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techhasmjolnir · 7 months

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Dealer's Choice

Plot: You and the guys are enjoying some downtime in between missions, and one night you all decide to kill some time by playing a game. Things quickly take a bawdy turn.

Author's Notes:

Many thanks to @zoeykallus and her wonderful “Truth or Dare” story as the inspiration for me to finally craft a poly Batch tale.

Unlike my other works, there's a general description of the reader as someone that's into body modifications (piercings and tattoos). Additionally, assume the reader has a contraceptive implant. No other description of the reader is implied, nor should it be inferred. This story also assumes that the interest is there between the reader and the boys, but they're not yet in a relationship.

Sit back and set aside some time to read this one, for it comes in with a word count of 14,009.

Important Notes:

This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers and all members of the Bad Batch. Concepts introduced include: creampie, cum eating, cum swapping, dirty talk, female ejaculation, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving & receiving), PiV, toys

A collective sigh of relief comes from you and the men you've spent the past year working with, the specialist troopers of Clone Force 99. After bouncing endlessly between missions, the word is finally given that all of you are to take a standard Galactic month off for much-needed R & R, and to spend time overhauling the Marauder. You look forward to going home to your countryside villa on Naboo, and extend the offer for the guys to stay with you instead of spending their nights on the ship.

“This is some place you've got here, Y/N,” Wrecker says, his head swiveling around to look at the large vestibule into which everyone is gathered.

“This is nothing,” you reply, groaning as you let your heavy backpack slide off your shoulders. “You should see some of the villas out in Lake Country. This place? It's modest, by Naboo standards. I did the best I could hoarding credits away for years during my time as a bounty hunter in order to be able to afford it.”

“Bounty hunter? I suppose that explains how you ended up with us,” Tech chimes in as he pushes his lenses back in place. “Mercenary work is a natural extension of bounty hunting, in terms of a general skill set.”

“You're not wrong about that, Tech. I may not have enhanced tracking abilities like Hunter, but I more than make up for it elsewhere. All right, since all of you are going to be crashing here for the next month, you're more than welcome to occupy any of the spare bedrooms on the second or third floors. It looks like the housekeeper was here just recently, so everything should be cleaned and in full working order. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been dying for a real shower ever since we were holed up in that dump on Tatooine!”

“Don't remind me,” Crosshair remarks. “I think I still have the stench of bantha on me.”

“I thought it was obvious it was their breeding season,” Tech slyly adds, never missing the opportunity to get digs in on Crosshair whenever possible.

“Enough, you two,” Hunter interrupts. “Grab your gear and head upstairs. Y/N's been gracious enough to let us stay here instead of being miserable in the Marauder every night, so let's at least try and act somewhat civil.”

You let out a cackle and painstakingly re-shoulder your backpack. “All right, you guys. Go upstairs and get settled. How about we reconvene in a few hours for something to eat, and maybe start unwinding with a game or two?” You start walking off to your bedroom, stopping to turn around when you hear Echo.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

“Oh, my quarters are down here. I don't think there's enough room in there for all of us,” you tease.

You disappear down the hall toward your bedroom as the guys start making their way to the second floor, completely out of earshot as Crosshair casually says, “you want to make a bet?”

*****

“All right, guys, the rules are simple. All you have to do is spin the bottle, and whoever it points at is the one who will be asked “truth or dare.” If you pick truth, just answer the question honestly. We're all adults here, so there's no need to be embarrassed about anything. Same goes for dare. The only rule about dares is that you don't have to do them if it violates your personal ethics, or is a violation of whatever you consider to be your hard limits. You can rescind consent at any time and ask for a pass, or change it to truth. I just have a hard time believing you guys have never played this game before...I think almost every culture in this galaxy plays some version!”

“Remember, Y/N, we're from Kamino. “Fun” and “games” are two words that are not in the Kaminoans' language,” Hunter offers. “We did our best to amuse ourselves when we were boys as a means of escape from our harsh reality...but not with anything like this.”

“She doesn't need a trip down your memory lane, Hunter,” Crosshair sighs irritably, shifting his ubiquitous toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Are we doing this, or what?”

You roll your eyes and set an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Since you are my guests, one of you can spin the bottle first. Mmm, Wrecker, you want to do it?”

“Absolutely! Let me at it,” he says cheerily.

“Wrecker, mind your strength,” Tech warns. “We do not need you launching the bottle into the wall, or one of us.”

Wrecker's huge hand closes around the wine bottle and he gives it a deft spin. It slows and comes to a stop, the neck pointing at Crosshair. He chuckles and narrows his good eye as he looks at his brother's seemingly constant sour expression. “Oi, Cross...truth or dare?”

