#bones and all headers

[pony-yo]

bones and all (2022) dir. by luca guadagnino

[faelayouts]

a bones and all header w matches this icon plss, tyy<3

[melodialirica]

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[rueftjules]

BONES AND ALL HEADERS | packs.

[tchlmet]

summer 🌞

[spotaus]

Okay, this was long overdue tbh 😔🙏(N Lore (?) Under the cut!)

I've been meaning to make N a new ref for a bit, so here we are! Since she's my skele-sona I kinda want to do a quick rundown on her design elements for fun, then her in-universe lore!

(Note: I refer to her a lot with she/her, she is technically a she/they/he/it genderfluid kinda girly, but I made her before gender tomfoolery registered in my brain so I default to 'she/her' out of habit-)

Design:

Her Halo/Crescent/Horns were initially inspired by wanting her to have metaphorical horns instead of slapping points onto her skull. She's also a shape-shifter, so her human form uses the crescent like a hair clip! Also based on the moon a bit.

The wings/tail are things I ended up w/ in the long run. The wings used to be optional + usually based on specific birds, and the tail was thicker w/ an end piece that looked like a fountain pen tip, but the long windy one abd the black wings were more fun to draw/animate!

Virgin Killer sweater used to be a Grey sleeveless turtleneck, but I just like the aesthetics here better.

Arm Gloves/Leg Socks are half because I hate drawing arm bones, abd half because I thought it brought more dynamic shapes into the design! Also... kibty... (inspired by gloves/socks I own)

Pants: She's always worn snow-pants in her design, and they used to have hanging suspenders, but I removed them. Why they're amarica colored I couldn't tell you... I just like the color combo 😔

Cracks on her face: The forehead crack is inspired by when I tripped and smacked my forehead onto a stair corner as a kid (blacked out, don't remember the hospital trip that followed?). Chin crack inspo is a random scar I have on my chin!

Color on Bones: I actually just added this, but my skin gets blotchy when I'm nervous or embarrassed, and I like the visual that N's magic does that to her Often lol. So! It's like blush! (It's also on her collarbone but you can't normally see it, haha-)

Blue + Purple: I actually don't have symbolism here. Just that I had another oc (B) who was my *other* skelesona insert oc, and *her* colors were blue and purple. N used to have white eyelights I think? Silver? But N and B traded off some traits in a point where I tried to combine them, and the result was this current version of N! Actually...

Old Art jumpscare...

So, I stole the pattern from her jacket and put it kn her pants, stole the crack in B's forehead and gave it to N, her Halo kept tilting further left, and I revoked shoe privileges?? Idk man, it's been a wild ride.

Oh! Her hands *do* still have holes in them too.

Lore:

N is less like Me and more like a bossy little minion I custom-made to go harass my ocs. She exists anywhere, anytime, and is only restricted my universal laws if it makes a situation more interesting. Very much a mary-sue. Meant to play almost a 'narrator' role!

She has beef specifically with Ichor (because I put hin thru so so much in the early days-) and is very chill with Phishbone and Pretender. She loves to chill in different aus with different people, but she adores just being obnoxious to my ocs specifically. Objectively, *not* a good person 🙏

And yeah. She looks different in has new clothes everytimr I draw her, but this is a good basic design base!

[iconsfilm]

oii, icons do timothee pra uma dessas duas headers aqui?? mto obgg

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[stalkiwi]

Wym '' life used to be simple'' are you okay???

nah. life sucks bro. those moving png on my screen are all that keeps me alive. dont fall at my level. 'tis my last advice

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ playing dangerous ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ player 177. your assigned number. the three digits stitched in stark white thread on the coarse forest-green tracksuit now clinging to your body. you didn’t remember putting it on. you didn’t remember anything between falling asleep in your cramped apartment and waking up in this sterile, alabaster void. the tracksuit was loose in some places, tight in others, the fabric rough against your skin, a similar sensation for the discomfort that had settled deep into your bones.

˚ ༘♡ the air here was heavy, oppressive. tension hung over the room like a storm cloud, pressing down on everyone in its path. you sat on the thin mattress of your cot, the iron bars of the bedframe biting into your back as you leaned against them. your throat was dry, your lips chapped, and a faint crust of dried blood clung to the edge of your mouth, an unpleasant reminder of the chaos you’d barely survived. in your lap rested a cold metal bento box, unopened. the thought of eating its contents of rubbery eggs and starchy rice, made your stomach churn. it wasn’t hunger gnawing at you but dread. eating felt like acknowledging the possibility of another day here, in this place where death lingered so close you could almost taste it.

˚ ༘♡ death. it wasn’t something you’d ever had to think about seriously before. you were young, healthy enough, aside from the occasional winter flu. life’s struggles had been mundane, bills, work, nothing quite noteworthy. you’d thought financial trouble was the worst of your problems. how naive that seemed now. the sharp crack of gunfire still rang in your ears, and the memory of bodies crumpling mid-run played in an endless loop in your mind. every scream, every desperate gasp for air as life left someone’s body, was etched into your mind.

˚ ༘♡ this wasn’t life. it was survival, twisted into something grotesque. children’s games weaponized against desperate people for the amusement of others, with the promise of money as bait. one hundred million won for every life taken. your own life, reduced to a figure on a balance sheet. you’d survived the first game, the horrifying version of red light, green light, but at what cost? surely, after witnessing such carnage, the others would have voted to leave. you’d been certain of it. but the desperation was stronger. greed was stronger. most players had chosen to stay, ignoring the horrors of what lay ahead.

˚ ༘♡ “the next game,” player 456 had said, “will be cutting shapes out of dalgona candy. pick the triangle. it’s the easiest.” his voice had carried a strange conviction, and he claimed to know these games intimately, even to have won before. but how could you trust him? maybe he was lying, or maybe it didn’t matter. maybe none of you were meant to leave this place alive.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, 177!” the crude voice shattered your thoughts, dragging you back to the present.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced up to see player 230, “thanos,” as he called himself, sauntering toward you. his garish purple hair stood out like a bruise against the sterile backdrop, and his brightly colored nails flashed as he gestured. he’d painted them to match the infinity stones, leaning fully into the nickname he’d given himself. behind him, player 124 followed, all sharp angles and slicked-back hair, his grin as eager and sly as ever.

˚ ༘♡ “why didn’t you vote for one more game, huh?” thanos sneered, his voice laced with mockery. “you had no problem playing foul last round.”

˚ ༘♡ you frowned, rising slowly to your feet. “you and i both know it was an accident,” you replied steadily. “everyone was running for their lives. i didn’t block your way on purpose. we both finished in time, didn’t we? no harm done.”

˚ ༘♡ he rolled his eyes, his expression exaggerated and spontaneous. “yeah, sure, whatever. typical cold-hearted bitch behavior.”

˚ ༘♡ player 124 cackled at the insult, his laughter harsh and grating. “that’s right. cold, stuck-up bitch,” he echoed, his voice dripping with scorn.

˚ ༘♡ their taunts were designed to provoke you, but you refused to give them the satisfaction. your hands curled into fists, but you forced yourself to relax them, forced yourself to breathe. these two thrived on conflict, and the best thing you could do was walk away. you turned on your heel, ignoring their shouts, and started to move toward the far corner of the room.

˚ ༘♡ “hey! i’m talking to you!” thanos barked, stumbling after you with heavy, uncoordinated steps. he didn’t get far. player 001 stepped into his path, his expression stoic and unyielding.

˚ ༘♡ “don’t you boys have any respect?” player 001 asked, his voice quiet but firm. there was something about him, an emanation of authority that made everyone within earshot pause.

˚ ༘♡ thanos bristled, his arrogance faltering for just a moment. “mind your own damn business, old man,” he snapped, jerking forward.

˚ ༘♡ player 001 didn’t flinch. when thanos lunged at him, the older man moved with startling precision, sidestepping the punch with ease. he grabbed thanos by the wrist mid-swing and twisted sharply, forcing a guttural yelp from the younger man as his knees buckled. with a swift motion, player 001 yanked him forward and drove an elbow into his chest, the dull, cracking impact echoing in the room. thanos collapsed onto the floor, clutching his ribs and coughing violently.

˚ ༘♡ player 124 scrambled forward, his face twisted in fury. “bastard!” he yelled, charging with reckless abandon. player 001 turned just in time, catching the younger man by the collar and using his momentum against him. a sharp twist and a well-placed shove sent player 124 sprawling into the edge of a nearby cot, the metal frame rattling as he hit it with a thud.

˚ ༘♡ the fight wasn’t over. thanos struggled to his feet, his face contorted in pain and rage. “you’re gonna regret that, old man,” he spat, lunging again. this time, player 001’s response was more deliberate. he ducked under thanos’s wild swing, stepped inside his reach, and delivered a devastating blow to his lower torso. the younger man doubled over, gasping, before player 001 swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor once more.

˚ ༘♡ not finished, player 124 staggered up again, charging at player 001 with fists raised. the older man sidestepped and grabbed player 124 by the arm, wrenching it behind his back and forcing him to the ground with a hoarse cry of pain. he planted a knee firmly against player 124’s spine, holding him there as the younger man squirmed and cursed.

˚ ༘♡ thanos, blood now trickling from his nose, crawled toward his friend, wheezing apologies and swearing obscenities all at once. player 001 released player 124 with a shove, stepping back as the two younger men lay crumpled together on the floor.

˚ ༘♡ the room was silent, every player watching in stunned awe. then, slowly, the silence broke into cheers and clapping. player 001 straightened his posture, his expression as calm and inscrutable as ever. without a word, he turned and walked back to where player 456 and a few others were gathered, leaving the two troublemakers to nurse their wounds.

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, then followed him. when you reached his side, you spoke softly. “i wanted to thank you, sir. if you hadn’t stepped in, they wouldn’t have stopped harassing me and disturbing the peace. you’ve done us all a favor.”

˚ ༘♡ player 001 turned to look at you, his dark eyes meeting yours briefly before he nodded. he said nothing, his expression unreadable. there was something deeply weary about him, a weight that seemed to press down on his shoulders. his posture was rigid, his face lined with exhaustion, and though he was relatively handsome, it was the kind of masculine appeal eroded by time and hardship.

