spreading ranks, into gloryless and bloodless war against the Machine.

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The Royal Tower had been hard won by Nefarion, Sycorax would never forgive Excrucius for this ignominy. While Nefarion and their adjoining sections took losses too grevious to countenance, the Court Raptorial made roving raids against the seven lesser towers surrounding the Royal Spire. It disgusted him. So many of HIS good employees dead for so little reward and glory. So many brothers killed by the vile machines or cast to the sky by gravturrets that dotted the entire complex.

Yet here he was, on the landing before a pair of great doors. He huffed and struggled to catch his breath, two of his lungs punctured by broken ribs from the crush and sway of the gravity weaponry. He was ready to end this once and for all.

The remains of his formation was limping behind him, he had been forced to beat or kill a few of them himself to ensure they held to the objective. He would not be one of the many who ran. He would not let any of them fall to the cowardice afforded their Lords above. They were his men and they reflected him in ways worse than any mirror. If his men ran then he would be replaced by a commander capable of properly controlling them.

He burst the doors with both hands, pushing the two storey structures of ingess aside with a fury. Impatience tempted at him, these Kings of old would answer to him alone.

"Heathen kings!" He called into the blackened echoing great hall. It was a throne room, to be sure, yet it lacked for any signs of court or orderly governance. No magistrates or princes cowering at the Night Lords passing. Not even a machine guard posted anywhere to be seen.

"We have come for you!"

He strode in, confident of his right to castigate these scum. Devio stood at his back left and O'Connely to his right. He could always trust Devio to back his plays. They always had each other in that way, answering difficult questions with even more difficult answers when one could not.

At the end of the hall sat a mass of steel and blood, blades and flesh. It was grotesque, a parody of machinery, a heresy. O'Connely wretched at the sight of it.

The mass was of respectable heft, likened to a ten car pileup accompanied by a hundred corpses littered here and there within. It disgusted him to look upon it, the closer he got, the worse the stench became. Oil, blood, incense, and.... the oxide of static? He could not be sure.

The mass could be ignored, his consideration only broaching its subject for a short moment. A cogitator? Some means of controlling the armies of the Steel Fearmongers? It mattered not, the Kings would die here and now, regardless of their grotesque choice in furniture.

Though he admired the dedication to Ambience.

Sycorax tore his shattered helm free to look upon the room further and with greater clarity, expecting one of these Kings to happily capitalize on his sudden exposure. He could hear Devio tense and prepare for it, as they've done a dozen times before.

No such reprisal came. He had hoped it would. If a killshot against his bare head would allow his brothers to find and kill these Kings then it was more than worth it.

"Come out!" He bellowed.

Silence.

"Dmitri..." Came the cautious whisper from Devio.

The mass of computerflesh became animated in New manner. It moved and swathed out, coming alight with red flashing diodes and crackling electricity.

Ah. Right. Tech heresy.

The mass moved to look upon the interlopers with a dozen enraged faces, no, thirteen. Sycorax counted thirteen.

It whirled and lashed, scanning about the room with errant clicking sniffs from thirteen noses. It's body was likened to that of a slug, long and round, wetted by its own viscera.

"The courtesy of this kingdom is lacking, your... Majesties?" Sycorax intoned with a grin.

O'Connely began to turn, and Sycorax let him. He ran, ran hard.

The younger astartes did not make it far before a spearing mechadendrite snaked forth and punched right through the back and breast plates of his armor. The Thirteen Kings hefted him screaming in to the air screaming all the way and tore him to quarters.

The body parts thudded and it was like the gun of a track rang out, the Night Lords suddenly running to different covering positions as the Kings shrieked loud and long. The push of air and sound made Sycorax' shoulder length hair fling backward and his short cape flap incessantly. But the young lord did not move.

"Hold on..." He mumbled to himself, and was surrounded suddenly by Iron limbs and bloody hands.

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The 7 remaining men saw their lord standing fast in confusion. What was he thinking? Devio couldn't believe his eyes, had his Lord Champion gone mad? Had he given up? Sycorax never just gave up, the idea was ridiculous!

Sycorax always found a way.

Mechadendrites coiled and sought new targets in the fled Night Lords. They moved rashly and shakily all around Sycorax until the young lord was blocked wholly from view. Devio could not stand it anymore, "LIGHT THE FUCKER UP!" He cried, refusing to let his brother fall so easily.

Booming filled the entire chamber as 5 bolters let their fury fly, supported by a plasma gun stolen from Iniquity support section and a Volkite charger from an unknown torn apart Night Lord. Beams and bolter cracked and bit the mass of tech heresy with fervor unmatched by the Night Lords before.

The rage and terror at losing his brother gripped Devio like a vise. "TO ASHES AND BLOOD!" he bellowed. The mechadendrites grasped and made quick work of two astartes at once, then a third. They turned on Devio in a coiling mass, punching him to the wall and grasping him to smash him against the other directly across the way.

Sycorax never once failed him before. How could he do this now? He was terrified, but shocked to find that his terror was for the life of his brother. Not his.

The three other squadsmen broke and began to turn before halting at new bits of cover further from the fighting. Three men against a machine tyrant, they didn't rate the chances at all. They would not fall like those two poseurs.

Devio was lifted once more and slammed hard into the marble flagstones of the throne room. Once, twice, a third. His head was concussed and his ears ringing. There on the ground he reach toward where his brother Champion stood just earlier. How could Sycorax just stand there and die like that? How could his brother just let himself be taken?

"Dmit--" the Mechadendrites gripped him whole around his breast and began to squeeze. This was it. His life had come to an end in such a way.

Devio knew it would be something stupid. But never had he imagined it like this. His thoughts drifted to home, Nostromo. To a life he barely remembered. To the days spent under the streetlight beside his best friend, eating some little morsel of food that they'd earned with back breaking work together. They had always been together.

The terror left him, then. He would be with Sycorax again soon.

Almost as soon as the thought came, as he relished his death instead of struggling against it, the metal tentacles slipped loose and let him lie.

He pulled a breath. Another. The chaos of the fight continued on back toward the entry, he was ignored. "Wh-"

"Its fear, Vlad!" Came the voice of Sycorax. "Can you believe how stupid that is?"

Devio blinked once to clear his eyes of blood and removed his helm as he sat up. There in front of him was Sycorax.

"Lord Champion?" Cried Devio, his incredulity clear as dawn on a sunless world.

"Yes! I had begun to infer their means of target actuation. They seek fear!" Sycorax excitedly stated as he rapped the back of his fingers against his temple like it was a simple puzzle unsolved.

Vladimir Devio had never once had the compulsion the strike his brother before but now, not it came on like a wave.

A shrieking cry interrupted the reunion, glass shattering from the skylights as the Court Raptorial fell downward.

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They had their chance finally as the Kings mopped up the remaining members of Nefarion, the cowards that they were. Excrucius was at their head and laughed as he fell in excitement.

Excrucius knew he could not take this thing on his own, so he happily employed that rash little shit as bait to ensure his glorious kill. Sycorax had too much pull in the Company as is and he would not brook to have a Rival in the 310th company. Dmitri Sycorax would be a welcome cost to secure his victory.

Time slowed and Excrucius saw him, Sycorax helping some scum sucking tactical up to his feet. He balked as he realized that Sycorax could see him too. It felt an eternity that they looked on one another, Sycorax at the winged helm of the captain, Excrucius at the bare face of the Champion.

That look. He'd seen it before. Simple, decided.

He'd seen it in a thousand men who would try him and fail.

But Sycorax is one that the Lord Captain knew would not fail. It was a look that simply stated: "I am going to kill you." A look that spoke that sentiment louder than any bellowed rexrimination ever could.

Dmitri Sycorax was alive, and he would kill Captain Excrucius for spending his employees lives so cheaply.

Excrcius ran through a thousand scenarios at once, still falling. He was ready to strike and kill this monstrosity, but that look gave him pause.

More importantly than anything, that look from Lord Champion Dmitri Sycorax, student of Duskendale, made Excurcius VERY afraid.

He did not see the Mechadendrites come to life in a flash of spite, spearing him singled out from his Court Raptorial.

Raptors went scattering to the walls with sudden jet propulsion or kicked off walls away from the impaled Captain.

All hell broke loose. Tentacles whipped and cracked; chainswords revved and power weapons crackled with light. Fire from pistols and support weapons crackled and fried the Thirteen Kings en masse as the 20 Raptors broke ranks to secure the kill.

Shrieking and screaming was quickly met with a ringing silence after the Kings finished their work. It was a bloody and punishing contest, but the Raptors were helpless against the onslaught. All crushed dead or so disabled as to not register any thoughts at all, let alone fear. Those living yet disabled were left to lie.

----

Sycorax and Devio slowly backed away from the gory spectacle with low chuckles and hastily drawn up halfplans to reunite with the rest of the 310th company. Their boots making muted stomps backward, neither willing to take eyes off the monster for even a second.

Devios arm slung over Sycorax, they backed away. Slowly.

The thing sniffed the air with thirteen noses. It whipped about. It knew something was still here, it seemed.

"I suspect it's senses are based on Adrenaline and cortisol levels in the brain..." Supplied Sycorax.

"Yes-" Devio winced at trying to speak, his lungs not quite done knitting up to full function. "Thank you for the observations, PLEASE Get me the hell out of here!" He quietly whisper-screamed at his brother.

"Eheh! It's quite a ridiculous thing, really!" Sycorax continued. "We are founded on tenebrous principles, but to base one's ENTIRE perception around the fears of their weakling lesser? It's kind of pathetic!" Stated Sycorax without a hint of irony.

Devio just glowered at his brother in exasperation.

There was a clicking at the end of the throne room. Echolocation? Is it sniffing harder? Devio couldn't tell.

An omnipresent noise rang out that shook them both to their core.

[THERMAL]

The thirteen faces all came alight in the eyes with red glow. It filled the entire room, casting the blue of the dead in contrasted dark and the spilled blood into blended relief against the floor and walls.

Sycorax faltered and Devio stood stock still.

Sycorax looked on as the thirteen faces turned one at a time to him and his brother. One, two, etc. All eyes on them.

"Shit."

The machine beast gave a booming roar and began a sudden crawling advance toward them, the two brothers were pinned to the ground in shock. Unsure what to do, Devio turned to let go of Sycorax, to let his brother escape.

Sycorax held firm, likely shocked into stasis.

"You need to run!" Yelled Devio.

Sycorax' grip tightened. "Not without you." He spoke through gritted teeth, and hauled the wounded astartes up and onto his shoulders. "Hold on!"

He turned to run and was stopped by a wall of steel. A wall of steel and yellow.

It came on in a sudden rush, booming noise filling his bare ears and deafening him. There before him stood six warriors in Cataphractii terminator armor, five mounted with massive missile launchers, one bearing an utterly unthinkably massive hammer. It was long in haft and headed by a machine that crackled with purple lightning.

"IRON WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT." Came the calm yet booming war cry. The missile launchers never gave a moments pause as the sixth warrior left forth, incorrigibly agile in his movements. It was like seeing a mountain give chase to another.

The warrior hefted his gravity hammer overhead and slammed it down with a satisfying crunch. Blood went spraying across the room and the monster called out in pain, it's first clear report of damage since Sycorax had arrived.

Missile pounded it mercilessly, striking the base of each mechadendrite it could summon from within just as they sprouted. Machine parts whizzed about the room like fired bullets and blood spilled in splashing waves.