There's an audible crunch as Crosshair snaps the toothpick, hastily plucking the broken pieces out of his mouth. “Do I have to?” he grumbles.

“Do you have to be so disagreeable all the time, Crosshair?” you reply, half jokingly. Quiet laughter from the others ceases when you hold up your hand. “It's a harmless game. Just relax and play along. You might just have fun.”

“All right, fine. Truth,” he says churlishly.

Wrecker's face breaks out into a huge grin, and you have the feeling he's up to something. “Yes or no – do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Crosshair's eyes widen, heat stealing its way up the back of his neck and into his ears. You look around at the others, surprised that Wrecker would lead off with a very revealing question. Hunter is trying not to smile, and Echo and Tech share a knowing glance. You won't be surprised if Crosshair answers yes; it wouldn't be the first time someone admitted they had feelings for you while working closely together. The reactions of the others suggest your prediction is correct.

“Well? Do you?” Wrecker asks again, grinning madly.

Crosshair digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair in which he's sitting, his face slightly reddened. “Yes! Yes, all right? For fuck's sake, Wrecker, did you have to do that?” He turns his head away, not able to look at anyone, especially you.

Uproarious laughter fills the room as everyone finds it hysterical their normally unflappable brother is quite humiliated. The only one not laughing is you, because while you find it fitting that Crosshair is temporarily subdued, you're empathetic. You've always known Crosshair is a very private person, and admitting something like this represents a serious loss of control.

“Guys, please. Crosshair, it's your turn. Spin the bottle,” you say gently.

He sighs softly and turns to look at you, his cheeks tinged red. His dark eyes bore into yours and don't break your gaze as he leans down and forward, speedily grabbing it and setting it in motion. The bottle wobbles for a moment before it stops and points at you. You can hear Tech muttering something to Echo under his breath and for a split second, you have a feeling of apprehension. Crosshair's pride is hurt, and now that means he's unpredictable.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he sneers, completely evaporating whatever embarrassment he just felt.

Everyone's eyes are on you, keen to see if you'll accept a challenge from him. You look around and grin, chuckling softly. “Well, I hate to disappoint you, boys, but for the first round, I'm going to have to go with truth.”

One look at Crosshair's expression tells you exactly what he plans on doing; he's going to try and retaliate in an effort to fluster you. “Have you ever fantasized about any of us in a sexual way?”

You feel your heart start to race a little and you do your best to stay calm. Heat flows into your cheeks and as your expression softens, a little grin is riddled upon your lips. Ever since you became part of the squad, you've done your best to try and maintain an air of professionalism, but you're only human, and with five handsome men always in close contact with you, you certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be with any one of them.

“Hey, are you in there?” Wrecker asks.

“I'm...thinking,” you reply slowly, the grin becoming a big smile. Finally you end up laughing, rolling your eyes as you speak. “Of course I have. Anyone with eyes would end up fantasizing about a group of incredibly attractive guys like you. There. Are you happy, Crosshair?”

He smirks at you, sitting back in his chair as he taps his cheek idly with his finger. “Not just yet, but give it some time. I think I will be.”

*****

“Are you ever going to accept a dare?” Crosshair complains. “I think you're playing coy on purpose.”

The game has been going on for awhile now, and it's been highly entertaining. The bulk of the racy questions have all been directed at you, and the only reason you've hesitated opting for a dare is because you know the minute you say yes, someone is going to get really creative, which will result in you losing an article of clothing. You're no stranger to being in various states of undress around men out in the field, and the guys are no exception, but you've never been completely naked around them.

“All right, all right! Fine! If you're that keen on it, I'll take a dare. Just make it a good one, Crosshair,” you say, feeling your heart starting to beat a little faster.

Crosshair grins and runs his hand through his hair, pausing briefly before speaking. “I think we've all learned quite a bit of...shall I say...interesting things about you tonight, Kitten.”

“Cross, don't call me that. You know I don't like it,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Where are you going with this?”

“You wanted a good dare? I've been thinking about this all night, and it's something I think we're all going to like,” he says, a disconcerting grin emerging. “As long as you consent, of course.”

It doesn't escape your notice that Hunter flashes him a questioning look, and both Tech and Echo moved forward to the edge of one of the couches they're sitting on, clearly interested as to what could possibly be this good. Wrecker glances over at you, puzzled as to what Crosshair's about to do, and as you look over at him, you shrug. As you look back at Crosshair, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a very hungry look in his eyes.

“I've consented to everything you boys have thrown at me tonight. I can handle whatever you come up with.”

“That's good to know, because you're going to strip down to nothing and stay that way the rest of the night.”