˚ ༘♡ you wondered what had brought him here, what had led him to the point where he’d chosen, or been pushed into, to enter this place. you didn’t ask. prying into his past would be an impolite gesture and an indignity for what he had done for you.

a/n: my first squid game fanfiction! i definitely want to write more for hwang in-ho in the future so let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[flowersforbucky]

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[p1astr81]

sub!oscar bc he's down bad? 😩 obsessed, give me ten

ask and I shall deliver! my second smut ever written so pls understand this isn’t my expertise.

warnings: sub!needy!oscar (obv), overstim, pnv, excessive use of the word baby, probably cringe idk, hint of dry humping

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Oscar hated triple headers, and he especially hated when you couldn’t get work off to join him for at least one of those weeks.

And god did he miss you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you tried to drag him out of bed every morning just to be unable to move him an inch, and finally settle for kissing him until he couldn’t get back to sleep. And he missed the sweet smell of your perfume. And how the scent of your shampoo would flood his nose whenever you cuddled up with him at night. And he even missed your thievery, how you would snatch his hoodies when he wasn’t looking. The list could’ve gone on and on.

But he had to admit, even with all that sappy stuff, he did miss the sex.

He’d been so deprived of you that even the mere thought of you got him all riled up, and had his dick already hardening in his jeans.

It was definitely wrong, but the entire flight home, he was envisioning different ways to wake you up so you’d finally get him off after three very long weeks.

He never got to execute a single one though, because when he got home and crept into your shared bedroom, you weren’t there.

“Looking for something, pretty boy?” Your sweet, sultry voice brought a smile to his lips.

He turned to find your silhouette in the doorway, the only light flooding in from behind you. He quickly realized you were in nothing but a lingerie set. Not even a thin nighty covered your curves. It took everything in him to hold back a groan.

So sensual, you sauntered over to him, grabbing his face with your hands. You kissed his nose. “I’ve missed you.” You muttered.

Oscar allowed himself to grip your hips. Your breath hitched when he pulled you impossibly close. You could feel how hard he was. “Seems like you missed me, too.” You teased, a muted giggle. “And that seems really painful.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled against your lips, already drunk on the smell of your shampoo and perfume, and the way your skin felt beneath his fingers, and the weight of your body against his.

He leaned forward, trying to kiss you properly. You pulled away, and he fucking whined.

“Someone’s needy.” You quipped.

Oscar bowed his head, shamelessly eyeing the curve of your tits. “Baby, I haven’t seen you in three weeks.”

You clicked your tongue, faking a pout that he could just make out in the dark. “Oh and that’s so long.” You purposely ground your hips into him.

His breath came out shaky. “Fuck, baby please.”

You hushed him, trailing kisses from his mouth to the curve of his neck and collar bones.

Each open-mouthed kiss sent a bolt of pleasure through him. If he didn’t do something, he was going to cum untouched. So he reached behind you and unclipped your bra.

You drew back. “Needy and impatient. What’s gotten into you?” You teased, backing him up until he’s fallen on the bed. Your lips restart their attack on his neck. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.” You breathlessly, complain. While you fumble to remove his shirt, Oscar is undoing his pants. He didn’t need to be told twice.

“So fuckin sexy.” You rasped, your hands traveling down his bare chest, tracing the grooves of his muscles. The soft biting of your lip drove him insane.

His jeans had been thrown somewhere in the room. It left the both of you in your just underwear. He took hold of your hips and rolled them against his own. The both of you moaned at the contact.

Silently, you pulled his hands away from your hips, planting them to the mattress. Your lips made his way down his chest, pausing when you reached the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re torturing me.” He panted in anticipation. He didn’t like how you smiled in response, like you had a plan for more torturous activity.

Of course, you did.

You mouthed his dick over his boxers.

Oscar stuttered a whispered curse. He gripped your hands, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth open in a silent moan. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck.” He moaned, high pitched. “Please, need you.”

He groaned when your fingers dipped under his waistband and peeled his boxers down his legs. His dick was impossibly hard and throbbing with need.

“Shit,” you cursed, finally letting go of his hands. “You’re so hot like this.” Shedding your panties, you made your way back up the mattress, shattering his hopes that you’d take him down your throat. You cupped his cheek. He was so blissed out and hadn’t even cum yet. “Tell me what you need.”

His hands ran up and down your legs while you hovered over him, he fought the urge to buck up into you. “You— I need, hm, I need you to—“ Before he could even finish, you sunk down on his cock, taking him fully in one go. A symphony of moans filled the room.

You only got three strokes in before his hands shot to your hips and stopped you from moving. “Wait— wait.” He panted. Brows furrowed, you questioned the action. “I’m, if you keep going I’m gonna cum.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m so close.”

You held back a laugh. “Already?” You feigned remorse, choosing to tighten around him.

He gasped. “Shit, shit. Don’t do that.” He pleaded.

You did it again and earned another gasp. “Seriously, I’m gonna cum.” Pleading, glazed over eyes looked up at yours.

Gently, you took his hands in yours and relocated them to your tits. “Good.”

He tried to protest when you started to move again, but was cut off by his own moans. He mumbled out incoherent praises, struggling to catch his breath.

You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Feels so good.” You muttered, and he greedily swallowed your moans.

The new angle felt even better. Oscar didn’t last long. He didn’t even get a chance to warn you before he was cumming inside you. Good thing you were on birth control. He pulled you down to muffle his moans against your lips.

But you didn’t stop. You continued to rock your hips at a steady pace, which was all fine until the pleasure started to become too much for Oscar.

“Ah, fuck, babe please-“

“Do you want me to stop?”

Oscar remained silent, but continued to fill the space with his shaky, breathy moans and incoherent muttering. “Perfect, so perfect.”

You sped up your movements, so close to the brink. Hiding your face in the curve of his neck, you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He hissed, but didn’t complain.

He could tell you were close based on your quickening breaths and how your moans gradually increased in pitch. His fingers met your clit, and only circled it three times before you collapsed over the edge, body shaking. Oscar came for the second time and pulled you off of him after riding out both of your highs.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he confessed his love to you. You smiled and kissed him lazily, eyes closed as sleep tried to drag you away.

“Hey, not yet. Shower first and then sleep.” Oscar advised, picking you up before you could protest.

[pa1nrema1ns]

Opiate² || Sung Jin-woo (18+ One-shot)

Featuring: Yandere!Priest Sung Jin-woo x Fem!reader

If you want to get your soul to heaven Trust in me now, don't you judge or question You are broken now, but faith can heal you Just do everything I tell you to do

Summary:

“What you feel in your heart, the yearning you have for this man, it’s only to be expected. You are flesh and blood, malleable and weak to temptation. As am I… If you would indulge me, may I ask who it is that you covet so deeply?" “He—he is a man of faith,” you stutter, “someone I should have no business thinking about.” Father Jin-woo’s reply is sharp enough to cut bone: “But you still want him all the same, don’t you? This forbidden fruit of yours?”

♱ Word count: 5.8k

♱ A/N: It's finally here! My first, full-fledged smut fic, and I am beyond excited to share it with you all! Once again, I want to thank the incredible @ekkurea. She completely knocked it out of the park with her drop-dead gorgeous rendition of Father Jin-woo. She is an amazing artist and an absolute joy to work with. I highly recommend visiting her gallery and commissioning her.

I also want to thank my lovely friend and beta-reader @heyimkana for brainstorming ideas and offering encouragement during the writing process of this piece. Her help and insight has been invaluable, and I am extremely grateful for her support.

♱ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, piv, body worship (giving and receiving), canon compliant AU (hunters and gates exist; Jin-woo is a retired hunter), afab!reader, dirty talk, religious themes and imagery, blasphemy, sacrilege, manipulation, possessiveness, voyeurism, gratuitous praise, pet names, softdom!Jin-woo.

♱ Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @anitalenia

♱ Header artwork by: @ekkurea exclusively for this fic. Please do not repost, edit, or use for your own fics, headcanons, or drabbles.

Your heart hammers inside your chest as you gaze at the confessional booth. A cursory glance at your surroundings reveals no other churchgoers inside the cathedral. Apart from a lone priest hidden behind the lattice, you were the only sign of life in this house of God.

An eerie silence floods the communal hall, worsening your anxiety. You release a shaky breath and wring your fists in consternation, too nervous to move from your spot in the pews.

Given your circumstances, you’re unsure if you should consider the lack of an audience a blessing or a curse. The foreboding atmosphere inside the church makes the latter seem more fitting, and for the first time since joining the parish, you find yourself feeling unwelcome and isolated here.

As if you were an outcast.

You clench your teeth at the thought.

In all your years of being a loyal parishioner, you hadn’t once sought penance. And up until this point, you didn’t have a reason to. You were a highly pious individual, regularly attending Mass, participating in the holy sacraments, and devoting all your free time to liturgical services. Of course, you weren’t always so virtuous. You had your vices, as all people do, but you remained steadfast on the path of righteousness. You had done everything in your power to live a life free from sin.

But the devil never sleeps, and evil lurks in the hearts of men.

Despite your best efforts, you were seduced into partaking of the forbidden fruit, and from the tree of knowledge, you ate. Now a blight has been cast on you, an affliction so devastating in its destructiveness that it left you teetering on the cusp of madness. Sin crept its way into your life, and it was slowly rotting you from the inside out.

Wickedness and temptation manifest in many ways depending on the person. For some, it’s hedonistic pleasures like promiscuity, excessive drinking, or gambling. For others, it’s immoral acts such as violence, theft, or murder.

For you, sin came in the form of a man.

Father Jin-woo stood out among the rest of the clergy. Young, roguishly handsome, and captivating in all measures, he attracted a considerable amount of attention from the parish. What’s more, the enigmatic priest proved to be a highly capable shepherd to his flock. In fact, he was held in such high regard within the church that many of Jin-woo’s followers attended his sermons just to catch a glimpse of him. The man was simply mesmerizing, both in aura and appearance.

Rumors abound about him being a former hunter, and if word of mouth is to be believed, he had been a damn incredible one. Why Jin-woo chose to abandon glory and riches beyond all reckoning for a humble life of the cloth, you did not know. To your fellow parishioners, it was a noble and benevolent decision.

But his aloof demeanor gave you pause. The man seemed to keep everyone at arm’s length, and then there were his eyes, so unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You noticed right away that Jin-woo always had a coldness to his eyes, even while proclaiming the word of God. It was a truly menacing stare, one that burned white hot with the promise of brimstone and hellfire.

Yet it wasn’t fear or adoration that struck your heart when you first witnessed this side of him.

It was pure and unbridled lust. An animalistic desire to be so thoroughly ruined, so thoroughly fucked by Jin-woo that not even the deepest dregs of Hell would have you.