The few mechadendrites that were blocked by the hammer wielder gave chase and stabbed into him. The other five Iron Warriors unable to stop their advance. Blood spilled from the cataphract and he pressed on, bellowing his warcry once more, "IRON. WITHIN."

A second blow from his hammer. The half dozen tentacles recoiled and stabbed in a second time each. "IRON. WITH. OUT."

A third mighty blow. More blades. More blood. The faces of the Thirteen Kings gave cry before twisting into looks of sorrow and terror. Clearly unused to feeling such a thing.

A fourth blow, and an explosion of blood that left the front of the Lords armor red with gore. The faces of the Kings fell slack. The mechadendrites slipped gracelessly from the punctured armor and clattered against the stone floor.

The gravity hammer had torn clear through the entire mass and buried itself in the floor, leaving a small crater in the stone. The warrior struggled once, twice, then prized the hammer free. He was clearly careful with the machine when not in use.

He turned with casual surety, eyes falling upon the two smaller men between him and his squad.

"I believe that should pay our bill, eh, Night Lords?"

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Pic is of Lord Commander Dmitri Sycorax and his bannerman Lord Vladimir Devio circa the Siege of Terra

(They wore simpler armor during the tale, this is after 9 years of war and heresy)

#warhammer #the horus heresy #night lords #iron warriors #wrote this in about an hour. been editing mistakes and stuff here or there for some time after. prbably imperfect.

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hey, so if youre in the pendragons group, did anyone else replied to pd back after their disagreement with some fans about their opinion of the way pd wrote willemmy? The conversation just ended at "ive out the devios night series past me"? No arguments, even among fans after? Does this group censor everything or something? Why does it sound like a place only praises can be said to the author?

Hey

" Why does it sound like a place only Praises can be said to the author? "

If I have to describe PD's group in 1 sentence this would be it. Because it's true, this is what the group is. You put is so right.

"Did someone else replied to PD after their, " I have moved on" Comment? "

No not really, I was sad too that no one said anything, anything at all. There was just this 1 comment which said, "that the reason people don't love nightfall is because of alex", and od git so defensive. Like we get it.

And there were no comments amongst fans as well because guess what EVERYONE nightfall, everyone in the group loves it, they love the train scene, they love alex because she is a "goat", they live aydin, it's just emmy they hate. So no one said anything.

And for people who must have hated it they didn't say anything either and i belive it's because they have given up on PD and know this conversation will go nowhere. They did had this conversation in 2020 I think �� with much more hate and annoyance. And know they all know it's waste of time nothing much.

"Does this group censor everything or something?"

Well the admin censors EVERYTHING. one can never say anything about Rika, Damon or Alex, nothing if it's not praise or them drooling on them. But yes you can put talk hate on Banks and Emory. You can never say anything to PD, can never ask them anything and you can definitely not criticize them (even if its done in a polite manner) or else you are thrown out of the group, you can post tiktok edits or simple posts saying how much you love PD, their writing, their characters, DAMON, how much you want Damon, want to marry him (because he is their man). That's what goes there.

Also the people there sometimes refer to themselves as Damon's wives.

#ask

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ESTO PUEDE SER VERDAD HO MENTIRAS, TODO DEPENDE DE QUIEN LO ESTE LELLENDO

y LA lellenda comiensa ,sobrevivir Las malas intenciones y Las tramps frome California y other's

Solo dire que soBREVIVI NO SER PERDIDA EN CALY, SOBREVIVIY PELEAS QUE DEVIO DE DESTROSAR UNA RELASION DE MENTIRAS

SOBREVIVY LA TRAMPA QUE QUERIAN QUE ME MEARA EN MIS PANTALONES PARA QUE TODOOS ME VIERA,SOBREVIVIY TANTAS MALAS INTENCIONES Y TRANTAS QUE ERAN PARA MY ,Y EN CADA SITUASION LE RESAVA A LO MAS SANTO QUE LOS PERDONARAN POR SER TAN CRUEL CON LA PERSONA QUE NUNCA LES ISO ALGO

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LA MALAS INTENCIONES NEVER STOPPED, BECAUSE IT CONTINUE TO THIS DAY IN NJ

Like wtf I NEVER DID ANITHING TO THEM NEVER, AND EVERYTHING THAT THAY ARE TRAING TO DO, LO ASEN PORQUE SOY UNA PERSONA BUENA Y QUIEREN QUE TODOS VEAN LO MAS MALO DE MY

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VEO TODO LO MALO Y TAMBIEN VEO LO BUENO, Y MERESCO SER AMADA Y NO MALTRATADA POR PERSONAS QUE MIENTEN AMARME

PORQUE ABLO AORA DESPUEA DE TANTOS AÑOS, ES PARA QUE LAS PERSONAS QUE ME DESTRSAVAN ENTENDIARAN QUE ELLOS ME ODIAVAN PERO MY AMOR POR EL MUNDO FUE MAS PODEROSO QUE SUS INSULTOS, QUE EL AMOR POR TODAS LOS QUE EMOS SUFRIDO EXISTE VIDA DETRAS DE TANTO ODIO, QUE ALGIEN TAN INSIGNIFICANTE COMO ERAN QUE YO ERA 💖 YO BRILLAMA CON UN AMOR A UN MUNDO QUE SOLO ME ASIA SUFRIR,QUE A PESAR DE TODO ESO YO QUERIA UNA VIDA BUENA PARA TODOS

Yo QUERIA QUE NADIE SE SINTIERA MAL POR SER ALGO DIFERENTE,QUE SEAS QUIEN SEAS ERES AMADO EXACTAMENTE COMO ERES Y QUE NADIE DEVERIA DE ABLAR MAL DE ALGIEN SOLO PORQUE NO ERES COMO TODOS DESEAN QUE SEAS

NO SAVEN CUANTOS AMIGOS Y AMIGAR PERDI PORQUE NO ERAN PERFECTOS, YO SOLO DESEAVA QUE EN MY PENSARAN MIRA A ESA UNA MUJER Y DAMA MAS IMPERFECTA PERO SIGO QUERIENDO VER UN MUNDO DONTE TODOS PODEMOS VIVIR EN PAZ SEAS COMO SEAS, Y QUE EN MY TENDRAS UNA AMIGA POR VIDA Y QUE JAMAS TE JUSGARA PORQUE EN REALIDAD TODOS SOMOS MUY DIFERENTES Y NADIE TIENE EL DERECHO DE JUSGAR A NADIE SOLO DIOS TIENE ESE DERECHO

Y ABLO AORA PARA QUE VEAN QUE EN MY, SIEMPRE TUVIERON UNA LOYAL FRIEND NUNCA PERFECTA PERO SIEMPRE AMIGA CON TANTO SUFRIMIENTO PERO SOLO BUSCAVA LEALTAD EN UN MUNDO DONDE TODOS TIENEN UN PRESIO Y TODOS BUSCA DINERA PARA ARUINAR VIDAS PERO YO NUNCA FUY DE ESA MANERA, A MY NADIE ME PUEDE COMPRAR PORQUE COME ME CRIARON FUE DE UNA MANERA DE NUNCA CONTAR CON EL DINERO QUE NUNCA CONTAR CON LOS JUEGOS MALOS

Fuy CRIADA CON LA BONDAD QUE SI TU ERES UNA MUJER BUENA UNA PERSONA BUENA ,QUE TODO LO BUENO QUE YO E LOGRADO TODOS LAS PERSONAS QUE YO E ALLUDADO UN DIA TODO LO BUENO QUE ENTREGE SO FREELY AL UNIVERSO UN DIA TAMBIEN ME ENTREGARIA AMOR Y BONDAD POR SER BUENA Y GENEROSA CON TODOS

FUY CRIADA MUY UMILDEMENTE PARA NUNCA SER INFLUNSIADA POR EL DINERO AJENO

SEA REAL HO MENTIRAS, SOLO DEPENDE DE QUIEN ESTE LEYENDO ESTO TU SAVES LA VERDAD OK

AMEN

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Maybe they're walking home from a nightclub and they're a bit tipsy, and Tom gets pulled by his chain/hoodie tassles into a dark covered shop door and they fuck? Is that any better?

Yes okay so, I’ve changed pretty much your entire prompt hahah (I’m sorry love!) Please enjoy!

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

You could feel your study buddies’ eyes on you before you heard the murmurs. You glanced up at them, seeing that they were staring at you. Or rather, at someone behind you.

“This seat taken?” a silky smooth voice asked. The one voice you never expected to hear in the campus’ library, let alone on a Friday evening when there was sure to be a much more interesting party happening at one of the frat houses.

He was clad in a pair of jeans and a blue, loose hoodie completed with a cap keeping his hair out of his face. He had one hand on the back of the chair, the other went up to adjust the brim further down his face. It shielded his eyes, giving him somewhat of a mysterious look. In other words, he looked fucking delicious.

“Uh, no, knock yourself out,” you murmured, getting your things that you had splayed out all over the table, putting it in a more tidy stack. Tom grinned and took the seat right next to you.

“What’re you doing here?” you couldn’t help but ask after a while in a hushed tone, the question burning inside of you. Your eyes swept across the tables, seeing your buddies quickly divert their gaze to their homework, trying to make it look as though they weren’t chomping at the bits to know what you and Tom were saying.

His eyes moved over your torso for a second, licking his lips before it turned into a wolfish grin.

“Nice shirt,” he pointed out in such a casual manner as though he hadn’t fucked you silly in it a few days ago, making your cheeks burn.

“I-it was the only clean thing I had,” you stuttered and his grin widened even further.

“Mmh.”

“Don’t change the subject on me.” You straightened up feeling his eyes on you the entire time, his hand resting on your back rubbing it and his foot sliding over to yours, making you lose focus all over. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, wanted to know if you wanted to come to a secret party.”

Your eyebrows lifted as you stared at him skeptically, trying to read him and what his intention behind this was. “A secret party?”

He moved closer to you, fingertips dancing gently along your wrist and you felt your pulse pick up and breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah, a secret party. For the two of us.” With a smirk, he pulled back from you, loving the reaction he got out of you from a single touch.

It took you a moment to realise what he was insinuating. You saw the light flush on his cheeks, felt yours warming up too, stomach filling up with fire at his words. You subtly squeezed your legs together, but of course Tom noticed it as his hand slipped down to your inner thigh giving it a rub.

“What do you say, hm?” He knew you were a done deal, and so did you.

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

—-

It didn’t take you long to reach his dorm and the second the door was shut, he pounced. He had you pushed up against the wall and lips capturing yours in a fiery and heated kiss. A moan you couldn’t help escaped once you felt his possessive hands touching you all over, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“Shit, Tom,” you breathed, letting your head fall to the side, letting him kiss the exposed skin, his lips and tongue exquisite on your neck. Another shuddery moan fell from your lips when he bit down and sucked, leaving a pretty mark for everyone to see later. He spread your legs with one foot, snaking his own between yours, pressing it right up against your core making you whimper.

“Go on, babe, let me see how desperate you are for me,” he goaded and you bit down on your lip as a thrill ran through you at the prospect of just letting go and doing whatever he wanted you to.

Not so subtly, you began grinding yourself against his thigh. Your wetness collecting rapidly in your panties as the most delicious and incredible sensation built up.

“So fucking gorgeous humping my thigh, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he praised, and you heated up under it, soaking it up as much as you were soaking your panties by this point. You held on to the back of his neck, tiny whines and gasps falling continuously from your lips.

“Feels so good, Tommy.”

“And to think this is nowhere near as good as it’s gonna feel, huh, pretty girl?” Those words alone and your efforts to hump his thigh had you close to cumming already.