You flash him a look of defiance, momentarily catching him off guard. “Fine by me! I've got nothing to hide, and besides...” You pause and look around at the guys, all of whom have the tiniest of grins on their faces. “The likelihood of all of you not wanting to see me naked is precisely zero.”

Tech clears his throat a little nervously. “I do believe she's got us, there. Statistically speaking...”

“Tech, shut up for a moment, will you?” Crosshair snaps. “Y/N, you accepted the dare, so follow through with it.”

You slowly rise and roll your shoulders as you stretch. Sighing softly, you pull the tie for the lower back of your top, letting the ribbons flutter loosely around your hips. The guys have all gone quiet, watching with you with rapt interest. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back a little as you reach up to loosen the ribbon at your neck, pulling away your top and letting it fall to the floor. You can hear someone's breath hitch in his throat as your chest is on full display. Heavy tattooing spans the area over your breasts and down your sternum, prominent steel rings in your nipples.

You open your eyes and Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker are looking at you completely awestruck. Glancing over your shoulder at Tech and Echo, you wink and flash them a sexy grin, chuckling as you see color beginning to creep into both their faces. “You won't be left out, boys. Just be patient.”

Might as well give them a little show, as long as I'm doing this, you think. Really give them something to get off on, later...

Sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your soft, loose pants, you start to roll your hips in an enticing manner, purposely making eye contact with Crosshair. You slowly begin to slide the material down, the silky shimmer of your black panties coming into view. He stares, completely enamored, shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an effort to disguise the fact he's starting to grow hard. Despite the fact that Tech and Echo are sitting behind you, they're getting as much of a show as the other three, and the moment your muscular ass comes into view, one of them accidentally lets slip a tiny groan. You grin and step out of your pants, casting them aside to join your top.

“Mm, someone's enjoying the view, am I right?” you say, your voice lowering seductively as you turn to look over at Wrecker, who's got his hands in his lap, trying to cover up his growing arousal. “Please, big guy, I'm not stupid. If anything, it's pretty fucking hot.”

You bring a hand to your chest, letting it linger between your breasts, as the other slides down your stomach and lightly grazes your pubic mound. Letting out a content sigh, you hook your index fingers in the band of your panties and begin to lower them almost agonizingly slow, stepping out of them carefully as you drop them with the rest of your clothes. You're careful not to reveal too much of yourself, but you can't help but part your legs just a little so that the ring in the hood of your clit is plainly visible.

“By the Maker...” you hear Tech utter quietly.

You raise your hands above your head and lazily turn yourself around in a full circle so everyone gets a full look at you, coming to a stop in front of Tech and Echo. The two of them can't stop themselves from looking you over head to toe, with Tech's attention turning to your hood piercing. A broad grin crosses your face as you take your index finger and let it rest under his chin, tipping his head up so his golden brown eyes meet yours.

“My eyes are up here, honey,” you laugh. “It's all right. You like what you see. There's no shame in that.” You look at Echo, his normally pale skin now flushed pink with arousal. “I think the same goes for you, too, dear.” You turn around to face Crosshair, a look of smug superiority on your face. “Well? I did it, and I managed to render you speechless. I consider that a rare victory...and I do believe it's my turn to spin the bottle.”

You sit down on the floor, keeping your legs closed and to the side. Giving the bottle a hefty spin, it eventually stops and points to Wrecker. “Truth or dare?” you ask, a little smile on your face. He looks over at you, blinking slowly as he makes up his mind. Heat floods his cheeks as he feels his cock twitch heavily under his hands. “Which one, Wrecker?”

“Truth,” he says hesitantly.

“Hm. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?”

His mind immediately goes blank trying to think of something plausible, because he's embarrassed to tell you the truth. “A giant bowl of Mantell Mix would hit the spot,” he mumbles.

Crosshair bursts out in derisive laughter. “Wrecker, you're the worst fucking liar. Really? Mantell Mix? You're going to have to do better than that!”

Hunter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, turning to look at Wrecker. “Just tell her the real truth, vod. The smell of it rolling off you is getting to be a bit much.”

Wrecker groans and closes his eyes. “All right, fine. Honestly? I'd love to have you sitting in my lap with my cock buried in you, while I play with your clit.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, a mixture of amusement and intrigue on your face. “Well...I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that out of you.” The idea of having him splitting you in half with what is probably quite a thick cock is tantalizing. You feel the stone of arousal forming in the pit of your chest, along with a tiny pulse in your clit.

This gets a rise out of the rest of the guys; they're all laughing quietly and Echo gently pokes Wrecker in the arm playfully with his scomp-link.