You remember the rush of heat curling low and heavy in your stomach as you watched him give Mass the other day. You swiped your tongue across your lips as you imagined mouthing at the smooth expanse of his neck. You’d leave little love marks on the sensitive skin just above his clerical collar, making it impossible for him to hide.

When the priest raised his arms in supplication, his muscles pulled taut against the sleeves of his cassock, causing your breath to catch in your throat. That single action triggered a domino effect on you. Your panties began to dampen, your heart rate skyrocketed, and your clit pulsed for attention. You pressed your thighs together, attempting to quell the ache between them, but the small amount of friction it produced just wasn’t enough; you needed more. You needed Jin-woo’s fingers to be knuckle-deep inside your tight, wet cunt.

You bit back a moan and tried to ignore your arousal, hoping it would just go away on its own. But it was no use; every aspect of the priest bewitched you in that moment. His calm composure, the hard ridges of his body, and his quiet self-assurance all spoke of virility.

Ultimately, it was his piercing gaze that sealed your fall from grace. During the Penitential Act, you locked eyes with Jin-woo. There was such a smoldering, sexual intensity in the way he looked at you that it bordered on being indecent. You trembled under his stare, and for a fraction of a second, you saw the hint of a smirk upon his lips before he turned his focus elsewhere.

After that, your fantasies ran wild and unimpeded, your mind full to bursting with pornographic prose. You thought of Jin-woo pinning your knees to your chest as he pounded into your pussy until it molded to the shape of him. He’d bend you to his will, forcing every ounce of pleasure out of your pliant body while your ankles dangled helplessly from his broad shoulders like earrings.

Next, you fantasized about him eating you out like a starved beast as you writhed and moaned like a whore on the altar. The other clergymen would watch on in envy as they stroked their plump and leaking cocks, wishing they could also get a taste of your dripping pussy.

You idly wondered if Jin-woo would make you cum with slow, purposeful licks or if he would ruthlessly tongue fuck you, sucking and flicking at your sensitive little clit until you were a wailing mess.

Eventually these lust-fueled thoughts became too much to bear; slick coated your thighs, and the fire in your loins was blazing into an all-out inferno. You ended up sneaking out of Mass midway through the scripture readings to slake your thirst.

You took refuge in an unoccupied sacristy and slid your soaked panties to the side. Your cunt was positively throbbing with want; it was frightening just how aroused you were. But fear wasn’t about to stop you from making yourself cum.

You circled your clit and slowly pumped two fingers in and out of your sopping core, curling the digits against a spot that caused you to let out a small whimper as you sought more stimulation. The priest’s face was on your mind and his name on your lips when you came with a hushed moan.

The entire time, you were oblivious to the silent specter watching you from the shadows.

When you returned, there was something decidedly wrong with Jin-woo. His forehead was dotted with sweat, he had a white-knuckled hold on the podium, and he’d bitten his lip so hard blood ran down his chin. A few of the parishioners voiced their concerns, worried he might’ve taken ill, but he waved them off, wiping his mouth and continuing his oration as if nothing had happened.

You felt the priest’s eyes boring into you as you took your seat, and you ended up avoiding his gaze for the rest of the sermon.

At that time, an irrational part of you feared that Jin-woo knew what you did in the sacristy. But he couldn't have heard you through the thick walls of the cathedral… could he? No, there was no way. He was probably just pissed at you for disrupting his service; you’d have to apologize the next time you saw him.

That night, you prayed to the Almighty for forgiveness, but no amount of Hail Marys would be enough to rid you of the guilt and shame you felt. You needed absolution, an act of mercy that only an ordained priest could grant you.

You don’t know whether to cry or laugh at the irony of it all. Fate had a really fucked-up sense of humor, didn’t it?

And this brought you to where you are now, a penitent seeking salvation.

After several minutes of self-reflection, you strengthen your resolve and finally stand up from the pews; it was now or never. You approach the booth and make the sign of the cross prior to entering.

You cross yourself once more as you kneel behind the screen. All is silent, save for the steady breathing of the unseen priest. You swallow nervously before greeting him, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession.”

A deep and familiar voice responds wholeheartedly to your call.

“Peace be upon you and take heart. You show much bravery by coming here today. To seek penance is to acknowledge our own faults and misgivings. It is a vulnerable act, but the Lord is merciful and just. You’ve nothing to fear in his presence. Now, please tell me, what have you come to confess?”

Just your luck; it was Jin-woo. Fate definitely had it out for you.

You release a breath you’re not even aware you’ve been holding and begin to speak your truth.

“Father, for the last few months I’ve been overcome by sexual desire for… an acquaintance of mine. At first, I thought it was an innocent crush, but as time passes, I find myself becoming more and more obsessed with him… to the point where it scares me.”

You can feel your face growing hot as you speak; it makes you feel even smaller and more exposed in front of the priest. You keep your head firmly bowed, refusing to face him.

“I see, so these lustful thoughts and feelings are what trouble you?” he inquires, tone impartial.

“Yes, Father,” you answer sullenly.

“God sends us many in the way of trials and tribulations, both to test our faith and to build character. It is unfortunate that affliction often precedes deliverance, but only in suffering can we truly blossom and grow stronger.”

After a short pause, he continues, his voice dulcet now. “What you feel in your heart, the yearning you have for this man, it’s only to be expected. You are flesh and blood, malleable and weak to temptation. As am I… If you would indulge me, may I ask who it is that you covet so deeply?"

“He—he is a man of faith,” you stutter, “someone I should have no business thinking about.”

Jin-woo’s reply is sharp enough to cut bone: “But you still want him all the same, don’t you? This forbidden fruit of yours?”

You raise your head and direct your gaze at the screen, diffident. He continues, “Two days ago, I saw you departing from Mass quite suddenly. I grew concerned, of course; you’re always so engaged when it comes to receiving the message of God, so I found your actions to be highly out of character… Now, after listening to your plight, I can’t help but wonder if that unusual behavior has anything to do with what we’re discussing right now.”

‘Wait, what!?’ You think, internally panicking. ‘Did he know? Did Jin-woo actually know—’

“I recall one of the deacons pulling me to the side after service that day. He was blushing furiously; when I asked him what was wrong, he mentioned hearing a noise that sounded like a woman’s moans and whimpers coming from our sacristy. Strange, isn’t it?”

“…” Words fail you. From behind the lattice, the priest’s eyes shift from cobalt blue to a sinister shade of amethyst as he studies your face.

There’s an audible smirk in his voice when he next asks, “Does any of this ring a bell for you? And do be honest with me when you answer this time. You’ll find that I have a low tolerance for liars, sweet girl.”

Your heart plummets into the pit of your stomach. So, he knew. He fucking knew this whole time, and he played you like a fiddle. The writing was on the wall, and there was no use in playing coy with a man who saw straight through your bullshit.

“Yes… it does,” you answer in barely above a faltering whisper, “I was in that room when I should’ve been at Mass, and I—I was touching… myself.”

There’s only silence on the other side of the lattice. The lack of a response makes you feel an even deeper sense of embarrassment.

You frantically apologize to Jin-woo, hoping to make amends. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Father! The sins I’ve committed behind these sacred walls are unforgivable, but I just couldn’t take it anymore! The person—the man I’ve been lusting over—is you!”

The priest inhales sharply, his first notable reaction since this debacle began.

“I lost control of myself as I watched you during your sermon; I couldn’t stop thinking about having your hands all over me!” you babble, “I left that day because I was so turned on by you; it was driving me insane! I hid in the sacristy and masturbated just so the hunger would go away…and I imagined some truly terrible things about you as I touched myself.”

When Jin-woo graces you with a response, his voice is husky, with an air of desperation in it. “Tell me what it is you thought of; reveal to me your darkest and most depraved impulses. And do not hold back. I won’t be able to cleanse your soul of sin unless I know the true depths of your debauchery.”

Your eyes widen, not so much from his request but from the wanton neediness in his voice. It awakens something inside you, something primal that rids you of all shame and inhibition.

“I’ve daydreamt of you fucking me in front of the clergy with my legs spread wide open on the altar.” you say, emboldened now, “I fantasized about sucking your cock and forcing so much pleasure on you that you forsake God, and I become the new deity you worship. I want to corrupt you in the same way the devil has corrupted me. There’s a sickness inside me, Father, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

You hear the faint rustling of clothes and a belt clinking. A moment later, a throaty groan escapes the priest, and the sound shoots straight to your core. You slip a hand beneath the sundress you’re wearing and run a finger along your slit, already wet with slick.

You didn’t care if he saw you this time. There was nothing left for you to hide.

“Meet me outside of the booth. Now.” Jin-woo abruptly demands, his terse tone brooking no argument. You heed his words without question, standing on coltish legs and walking with a slight tremor as you exit the confessional.

Jin-woo is in full view before you now, a licentious shell of his former self. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead haphazardly, sweat ran in rivulets down his face, and his fly was undone, exposing his hard and drooling cock.

You shamelessly drink him in. His cock was thick, thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, with prominent veins and a slight curve towards the tip that looked like it would hit you just right. His cockhead was also flushed a vibrant shade of red, and pearls of precum glistened at the glans. You wet your lips in anticipation, eager to get a taste of him. Jin-woo notices your ogling and gives himself a languid pump, once then twice, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Come to me,” he purrs, “Come so that I may bestow your penance.”

You take a step, but then he stops you with a second command.

“No, angel; I need you on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl to me like the lost little lamb that you are. Crawl for me, crawl for my cock.”

You sink to your knees and lower your hands to the ground, making sure to give the priest an ample view of your cleavage as you slink towards him on all fours. His expression is rhapsodic as he watches you, like a man who’s finally found purpose in his life.

“Look at you, look at how fucking gorgeous you are on your hands and knees. Such an obedient girl for me,” he coos at you with honeyed praise, cracks starting to show in his stoic façade.

Once you’re at his feet, Jin-woo quickly resumes his authoritative tone. “Give me your chin,” he orders. You obey, tilting your head back, and he grabs you firmly by the jaw, forcing you to look at him.

His eyes emit a luminous glow, reminding you of his status as an S-rank hunter. You’d all but forgotten this through the haze of your lust-addled mind, but you weren’t afraid of the priest’s change in attitude. In fact, you find his display of power invigorating.