“I want more,” you begged, staring at him with wide doe eyes and your lips slightly parted.

“What do you want? Gotta use your words, pretty girl.” He smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth, and you turned your head to the side to meet his lips in a deep and frenzied kiss.

“Touch me, please,” you moaned against his mouth as he picked you up. Big and strong hands on the back of your thighs, right below your ass as he carried you over to his bed, throwing you on it next.

“Where should I touch you?”

You squirmed around on the bed before he fell on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms as he went back to kissing you for a bit.

“You know where,” you tried against his lips, moving your hips for him to get the hint.

“Mmh, ‘fraid I don’t, babe.” You felt the smirk against your lips before he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses to your neck once more until he found your sweet spot and sucked on it.

“Touch my - my pussy.” You felt your whole face burn when you said it, but he just laughed against your skin, running his fingers up and down your sides.

“Was that so hard?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you whined impatiently and he glanced at you with a devious look in his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, pretty girl,” he threatened, making you squeeze your thighs around his hips as a moan slipped out.

“Please, Tommy,” you begged, staring up at him, back curved into an arch in a deep craving for more of his touch. More of his heat. More of his everything.

“So needy, aren’t you?”

He sat up, pulling on the hem of your shirt, so you quickly got it off you along with your bra, leaving you completely topless in front of him. His eyes roamed all over your tits, making you flush deeply.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, and in the next second his scent was all over you. His mouth kissed along the swell of your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth and lavishing it with attention. Sucking, swirling and tugging until you were completely breathless and shaking underneath him.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, arching your body up and feeling just how soaked you were. He hadn’t even begun touching and already you were this desperate.

“You’re so impatient,” he hummed against your hardened nipple, but this time you stayed unfazed.

You let your fingers move up to his head instead, turning his cap around so it was on backwards. Him wearing a cap and with his hoodie on still, it was driving you a little crazier than you wanted to admit.

He kept giving your tits his undivided attention until you craved for his skilled mouth on yours, so you pulled him up to your face to kiss him. You got lost in it, his tongue slipping inside your mouth easily, making you pull him even closer to you, arms safely wrapped around his muscular shoulders.

As you did, his hand slid down your front, straight into your panties, and you let out a shaky breath as soon as his fingers came in contact with your drenched core. Your hips bucked up on instinct against his touch. His fingers merely teasing your folds, spreading your juices all over your pussy and clit making you cry out.

“Ohhhh fuck,” you whimpered, clutching onto his shoulders already feeling your legs starting to shake.

“You’re so soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he murmured, letting his finger slip inside of you with little resistance. You threw your head back, letting out a loud moan when he fucked it in and out of you. His breathing on your face, the noises your pussy made, and even your own moans, everything was turning you on all the more.

“M-more,” you asked of him on repeat until he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you steadily as your legs fell to the side. You were all exposed to him now, feeling the pleasure overwhelm you.

Before you knew it, your toes were curling, stomach tightening and pussy clenching hard around his fingers. Your breathing came out in short, rapid pants the second his thumb brushed your clit and added pressure on the highly sensitive bud.

“O-oh, fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped fervently, throwing your head back and rolling your hips. “Faster, harder, fuck- please,” you whined, feeling your climax nearing.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me,” he groaned at the noises you were making and with a snap, you felt yourself crumble, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure. Shaking and quivering as he fucked you right through your orgasm, not slowing down until you were soaring down from your high, feeling your legs tremble.

You glanced at him seeing the way he pulled his hand out of your panties and into his mouth, licking them clean and making quite the show of it. A small whine fell from your lips at the sight and you could feel the dull throbbing coming back between your legs.

“Come up here,” you made grabby hands at him, wanting to kiss him for a bit. He chucked his jeans and boxers off and was about to pull the hoodie over his head, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest, his eyes landing on yours.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” His tone and facial expression being one of utter confusion. You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze.

“Keep it on?” you offered in a quiet beg, your eyes flickering up to meet his. Running a fingertip across the lettering on his hoodie. The fabric was soft to the touch, but you focused more on the slight ridges of his pecks, prominent even under his clothes. That and on how his entire face changed, eyes twinkling with something devious.

“Does this turn you on, pretty girl?” The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make you squirm even more because yes, it was a massive turn-on.

“Maybe.”

“Of course it does,” he teased in a sing-song as he ran his fingers around your nipple. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” he continued, kissing the corner of your mouth next.

“Say it,” he said, making you arch up with a gasp at the command in his voice. Something about it was intensely raw. Hands firmly clasped around the sleeves of his hoodie, you let your eyes roll into the back of your head at the way it made your lower stomach clench and tense up.

“Mmh, I do, please Tommy, fuck me with your hoodie on,” you begged, feeling his lips on your neck and he pulled you closer to him, using his hand on your ass to get you where he wanted.

“Fuck yeah, can’t wait to pound your sweet little pussy til’ you’re screaming my name.” You let out a whimper at those words, palms traveling up and across the seam on his shoulders, and your pussy clenched.

“Please Tom, fuck me now.” You felt him turn around a bit and shuffle around, most likely to remove his jeans. When you felt him sit up on the bed, you shifted on your back then moved your hand down to his cock, jerking him off, hearing his moans and curses as you did.

“Such a big cock, gonna split my pussy open, aren’t you?” You moaned, seeing him retrieve a foil package from the bedside drawer, his actions faltering ever so slightly as you squeezed the base of his cock.

“Keep that talk up, I fucking dare you,” he growled, slapping your hand away from his lap, and a shiver ran through you as you moaned helplessly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Tommy?” you goaded, seeing the fire in his eyes and you bit your lip, watching him open the package and roll the condom on his hard cock.

“Gonna fuck the brat right out of you,” he threatened, pulling you up on his lap and making you straddle his hips. The head of his cock poked your inner thigh and you ground your hips into him, making him nudge your soaked entrance.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you purred, taking a hold of his cock and jerking him a few more times. His pained groan told you he was as ready as he could be, so you lined his cock up and let yourself sink down on him.

Loud moans filled the room from both of you once he was fully inside of you.

You looked up at him admiring the way he looked as you had fully impaled yourself on him, sweat already forming on his temples and that’s when you saw the cap. With a cheeky grin, you nicked it off of him putting it on your own head backwards.

“Oh fuck you look even better with my cap on,” he nearly whined, seeing his cap on you and you smirked rocking forwards, his whine turning into a full-blown moan.

“Still as tight as I remember,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched together and you moaned, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, rolling your hips before starting to lift yourself up and sink down on him again. His cock dragged along your walls, making you feel all of him and you whined when he began snapping his hips inside of you. His cock pushing deeper inside of you than before, you angled your hips just right and let out a moan to the feeling of your toes curling when he reached your g-spot.

“Tom!” You gasped, throwing your head back, and he was quick to latch on to one of your tits, hand moving from your hips to your ass and giving it a nice hard slap.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, lifting yourself up and slamming down on him, fucking him like that, drawing moans and groans from the both of you.

“Pretty girl, fuck, you’re taking my cock so fucking good,” he grunted and you leaned in to kiss him hotly, your mouths muffling your moans as you kept fucking yourself on him. Your thighs were burning and the cap kept falling off with your movements, and you had a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body, feeling your heart race and the fire erupting in your belly.

You broke the kiss and straightened up, hips still going although more slowly, teasing him, seeing the way he nibbled on his bottom lip and feeling his hand smacking you again. Still you rode him gently, caressing both hands across his chest and his belly, fisting around the hem and sliding them under the fabric. He felt hot, soft muscles trembling under your touch, but something didn’t feel right.

You wanted more. The heat of his skin was inviting, but his expression was painfully gorgeous, so you stared into his eyes and panted, “Want you to fuck me from behind.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a filthy smirk formed on his face and he helped you off of him. Without words, you got up on all fours and he got on his knees behind you.

A wave of excitement was steadily building up inside of you when you felt his hands roaming your ass, kneading and teasingly slapping it.

“Fuck,” you whined, feeling everything in you quiver already from the build up. Your arms nearly gave out when you felt him tap his cock over your clit and you let out a moan, feeling him spread your juices all over your core and clit, making you push your hips back wanting more.

“Shit,” he grunted, sinking inside of you in one long, smooth motion, and you let out a high pitched whine. The new angle made your eyelids flutter at every new spot he kept finding, some that you didn’t even know you had. Your pussy squeezed around him like a vice once he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“O-oh my god,” you whimpered, closing your eyes, then you desperately fisted the sheet. Bound to his will, you let him set a bruising pace, his hips slapping against yours as your body jolted forward. The pleasure you were experiencing was so overwhelming you could barely form a sentence anymore, just barely making noises that sounded like words but might as well have been grunts.

“F-fuck - hngh,” you cried out when his arm came around to your front finding your clit and your eyes rolled back, pussy clenching and full body shaking. Your toes curled and he could tell how close you were.

He smacked your ass with his free hand and it was all it took for you to cum with a scream, feeling your high take over as he fucked you through it. Hard and fast, rubbing your clit with intent, bringing on another orgasm for you.

“C-cum for me, Tommy,” you urged and whined at the loss when he pulled out.

When you turned your head, you watched him remove the condom and discard it onto the mattress. It landed somewhere by your foot, but that was the last thing on your mind because his hand was on his cock, fist tight around it, jerking off steadily. His hoodie was riding up his belly a little bit, a patch of skin glistening with sweat under it, and you wanted to touch it, wanted to feel how warm it was, but your arms didn’t obey.

You only watched him, face contorted in pure bliss, a little ‘oh’ dangling from his mouth, spit on the corner of his lip, but soon enough your entire ass was coated with his cum, ropes of it shooting off all over you.

“That’s it, baby, fuck - keep cumming,” you moaned, wiggling your hips, and he let out a guttural moan, head thrown back as he jerked the last few drops onto you. You collapsed on your tummy on his bed, feeling so well-fucked and sated.

“God, that was incredible,” he panted and you looked over at him with a lazy smile, stretching your legs.

“Fuck yeah,” you agreed, seeing him get off the bed before he soon returned with a wet cloth, tenderly wiping you clean. You shut your eyes, adoring how gentle he was being with you now.

“Want to watch a film with me?” he asked after a moment, throwing the cloth into a hamper, crawling up beside you. His hoodie was still askew, but he used one hand to straighten it up, the other caressing the curve of your lower back as he approached you again.

There was a quick kiss on your mouth that you couldn’t explain, but you didn’t have time to question him. He helped you sit up and slip under the covers, him following you right after, naked from the waist down but never motioning to remove his hoodie. Smiling to yourself at his decision, you snuggled up next to him, all thoughts soon to be forgotten.

“How about we just watch the BA kitchen?” you asked sleepily, feeling him shuffle around to get his laptop.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You glanced up at him, smiling fondly at him, then you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss on his incredibly kissable lips. His response was an adorable laugh and his cheeks turned pink.

“What was that for?”

You grinned shyly. “I just wanted to, you look so soft and cuddly right now.”

“So do you, pretty girl,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you even closer. You couldn’t help but to be a little shit to him though, craning your neck up at him.

“Hmm?” he hummed without taking his eyes off the screen, making absent-minded patterns on your arm.

“So…” You curled a finger around the collar of his hoodie, gently pulling at it with a smirk.

“Can I have your hoodie now, or after the next round…?”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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Ciao!! I've read a lot of ur writings and the last one was about a needy Overhaul 😂😂 n it was so funny! U know,, I'm thinking bout the shy quirkless s/o of Kai giving a show (maybe singing?) In a club that they were staying for business, n the whole gang was suprised that she can sing well n have a sexy vibe which make kai getting protective afterwards? 👀 Could u please make that one? Thanks!