“Come on, everyone. If Wrecker is brave enough to say that, then I'm betting the rest of you are having some pretty sexually charged thoughts, too,” you gently chide.

Wrecker takes the bottle from you and a brief look of appreciation passes between the two of you. It spins wildly before ultimately pointing to Hunter. “Truth or dare?” he rumbles.

Hunter's dark eyes lock on yours before he speaks. “Truth.”

“I wanna ask you the same thing Y/N just did. What's the one thing you want most right now?”

“I really want Y/N perched between my knees, letting me fuck those perfect tits of hers,” Hunter replies quietly, shifting just a little so you can see the bulge forming under his blacks.

Now it is abundantly clear to you where the rest of the game is headed. The heat building between your legs is growing stronger, wetness beginning to seep from you. The pulsing in your clit becomes constant as the sensitive flesh begins to swell. There's absolutely no hiding from Hunter that you're fully aroused now, and the look he gives you is one of sheer desire. You wonder if the rest of them are all sporting massive erections by now, but you don't dare to move your head to look around to check, lest you give away your intentions.

“I think you like my idea, Y/N, don't you?” Hunter asks with palpable amusement in his voice.

“She's turned on?” Crosshair murmurs, idly scratching his chin with a fingertip.

“Without a doubt, she is,” Hunter replies, giving the bottle a quick spin. It lands back on you, and your heart starts to race again. “Truth or dare, ad'íka?”

Your mouth goes dry and you manage to keep your voice from quivering with apprehension. “Dare.”

“I'm willing to bet that you've got an absolutely gorgeous little cunt. It's a shame you've kept it hidden away from us for so long. Spread your legs so we can all see.”

You feel your cheeks go hot, but not from shame. Hunter's never used language like this with you before and all it's doing is casting more kindling into the roaring inferno of your arousal. More wetness seeps from you as you carefully unfold your legs and rearrange yourself into a position on the floor where everyone can see you from the front. Slowly, you comply, leaning back on a hand to balance yourself as you part your legs. With your other hand, you take your index and middle fingers, spreading them into a V shape as you spread your outer lips, showing the guys the slickness between your cleft.

“You look so fucking tasty, Kitten...” Crosshair rasps as he slowly starts touching himself through his blacks, already soaked through with pre-cum.

Ignoring Crosshair's use of the epithet, you look at the others to see them all nodding in agreement, their eyes all seemingly darkened with lust. Tech leans over to whisper something to Echo, and the two of them chuckle softly, Echo biting his lower lip for a brief moment. You steal a quick glance at them, and like the others, they're concealing prominent bulges under their blacks. Tech looks over at you with a gentle smile on his face.

“If you are willing, Y/N, would you consider letting us all have a taste?”

It takes you a moment to figure out what Tech means by having a taste, and you realize it goes much further than wanting to eat your pussy. You choose your words carefully, making sure there's no room for any misunderstandings that could end in regret. “I know it's been a really long time since any of us have gotten what we want, or need. If we're going to do this, I want you to know that I trust all of you explicitly, and yes...you may all share me. Let's just have fun, and enjoy each other.”

“Then I believe a modification of the way this game is played is necessary,” Tech declares, pushing his lenses back into place. “Instead of asking truth or dare, we will tell Y/N what we would like to do with her, and she can choose to accept or decline. This way, there will be favorable outcomes for us all. Y/N, is this agreeable?”

You smile at him winningly and nod. “Works for me, everyone.” You exhale forcefully and send the bottle spinning. As it stops on Wrecker, you look and see him grinning like he's won the best prize in the galaxy.

“Can we do that thing I said earlier?” he asks a little shyly. “And will you let me have a little taste of your pussy, too?”

“Absolutely, big guy,” you chuckle as you get to your feet and stop in front of him. Even though you're roughly at his eye level when he's sitting, it still feels like he's towering above you. “How do you want to do this?”

“Climb on my lap, sweetie, and let me do the rest. I'll be gentle, I promise.”

As you straddle his massive lap, one of his huge hands rests on your back and the other comes under the back of your leg, suddenly pulling you off your feet so your legs are slung over his shoulders, your pussy so close to his face you can feel the heat of his breath. You let out a yelp and try to figure out where to put your arms so you're comfortable. Balancing your forearms on his thighs as his hands close on top of your knees, you look up at him, catching him wink at you with his good eye. You've watched people eat you out before, but never from this vantage point.

“Just relax, mésh'la. It's all right,” he reassures you.