He slowly caresses your cheek with his thumb and gravely states, “The devil has sunk his fangs into you, sweet girl, and he tempts you just as he tempts me, through our baser instincts. Your soul is tainted, but it’s not beyond salvation by my hands. Only by succumbing to your carnal desire for me can you achieve absolution. Knowing this, are you fully prepared to accept the penance you’ve earned?”

You try to nod your head, but he tightens his hold on you—not enough to hurt, just enough to let you know who’s in charge.

“Use your words, angel.”

“Yes, Father.”

A rakish smile spreads across his face, and he presses a chaste kiss to your head. “Good girl. Now, take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours. Earlier you said that you would make me forsake God for pleasure. That was the devil speaking through you, no doubt. Let’s test this twisted conviction of his, shall we?”

He releases you and rises to his full height, glancing down expectantly. You immediately get to work, eager to satisfy him. You tug at the waistband of Jin-woo’s trousers, and he tilts his narrow hips to assist you. Once the pants are halfway down his thighs, you’re able to fully take him in. Not only was his dick intimidating in girth, but it was also long and even prettier up close.

There’s a potent headiness in the air that surrounds him, a distinctly masculine scent that you can’t help but crave more of. Unable to resist, you lean forward, bracing yourself against one of Jin-woo’s legs, and press your nose against the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

When he sees you smelling him, the priest lets out a soft chuckle that breaks into a moan when you begin to play with his balls. You gently fondle them, appreciating the weight and feel in your hand. With your other hand, you stroke his shaft, alternating between twisting and up-and-down motions. Jin-woo lets out a pleased grunt at your ministrations and rasps, “Hah…ahh… yeah, just like that, just like—oh!—oh, fuck!” The priest hisses as his cock is suddenly engulfed in the wet heat of your mouth.

You swallow around him, swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft before pulling back to kitten-lick at his leaking cockhead. He tastes like salt and skin, and you dip your tongue into his slit to savor more of him. Once you’ve had your fill of his pre, you hollow your cheeks and sink your mouth further down his length. Jin-woo tosses his head back, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.

“Good girl—fuuuck!”

At this stage, your neglected pussy was wet and positively aching with need. Without stopping your ministrations, you sneak your other hand between the juncture of your thighs and slide a finger into your core. There’s absolutely no resistance, allowing you to effortlessly slip two more fingers in, up to the knuckle. This finally gives you the sense of fullness you’ve been longing for. Once satisfied with the stretch, you begin to massage your inner walls and grind your clit against the heel of your palm.

Your actions cause you to whine and moan around Jin-woo’s cock. He hums lowly, equal parts amused and aroused by your neediness.

“Mmm…are you touching that greedy cunt again? Heh, how cute... no—no, don't stop touching yourself, angel. I want you to get off too. I want you to make yourself cum with my cock in your throat and your fingers thrusting into that perfect pussy.” Praise intermingled with filth spews from his lips as he becomes lost in the feeling of your mouth. The priest promptly tightens his hold on your head and starts to buck his hips, face-fucking you at a brutal tempo.

The sudden intrusion causes your eyes to well, and you gag as you feel him hitting the back of your throat. You focus on breathing through your nose and attempt to relax your throat, a monumental task given how girthy and long the priest's dick was. Jin-woo takes note of your discomfort and stills his hips. You glance up at him through tears, and there's a softness in his features you'd never seen before. Unprompted, he loosens his hold on your head and cards his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands from your face. Next, he rubs the pads of his thumbs over your dampened cheeks. You melt into his touch and nuzzle against his hand.

After remaining like this for a few precious moments, Jin-woo begins to thrust again, this time at a much slower and less punishing pace. You allow him to guide your head down his shaft while you pump your fingers into your wet heat. A coil was sprung tight in your abdomen, and each swipe at your clit and scrape against your inner walls sends a thrum of pleasure throughout your body. The shockwaves to your impending orgasm were already set in stone; all you needed was that final push to send you toppling over the edge—

Without warning, you feel the presence of a large palm cupping your mons. It glides along your panties, tracing your pussy lips through the thin material. Before you can process what's happening, your underwear is tugged to the side and your fingers are pried from your cunt by an invisible force. Something much bigger replaces the digits. It fills you to the brim in one go, knocking the air out of your lungs. Your thighs shake when the appendage starts to undulate against your plush walls. Every twist and turn causes you to inhale sharply. The phantom's touch wanders aimlessly, with no set destination. Or so it seems, until you feel an intense burst of pressure on your sweetest spot.

You squeal at the sensation and lurch backward, a string of saliva lewdly trailing from your lips as you part from Jin-woo’s cock. You thrash wildly, trying with all your might to escape. It was just too much, too soon. But the priest effortlessly maintains his hold on you, and you can only watch in horror when several more tendrils of mana manifest from his hands.

The magic slithers across his forearms, down the floor, and between your thighs before disappearing into your exposed cunt. Using Ruler’s Hand, Jin-woo plays with the wetness that dances along your puffy folds. He then lifts the hood of your clit to lightly graze at the bud beneath it before pinching at the sensitive bundle of nerves. That was all it took to send you spiraling over the edge. Waves of white-hot pleasure rip through you so violently, your vision fades in and out. All the while, the telekinetic appendage steadily fucks you through it, reaching depths you'd never imagined.

Your body clenches, then slackens, in the aftershock of your orgasm. There’s buzzing in your ears, a white noise that temporarily deafens you. But through the static, you’re able to hear the faint sound of someone screaming. It doesn’t register as your own voice at first; it was raw, hoarse, and unrecognizable. Like the pale imitation of a changeling.

Time slows and distorts, and you feel yourself drifting, sinking further and further away from a state of consciousness.

But Jin-woo manages to reel you in, away from the darkness.

“—come back to me, angel. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Choked moans and broken syllables are all you can muster in your blissed-out state, “Hnng—ahhh! Fa—Father! I… ha…ahn!”

“Shhh, it's alright." Jin-woo murmurs softly while stroking your cheek with his knuckles. He wraps his other hand around his pulsating cock and repeatedly runs his fist from the base to the tip, using a mixture of his own pre-cum and your drool as a lubricant. Above Jin-woo lay a large stained-glass mural of Saint Mary Magdalene. He's cast in iridescent rays of light as the setting sun illuminates the window, making him appear transcendent. The sight of him takes your breath away.

So enraptured were you with Jin-woo's beauty that you don't even realize he's lowered his hand from your face to your tits. He kneads at the supple flesh, admiring your softness. You mewl and arch into his touch, surrendering yourself to him. The priest then dips his hand into the décolletage of your dress and yanks it down, exposing your luscious breasts and the hardened peak of your nipples. Your core throbs at the strangled moan he lets out. “Oh fuck, you’re so soft, so warm,” he whispers shakily as he gropes at the plump mounds, “And the way the sun lights your skin, the enticing curves of your body, the quickening of your pulse as I take you in my hand… how? Just how can you be real? I’ve never wanted something—someone—so badly in my life.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the movements of Ruler’s Hand came to a complete halt. In an instant, all the telekinetic energy that surrounds your partially clad form dissipates. You’re not even spared the chance to gather your bearings before Jin-woo unceremoniously hauls you to your feet and presses his muscular frame to yours. He brings his face close, with only the narrowest of margins separating your lips from his. You can feel his breath in yours, the beating of vitality in his heart, and the rigid planes of clothed muscle against your bare breasts. You yearn for him to close the gap, to finally submit to the searing passion that consumed both of you.

Several agonizing seconds pass before Jin-woo pleads—begs, as the last of his restraint crumbles. “Please, please, let me have you—!” Unable to control himself, the priest captures your lips in a hungered kiss. You moan into his mouth and gasp when he slips his tongue inside to gently brush against your own. A low growl emits from the priest’s throat, and all semblance of rationality is lost.

Jin-woo delves his tongue further, deepening the kiss. You readily yield, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him. Jin-woo grasps you by the throat possessively and allows his other hand to drift freely over your figure. He caresses the swell of your breasts with his calloused fingers, treading slowly over your pert nipples and leaving goosebumps in his wake. Next, he smooths his palm down your sternum and along your abdomen until he reaches the curve of your hip. The priest sinks his fingers into the pliable flesh, and with his lips never once leaving yours, he starts to walk you backward.

Jin-woo leads, and you follow; your submission to him nearly second nature by now. After a few stumbling steps, your back hits something hard, and the strange sensation causes you to break the kiss. Undeterred, the priest slides his hand from the front of your neck to your nape, and with the other hand he has on your hip, he uses his strength to hoist you onto a table—no—an altar. Jin-woo then lowers your upper body onto the platform, slots himself between your legs, and pulls the hem of your sundress up until the fabric bunches at your waist.

The breathless “oh fuck,” he mumbles at the sight of your bare cunt, has you clenching around thin air. The priest pants, and a sheen of sweat coats him as he pins you to the altar with his larger frame. He gazes at you with eyes glazed over before grabbing at his cock and running the tip of it along your slit. You bleat pathetically, and Jin-woo presses a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth to coddle you. He then slides his lips over yours, kissing you in earnest. When he parts, the priest murmurs imploringly, “I wanted to take my time with you, angel, really, I did. But if I go for another second without fucking you, I fear I might go insane. Tell me, are you sure you want this? This is your last chance to back out. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop once I’m inside you.”

You answer without hesitation, “Yes! Oh god, yes—”

He cuts you off midsentence, sheathing himself entirely in your heat. Your eyes well up as he splits you apart on his cock. No matter how wet you were, nothing could’ve prepared you for the sheer breadth of Jin-woo’s dick. He stretched you far past your limits, filling you so completely that you swore you could feel him at the back of your throat.

Your thighs tremble and your head lulls to the side, baring your neck to him. The priest licks a fat stripe from your collar bone to the apple of your check, lapping up your salty tears. Your walls flutter and tighten at his actions, and he groans approvingly, pushing his cock in even deeper. Your thighs tremble and your face scrunches at the sting. Jin-woo hadn’t even moved yet, and you were already falling to pieces underneath him. You clutch onto his shoulders for purchase, digging your nails into the well-defined muscles. Jin-woo grunts and lowers his face into the crook of your neck to nose against it. You shudder when you feel his breath tickling your ear.

“You feel fucking divine, angel. So warm, wet, and inviting… I think I’ll keep you for myself once I’m done. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Oh—shit! Did you just clench? Sweet girl, if you keep doing that, then I really won’t hold back.” The priest emphasizes his warning with a nip to your throat, drawing a cry of surprise from you.