You guys seems to have liked the shy SO vibe

"Let her handle this Overhaul." They said.

"She's enjoying herself Overhaul." They said.

"Nothing bad it's going to happen Overhaul." They said.

Look at the fucking situation he was now for listening to them.

A partnership was sealed betwen thhe yakusa and the man who owned the club, the owner of the establishment insisted for Overhaul and his partners to stay and enjoy the show, however, one of his singers had an accident and couldn't appear, making the man extremely nervous to get iut there and announced the show was cancelled.

"Uh.. I-Is there anything I could help you with?" Your shy figurine finally manifested as you worriedly talked with the man but still planted on your boyfriend's side.

"Angel, don't need to-"

"Is that your partner boss?" The man asked in surprise, probably finally noticing your presence in the middle of so the four bussines man around you.

"Yes, now are you done trying to waste our ti-"

"Could you please miss go into that stage and sing some song you know of? I heard once that these famous angel has a voice like one." The man spoke with adoration but still being just as far as possible.

Chisaki accidentally let it slip that your voice was just as angelic as your figurine once outside of the base, and he regret it so much... Everyone who seems to be close to him; or at least they like to think they are; had manifested some interested in hearing your singing. It was almost impossible because one: you're shy as fuck and couldn't even talk with someone without stammering; second:...your boyfriend is over-fucking-protective AND the leader of the Shie Hassaikai.

The brave ones were always going to be remembered as mere splashes of blood...

"Say miss? Save my bussines and impress your boyfriend here?"

"(Y/N)? Singing in front of a whole audience? That's something I want to see." Spoke sarcastically Chrono, not expecting the guy to just yank you out of Overhaul's side and push you away in an incredibly speed.

"...Chrono."

"Yes, I fuck up, I know it."

"And I'm not in the mood to just broke a newest partnership and get myself dirty... But have in your mind that if you weren't a valuable coomurate you would be dead by now."

"I know that already."

It's really surprising how Kurono could keep calm at this but it's even more shooking seeing Overhaul not going after the man and killing with no remorse, but the amount of money he was investing was just to good to let it slide.

"Relax boss it's just some singing that won't last even one minute." Nemoto shrugged "She's probably going to just run out of that stage and hide behind your back."

He smiled at the thought; thankfully noone of the man couldn't saw it; he couldn't help it, you were just so cute when you were all shy and nervouss and found comfort in him. Thee pride of this bastard only increaseeeeeeeee

The small group found a table near the stage and settle down, waiting for the right moment for they to just excuse themselves when your figurine immediately runned away from the eyes of the club.

That's what was when you entered, the guy who presented you gave a lot of enfasis to tell that you were Overhaul's partner, he wondered if they were doing this for irritate him or just try to please him.

When you appeared and started to sing though... That's where he was now...

Everyone was with their jaws hitting the floor at seing the famous shy girlfriend of the fearless yakusa leader being so good and attractive with their beautiful voice and charming movements.

Hell neither Mimic, Kurono or Nemoro couldn't contained their hushed "wow's"... propting a immediate death glare from irritaded and threatening golden eyes at them which they quickly apologized.

When he made a move to take you out of that damn stage his coomurates said those things to him. Sure it was true that you were too shy and maybe would help you ease up.

But this was too much.

Specially when you catched his gaze and discreetly yet shyly send him a kiss, he blushed like a school boy at the action but sshhhh.

The last straw for him it was when you ended the show and he heard it one guy from behind clapping while whispering:

"Damn dude do you think that I could catch that cutie for myself? Such a piece of great meal..."

Slightly worriedly wrong choice of last words.

He, in a fast move, lifted the table and send him a death glare as he grabbed the poor young man by the color of his suit.

"Care to say that on my face your disgusting verm?"

"O-Overhaul wait!" You gently grabbed his arm "Please calm down." You whispered gently calming him a little but yet not letting go of the bastard who talked about you behind his back.

"Apologies Overhaul; he is not from here I swear; we can take care of him if you wish."

"This wouldn't had happened if you didn't suggest it for my girlfriend to go up there." He spoke in a matter of fact tone.

The guy shivered, apologizing profusely as he swear it he would take care of the problem, but Chisaki warned the man that in consequence of this event, he would be decreasing the man's gain of the bargain.

Right back at home, Chisaki remained quiet while carresing your arm gently as you layed on his shoulder. You were definitely worried since he was usual touchy when he felt bad or something was bothering or irritating him...

"Even Kurono and Mimic were enchanted by your performance..." comented suddenly the young man.

You noticed the slight anger in his voice and smiled embarrassingly before propting yourself up on your elbows and looking sweetly at him.

"Don't exaggerate, they were just surprised to see the usual antisocial being out of their shell for once." You giggled at seing a frow forming in his forehead.

"That guy better be in hands of the devio itself after that, these disgusting bastards..."

"... w-would you like a p-personal show them? To compensate?" You shyly offered.

He just closed his eyes; trying to contain his smirk; and mentioned with his hand for you to start.

Maybe everyone was surprised at seing you on that stage for the first time, but he was the only one who could listen to your angelic voice each night.

"... P-Please don't be mad at them..." you worriedly comented after finishing a sweet song.

"... I will think about it."

"Kai!"

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trans-axolotl · 5 years ago

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I'm feeling devioS you’re looking GLAMORUs let’s get mischeivouS and polyamorous.

winnne and wommmen and wonderful vices

WLECOme to the cult of . DIONYSUS

#personal #this song is stuck in my heahd.

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inkjam-moon · 7 years ago

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Mark Me (M) - Request

Summary: A chance encounter leads to a mistake, but was it all actually planned?

Pairing: Vampire!Jeongguk x Reader (FEAT. YOONGI FUCKING HELL)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 11.3k

TW: Sexually explicit content, blood, blood drinking, fighting, choking

BTS Smut Club Halloween Smut Fest: Prompt #58

The first thing that draws your attention to him is the crystal hanging around his neck. He’s sat in a back corner booth, disinterested in whatever drink sits in front of him. The atmosphere around him seems darker than other parts of the restaurant, like all the light has been taken away from him. Except for the crystal. It glows with a sort of incandescence you’ve never seen before; not unlike how glow in the dark objects don’t glow when you look directly at them.

The sight of the jewel is what intrigued you initially, but when you glance up and take a look at his face, your breath leaves your lungs all at once. He’s beautiful; truly perfect in every definition of the word. Ethereality can only just begin to describe his face. The more you look at him, the less ability you have to look away.

His pitch black hair falls across his forehead, accenting his almond shaped eyes with downturned inner corners. The slope of his nose is straight, ending in a rounded tip. His nose is also a little small, but it fits the proportions of his face perfectly. His cupids bow is rounded, sitting atop two plush pink lips, the bottom lip a bit thinner than the top. His cheekbones shine in the dark lighting of the corner; his jawline is sharp, chiseled, sculpted by the gods.

From what you can tell, his ears are both pierced; simple, but pretty rings hanging from each as well as a few studs going up his lobes, but nothing as beautiful as the piece hanging from his neck. He wears a dark blue, velvet blazer with black trim and a black dress shirt. He dons a matching pair of dark blue skin tight dress pants, black socks, and black leather shoes.

It isn’t until your eyes flick back up to his face that you realize he’s noticed your staring and is now promptly returning your gaze, taking in the sight of you like you’re a meal. You just barely catch a hint of pink flash when he wets his lips, his eyes trailing down your body from where you stand at the bar. A chill goes up your spine as you turn away to finish closing your tab. After you pay, you chance a look back at his table to see him still eyeing you intently; watching your every move. You take a deep breath before turning on your heels and fleeing the restaurant.

The night air is cool as you step out onto the sidewalk, and it helps clear a bit of fuzz from your mind that had accumulated from your wandering eyes. You hail a cab to head home, and as you open the door to get in, you hear a silky smooth voice behind you.

“Do you mind sharing?”

You turn to see the owner of the voice; it's him. The crystal glows even brighter up close and your gaze is immediately drawn to the pulsing light. Now you know why you can’t take your eyes off it. You’ve seen it before, but on someone else.

When you don’t respond, he speaks again. “Cabs are just so expensive right now.”

“O-oh, no, sure, I don’t mind.”

His responsive smile sets your nerves on edge as you both climb into the backseat and he shuts the door behind you. He relays his address to the driver first. At least you know he has no intention of finding out where you live, right? The cab sets into motion and you swear the man next to you isn’t even breathing, it’s that quiet. Other than the soft lull of the radio, the only other sound you hear is the pounding of your own heart in your chest as the man’s eyes drag up your body; taking in every inch, every curve with no shame.

You know he’s watching; he knows you know he’s watching, and he seems to take some sort of pleasure from it, cocking his head a bit as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. Just when you think he’s about to say something, the car stops in front of what must be his apartment building. He quickly pays the driver before taking one last look at you.

“I’ll see you soon.” He winks and then climbs out of the car, giving you one last nod before shutting the door and disappearing into his building.

As soon as he’s out of sight you feel like you can breathe again; like a weight has been lifted from your chest. You tell the driver your address and it only takes a few minutes more of driving to reach it. You pay and hop out, quickly heading up to the apartment you share with your best friend.

You shut the door and take off your shoes, leaning back against the wood of the door for a minute to catch your breath. ‘I’ll see you soon’? What’s that supposed to mean? You shake your head as you walk into your living room to see Jeongguk right where you left him; in front of the tv with a beer in his hand. You pass behind him and head to your room, quickly changing into your pajamas before heading back out and plopping yourself down on the couch with Jeongguk.

“Hey Kook.” You mumble in greeting.

“Mm.” He utters in response, too focused on the tv to really pay you any mind.

You huff in defeat and remain silent as you sink into the cushions to half watch whatever show Jeongguk’s so invested in. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up on your emotions however; Jeongguk’s always been particularly good at reading you for some reason; so he pauses the show and turns to you.

“What’s wrong.” He sighs, as if you’re being bothersome by having emotions. “Couldn’t find a good enough piece of ass to bring home?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t even looking tonight.”

“Then what’s up? I could feel you moping from the second you walked in here.”

“I’m not moping.” You protest.

“No?” Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. “Then what’s this?” He gestures at your deflated posture.

“I saw something weird tonight.”

“Define weird.”

You purse your lips as you try to decide how to phrase it. “There was this guy…”

“Wow. How bizarre.”

“Kook-”

“What, did he stalk you around the bar or something?”

“No, no nothing like that. He just… You know that necklace you always wear?”

Jeongguk reaches under his shirt and pulls the dull crystal into view. “This one?”

“He had one just like it, but at the same time it was different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, it was kind of… Glowing.”

"Glowing?" Jeongguk turns his whole body to look at you; you seem to have caught his interest. "Are you sure? You didn't just have too much to drink again?"

"What? I- Yeah. I'm sure."

Jeongguk sits back against the couch again, seemingly contemplating something. "Did he do anything else?"

"We shared a cab."

"A cab?" Jeongguk's eyes go wide. "Y/N, he knows where you live?”

“No, no. He got out first. He said something weird though.”

“And the weirdness continues.”

“He said ‘I’ll see you soon’. What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” Jeongguk sighs deeply. “Just… Stay away from him.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly planning on calling him up.”

“Good.” Jeongguk turns back to the tv, apparently finished with the conversation.

“Why, are you guys part of a secret cult or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then why do you have the same necklace?”

“I don’t know. Maybe crystals are popular right now?”