You let out a surprised, quiet moan as he lightly kisses your clit and then your outer lips. His warm tongue delicately trails its way through your folds, gathering up all your juices as it makes its way up to your now swollen clit. When he closes his lips over it, you groan and let your head fall back, shutting your eyes as he alternates between suckling lightly and flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of it, and over your piercing. When your legs start twitching involuntarily with each stroke of his tongue, Wrecker lets out a deep, rumbling moan of his own against you, the vibrations tickling every nerve ending.

His cock twitches against your back and you moan his name softly, thinking about what it's going to be like to have him inside you. Wrecker turns his attention from massaging your clit to slipping his tongue through your outer lips all the way to your entrance. His strong tongue probes deeply as he tastes another flow of your juices, and his grip on your knees tightens.

He starts to gently rock his hips up into your back, silently telling you that he's just about ready for the next step. As he pulls his mouth away, one hand comes back under your back to support you as the other brings one of your legs down. Once you're back in an upright position, you climb off his lap, your legs visibly trembling.

“I hope that was all right, Y/N,” Wrecker says. “Been a long time since I've done that with anyone.”

“All right? I think that was more than just a little all right,” you reply breathlessly, feeling like your legs are going to give out.

He laughs and takes your hand, placing it right over his thick, meaty cock, straining to be let out of his blacks. “That's all for you, mésh'la. Why don't you show everyone how beautiful you look when I've got my cock stuffed inside you?” His hands slip under the waist of his pants, easing them down to his ankles. His cock lies long and straight against his stomach, and as your eyes fall upon it, he flexes it for you, a little bit of pre-cum clinging to the tip. “Come sit and keep it warm, Y/N,” Wrecker coaxes.

You turn around and see the wanton expressions on the others' faces as they patiently wait their turns. Wrecker takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking it gently as he waits for you. As you back up and straddle his lap once more, you let out a loud gasp as you feel the head of his cock slip through your outer lips, positioning right at your entrance. Resting your hands on his thighs for balance, you start to carefully ease yourself down on him, exhaling slowly as you feel him start to stretch you out.

Wrecker wraps an arm loosely around you, resting a hand on one of your breasts, gently thumbing your nipple. “Take all the time you need, Y/N. I know this is an awful lot,” he murmurs.

“Y-yeah, it is,” you reply shakily. “You feel incredible, already...”

You lower yourself down onto him, inch by inch, moaning continually as his girth stretches you to what feels like your absolute maximum. Wrecker buries his face in your hair, groaning loudly the farther you sink. As he bottoms out in you, his strong hands slide under your legs and lift you up just a little so that instead of your hands on his thighs, now your feet rest there. He takes you by the ankles and you take a hold of his forearms as he starts to slowly rock up into you.

“How's it feel, Wrecker?” Hunter asks as he strokes his cock idly through his blacks. “Usually women are scared to death of that thing,” he chuckles.

“So tight...hot...wet,” Wrecker groans through his clenched teeth. “Ride me, mésh'la, please...”

You oblige, and start bouncing on his cock, deep lusty moans springing from you with each successive stroke. He starts bucking up into you a little harder, passing over your sweet spot repeatedly, sending white hot bolts of pleasure through your pussy. One hand leaves your ankle and works its way between your legs, where the flat of his thumb falls upon your rosy pink pearl, swirling in tight little circles. Wrecker is notably dexterous, switching with ease from rubbing your clit to flicking his thumb over it, loving how you're responding to his touch.

Riding him faster, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak, unable to combat the fiery combination of Wrecker's cock ravaging your pussy and the determined stroking of his thumb. Your clit buzzes pleasantly, tiny little contractions starting to multiply, and a deep growl rolls out of Wrecker as he now lays into you, feeling his own orgasm on its ascent. His cock begins to tighten even more with each upward stroke, and the electricity in your clit becomes more concentrated.

“Don't stop, Wreck...I'm so fucking close,” you gasp.

“So 'm I, mésh'la...come for me,” he moans.

A few more well-timed strokes of his thumb against your engorged clit is all it takes before he hears your breath hitch in your throat, his name falling from your lips in tiny gasps. The lightning in your clit spreads quickly through your core, sharp cries of unrestrained bliss spilling from your throat as your walls constrict around him. Wrecker's thrusting becomes erratic as his cock swells to maximum within you. He lets go of your other ankle and you lift yourself off, sinking to the floor on your knees with your back to him, chest heaving wildly.

Closing his hand around his cock soaked with your juices, he strokes himself hard. It's only a few moments before he lets out a choked gasp followed by a deep moan as he comes, painting your back with thick, ropy strands of his seed. He sinks back in his seat, covering his face with a hand, panting heavily. Utterly spent and basking in the afterglow of his long overdue orgasm, Wrecker slowly gets his pants back on. He looks down at you, sitting back on your feet, admiring his handiwork as his spend trickles its way down your back.