Using this momentary pain as a distraction, Jin-woo pulls out of you until only the tip remains and then rams his hips forward, spearing you on his dick. You babble and wail incoherently as he batters your bruised walls. True to his word, the priest was holding nothing back from you. He pistons his hips in and out at an unrelenting tempo and grinds his pelvis on your clit with every thrust he makes. Gradually, the soreness in your cunt gives way to pleasure. You wrap your legs around Jin-woo’s waist and dig your heels into the small of his back, anchoring him to you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and cries of ecstasy permeate the room. Jin-woo thrusts desperately into you, his nostrils flaring and the veins in his forearms bulging from exertion. If the pulsing of his cock inside you was anything to go by, then he was close. Dangerously so. You weren’t far behind either; the priest was hitting all your spots, and the constant stimulation on your clit was maddening.

Jin-woo catches you totally unawares when he presses his forehead to yours. He peers into your eyes, looking intently into the depths, and then he speaks a secret meant only for you. “Allow me to make a confession of my own. There was no deacon wandering by the sacristy that day. It was me; I was the one who saw you in the throes of passion. And when I heard you moan my name—my actual name and not the title that binds me to the church—it took everything in me not to mount you right then and there! You have no idea what you do to me, sweet girl.”

“It’s not your fault. Nothing is your fault. I’m the one to blame, Angel, not you.” Jin-woo quickly silences the unspoken apology burning at the tip of your tongue. He could sense it coming from the hurt look in your eyes.

“As a hunter, I’ve dirtied my hands, stolen countless lives, and conquered lands unknown to man or God, all in the pursuit of power. I am tainted, bathed in sin. A disgrace to our lord and undeserving of someone as pure and as beautiful as you. But I don’t care what hell awaits me. All that matters is that you’re mine now. Mine—mine—only mine!” He snarls at the end, punctuating every word with a snap of his hips. Your breasts bounce, your thighs quiver, and your mouth forms a small ‘o’ under the influence of his ministrations. To Jin-woo, you were the spitting image of a fallen angel. You were also his undoing, as his thrusts became sloppy and more erratic. His hips stutter then cease all movement as he spills his seed inside you, cumming with a deep and guttural groan. You follow suit shortly thereafter, tossing your head back and screaming the priest’s name as you climax.

Jin-woo slumps forward, dipping his face into the valley of your breasts. You reach down to idly stroke at the ebony tresses. The two of you bask in each other’s presence as the afterglow washes over. You were boneless and utterly spent, but the exhaustion was well earned. Sex had never left you feeling so sated or fulfilled before. It was incredible… and tiring.

Your lids start to grow heavy, the promise of sleep too tempting to ignore. As your eyes flutter shut, you feel a strong pair of arms coiling around your waist and lifting you into a sitting position. Your body then becomes weightless, and footsteps echo in the background. Jin-woo must’ve been carrying you. ‘Such a kind man,’ you think.

When your breath evens out and you at last fall asleep, the priest pecks your forehead and peers up at the mural of Jesus Christ at the entrance of the cathedral. Jin-woo addresses the Son of God with a plea on your behalf.

“Forgive her, for she knows not what she does.”

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Thinking about Miguel, your husband who’s also a mob boss. He’s rough and demanding and at the beginning of your marriage it scared you. Made you hate him most of the time. But now it’s… different. Now you sort of crave it.

He doesn’t like for you to leave the estate very often, and not without one of his men by your side. But his offices are across the city. When you whine softly about not getting out very often, wanting to go out into the city, he drills it into your head that the outside world is dangerous and the only safe place is in the house where no one can get in and you can’t get out.

He tells you this as he’s pounding you into the sofa, your head hanging off the armrest, moaning his name like a song and your legs sprawled out so wide it’s almost painful. “You can’t leave because I need you here bunny… hah… can’t let you go can’t- can’t- oh fuck-“ He hitches, his face dipping into your hair, thumb rubbing circles in your pulse point, fingers wrapping around your throat and applying just the slightest of delicious pressure pushing you over the edge. Perfectly polished fingernails digging down his triceps, a gush of your essence down his cock and a gasping cry when you climax for the 4th time. And he comes with a low growl, his angular nose nudging into your cheek and squeezing your jugular as he buries inside; making sure to stick his load deep in you and trying to make you forget ever bringing it up in the first place.

And it’s like an addiction. Some nights you’re just giddy, watching the window for him to get home. Your clit ticklish thinking about him. Maybe your mind’s in the blender but who cares…

His car pulls up and he comes out. A scowl on his face and brow furrowed, walking by the security at the door and into the house. Ignoring the staff that welcomes him home and going straight to the bedroom. A rare sight, a smile coming to his lips when he sees you already there. Sitting on the bed like the good girl you are.

“Hey bunnygirl…” A wolfish grin accompanies his deep rough voice. Watching you with greedy eyes as he slowly removes his suit jacked, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hi…” You hum, butterflies fluttering when he looks at you like that. Like he just wants to snap you in half, fuck you like a slut and pump you full of his cum.

“You look so pretty in that…” He says. Pulling his shirt off, his bare torso and chest on display. Scars and tattoos spanning across his deep skin, his chest, up and over his shoulders, down his arms. His dark eyes flick down over the light pink lingerie you’re wearing. A set he bought you. He buys you a lot of lingerie. More than anything else. He prefers you to wear that around the house. And the staff keeps their eyes to the floor.

He prowls over to you, to the edge of the bed and nudges your legs to open. Standing between them. His hands slipping into his pants pockets. Bending down to be at eye level, his gaze piercing and terrifying. A stare that could kill, and hands that have killed many times before.

Without a word, his nose brushes against yours, encouraging you to tilt your head for him. Your lashes flutter, eyes closing. This is what you’ve been waiting for all day isn’t it? His eyes stay open, smiling devilishly when he sees that expression. “Open your mouth, bunny…”

His voice is a deep rumble. Your lips hesitantly parting for him, debating opening your eyes but before you can he’s licking a stripe up your open lips. Coming in for the kill after a moment, after the rush sends full course.

Capturing your lips with his and pushing you down on the blankets. You don’t get a wink of sleep that night.

“Ohh bunny… baby!” He groans, a fistful of your hair and his hips slapping into your ass. Prone bone with your face in the pillows. His throbbing tip abusing your drooling heat with every push into your honey velvet.

It takes everything in you not to scream, gasping against the pillowcase and gripping on for dear life. “Ah… ngh! M-“ His pace is relentless. Pounding and pounding, the headboard knocking against the wall. Probably making a dent.

———

One day he calls you into his office. An especially stressful day and everyone is just pissing him the fuck off. He needs you. He can’t wait until later and he can’t go home now. There’s too much shit he has to deal with. His dark eyes are trained on the pictures of you on his desk as he waits for his driver to retrieve you.

And when you’re finally here, game over. He’s up and out from his desk, enveloping you in his arms as he kicks the door shut hard. “There’s my girl…” He whispers.

“Did you go shopping like I said?” He asks, turning you around and walking you back towards the desk, kissing your cheeks and unable to keep his hands off you. He’s already hard, been waiting for you all this time. “Mhm I got some new shoes… and-“ he silences you with a kiss. His tongue dipping into your mouth, swirling with yours and tasting you.

“Mm new shoes that’s good bunny…” he hums after pecking your lips a few times. Trying so hard to act like he cares but he’s already undressing you in his mind. “I hope you spent more than a thousand dollars this time…” he says. Now that he actually cares about. He tenderly pushes some whisps behind your ear. You nod softly, innocently.

“How much?” He grins.

“… I spent… ten thousand dollars…”

“In three hours?” He smiles, laughter threatening to bubble up in his chest. “Good girl…”

His words melt your mind in the exact way he intends them to. His desk a mess of work and your slick dripping down the expensive wood. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Knocking into your sweet pussy and getting his relief. Lacing his fingers with yours and pulling them to his chest, his strokes are rough and unforgiving.

“Come for me baby… give it to me ohhh I wanna feel it…” he groans, leaning over you kissing up your chest, the valley between your breasts. Just feeding your ravenous cunt his inches, rolling his hips into you, watching your face contort.

brrrrrrrr brrrrrr

The phone rings on his desk. Tearing his eyes away from his favorite sight and pounding his fingers against the buttons to make it stop. But it rings against just after. Is it his fucking assistant trying to reach him? Can’t everyone tell he’s busy?

“Everybody fuck off!!” He shouts towards his office door, ripping the phone cord out of the wall, whipping it in the same direction. Smashing it to pieces, making you flinch, making you clench and squeeze around his thick dick inside you.

“Miguel!” You gasp, reaching for him, his chest, trying to reach your end, needing him, his attention. “I know I know-” he coos, reaching a hand to your face and gripping your jaw gently, teasing a finger along your lips and dipping it in. Letting you suck on his fingertips. “There you go… that’s a good girl…”

“You’re my girl, yeah? Yeah baby?”

“Mmm…”

“I know you need me… I know this pussy needs me huh bunny?” His fingers slip out of your mouth, grasping around your throat gently. For such a strong and violent man, he’s very aware of how much pressure is too much. “Need it so bad…”

“Come on…” he whispers. Lifting you into his arms, across the office and against the wall by the door. Pressing your back against it and pinning your hands over your head. His cock reaching even deeper like this. Alllll the way in.

“Ah-ngh! Mig!” You gasp, your squeaky voice exactly what he wants to hear. The sound of it surely penetrating these walls.

Sheathing inside you and the sound of him prodding through your slick sounds through the room. A satisfied grin on his face, watching the exact moment the band snaps and you rise into climax.

“Oh Miguel! Ah! Hahnghh!” You just burst, head throwing back and crying out for him. Your voice hoarse on screams. And he’s sure everyone on this floor will finally get the message. He’s busy fucking his wife.