“But why was it glowing?”

“I don’t know Y/N.” Jeongguk repeats with a roll of his eyes, clearly exasperated by your never ending questions. Before you can ask anything else, the alarm on Jeongguk’s phone goes off and he chugs the last of his beer before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” You ask, turning and leaning over the back of the couch to face him.

“Work.”

“Oh, right.” For as long as you’ve known Jeongguk, which is basically since birth, he’s worked the night shift. You’re not sure where, he’s never told you because he claims he doesn’t want you to come bother him. You’ve never really gotten used to his bizarre schedule; he gets home when you get up, goes to bed, wakes up for dinner, and then goes into work around when you go to bed. Your phone goes off in your pocket and you pull it out to see several missed calls and texts from your friend Hyemi. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell Hyemi I was leaving.”

“You left your drunk ass friend at the club?”

“What? That guy was giving me the creeps.” You explain. “I should probably go get her before anything happens.” You go to get up, but then you feel strong hands push you back down on the couch. You swear you’ve never known anyone that can move as quickly or a silently as Jeongguk.

“Please, for my peace of mind, can you promise you’ll just stay home for the rest of the night?”

“But-”

Before you can protest, Jeongguk holds up his hand. “Tell me where you were and I’ll pick her up and take her home on my way in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But if she hits on me again, I’m leaving her on the curb.”

“Thanks Kookie. We were at Octagon.”

“Alright. Just… Stay.” And with that, he’s out the door.

You lean back against the couch in a huff. Why was he being so adamant about you staying home? Maybe Jeongguk actually does know the guy you were talking about and is trying to keep you away from him? This guy must be really bad news. You shrug as you stand, turning off the tv and the lights as you head back to your bedroom; slipping under the covers and quickly falling into a sweet sleep.

You wake up in a dream. At least, you think it’s a dream, honestly you’re not entirely sure; it feels so real. You’re lying in your bed, and it’s the middle of the night; the clock on your nightstand says 2:37. You feel a cool breeze and sit up in confusion to look around and find the source; that’s when you see him, the glowing crystal around his neck assuring you that it is actually him. He’s outside the window on the wall across from you, which is now open. He’s sitting in a tree, watching you closely.

Your heart skips a beat as his eyes flicker over your body, even from a distance his gaze is sharp, almost as though it’s piercing right through you. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you stand; causing him to smile deviously as your feet carry you toward him. When you reach him, you simply stare at him and he smirks.

“You again?” Your voice is much quieter than you wanted it to be, almost meek.

“Invite me in?” He grins cheekily at you. It sounds like a question, but the look on his face tells you it’s an order. You step to the side and gesture for him to enter; which he does quickly, his lithe body quickly clambering over the window sill and into your room.

“You couldn’t just let yourself in? You got the window open, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He states simply, striding past you and seating himself on your mattress. He’s dressed in the same attire he was wearing at the restaurant, save the few extra buttons on his shirt that have been popped open, revealing just a bit of his deliciously pearlescent skin as he leans back on his elbows. “So, this is your place?”

“Obviously.” You sass, cocking your hip. “Can I help you with something?”

“Got a roommate?”

“He’s asleep down the hall.” Jeongguk’s actually still at work, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He smirks knowingly. “You don’t have to lie to me sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want quite the opposite in fact.”

“The opposite of what?”

“Hurting you.” He explains, patting the bed next to him.

You hesitate, your baser instincts telling you you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him that causes your feet to have a mind of their own as they carry you over and seat you on the bed next to him.

“For the second time, what do you want?”

“Just a taste.”

“A tas-” Before you can finish your sentence, the man pushes you down onto your back and crawls on top of you, placing a soft kiss against your neck.

“Mm, you smell so good.” He groans.

“W-what are you doing?” You stare up at him as he grabs your arms and pins them down on either side of your head.

“What’s wrong love? It’s just a dream. Don’t you want a to play a little bit?” He releases one of your hands to trail a finger down from your ear to your neck and down between your breasts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me earlier.”

It is just a dream, right? So, you can say yes and there won’t be any consequences. “What kind of playing?”

“Like I said, I just want a taste.” He smirks down at you and you hesitate a moment before nodding, giving him your permission.

He leans down, barely a breath away from you, but just when you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. You whimper lightly as he sucks dark marks into your neck. You grip the fabric of his shirt tightly as he presses his body against you, settling himself between your legs.

You moan in want, pulling him closer and you feel him smirk against your skin. He laves his tongue over the dark hickey he created at the base of your neck before biting down on the bruise. You whine at the feeling, pleasurable at first, but then you feel something prick your skin, like the man is pressing two small needles into your neck.

“Ah- What… What are you doing? You’re hurting me.” You try to push him away but he only pulls you closer, pressing harder against your neck. “Hey, get- Ah~” Your protesting dies in your throat as he renders you unable to speak by slipping a hand into your shorts and deftly flicking his fingers through your folds, thrusting two deep into your core while fiercely rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck~!”

You hadn’t expected the sudden intrusion, but you’re suddenly overwhelmed by wave after wave of euphoria, like some sort of drug has entered your system. Your orgasm crashes into your body without any warning at all. The man’s fingers slip out of you and he sits back. You can feel your consciousness slipping, but just before it fades, you see the man smiling down at you, and you swear his teeth are stained with blood.

When you wake up, it’s already morning. Strange; usually you wake up at least once during the night. You sit up with a groan. For some reason your neck is killing you, you must’ve slept funny during your dream last night.

Your dream.

You look over at your window to see it’s closed and locked, just the way it was when you fell asleep. God, that dream was so realistic, it’s like you can still feel his fingers inside you. And what great fingers they were. As you stand you feel a bit of slickness between your legs; you must’ve touched yourself in your sleep again. You hope you didn’t make any noise this time, knowing Jeongguk will tease you relentlessly if he heard you.

You grab your phone off the nightstand to check the time. You screen is littered with texts from Hyemi, thanking you for letting her sit in a car alone with Jeongguk. It's 10:30; Jeongguk’s probably already fast asleep, so at least you won’t get nagged until he wakes up tonight. You stand and make your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. When you get there, you decide on coffee and cereal. You start up the coffee pot and grab a bowl from the cabinet above you.

Just as you start to pour your cereal, the front door opens wide and a very tired looking Jeongguk stumbles into the apartment. Wow, he’s home really late.

“Pour me a bowl will you?” He mutters, as he joins you in the kitchen.

“Are you just getting in?” You ask, grabbing another bowl and dumping some cereal into it.

“Yeah…”

“Why are you so late?” You hand him his bowl before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk, pouring it into your own bowl and then passing it to Jeongguk. You grab a spoon and then take a seat at the table.

You don’t know why you and Jeongguk actually have a kitchen table that seats six, the two of you never invite anyone over. Jeongguk meanders over and sits across from you, immediately digging into his cereal as though he’s starving.

“So, rough night?” You tread carefully, knowing Jeongguk can be a bit prickly when he gets off work late.

“Had to train some smug ass new guy who thinks he knows everything just because he’s a little bit older than me. He disappeared for half the night. I have no idea where he went, but when he came back he seemed to have ea- um. It seemed like he did his work alright, but because of him I didn't get to do mine.”

“Well, at least he did his?”

Jeongguk nods as he runs his fingers through his hair. Suddenly his eyes go wide as he looks up at you. “But my night wasn’t as rough as yours apparently. What the hell happened to your neck?”

“What do you mean?” Your hand flies to the spot in question, feeling around for something out of place.

“Are you kidding? You’re covered in bruises. Did you invite some guy over after I left that’s into hickies?”

You abruptly stand and make your way to the bathroom, Jeongguk following close behind. You flick on the light and stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes going just as wide as Jeongguk’s. Your neck is absolutely littered with bruises, and right at the base of your neck are two distinct puncture marks.

“Oh my god… It was real…” You mumble.

“What was real?”

“The dream. I had a dream last night about the guy from Octagon. It was real.” You turn to Jeongguk, panicked. He reaches a hand up and prods at the bite mark, moving closer to inspect it thoroughly. After a minute he slams his fist on the counter.

“Goddamnit…” Jeongguk curses, trudging back to the kitchen.

“What?” You accompany him back to the kitchen to see him pouring himself some coffee. “Why are you drinking coffee, aren’t you going to bed?”

“No, go get dressed.”

“What? Why?”

“Just… Go get dressed.”

A bit perturbed, you oblige, heading to your room and throwing on some clothes before joining Jeongguk back in the kitchen. Jeongguk has on a black hat, a black face mask pulled down over his chin, and a black sweatshirt. His keys are in his hand and he twirls them as he chugs the last of his coffee. He heads for the door when he sees you’ve returned.

“Let’s go.” He pulls up his face mask as he turns.

“Where are we going?” You inquire, slipping on your shoes as he does and then locking the door to your apartment behind you when he doesn’t.

He doesn’t answer, instead he walks down the stairs, a bit more brisk than his usual lazy pace. You’ve never known Jeongguk to hurry to get anywhere, but now, he barely gives you time to shut the car door before he’s pulling away from the curb. His foot is a bit heavy on the accelerator as well, and honestly it’s starting to scare you a bit.

He pulls up to a run down warehouse of sorts and parks. Is this where he works maybe? But why did he bring you here? And what does this have to do with the marks on your neck?

“Stay.” He orders as you move to take off your seatbelt.

You huff in annoyance as he slams the door and you watch him march into the large brick building. You sit in silence for a few minutes before you see Jeongguk stomping back to the car. He jumps back in and pulls back into the flow of traffic, not bothering to put his seatbelt on this time as he speeds down the busy streets on the outskirts of Seoul.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or-”

“In a minute.” He snaps, making you flinch back a bit. Sure Jeongguk’s had his bad days before, but you’ve never seen him this worked up. It’s a short drive to your next destination, an old, but recently remodeled apartment complex. It looks familiar. “Come on.” Jeongguk sighs as he gets out of the car. This time, you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow behind him as he leads you up two flights of stairs and around the corner to apartment 3B.

Jeongguk pounds furiously on the door, so hard you’re afraid the wood might splinter under his touch. He continues knocking until you both hear a loud “I’m coming” from the other side.

“Jeongguk what are we doing here?”

“Just wait.” He growls. You’re about to demand an answer when the apartment door opens and you’re greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see; it’s the man from last night.

“Kook? What are you doing here? It’s almost noon.” The man yawns, though in this state, he seems a bit more innocent, almost cute.

“You son of a bitch!” Jeongguk lunges forward, and you hear a small squeak as he grabs the other man by the throat and disappears into the dark apartment.

“Jeongguk!” You run after him, scrambling along the wall until you find a light switch. When you find it you immediately flip it on, though it doesn’t do much to illuminate the room, as it only turns on a small lamp that sits on a table in the living room, but it does enough. Jeongguk currently has the older, shorter man pinned to the wall by his throat, the man’s feet not even touching the ground as Jeongguk glares up at him. “Jeongguk!” You yell again to try and catch his attention, beyond confused as to what’s going on, but he ignores you.

“Did you touch her??” Jeongguk barks.

“Wha-”

“Did. You. Touch. Her.” He interrupts the boy, his voice deepening. The other boy opens his eyes, looking around the room frantically for whoever ‘her’ is. When his eyes land on you, you can see his breath catch in his throat and your body freezes on the spot. He studies you for a moment before smirking down at Jeongguk.

“How could I not?”