“Go clean her up, dí'kut,” Crosshair hisses. “She doesn't deserve to be left a mess.”

Wrecker gets up and heads to the kitchen, returning a short while later with a warm, damp towel. He attentively wipes down your entire back, then takes his hand and ruffles your hair affectionately. “Sorry about that, Y/N...I didn't ask if I could do that,” he says apologetically. “Are you okay?”

You get to your feet and reach for his chin, standing on tiptoe as he bows his head. Your lips meet his for a soft, loving kiss. “I'm fine, big guy. Might be walking funny for the next day or so, but...” The entire room erupts into laughter as Wrecker returns to his seat, blushing slightly. You wait for everyone to calm down before picking up the wine bottle. “All right! Who's next?” you say playfully, giving the bottle a spin. This time the bottle comes to a stop in front of Tech and Echo, pointing at neither. “Hm, well, this is a conundrum, indeed,” you muse.

“If I may, Y/N,” Tech interrupts, “there is a perfectly reasonable solution to what you perceive as a problem. Let us both gratify you, thus eliminating your need to choose. Echo, why don't you show Y/N the modifications to your scomp-link that we made? Perhaps we can also show her that new attachment I created. I am most eager to see it in action.”

“I'm not surprised you two have been up to clandestine operations,” you say, rolling your eyes. “But you've piqued my curiosity, and...I very much want to have both of you.”

“Excellent. I will return shortly, Y/N. Echo, help her get more comfortable on the floor; we will need the extra space,” Tech says as he rises from the couch, purposely readjusting himself so you can get a better sense of what he's got hidden under his blacks. “This will be worth your while, cyar'íka...I promise.”

As Tech heads upstairs to gather all the necessary equipment, Echo takes all the pillows off the couch and lays them on the floor. You walk over and sit next to him, his good arm wrapping around you. Slipping your hand down between his legs, you run your fingers gently over his fully primed cock, loving the little moan that escapes from him. His lips seek out yours as he lightly pushes himself into your hand, moaning once more when your tongue collides with his for an impassioned kiss.

“Oh, mésh'la, if you only knew how long I've dreamed of doing something like this with you...” he whispers hotly against your neck, planting a few open mouthed kisses there.

You let out a soft sigh at the touch of his lips, his kisses working their way down your neck to your collarbone. He lowers you just a little so he has easy access to a breast, his tongue gently licking a nipple, sending shivers down your spine. Echo grins as he closes his mouth around it, sucking lightly, relishing the sounds of your moans. You squeeze his cock firmly in return, his eyes tightly shut as he groans deeply.

“You want me to suck your cock, Echo? I can't wait to see what you have for me,” you purr, feeling the material of his blacks dampen under your fingertips.

“I do not think he wants to wait any longer to show you what he has in store for you,” Tech calls from the entrance to the living room. He's carrying a case and a small drawstring pouch with him. “Y/N, if you please, spread your legs for Echo so he can begin.” He pauses, and you see his brow furrow for a moment. “I...know we already have your consent, but I feel it prudent to ask you regardless...” He stops again and you see one of his hands tremble slightly.

Crosshair snickers as you get up and walk over to Tech. “What, now you lose your nerve, Professor Highbrow? She already said you can take her, so what the hell's your problem? Got limp dick syndrome, or something? You should forfeit your turn and let me –”

You whirl around, fury written all over your face as you approach Crosshair, who looks supremely amused with himself. As you stop in front of him, you grab the collar of his blacks and yank him up until he's a hair's breadth away from you, eyes locked on his. His eyes widen in genuine shock; he's never seen you this angry before. Hunter is about to spring into action to pull the two of you apart, but Wrecker puts a hand on his shoulder, curious to see how this is going to play out.

“Crosshair, shut your fucking mouth! I am so sick of you constantly ripping on Tech, trying to tear him down. Is it really necessary to try and destroy your brother's self-esteem?! You dare...in MY house?!,” you seethe. “Just for that, when it's your turn...I've already decided what you're going to do with me...and you'd better fucking follow through!”

You shove Crosshair back into his seat hard, letting go of his shirt. You look at the others, and they're all staring at you in disbelief, especially Tech, who remains rooted to the spot. Walking back over to him, you reach your hand up to gently cup his face, his eyes seeming larger than ever. “Now, what were you going to ask me?” you ask softly.

“Cyar'íka...” he starts, trying to regain composure and find his voice. “I would very much like it if you would orally pleasure me while Echo takes care of you. Would you also let me take you from behind?”