[borathae]

Breakfast Served | MYG x f.Reader x JJK

“You and Yoongi like to start your morning early, while Jungkook loves to sleep in. Which is perfect because it means that you can wake him up with breakfast in bed. With Jungkook being the breakfast, of course.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Domestic Fluff, Smut

Warnings: the coziest morning ever, they are the cutest and hottest throuple ever, soft Dom but very hungry!Yoongi, switch!Reader, subbiest!Kook, cuddly & horny!Yoongi, neck licking & biting, he eats her out on the couch for breakfast, then they decide to wake koo, blowjob (koo receiving), ball sucking & fondling, at one point he hisses at her hahaha, but then they share his dick & balls, deep throating, nipple play & sucking, anal fingering, koo has sensitive nipples, and a sensitive dick, and a sensitive hole, and a sensitive body, koo = sensitive babyboy, lots of drool, subby boy tears, praise, loving dirty talk, begging, multiple intense orgasms, prostate & nipple orgasms too ofc, cum & squirt swallowing, the softest aftercare, koo is deep in subspace, whenever i think of this throuple i vibrate

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: yet again, this is an idea by one of you for kinktober24. the person wanted them to wake koo with oral <3 you besties really came through with your ideas :') i fucking love this throuple so much you have no idea. also this header is my baby fr ps: i listened to sex music and had gael audios in another tap and let me tell you, this beamed me into another dimension of delulu craze fadsfj i need to bone yoonkoo fr

Yoongi took you and Jungkook on a trip again. Of course he did because spoiling his two loves rotten is his biggest joy in life.

This time around, he didn’t pick such a hot place for Jungkook’s sake. The poor man had a hard time on the last throuple trip, spending most of his vacation next to a fan or in the water. Yoongi didn’t want this life again and so he chose Busan for this trip's destination. The outskirts of Busan to be more exact where the city blends into the seaside and life is just a little calmer. Jungkook really loves it because he can take you around the town he grew up in. You and Yoongi love it as well. The Korean countryside is beautiful in the spring.

Yoongi was already out of bed when you woke up and Jungkook slumbered deeply enough that not even an explosion could have woken him, so you decided to get up and seize the day.

Yoongi rented a hanok for your holiday stay. The kitchen was located on the other side of the three square house. You go to the bathroom first then head straight to the kitchen. The scent of coffee and breakfast greets you and as you cross the corner, the view of Yoongi in comfortable clothing meets your eyes. Grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The sweatpants are just baggy enough to hug the right spots and the t-shirt is just tight enough to really accentuate his figure. His hair is unstyled, but tied into a messy bun. He has his back turned to you. 

Feeling cheeky, you decide that today is finally the day you will get your revenge for all the times he scared you in the past. You tiptoe to him. Any second now. Oh, you can’t wait to scare him. One. Two. 

“You know that I’ve been able to hear you the moment you got out of bed, right?” Yoongi stops you.

“Not cool, you’re a total party pooper”, you whine, sagging your shoulders. 

Yoongi chuckles, turning around. He pulls you in those last few steps and kisses your neck.

“It was a good attempt though. I loved the effort you put into sneaking. It was adorable.”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you anymore”, you grumble, nudging his chest. 

“A shame, ‘cause I’d have told you how fucking cute you are in the morning”, he rasps and squeezes your butt playfully. 

You huff out air and pout, frowning. 

“Fine okay, okay”, he gives up in a laugh. “Leave again and I’ll pretend that I can’t hear you.”

“Haha funny, you stinker.”

He snickers, leaning in to nibble on your neck, “you’re the stinker. With your morning breath.”

“Wow, shut up. Way to ruin my confidence and totally annihilate any chance of feeling attractive”, you complain in a disbelieved laugh, trying to wrestle him off of you. 

Yoongi however doesn’t accept it, pushing you against the kitchen counter. His right hand is grasping your hip, his left hand is cradling the nape of your neck. 

“You’re attractive. You drive me fucking crazy”, he purrs and deepens the intensity of his neck kisses to the point where you can’t decide whether you want to giggle from giddiness or straight up moan.

“Yoongi, this is…ahm…” You shiver. “Yoongi…”

“Crazy. Hear me? Fucking crazy”, Yoongi says, grazing his fangs over your skin without piercing it. 

His love bites are very effective, soon making you whine and shudder. 

“Stop it, please. It’s a lot”, you plead, lifting your shoulders to your ears shyly. 

“Mhm, sorry. You’re just so cute”, he purrs and pecks your cheek. He steps back, turning to the breakfast.

“You can’t do that. My neck is tingly now”, you whine, tracing the spots he kissed.

“I can do what I want.”

He makes your heart race. He seems to be hungry this morning and that means he is clingy. You fucking love when he’s in such a mood. You slap his butt because it looks really good in the sweats.

“Hey”, he complains, but stays unbothered otherwise.

“I’ll get you one day, rest assured and then you’ll see what being a tease gets you.”

“Good luck trying” he is chuckling, “but if you do, I’ll give you a medal.” 

“Good. Be prepared to give me a big one.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. You round him so you can prepare tea. He sneaks love drunk glances at you. It is still such a gloomy morning, but you are glowing regardless. At least in his eyes you are. You light up this foggy, grey day and his world in the process.

“Did you sleep well, princess?”

“I did. I love the bed here, it’s so cozy.”

“It is.”

“And you? I didn’t hear you wake up.”

“I slept well too. I was already at the market. I hope you like mackerel for breakfast. I’m making something traditional.”

“This sounds amazing. Thank you for cooking, my love.”

“It’s nothing. Is Kook still sleeping?”

“Like a dead person, pun intended. A building could collapse next to him and he wouldn’t wake up.” 

“Well, I guess we just have to eat breakfast without him then.” 

“Yes please, because I’m starving and I can’t wait till one for him to wake up.”

“You think he’s gonna sleep in again?”

“I mean, he was the one who stayed up till six again. I noticed when he crawled into bed and then instantly passed out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps in again.”

“Right. What a rascal. I wonder what he does all night.”

“Probably the same things you do when you get up at, like, five.”

Yoongi laughs, “you’re very wrong for this. I woke up at six thirty today and then stayed in bed till seven.”

“Wow, you really treated yourself today, didn’t you?” 

“Just sit down and let me serve you breakfast, you fucking flirt”, he says and slaps your butt.

“Ah, hey. I wasn’t even flirting.”

“Yeah you were. Don’t tell me that the cute bickering you’re doing isn’t flirting.”

“You were the one who basically munched on my neck.”

“See?” He growls playfully, pulling you close to nibble on your jawline. “Bickering. Drives me crazy.” 

“Yoongi please…I can’t stay normal when you kiss me like this…”

“I don’t see a problem here.”

“Well I do”, you laugh, fleeing him with minimal effort, “I’m hungry and when I’m hungry, I get cranky.”

“Right. Sorry.” He steps back. “Sit down, I’m bringing the food.” 

You sit down with wobbly knees because he really gets you hot today. Yoongi is an affectionate person, even if he always says that he isn’t, but today he is different. He normally never touches your butt as often as he did and he is also not as obviously smitten for you to the point where he seems needy.

It makes you hot to be frank.

To make matters even more obvious, he hugs you from the back after serving your breakfast. Which he literally never does. 

“Enjoy it, my princess”, he whispers, kissing your neck. 

He breaks away and sits down opposite of you, resting his chin on his hands to gaze at you. 

“Are you horny?” you ask him.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re acting really clingy today.”

“Am I not allowed to?”

“Of course you are. It’s just not like you.”

“I’m never horny. You and Kook are always the ones horny and I gotta take care of it.”

You laugh, “you’re such a bullshitter, it’s insane.”

Yoongi grins boyishly, fluttering his lashes.

“You’re definitely horny”, you mumble and begin eating the delicious breakfast. It is very delicious. Yoongi is such a great cook.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” he asks, studying you with a giddy heart. He loves watching you eat the food he meticulously prepared for you. It fills him with so much joy to know that you are eating well. 

“No, I’m just wondering why. You rarely get like this.”

“I’m happy”, he confesses and smiles softly, “I woke up this morning and you were in my arms and Kook was there too. The sun was out when I walked the streets. I greeted people, it was nice. And it just hit me. I’m happy.”

“You liked the sunlight? And talked to people?”

“Mhm, it was nice.” Yoongi furrows his brows. “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“I’m just happy, my love. Seeing you healed, makes me so happy for you”, you reach over the table to hold his hand. He instantly gives your hand a squeeze, smiling prettily.

“I never believed you when you talked about how I’ll get it one day. I thought it was bullshit, that I won’t feel different when I’m healed. But I get it now and I look back at myself and, fuck, I was so mentally broken. It’s insane that I was this person once.”

“Oh Yoongi, you. I just have to give you a hug”, you gush, hurrying to him to squeeze him against you. “I’m so happy for you and so proud. Healing takes a lot of work, I’m so proud of you.”

Yoongi hums, snuggling into you with his eyes closed.

You kiss his head before you return to your spot. You pick up the chopsticks, digging into the delicious food he made.

“Also, breakfast is amazing. It’s insane.”

“That’s good. Eat a lot, princess.”

You wash up after breakfast while Yoongi cleans the kitchen.

He is still at it when you return.

“I like this shower, it has nice water pressure.”

Yoongi glances over at you, eyes getting caught at the view of you. Comfortable clothes, no makeup on and hair so effortlessly sexy. And you have never been more beautiful to him. Fuck, he is so into you.

“Now you pots, my enemies, I will clean you so good”, you say and put on the dishwashing gloves to get busy. 

You don’t get very far. Yoongi hugs you from behind, slipping his hands under your shirt and kissing your neck. He rolls his hips against your ass, fingertips running over your skin greedily.

“I see someone’s still horny”, you chuckle, letting it happen gladly.

“Not horny. Happy. And hungry”, he flicks his tongue over your neck, eliciting a sigh from you.

You press back into him, shuddering when he grips your hips to guide them against his crotch. He isn’t hard, but fuck it feel so good to have him move you like this.

“You’re hungry? Why didn’t you eat breakfast too?”

“Cause it’s not what I want.”

“What do you want then?”

“You”, his voice quivers as he speaks, showing you the urgency of his situation.

“Me?” You sigh out.

“Yeah. Please, can I have breakfast now?”

“You want me for breakfast?” you are acting oblivious on purpose to get him desperate.

“Yes, you.” He licks your neck, purring deeply. It melts you.

“Like. Metaphorically?”

“Don’t act daft”, he warns, giving your hips a warning squeeze.

You chuckle, “fine, you can”, you sigh, barely feeling normal.

“You make me the happiest man”, he says and turns you so he can pick you up and carry you to the living room couch. 

Moments later you taste his needy kiss while his big hands feel you up urgently. Not far into the future and you are missing your panties while Yoongi is buried under your shirt to mouth at your tits.