That’s the wrong thing to say. Newly infuriated, Jeongguk pulls the man away from the wall, still by the throat, and slams him down into the floorboards with more strength than you thought possible, cracking the wood. A normal person would be paralyzed, maybe even dead from the sheer force of the impact, but the man simply laughs.

“She’s mine!” Jeongguk hisses.

“You know you’re supposed to mark your feeders Kook. How was I supposed to know?”

“She’s not a feeder you piece of shit!” Jeongguk brings his other hand down to the man’s throat.

“No?” The boy croaks as Jeongguk closes his airway. “Perhaps your lover then? Or is it unrequited?”

“You’re going to regret ever touching her Yoongi.” He spits the name out with venom.

“Jeongguk!” You chide, rushing over to try and pull Jeongguk off. “Jeongguk stop!”

Jeongguk only shakes you off. “Is that where you went last night? Hm? You tried to kill my best friend?”

“K-kill…?” You mumble as you sit back on your heels, the word rendering you motionless once more.

“Of course not. I couldn’t have killed her, she has a roommate.”

“Yeah, I’m her roommate.” Jeongguk presses on his throat harder, making Yoongi’s face turn red as he struggles to breathe. “Fucking idiot, do they teach you nothing in Daegu??”

Yoongi tries to answer, but at this point his face is purple, and it only takes a few more seconds before he passes out from lack of oxygen, his body going limp underneath Jeongguk.

“Goddamnit.” Jeongguk releases him, letting his head hit the floor with a harsh smack before sitting back on his heels next to you. Jeongguk’s panting heavily, so you tentatively reach out a hand to rub his shoulder, but his head whips around quickly at the touch, frightening you and causing you to flinch back. It’s only then that you see Jeongguk’s teeth are bared, and there, right where his canines should be are four beautiful, pointy, pearly white fangs.

You fall back on your ass and freeze; unable to move, unable to speak, unable to process the sight in front of you. Jeongguk seems to remember that it’s you in front of him and he quickly shuts his mouth. When he opens it again to speak, the fangs are nowhere in sight. Did you imagine them?

“Y/N, shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I… I didn’t want you to ever find out.” He moves to touch you, but you flinch back. “Y/N, please…” He pleads, guilt flooding his features.

“What… What the hell?” You finally speak, but it comes out as more of a squeak, not doing much to hide how terrified you are.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” He assures you. When you raise your brow suspiciously he adds to his statement. “I’m still me, I’m still Jeongguk.” He reaches a hand out to help you up. You hesitate, but eventually, you take it and he pulls you to your feet with him. “Sit on the couch, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nod, a little unsteady as you make your way to the sofa, watching as Jeongguk scoops up Yoongi and carries him down the hallway into what is probably his bedroom. When Jeongguk returns, he helps you stand and then leads you back to the car.

The ride home is silent, tense even. When you arrive back home, you trudge up the stairs behind Jeongguk. He leads you inside and into the living room and then takes a seat next to you on the couch. It feels like it should be normal, like nothing changed, but it’s not; and things aren’t normal and you're pretty sure everything's about to change.

Jeongguk reaches over and grabs your hands, holding them tightly in his own, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. He stares down at your interlocked fingers, looking like he’s struggling for the right way to phrase what he wants to say to you. He lets go with one hand and absentmindedly plays with the crystal around his neck like he always does when he’s nervous or upset. You’ve never seen him in such a perplexed state before, so you decide to help him.

“So… What are you?”

“Care to take a guess?” He asks. You shake your head no, so he takes a deep breath. “I’m a shadower.”

“A shadower?”

“...A vampire.

You can’t help the derisive snort that leaves your throat, thinking he must be fucking with you, but when you see the look on his face, you realize that this is all too real. “S-seriously?”

He nods. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to find out…” He mutters the last part, running his fingers through his hair. “But when I saw what Yoongi did… I thought you deserved to know, so you can stay away from the ones like him.”

“The ones like him?” You repeat, tilting your head in question.

Jeongguk purses his lips, searching for the right words as his hand falls to his crystal again. When he feels the rough gem against his skin, his face lights up and he takes the necklace off over his head, holding it out to you.

“You know how you always asked me where I got this?”

“You said it was from your parents.”

He nods. “It was. My parents… They were like me. Or I guess, I’m like them. They were shadowers too.” He explains. “My dad gave me this just before they died.”

“In the car accident?”

“It was no accident. Someone wanted to kill them. That’s why I moved to live with my aunt for a while in middle school, remember? They wanted to kill me too.” When you look confused, Jeongguk elaborates. “My dad had a normal job. He always did. He wanted to feel human. Someone from my dad’s work found out what we were and tried to kill us. After the first attempt, my parents sent me to live in Busan so I’d be safe. They were killed a few days later. The man from my father’s work caused the accident, and when they didn’t die from the impact, he decapitated them and made it look like it happened when they wrecked.”

“Jeongguk, I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, thank you. But anyway, every shadower is given a crystal when they reach a certain age. It’s a survival tool.”

“How does that…?” You trail off, unsure of what to say.

“You know how the other night, you saw Yoongi’s crystal glowing?” You nod. “That’s how. Once a shadower decides they want to feed on someone, the crystal glows, but it can only be seen by the person the shadower wants. It emits a light that attracts the person to the shadower, like a moth to a flame sort of deal.”

“So, that’s why I’ve never seen yours glow?”

Jeongguk nods. “Most shadowers don’t use their crystal, we rely mainly on animals for blood, but there are still a few, like Yoongi, that call themselves ‘purists’. They’ve never tasted anything other than human blood.”

“How do they get away with it?”

“They have ‘feeders’, willing participants who offer themselves up whenever their shadower needs a drink. They’re basically put on reserve and used whenever needed; only drained of enough blood to get the shadower by, but when a purist gets bored, they’ll kill the human, draining them completely and moving on to mark their next victim.”

“They mark their victims?”

“It’s like a signature, so others know not to touch them.” Jeongguk explains. “Feeders are treated as property, and once they’re marked, other shadowers leave them alone, unless of course there’s someone who decides to challenge the owner.”

“Like a territory dispute or something?”

“Basically yeah. You’re seen as theirs until they decide they’re done with you.”

“Why didn’t you mark me? So that others would stay away?” You inquire, genuinely curious.

Jeongguk flushes bright red at your question. “Ah, um, because then you’d know about all this. And, w-well, being marked is sort of an intimate ceremony.”

“O-oh.” Your mind flashes back to the previous night. “W-wait, did Yoongi mark me?”

“Of course I did.” The voice comes from behind you and you and Jeongguk both whip around to see Yoongi leaning against the wall, watching you both. God knows how long he’s been standing there, or when he even got here, but Jeongguk instantly tenses at the sight of him. “I had to get to you before anyone else.”

“No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.” Jeongguk spits.

“Not anymore.” Yoongi smirks. “And I’m not a purist.” He states, striding over to where you’re seated on the couch and draping his arms around your neck. “I just couldn’t resist this sweet little fruit.” He buries his nose in your neck and inhales deeply. “I don’t know how you did Kook, she smells sooo good.” He places a soft kiss against the bite mark he left on you before letting you go and sitting on the table in front of you both. “And she tastes even better.”

If Jeongguk wasn’t mad before, he is now. You can see him shaking, bristling with anger at that little display of dominance Yoongi just demonstrated. Jeongguk bares his teeth again, and you see his fangs slide out as his eyes darken to a dangerous shade of red you’ve never seen before.

Yoongi laughs at this. “Are you challenging me?”

Jeongguk’s lip curls. “You’re damn right I am. She’s mine.”

Yoongi hisses, and when you look up at him, his own fangs are out. He only has two as opposed to Jeongguk’s four, but it’s still a terrifying sight to see; his eyes are a brighter, bloodier red, a stark contrast to Jeongguk’s dark crimson irises.

“Looking a little dark there. What’s wrong? Didn’t get enough to eat last night?” Yoongi teases.

“You son of a-”

“Stop!” You cry out, interrupting them as Jeongguk lunges at the older man, but as he leaps into Yoongi, knocking him off the table and to the ground for the second time that day, he stops, sits up on his knees and they both stare at you in question. “Stop trying to kill each other!” You command.

“But Y/N-”

“I said no!” You cut off Jeongguk’s protest. “Get back up here and sit down. You're not allowed to ruin our floor too.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at you, but he listens, getting off Yoongi and then marching over to seat himself back on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest.

Yoongi sits up and smiles at you. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you get over here too.” You order. Yoongi nods, standing up and seating himself back on the coffee table. It’s silent for a minute as you eye both boys carefully. When you’re sure they’re not going to try anything else you continue. “Okay, obviously, something needs to be done about this whole thing. Can the mark be removed?”

“Yes.” Jeongguk states.

“But only if I want it to be.” Yoongi informs you.

“OR if she doesn’t want to be your feeder anymore.” Jeongguk reminds the boy.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi smiles deviously. “And who’s she going to get to replace the mark, you?”

“If that’s what it takes.�� Jeongguk growls.

“Wait, replace the mark?” You interrupt.

“If you want the mark removed without my permission, you have to find another shadower to replace my mark with their own and then they can remove theirs.” Yoongi states. “But like Jeongguk said, it’s a rather intimate ceremony and I can pretty much guarantee if someone else gets a taste of you, they won’t want to let you go either.”

“Okay, Kookie, what would you have to do to mark me? What’s the ceremony?”

“Oh, um, w-well, I… uh-”

“He has to make you cum while feeding on you.” Yoongi interrupts Jeongguk’s stuttering.

“Oh… Well, couldn’t you just feed on me while I, you know, do it myself?”

“Nope.” Yoongi laughs. “It doesn’t work that way. It has to be him.”

“You know, I bet it’s only a temporary mark.” Jeongguk spits. “I could just kill you and it’d fade.”

Yoongi scoffs. “But do you want to risk her being stuck with it forever?”

Jeongguk turns to you. “Y/N, what did he do to you last night?”

“W-what?”

“Did he, well, you know… Did he fuck you? Or did he do something else?”

“Jeongguk!” You squeak, embarrassed by his intrusive inquiry.

“If he didn’t fuck you, I can just kill him and this whole thing will go away, we can go back to normal.”

“No one’s killing anyone!” You state.

“What do you want to do then?” Jeongguk asks.

“I don't know, I just… I need some time to think. To process.”

“Take all the time you need baby.” Yoongi coos, moving to sit behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder, making Jeongguk hiss under his breath. “You have to remember Kook, she had to be willing for my mark to take effect.”

“Shut it Min.”

Yoongi shrugs and wraps his arms around your waist. You hate to admit it, but the feeling of this man next to you, touching you, claiming you, sets your heart a flutter. Something about his presence relaxes you, and you lean back into his chest for only a minute before Jeongguk grabs your arms and yanks you toward him.

“Stop that!” He shouts at the older boy. “Y/N, you can’t get close to him like that, it’s dangerous.”

“What are you talking about? I was just getting comfortable.” You grumble.

“No, he was making you comfortable. He was trying to influence you.”

“Jeongguk-”

“I’m serious. When he fed on you last night, did you feel high at any point?”

You think back and remember the waves of euphoria you felt when he touched you. “I- Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“That was him marking you. You felt that way because he mixed some of his blood with yours and now it’s in your system. He can control you if you get too close.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, whipping around you to look at Yoongi accusingly.

“What if she likes being controlled? She didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.” Yoongi states, brushing your hair off your shoulder to expose your bruised neck to him. He quickly buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You know, I’m starting to feel a bit hungry.” Yoongi teases, letting his fangs rest on your soft skin.

“Don’t you dare do that in front of me.” Jeongguk growls.