“For you, Tech, anything. You know...you didn't need to ask me for permission, but I'm happy you did. I just want to enjoy both you and Echo in every way possible.”

You retake your seat on the floor next to Echo, with Tech coming to sit beside you, putting the case and the pouch off to the side. “Spread yourself for me, Y/N, and relax. I think that beautiful pearl of yours needs some more loving,” Echo says as he positions himself between your legs. “This might feel a little strange at first. I'll start with this, then switch over to the new attachment.”

Tech leans down and rests a hand on the back of your neck as his lips graze across your cheek and down to your mouth where your lips meet his for a delicate kiss. Echo lightly rests his scomp-link on the hood of your clit, then activates it. You gasp as you feel gentle vibrations emitting from it, and Echo smiles, glancing up at Tech. “I'm glad you suggested we rewire this thing...I think she likes it!”

Echo swirls the scomp-link around your clit attentively, listening to you moan deeply as he touches every part of it. He can see you beginning to swell and grow harder for him with each pass, the sides of your clit especially sensitive. You lift your hips up into him, craving more stimulation and he obliges, upping the level of vibration. With his good hand, he pulls his blacks down enough to free his cock – thick, hard as durasteel, and craving your attention.

“Please, Y/N,” Echo softly moans. “Touch me...let me come for you,” he pleads.

He shifts a little so you can slip your hand down between his legs, taking his cock to slowly stroke it in an underhanded position. Echo sighs in pleasurable relief as your hand glides over the hot, turgid flesh, taking time to swirl your thumb over the head as more pre-cum steadily seeps from him. Tech, not wanting to be left out, takes your unoccupied hand and you look up at him, his eyes glazed over with arousal. He guides you down between his legs, and as your hand covers the conspicuous bulge, you squeeze gently, making him shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“Are you ready for me, cyar'íka?” Tech asks as he takes your hand, kissing your palm as he frees himself from his blacks, revealing the sublime and statuesque curvature of his lengthy cock. “I will let you set the pace,” he reassures you as he lets your hand go, shifting close to your mouth.

Closing your hand around his cock, the tip of your tongue gently trails its way underneath the head, earning you a stifled moan. Slowly, your tongue swirls around its entirety, getting a taste of pre-cum as you slip him into your mouth, letting your tongue glide along his shaft. You expertly corkscrew your hand around him as you find your rhythm, sucking and stroking him with vigor. “If you only knew how many times I imagined doing this with you...” Tech murmurs as he lets his hand rest gently on the back of your head.

The grasp on Echo's cock tightens as you stroke him a little faster, feeling the pulsing in your clit intensify with each pass of the scomp-link. The constant low moaning coming from Echo sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you feel your juices seeping out, dampening the pillow you're sitting on. You moan heavily around Tech's cock, the vibrations rewarding you with a hard flex and the sound of him choking back a deep-seated moan of his own. He rests a hand on your cheek, then pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving you feeling strangely empty.

“You're too good at this, cyar'íka...I am already getting closer than I would like,” he pants as he sits back down, blinking heavily as he tries to recompose himself.

Echo's hand covers yours as he pulls himself back from your grasp, breathing hard. “I'm close, too, mésh'la...still want to...show you the best part...”

He takes the scomp-link away from your throbbing clit, taking the case lying next to Tech and opens it, revealing an instrument with two distinct curved parts to it – the larger part is considerably longer and thick, the smaller one much shorter and thin. Echo nimbly unscrews the scomp-link and replaces it with this new creation, holding his arm up so the others can see.

“The larger part goes inside you, and the smaller part stays outside and rests on your clit,” he explains once he catches his breath. “Both parts vibrate, and they also have a small range of movement to them, so they can simultaneously work your sweet spot and clit at the same time.”

Tech picks up the small drawstring pouch and opens it, taking out a bottle. “You may want to use this,” he advises, handing it to Echo. “It will make Y/N's entire experience that much more pleasurable.”

Echo applies a few drops of the lube to the attachment, spreading it evenly. He drips a little bit more onto your clit, letting it run down between your outer lips before he takes a finger and traces it around your entrance. As his fingertip makes its way just inside, a content moan rises from you, and Echo smiles. Satisfied you're ready to accept this new toy, he withdraws his finger and smears the residual wetness on his cock. He carefully nudges the head of the large end up against your entrance and eases it fully inside you. As promised, the head of the smaller end is flush with the underside of your clit – a perfect fit.

“I really want to see you come before Tech fucks you, mésh'la, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and I'll stop immediately.”

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp loudly as Echo activates the toy. “This isn't going to take me long!”