The sun suddenly blinds you, shining directly onto your sweaty, pleasure glowing face. You peel your heavy eyes open, seeing blurry for a while because Yoongi made your eyes go cross. He is still going at it, keeping it exciting for you by switching it up. All he wants is to taste your body. He is happy exploring every inch of you. Currently however, he is on your pussy again, lapping up the masses of sweet pleasure you are leaking. His left hand grips your waist and keeps you pinned. He has two fingers of his right hand buried inside you, massaging your sensitive g-spot.

The phone is next to you. You fish for it and unlock it to check the time.

“Oh god Yoongi, it’s ten past one.”

He lifts his head, staring at you with ruby eyes.

“You’re on your phone? Now? When I do all this?” he sounds offended.

“Just wanted to check the time because I suddenly have sunlight on my face.”

“Mhm, just close your eyes”, he lulls, taking your clit between his lips to suck.

“You’re not helping”, you laugh.

Yoongi purrs and sucks more aggressively, curling his fingers inside you as he does, in his attempt to shut you up.

“Ah. Fuck. Yoongi, this is…” You grip his hair and twist, losing yourself a moment later.

You moan his name, arching your back. It doesn’t lose its charm. No matter how many fucking times Yoongi throws you over the edge, it won’t ever stop feeling good.

The problem however with Yoongi is that he is a Glutton (pun intended) and he can’t accept when this good starts to feel like too much. So when you tug on his hair to stop him, he grumbles in distaste, trying to steal more licks.

“Please Yoongs, I can’t go anymore”, you whine, squirming away.

“Sorry”, he murmurs, kissing his way to your lips along your bared body, “sorry, is hard to stop. You okay?” 

“Yeah, just don’t go near my clit again.”

He chuckles, mouthing at your jawline.

“You’re so yummy. Sorry. Oh god, I want more.”

“Seriously, you’re so greedy.”

“More. Please”, he begs so sweetly, giving you puppy eyes.

“No, sorry. I genuinely can’t go again”, you say and caress his cheeks. They are covered in black veins because you really have him feeling needy.

“Fuck.”

“But what if you feed on Koo?”

“Koo?”

“Mhm. It’s already so late and he loves being woken up with sex. I bet you’d get so much out of it.”

Yoongi moans, melting in your palms.

“You like this idea?”

“I do, but only if you do it with me.”

“Oh trust me, I will.”

“Come. Come”, he insists and drags you off the couch with him.

You follow him with a whined chuckle, “please, I’m sensitive. You need to take my poor pussy into consideration.”

“We’re almost there.”

“You’re not helping.”

Jungkook’s situation hasn’t changed much except that he is now conveniently laying on his back and he kicked a pillow to the ground. His snores seem to be louder as well, which the bent angle of his neck would explain.

“Sometimes I wonder if he is actually comfortable”, Yoongi says.

“He definitely sleeps in very unique positions” you agree. 

“Mhm. Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi pulls you into a kiss, reminding you of what truly counts. 

You fall into the moment deeply and soon you find yourself pinned down on the bed with Jungkook slumbering beside you and Yoongi on your neck. 

“I want you. I fucking want you”, he is whispering, voice contorted in hunger and need. “Not enough. More. I want more.”

“Kook’s right there, baby”, you sigh.

Yoongi purrs deeply and slips off you. He inches closes to Jungkook in a predator like way, eyes sharp and piercing and mouth parted to give view of his dripping fangs. 

He climbs his lap and slides his hands under his head. It flops up and down as Yoongi pulls him closer, lying in his palms. 

Yoongi mouths at Jungkook’s jawline, eyes dark in hunger. He is so tender and yet his need is obvious. His arms are tense because he physically has to restrain himself from lashing out. If he lets go just a little bit, he would crush his skull or pierce his neck. 

“He smells so good”, Yoongi purrs then drags his wet tongue down Jungkook’s neck. He moans, eyelids fluttering and hips twitching on his lap. 

Jungkook reacts with a quiet grunt and his right hand coming up to swipe Yoongi away. He scratches his neck afterwards, but is keeps sleeping. 

Yoongi doesn’t let it stop him. Of course not. He skips Jungkook’s torso and goes straight for his cock. Well, sort of. First he needs to take off his clothes. 

He struggles with it, which ends in you having to take over. 

“How about you hold his hips up and I take them off?” 

He meets your eyes, panting and drooling and yet he seems so smitten with you. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, then let’s do it.”

Together, your sweet love is undressed quickly and Yoongi can satisfy his unbearable hunger. He pushes Jungkook’s legs apart and kneels down between them. His big hands claim his dainty waist.

“Let me help you”, you offer and hold Jungkook’s soft and adorable cock so Yoongi can take him inside. 

Oh how he does. He takes him inside completely, including your fingers because why the hell not. He eagerly suckles, eyes closing in bliss and fingers squeezing Jungkook’s waist. 

The sleeping man seems to feel what is happening to him, but sleep is still too strong to release him. His throat produces the smallest of sounds and his fingers twitch next to his neck. 

You look back at Yoongi’s mouth. His lips are so pink and puffy, closing around Jungkook’s dick and your fingers easily.

He is so warm inside. And wet. And soft.  

“Is this helping?” you ask him, running your unoccupied hand through his messy hair. It is needless to mention that you managed to open his bun by now. Which isn’t a problem because it meant that you have to hold his hair back as he sucks cock and this is fucking hot. 

Yoongi answers your question with a low hum and a nod of his head. Jungkook’s breath trembles and his cock hardens, but he still continues to sleep. 

Yoongi moans, swirling his tongue around Jungkook’s swelling tip. He tastes so sweet and amazing, it’s exactly what he needs.

Jungkook whimpers. Just once. Nothing else because he is still sleeping. 

“You look so sexy with his cock in your mouth.” You move your fingers in his mouth. “And my fingers.”

Yoongi purrs, slipping off Jungkook’s cock just to kiss you. He does it sloppily and almost just a little nasty. It is wet and messy and feeds you the taste of Jungkook’s cock. Which is a good taste because your lovers actually clean themselves thoroughly. 

You barely even managed to figure out his rhythm and he is already gone again, back to sucking cock. Slightly dizzy, you catch yourself again, gulping down what he fed you.

“God baby, I wanna taste him too. Let’s share him”, you lull. 

Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Excuse me?” you snicker, “no?”

“O”, he mumbles, greedily stuffing his mouth with cock so he can hoard all of it for himself.

“Rude, you’re taking all of it for yourself”, you are teasing him, lowering yourself to playfully nudge him away.

Yoongi slips off and hisses at you like a cat, startling himself with it. He even shows you his fangs and scrunches his nose.

“Hey”, you complain, nudging his chin, “no hissing.”

His eyes switch back to human and widen. He looks shocked by what he did.

“Sorry.”

You snicker, “you’re never beating the cat allegations.”

“Shut up”, he mumbles shyly and hides away in Jungkook’s balls. This is his way of showing you that he is not going to be food aggressive anymore. How adorable.

“God, love. You’re so cute.”

“Shut up”, the words reach your ears distorted because he is nuzzled deep – fucking deep – in Jungkook’s balls. His nose is completely hidden and his mouth is covered by the angle. Yoongi seems to be in paradise, sniffling and groaning as he gets high on Jungkook’s smell. 

“So hot, I love when you’re like this”, you confess and take what he leaves for you. 

You spit on your own palm and wrap your hand around Jungkook’s cock. Yoongi’s feast already managed to give him a good amount of swelling and you want to get him fully there in your mouth. You keep your touch focused on his base, switching your gaze between Yoongi getting his high from Jungkook’s balls and sweet Jungkook getting more and more worked up.

He is already breathing so heavily and his brows are scrunched. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his delicate fingers twitch whenever you rub your thumb over his swollen vein.

“He’s breathing so heavily”, you let Yoongi know and sink Jungkook’s cock into your mouth. 

The next few moments are religious. They truly are. To share Jungkook’s sweet cock with Yoongi is a meditative and spiritual experience. He is completely gone in the blissful embrace of his high, eyes constantly closed unless he wants to gaze at you. Which only gets him higher and droopier. And in return, you feel dizzy and fuzzy because Jungkook leaks the most intoxicating pleasure. 

Yoongi flutters his eyes open again, meeting your mesmerised gaze. Like he already did once, he gives in to the pull and tongue kisses you with Jungkook’s tip between your mouths. 

This isn’t the first time this is happening, but it still is so much more intense. You and he are drooling, letting it wet Jungkook’s pretty shaft and plumb balls. One of each your hands is on his cock and balls. You jerk him while Yoongi fondles his balls. And your other hands try to pull the other closer. You have it on Yoongi’s cheek, while Yoongi has his’ on the back of your head, pushing you closer and closer because he is in a state of total lightweightedness.

Jungkook is restless by now, hanging onto sleep by a threat. His nipples are so pointy and swollen, his chest is covered in flushed spots and his neck is slightly flushed as well. How cute it is that his honey skin goes a little pink if only you work him up properly. 

But if you are being honest, waking him up has become unimportant to you and Yoongi. This is an act of selfish gluttony. You and he are doing this for yourselves, using Jungkook’s sweet body for your own greed. 

And the greed doesn’t want to stop. Yoongi is manic, breaking the kiss and letting you taste his words.

“My fingers keep grazing his hole. I wanna be inside him.” 

“I bet he’ll like it”, you encourage him.

“Princess…” he lulls, eyelids heavy and lips parted as he breathes in defeat. He is helpless, needing you to release him of his suffering.

“I’m getting the lube”, you say with a peck to his lips.

You sit up while Yoongi instantly takes Jungkook’s cock inside, moaning in bliss because he gets to have him after you did and that thought is like ecstasy to him. He slips him in until his lips sit at the base and his throat is bulging. There is no gag reflex, no need to adjust. Yoongi is cock drunk, gurgling on his swollen length happily.

“I love the noises you are making. God, Yoongi you should see Kook right now. His face is scrunched so prettily.��

Yoongi merely stretches out his hand, asking for lube this way.

“Okay fine, message received you greedy baby”, you tease him and smear a very healthy amount of lube on his middle and ring finger. Yoongi prefers these two fingers when he fingers someone. Unless they get really horny, then he likes including his pointer finger as well. For now two fingers are enough however.

You watch him because one of your biggest turn-ons is watching your lovers have sex. It gets you so fucking wet.

Yoongi slips off Jungkook’s cock so he can see what he is doing. He keeps his left hand around it, massaging it while he traces his pretty rim.

“He’s so soft”, his voice is coarse and deep, “and so relaxed.”

“I bet you can just slip in.”