Yoongi chuckles darkly before looking up at Jeongguk. “You’re free to leave anytime.”

“This is my house.” Jeongguk wraps his own arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him, out of Yoongi’s reach, but causing Yoongi’s fangs to scratch your neck as you’re pulled away from him.

“Ouch, goddamnit you two!” You curse, rubbing the sore spot to see a bit of blood on your fingers when you pull back. Before you can register their movement, Yoongi has you pinned against the back of the couch, his eyes flashing bright red again as he focuses on the bit of blood seeping from your skin. He licks his lips, using one hand to tilt your head to the side, forcing you to meet Jeongguk’s gaze.

Jeongguk’s eyes have gone dark, almost black with just a hint of red in his irises as he looks past you to your neck.

“J-Jeongguk?”

He shakes his head, his eyes returning to their familiar brown warmth. “S-sorry. I’m fine.”

Yoongi laughs above you. “No he isn’t, look at him. He wants to taste you Y/N-ah.” Yoongi grabs the hand with your blood on it and holds it up to Jeongguk’s face. “Go ahead Kook, have a taste. See what you’ve been missing all these years.”

“What? N-no, I can’t.” Jeongguk moves to turn his head, but as he does, Yoongi touches your fingers to Jeongguk’s lips, leaving behind a bit of blood.

“No turning back now.” Yoongi taunts.

“No…” Jeongguk whispers. You watch his eyes flash back and forth between brown and red, showing the internal struggle of him trying to resist licking his lips.

“You know Kook, we could always share her.” Yoongi offers, entranced by the sight of your blood on Jeongguk’s lip. “I wouldn’t mind. I know how hungry you must be.” Yoongi kisses your shoulder where he scraped you and then licks his lips, groaning when the taste of you hits his tongue. “Haven’t you always wondered?”

“No. No, I can’t.” Jeongguk wipes his lips on the sleeve of his shirt as he stands, nearly falling over in his haste to get away from you.

“Suit yourself.” Yoongi makes sure your hair’s out of the way before you feel his tongue tentatively touch your skin, lapping up the tiniest amount of blood to taunt Jeongguk before groaning into your neck, and before you can even breathe, you feel Yoongi bite down, his fangs easily puncturing your soft skin where he bit you the first time. This time, you feel the sucking and gulping motions as he feeds, his arms pulling you close as he loses himself in the taste of you.

“Y-Yoongi…” You gasp, starting to feel lightheaded.

“Min you need to stop.” Jeongguk warns. “Yoongi, stop! You’re going to kill her!” But Yoongi doesn't stop. The last thing you see before you blackout is Jeongguk's hand come back to punch Yoongi in the face.

You feel unbelievably groggy when you wake up, like all your energy has been drained, but when you open your eyes, you're in your bed. What the…? You can't help but wonder if it was all a dream. You sit up to look around only to be met with Yoongi’s piercing gaze from where he sits at the end of your mattress with a nice new black eye and busted lip.

“Oh god…” You groan.

“Unfortunately, praying isn’t going to make me go away.” He smirks.

“I thought maybe it was all just a dream…” You admit, a bit deflated.

This makes Yoongi chuckle. “Nope, it’s as real as you and me babe.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chide. “I barely even know you.”

“And yet you let me crawl into your bed and have my way with you.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, pulling your knees into your chest. “Why are you here?”

“Look, I’ve got some stuff I need to explain really quickly.”

“You couldn’t have waited with Jeongguk? I thought he would have kicked you out by now.”

“He did.” Yoongi breathes out in a huff of laughter. “Kook doesn’t know I’m here.”

“What?” You panic, thinking he’s going to do something else to you.

“Don’t freak out, just listen.” Yoongi moves to calm you, placing a hand on your knee which soothes you instantly, probably because of the effects of his mark. “Look, when I moved here, I wasn’t looking for any trouble, alright? But when I introduced myself to the other shadowers around, they all complained about Jeongguk.”

“Complained? Why?”

“Because of you. Because he made sure every shadower in Seoul knew not to go anywhere near you because you were ‘his’. He threatened everyone who even thought about you, he killed two others who tried to get to you one night at a club.”

You remember that. You had been at a club with Hyemi having a great time when Jeongguk showed up out of the blue and took you both home for no apparent reason. You were upset at first, but when you got home, Jeongguk let you guys have full control of the TV and the liquor, silently watching over you from his recliner, he even took off work that night to look after you two.

“S-so what does that have to do with you?”

“They asked me to stop him. To get him to finally mark you like they all know he wants to.”

“But, he said he didn’t want to?”

“Do you really think he doesn’t? How long have you two known each other?”

“Since we were little but-”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t seen the way he looks at you?”

“I…” The truth is, you don’t know. You've always been in love with Jeongguk, but to him, you thought you were just his best friend and you’ve been comfortable with that. The thought of pushing that boundary and ending up without him terrified you, so you forced yourself not to think about it, no matter how many times you drove yourself crazy listening to him pleasure himself when he thought you were still asleep. You always tried to tell yourself that you didn’t love him, because he didn’t see you in that way. Right? “Yoongi I…”

“I know. Now, put on some sexy little panties and go get him to replace my mark with his own.”

“What if he doesn’t want to? What if he says no? What if he doesn’t like-”

“Y/N. He feels the same way. Why do you think he wouldn’t let anyone else near you all this time?”

“Because he’s a good friend?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Because he wanted you all to himself. Did you hear the way he talked about you this morning?”

No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.

He was so adamant about it. “Are you sure?”

“If I’m not, come back to my place. I’ll make sure you forget about him, alright?”

“Get out.” You kick your leg out and push him off your bed, making him fall to the floor.

“Alright, alright.” Yoongi stands and brushes himself off, but not before you hear Jeongguk running down the hall calling your name.

“Y/N??” He must have heard the sound of Yoongi falling to the ground and misinterpreted it as you falling. You look up to shoo Yoongi to see he’s already halfway out your window.

“Have fun.” He winks and then shuts the window behind him, disappearing into the night.

“Y/N?” Jeongguk bursts into your room and rushes to your side. “I heard a loud noise. Are you okay? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine Kookie, I just dropped my phone.” You brush him off with a small lie, knowing he’d most likely be furious if he knew Yoongi was anywhere near you.

“Oh, okay. G-good then.” He nods in affirmation of his own statement and then stands next to your bed a bit awkwardly, probably deciding if he should leave or not.

“Sit with me?” You ask, patting the mattress next to you.

“Um, sure.” He plops himself down next to you, but remains a bit stiff until you snuggle up to his side, then his arms are around you in a flash, pulling you close as he buries his face in your hair.

“So a vampire, huh?”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Ah, yeah.”

“Alright, so are you going to tell me which stereotypes are true?” You inquire.

“What do you mean?” He mumbles against you.

“I mean, garlic? Sunlight? Etcetera etcetera?”

“Oh, um well, I can eat garlic.”

“Okay good, I’m glad I don’t poison you every time I make pasta.”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty sad if I couldn’t eat garlic.” He jokes. “I can go out in sunlight for two hours everyday if I have to, but shadowers are nocturnal, so usually we just find jobs that let us work the night shift.”

“So all the times I dragged you to the park with me, I hurt you?”

He thinks for a moment. “It’s more like, it makes us feel sick.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry Kook.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I like spending time with you. We can see ourselves in mirrors and photos.”

You scoff. “I knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to brag about.”

“Aish, you’re so mean.” He pouts, squeezing you tightly.

You hesitate before asking the question that has you most curious. “And what about um, blood?”

He sighs, taking time to gather his answer before responding. “We need it to live. It’s like water to us. Sure, we can eat and drink as much human food as we like, and some of it’s a pretty good substitute, meats especially, but in the end… Without blood we die.”

You nod in understanding. “And the whole taste thing?”

“Everyone’s blood tastes different. It has to do with their natural scent. Shadowers have an enhanced sense of smell, so when Yoongi said you smelled good, he was referring to the scent of your blood.”

“I wonder what I taste like.”

“Blood.” Jeongguk states.

“How would you know?”

“Everyone tastes like blood, they all just have different accents.” Jeongguk pauses to think. “Some are spicy, some are salty, some are sour. The best ones are sweet though.” He admits, his eyes flashing red for the briefest moment. “Any other questions?”

“Well, you said something earlier about a ‘temporary’ mark. Is there a permanent mark?”

“Yeah, there is.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, a temporary mark is usually used for feeders; humans the shadowers will get bored of. A permanent mark is used more for life-long partners, mates, stuff like that.”

“What makes it permanent?”

“The way it’s removed.”

“How’s that?”

“It can only be removed with death…”

You nod in understanding before another thought pops into your head. “Is there a different way of making a permanent mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Well are you going to explain it or do I have to guess?”

“R-right um, well. The shadower has to have sex with whoever he’s marking and the shadower has to feed directly from the carotid artery as the feeder, you know, finishes… It’s dangerous, because the partner can bleed out if it isn’t done right.” He swallows hard as he shifts next to you.

“You okay Kook?” You inquire, hoping you didn’t upset him by talking about this stuff.

“Me? I should be asking you that.”

“I asked first.”

Jeongguk sighs with a soft smile. “I just… I never thought I’d have to explain any of this to you.”

“Never?”

“Well, I figured one day I might have to, but I never wanted to. I didn’t want you to be a part of this life. I wanted to keep you away from it, to keep you-”

“To yourself?” You interrupt, making Jeongguk’s cheeks flush a bright pink.

“N-not necessarily…” He mumbles. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Jeongguk, you can’t protect me from everything forever, you know that, right?”

“I know…” Jeongguk tilts your head to the side to examine the bite marks and bruises on your neck. His thumb rubs lightly over the irritated skin, as if wishing he could take it back.

“So how are we going to do this?” You question.

Jeongguk meets your gaze with one of confusion. “Do what?”

“How do you want to mark me?”

“What?” Jeongguk practically chokes on his own tongue. “W-what??”

“How do you want to mark me?” You repeat.

“B-but Yoongi-”

“I don’t care about Yoongi, Kook. I want his mark off me.”

“B-but then we’d h-have to… I-I’d have to, y-you know.”

“So?”

“So? Y/N, we’d be crossing some- some serious boundaries in our friendship.”

“What if… What if I want you to cross them.”

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide at this. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

You sigh, getting up and swinging your leg over Jeongguk’s lap so that you’re straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze them gently before sliding them down his chest. “Kook… I don’t know how to say this.”

“S-say what?” He eyes you with a mixture of terror and excitement. Without thinking twice about it, you lean forward and press your lips to Jeongguk’s. He freezes in place, not really sure what to do with himself until you pull back and he starts to breathe again. “W-what was that?” He squeaks.

“Jeongguk, if anyone’s mark is going to be on me, it should be yours, don’t you think? I could even be your feeder, if you want.”

“I… Y-Y/N…”

“I think it’s time we get this over with. I’m tired of hiding my feelings from you Kookie.” You take a deep breath. “You’re the one I’m in love with.” You confess, looking down at your lap. “Not Yoongi…”

“What?” It comes out as barely even a whisper, it was more like he just mouthed the word as he exhaled.

“Don’t make me say it again… I get it…” You mumble, moving to get off him, but his hands grip your hips tightly and refuse to let go.

“Say it again.” He mumbles.

“Kook-”

“Please?”

You sigh. “I… I love you.”

“I love you too.” His response is immediate and your head snaps up to meet his gaze, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “Y/N I’ve loved you for so long.” He confesses, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Really?” Your body fills with a sweet sensation of hope.

“Really.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, playfully pouting. “Do you know how long we could’ve been together by now?”

“I was so afraid…” He whispers, and it’s only when you hear the crack in his voice that your playful air dissipates into seriousness. “I was afraid you’d reject who I am, that you’d reject me…”

“Kook-”

“Even now that you know who I am, what I am, I’m still afraid. I’m terrified that on the inside, you’re waiting for a chance to escape; that if I blink, then you’ll be gone…”

“Kook, look at me.” You reach up and squish his face between your hands, but he avoids your gaze. “Jeongguk.” You say his name more sternly, making his eyes flit up to meet yours, allowing you to see that they’re a little wet, glistening with the prospect of his frustrated tears. “Listen, I promise, I’m not going anywhere. Aren’t you listening silly?” You pinch his cheeks, trying to get him to smile. “I just asked you to mark me. I want to be yours.” You punctuate your sentence with another soft peck against his lips. He responds this time, but only after you’ve already pulled away, chasing your mouth with his own.

You giggle when he opens his eyes in confusion; he looks so puzzled by the absence of your lips that you can’t help yourself as you lean forward for another sweet kiss. The third time’s a charm you suppose, as this kiss is finally returned in a timely fashion, giving you a chance to really appreciate the feeling of his mouth against yours.

The years of waiting make Jeongguk a little bit impatient as he pulls you closer, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to lessen the distance between the two of you, your fingers absentmindedly tangling in his chestnut locks.

Jeongguk bites on your lower lip lightly, teasingly, before swiping his tongue across it. You happily part your lips and grant him access to your mouth which he eagerly accepts, his tongue flicking in happily as it explores the wetness of your mouth. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes your hips tightly, pulling you as close as he can as he drags your clothed core against the roughness of his jeans. When he hears the small noise he stops, slightly out of breath already as he looks up at you.

“W-we don’t have to do all this you know. All I h-have to do is- Well, I don’t even have to get involved really…”

“But I want you to.” You state. “I want you. Permanently.”

“P-Permanently? Y/N, that’s-”

“Dangerous, I know. But I want all of you Kookie.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at you, his eyes flashing dark red for the briefest second. “What if… What if you meet someone else?”

“I will never love another vampire for as long as I live. I can promise you that.”

“Are you sure?” He asks again.

“Jeongguk, you’re stalling.”

“I guess… I’m still trying to make sure this isn’t a dream.”

“Don’t worry Kook. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

This seems to be enough as he presses his lips back to yours, rougher this time. He bites harshly on your lower lip before trailing his kisses to your jaw, and down your neck, when he gets to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, he places one soft kiss against Yoongi’s bite mark before inhaling deeply and exhaling with a small whine.

“God you smell so good.” He whimpers before flipping you onto your back and crawling on top of you, burying his nose right back against your neck to breathe you in. He switches to the other side as one of his hands trails lightly up under your shirt. He pushes your bra up out of the way and grabs your breast, massaging it lightly as he nips at your neck, not to feed, just to tease.

You slide your hands up under his shirt and manage to yank it off over his head. You’ve seen Jeongguk shirtless a few times, but you’ve never been able to touch him. Not like this. Your hands trace along his muscular torso, memorizing every inch until Jeongguk interrupts your staring by tugging at your own shirt. You sit up enough for him to remove it and he tosses it to the ground before reaching around and unclasping your bra as well and adding it to the steadily growing pile of discarded garments.

Jeongguk sits back on his knees as he admires you, his eyes taking in every dip, every curve of your body with awe. “You’re so pretty Y/N…” He whispers.

“Will you shut up and kiss me?” You whine, trying to cover yourself with your arms, but Jeongguk quickly takes your wrists and pins them down at your sides. He smirks as he leans down, placing a soft peck on your bellybutton and making you giggle. He leaves kisses in his wake as he moves up your body, flicking his tongue over your nipples before returning to your mouth.

As he kisses you, Jeongguk's hands latch to your breasts, squeezing them tightly before pinching and tugging on your nipples. While he’s preoccupied, your retort is to reach down between your bodies and cup his hardness through his jeans. The sound that falls from his lips is the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard in your lifetime as he separates from you again, gazing down at you, his brow furrowed with pleasure. You press again, harder this time, squeezing him in your palm, and in a matter of seconds, Jeongguk has your pants undone and is tugging them down your legs with your panties before he sits up and starts to undo his belt.

You smack his hands away, making him whimper as you grab his belt. You take your sweet ass time, unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his jeans, and then oh so slowly tugging the zipper down. Jeongguk looks like he’s about to burst when you finally grab the waistbands of his jeans and boxers and start to tug them down his legs.

His erection springs free and you moan quietly at the sight of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jeongguk was seconds from cumming already with the amount of precum he’s leaking, actually dripping for you. You wrap your hand around his length and squeeze it gently, making Jeongguk gasp as he reaches out to grab onto you, his hands cupping your face a little too hard.

“What’s wrong Kookie?” You ask, innocently batting your eyelashes as you look up at him.

“Y-Y/N, you can’t- I can’t…” He whines.

You can’t help but giggle as you release his erection, pulling him back down on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist as your mouths collide. As you slip your tongue into his mouth, Jeongguk reaches down and removes his pants completely before he slips two fingers into your core, making you moan lightly.

“K-Kook…”

“Damn, you don’t need any prep at all, do you? You’re so wet.” He muses, pulling his fingers out and holding them in front of your face to prove his point.

“You’re one to talk. You look like you’re about to explode.” You tease. He silences you by slipping his fingers into your mouth, making you lick up your own wetness.

“If you don’t let me inside you in the next minute, I just might.” He growls. You dutifully suck his fingers clean before adjusting your hips, pushing them up against his cock to show you’re ready. “Fuck, alright baby.” He hisses from the bit of friction before lining himself up and pushing his hips forward.

The second he enters you, your mouth drops open in a silent scream as your body goes into a frenzy, something inside is screaming for you to stop, but it feels so good, why would you want to stop? Jeongguk must see the look on your face because he moves to explain.

“It feels wrong, right? That’s Yoongi’s mark. It’s trying to tell your body to stop because it knows I’m not Yoongi. But we’ll get that straightened out.” He states, seating himself deep inside you. Your brow furrows in concentration as you try to focus on the feeling of Jeongguk inside you, instead of the feeling of your body screaming no. He bends down and kisses you sweetly before whispering in your ear. “I’ll do a temporary one quick, then we can get to the good stuff, okay?”

“But-”

“I don’t want to mark you permanently with your body saying no, the mark might not hold and that could hurt you more than anything.”

“H-Hurry.” You whine, your stomach starting to twist in all sort of painful ways as your brain rejects Jeongguk.

“It’ll only hurt for a few seconds, I promise.” He places one more kiss against your lips before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you harshly.

Your brain screams in protest, your body trying to curl in on itself, but Jeongguk holds you firmly in place. It’s only a few seconds before you feel his fangs prick at your skin, but those few seconds feel like a lifetime with the pain coursing through your veins.

Then everything stops.

Your body, the pain, Jeongguk’s hips; everything is still except his mouth as it works on your neck and all you hear are the soft moans that leave his throat, groaning as he tastes you for the first time. Suddenly Jeongguk thrusts one more time and out of nowhere, your body is forced into a harsh, body-shaking orgasm.

You cry out from the pleasure that overwhelms you, your nails raking down Jeongguk’s back as you attempt to ground yourself, you core spasming, clenching relentlessly around Jeongguk, but he manages to contain himself, gently moving his hips to provide you with just enough stimulation to ride out your high.

When your body collapses underneath him, you feel Jeongguk’s tongue glide across your neck before he sits up. You watch through half lidded eyes as he rolls his tongue around his mouth, probably gathering up all the blood from his teeth. When he’s done, he smiles down at you, his fangs hidden again.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans before looking down at your disheveled state. “I think I should let you rest for a bit.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before moving to pull out. You stop him immediately, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

“I’m… I’m ready, please.”

“Y/N, you can barely keep your eyes open.” He chides softly.

“Jeongguk, please. I want to feel you, I want you, I-I want-”

“Okay, okay, shush baby.” He giggles as he kisses you again. He tests the waters with a tentative thrust of his hips, making you moan. He laughs. “Does it feel better now?”

“So much, god, Jeongguk please.” You beg.

“Ah hah~ D-don’t clench around me like that, fuck…” After one more kiss, Jeongguk picks his pace back up, his hips smacking against you with every thrust.

This time, all you feel is Jeongguk, and your body is more than pleased to surround him with your warmth. You pull him closer and he starts a slow, but relentless pace. Jeongguk’s moans are music to your ears as he pants against your neck, pressing kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach.

You love this feeling; being so close, so connected to Jeongguk as the two of you use each other’s bodies for pleasure for the first time. Everything feels right. Unfortunately, the feeling doesn’t last long, as you feel your high rapidly approaching again, but luckily, Jeongguk’s hips falter, giving away his looming release.

“Jeongguk, I’m ready.”

“I know. I know.” He pants. “I know… Fuck.” He moves his weight from his elbows to his hands, reaching one of them up and tracing over your carotid artery with his fingertips. “A-are you sure?”

You nod. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. I love you.” He whispers, cupping your face gently.

“I love you too.” You punctuate your statement with a passionate kiss. Knowing that this could all go terribly wrong in a matter of seconds, you want to make sure he knows it’s not his fault if this ends badly.

Jeongguk pulls back and looks at you one last time to make sure. You nod, and then he nods before leaning down, he presses one soft kiss against your artery before pounding into you roughly, kickstarting your orgasm. As soon as your core starts to clench around him again, Jeongguk digs in. He buries his face in your neck and you feel his fangs pierce you. This time it stings a bit more, and you feel yourself get lightheaded much faster. Your moans of pleasure quickly fade into soft whimpers before Jeongguk pulls back. You feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over the puncture wounds he made in a panicked fashion, trying to get them to close as fast as he can. You can feel your blood dripping down the side of your neck, but it’s the slightest trail, and when he’s sure your mark is closed, Jeongguk laps up the bit the spilled before it reaches the pillow beneath you.

Jeongguk slams into you one last time with a rough moan. You look up at him as he spills his cum inside you to see blood dripping down the side of his chin. You feel his warmth filling you up as he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily.

“Kook…” You gasp, your throat sore.

“Yes, baby? Are you okay?” He immediately sits back up and hovers over you.

You giggle as you reach up to swipe the blood off his chin with your thumb. “You missed some.” You state, holding your thumb up to his mouth. His face relaxes and he smiles softly as he licks the remnants of you off the digit. He pulls out and cleans you up gently before laying beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, turning your face toward him.

“Mhm.” You nods slowly, already half asleep. You press Jeongguk down onto his back and snuggle up to his side, tossing an arm around his waist. He reacts immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“I love you Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you drift off.

When you wake up, Jeongguk is wrapped around you, his chest pressed to your back as he snoozes, his breathing rhythmic from sleep. You roll over in his arms to look at him, he looks so sweet and peaceful like this, you almost forget that he has fangs and drinks blood. You smile to yourself, unable to resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek, unintentionally causing him to stir. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a moment to focus on you, but when he does, his eyes go wide in astonishment.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Kookie.”

“You’re… You’re still here.” He reaches up and touches your face; your cheeks, your lips, your hair; just to make sure you’re real.

You smile at his antics. “I told you I would be. So, am I yours?”

Jeongguk leans over and brushes your hair out of the way, examining your neck before pressing a soft kiss to it. “You’re all mine.”

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