He tries, biting his lower lip and scrunching his nose as he nods his head to let you know that he can indeed just slip it in.

“Fuck Yoongi, this is so hot”, you confess, blind to the way sweet Jungkook is writhing and fighting sleep.

Oh poor sweet Jungkook, how forgotten he is by you and Yoongi. How he is just a pretty body with pretty spots to play with. How greedy you and Yoongi truly are.

“I want him so bad”, Yoongi croaks and lowers himself back to his cock to bury him in his throat again. He purrs deeply, curling his fingers deep inside Jungkook’s warm walls.

Jungkook’s noises finally hit your ears again and so you turn to look at him.

“Aw he is so pretty. Gosh”, you coo, cradling his cheeks to caress them softly, “keep going, Yoongi love, he’s almost awake.”

Encouraged by your words, Yoongi makes it his job to wake his sweet boy. He concentrates his feast on Jungkook’s first few inches, licking and sucking them while he pumps his curled fingers in and out of his ready hole. He tries not to concentrate on how it feels to have his rim squeeze his fingers or how nice it feels to have it move and stretch around him. Just as he tries not to concentrate on his sweet taste and how heavenly he throbs on his tongue. If he concentrates too much on any of these things, he will go feral and therefore greedy. He can’t be greedy again, he needs his sweet boy to wake up. He needs to do this for him, not for his own gluttony.

Jungkook whimpers and gasps, eyelids fluttering more and more as his situation gets harder and harder to ignore.

“I know baby, I know. Wake up, that’s it baby, wake up”, you talk to him in a soft whisper, caressing his face. “I think he’s in the belief that he’s dreaming. His eyes are racing behind his lids”, you give Yoongi updates, making him purr around your boy’s sweet cock. This is too much for Jungkook.

He moans loudly, waking up with an arch of his back. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. 

“___? ah-ah” he shudders, looking down at the reason for the intense pleasure. “Yoongi? Oh god. Ah.” 

He whimpers, dropping his head and parting his lips. He grips the sheets, throbbing inside Yoongi’s warm mouth.

“Love, he is awake.” 

Jungkook gasps and gasps and gasps, trying to make sense of what is happening to him. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is purring like crazy which sends vibrations through his cock.

“Good morning, sweetie”, you talk to Jungkook, playing with his hair while your other hand traces circles on his pecs, “we thought that it’s about time you wake up.”

Yoongi agrees in a purr, sucking the living soul out of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook mewls desperately, gripping the pillow for support.

“Ah yeah and Yoongi’s really hungry this morning.”

“I..can…feel…”

“Mhm you can. Is this nice for you?”

“Nice. Ah. Nice.” 

Yoongi, encouraged by Jungkook’s sweet sighs, takes in more of him, curling his fingers right against his prostate.

“I….ah…..oh god…” Jungkook reaches down and grips Yoongi’s hair, scrunching his face.

“Yeah, he’s also inside you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jungkook shakes his head vigorously, then presses his hand to his eyes, moaning like such a good boy.

“Keep making those sounds, baby”, you praise and lower your mouth to his nipples, wanting to make him feel eternal.

Quite frankly, Jungkook is still way too sleepy to be able to form words which results in the neediest and most overwhelmed sounds ever. He is made to be noisy, oh how sweet he sounds. Although his voice is relatively deep when he talks, he gets so squeaky when you play with him. Especially in the morning when his body is extra sensitive and his head is fuzzy.

Which only motivates you and Yoongi to do even better. How greedy you truly are. Even now when he is awake, Jungkook isn’t what is truly important but how sweet he sounds for you and Yoongi. His noises are what you need and everything you do is to get more of them. That it feels like actual paradise to Jungkook is nothing but a sweet side effect.

“I have to cum.”

He soon realises just how little he matters right now when he climaxes deep down Yoongi’s throat and it doesn’t slow him down. He soon realises what fate is his’ when the pleasure turns into overstimulation and Yoongi keeps going. He has to accept his situation when all the whining and squirming doesn’t get him a break, only Yoongi’s left hand around his waist and your leg thrown over it so you can pin him down together.

So he breathes to try and get through the burn. He breathes and makes sounds and grips the pillow because it hurts so much and Jungkook loves when it does.

He swears that his nipples might start leaking if you continue what you are doing, just as he fears that he might squirt down Yoongi’s throat because his cum only made Yoongi rougher.

“Fuck, please”, he gets out breathily, following it with an agonised whimper and a helpless squirm.

His creamy cum is covering his balls and parts of Yoongi’s hand. He knows that Yoongi does it on purpose. He can clean cock very well and if he is leaving a mess, it’s on purpose. This is to safe something for later. This is to keep his scent close, just as much as it is to remind him that he is Yoongi’s.

“Please, I have to cum again, please.”

Again, it doesn’t matter what this does to him. This is Yoongi’s feast and you are his accomplice. Jungkook is to climax and fill his lover’s tummy with his seed and he has to accept the fact that it won’t stop afterwards.

But it hurts so much. He is so sensitive.

“Please”, he begs, voice getting louder and louder because his own helplessness is stronger than the sleepiness. If he doesn’t get you and especially Yoongi to slow down, he will actually squirt in his mouth. Yoongi is pressing down right on his prostate too and his bladder is still so filled from sleep, Jungkook fears the mess he is going to make if this continues.

“Please, I’m sensitive please.”

He grips you, dimpling your arms where his fingers touch. It’s his last resort. His nipples are throbbing and wanting to burst and his lower body is both numb and unresponsive but also overstimulated and overactive.

“___ please help me”, he begs you, “please, I’m here. Please hear me, please.”

You slip off his nipples, letting your drool drip down on them. You straddle his waist and intertwine your hands with him.

“I hear you, babyboy.”

“I’m gonna squirt, please.”

“Okay, and?”

Jungkook sobs at the realisation. You don’t give two fucks about his situation. You don’t fucking care that Yoongi’s fingers in his ass feel like actual paradise while his mouth around his cock feels like torture. You don’t fucking care because you want him to make a mess.

“Don’t cry, babyboy.”

“It hurts.”

“Hush, give in to it. Give in and you’ll feel so good”, you coo and slip off him again to continue your feast. You keep his other nipple stimulated with your fingers, changing between them whenever you feel them throb.

Jungkook cries softly, writhing under you and curling his toes. Ever since he told you about his problem, Yoongi seems to be meaner than ever. He uses the cummy mess Jungkook made to bury his pointer finger in his ass right next to his other two fingers. The stretch is everything Jungkook needs which makes it so mean. Why is he so out on giving Jungkook so much pleasure? Why is he making him feel so good when he knows that it will end in Jungkook losing control over himself?

“Why are you doing this to me? Please, I’m sorry, please.”

Yoongi’s thumb presses against Jungkook’s taint. It’s like his prostate gets stimulated from inside and out, gaining in sensitivity because when his nipples get sucked, the pleasure goes straight to his prostate. And right now, you are having a feast with his dainty nipples, ruining him to his breaking point.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook wails in a broken voice, losing control over his own body a second later. He mewls and sobs, voice sounding so strained and exhausted to produce a sound. He kicks and shakes, messing up the sheets in more ways than one.

Not that Yoongi allows a lot of the mess to spill. He is a master in cleaning cock after all and it is finally time to show off his skill. He slurps up every single droplet Jungkook offers him against his will, helping him release with hungry sucks. The kind of sucks that are so intense Jungkook fears that Yoongi might suck the soul out of him if he continues.

And the true agony is that he has no idea what feels the best. The prostate orgasm, the nipple orgasm or that one with his cock. It’s so fucking unfair that you and Yoongi give him all of them at the same time and he just has to take it eventhough it feels so, so overwhelmingly good.

“Please, you have to stop. I can’t go anymore”, he begs, voice broken just as much as his body is broken. He tugs on your arm, tries to tug on Yoongi’s hair. “Please I can’t anymore, please.”

To his actual surprise, it works. You lift your head with a happy purr, lips puffy and wet from your feast. His nipples are so swollen and bruised from what you did, the skin around them is a deep red. Yoongi follows a second later, slipping of him with a satisfied moan. He throws his head back aggressively enough to get his dirtied hair out of his face and slips his fingers out of Jungkook’s tensed hole. It makes his legs twitch as it happens and the tingles which remain are warm. Yoongi licks his fingers clean, running the same fingers through his hair afterwards as he joins your side.

So now you and he are towering over him, so obviously high from your feast and completely enamoured by him.

The view of you and Yoongi combined with the aftershocks of your touches force tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“I can’t anymore”, he whimpers, snotty and sweaty and flushed.

“I know, you’re already done. We just needed you to give Yoongi everything. He’d have been cranky otherwise.” You soothe him, caressing his cheeks and temples, “you understand that, don’t you?”

“You fed me so well, babyboy. I know you were sensitive, but I needed to have you. It wasn’t personal, you know that don’t you?” Yoongi speaks in a loving voice, soothing him by fixing his hair with the fingers he had inside him moments before.

“You understand that, yes babyboy?”

“We need you to understand that, bunbun.”

Jungkook feels like you and Yoongi are trying to manipulate him, mess with his mind, get him under your shared control. And it’s ecstatic. He falls in the warm, fuzzy headspace you create, floating on cloud nine.

“I understand”, he lulls, eyelids suddenly so heavy and chest warm.

“Good boy, of course you do”, you praise and lean down to kiss his forehead.

“We’re so proud of you. What a good boy you are”, Yoongi praises and leans down to kiss his tears away.

Jungkook tingles. You and Yoongi are proud of him for understanding. Oh, he loves being manipulated by you and him.

“I feel dizzy”, he gets out, seeking your love by touching you. Or Yoongi. He can’t tell at first until he feels the distinct shape of Yoongi’s lower arm and he knows that it’s him.  

“Let it happen. Just breathe and it’ll go away”, he consoles him, intertwining his hand with him to guide it to his lips and kiss his fingers and knuckles.

“Do you want me to make it better?” you offer.

“How?”

You get comfortable in the right position so Jungkook can snuggle into your bared breasts if he needs it.

He whimpers and puts his arm around you to pull you close. He takes the offer. Of course he does. This is like medicine to him.

“There we go. Relax, babyboy. You’re already done. We’re so proud of you.”

“So proud. You did so well, our good boy”, Yoongi agrees and makes it his job to clean Jungkook’s messy body while you help him come back to reality.

This is it, Jungkook thinks as he enjoys the warm and loving care he receives, this is his life and it’s epic.