Echo keeps the level of vibration on its lowest to get you used to the feeling, the tip of each segment moving in tiny circles, alternating with a gentle upward massaging movement, perfectly mimicking someone's fingers and tongue. Involuntarily, your walls clench around the toy as it teases your sweet spot. You let out a lusty moan as the outer piece flicks gently under your clit, sending waves of fresh heat through your core.

Your eyes close as Tech's brilliant new toy works its magic, biting your lower lip as your hands come to your breasts, cupping them as you gently pull on your piercings. Echo increases the speed just a little more, a sharp cry coming from you as the pressure increases in your cleft and the buzzing in your clit becomes stronger, drawing you close to your peak. Tech smiles proudly, knowing his little invention works perfectly and is driving you wild.

Echo's hand strays between his legs once more to close around his cock, his arousal at a hair-trigger. He finds his rhythm quickly, his eyes locked on yours as he strokes himself hard, bucking his hips as he goes. Your head drops back against the couch cushion, arching your back and suppressing a small scream as Echo increases the intensity a third time. Tech takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it as your other hand remains on a breast, rolling and pinching your nipple.

Your clit becomes the epicenter of searing heat and electricity as the manipulation of your sweet spot triggers your inner walls to contract around the toy. Your legs begin to tremble, toes curling as you're nearing your climax with everyone watching you in fascination, waiting to see you come. Breath catching in your throat, you manage to utter, “So fucking close, Echo...you're going to make me come...”

“That's it, mésh'la, let it all go,” Echo groans as his cock pulses in his hand. “Come for me, Y/N...”

As your orgasm breaks, his name cascades from your lips in a heaving sob, a riptide of pleasure crashing violently through your body. The walls of your pussy constrict forcefully around the toy as you bear down. Rolling your hips madly, you cover your face with your hands as you keep riding the waves of your high. “No more, Echo, pull out...pull out...pull out!” you wail.

Echo shuts the toy off and removes it, a lewd wet sound following in its wake as a spring of your juices ejects all over his hand and cock. “By the Maker, Y/N,” he says, looking down in disbelief. Using the newfound wetness to his advantage, he strokes himself hard, moaning your name. You watch his balls tighten as he starts to come, spilling a considerable amount of his seed all over your stomach and pubic mound. Chest heaving with exertion, he sits back and gets himself tucked back into his blacks.

“It appears the toy did exactly what I designed it to do,” Tech says with a satisfied grin on his face. “You performed flawlessly, Y/N...how do you feel?”

“I'm...not sure I have the words, Tech. It's been a long time since I've come like that,” you admit sheepishly.

Wrecker passes the damp towel to Echo, who lovingly wipes you clean. His parting gift to you is a gentle kiss between your legs just above your clit, then he leans in to plant another kiss at the corner of your mouth as he lightly strokes your hair. “Thank you for everything, mésh'la...that was extraordinary,” he says, his voice laden with adoration. “I can't wait to watch you with Tech...you're in for a real treat,” he chuckles as he returns to your other side. “She's all yours, ner vod...”

Tech smiles and takes your chin in his hand, turning your head and leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You bring your hands up behind his neck, enticing him to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your throat, all the way to your breasts. One of his hands reaches for a breast, closing over it as he traces his finger over your firm nipple, taking hold of your piercing. You let out a breathy moan as his eager tongue snakes out and flicks quickly over the other, holding the ring in his teeth. As Tech begins to gently pull on your piercings, your arousal renews with strong pulsing in your clit and an insistent fluttering deep in your pussy.

“You are hungry for all our attention tonight, aren't you, cyar'íka?” Tech says as he lets go of you, his silken voice low and sultry. “Get on all fours for me, and I'll share something else with you that is in desperate need of attention.”

As your rise to your knees, Tech pulls away the pillow soaked with your juices and replaces it with a larger one, wanting to maximize your comfort. You get into position for him and he reaches out, tracing his fingers down your spine, making you shiver and lift yourself up toward him as his hand reaches your ass. Taking both cheeks in his strong hands, he kneads them firmly, letting his fingers roam down a little until his thumbs are on either side of your outer lips. He gently parts your folds, looking down upon your entrance, moist with fresh wetness.

“Both Wrecker and Echo did an excellent job preparing you for me,” Tech states casually as he draws his index finger between your glistening lips. “Now we've learned that even something simple as playing with your nipples leaves you a soaking...” He slides his finger into you slowly, grinning as you let out a tiny moan. “...wet mess.”

Tech finds your sweet spot easily, teasing it in short strokes with his fingertip. Your eyes close and you let out a quiet sigh, a hand straying down between your legs to gently touch your clit, still partially swollen and sensitive from the last orgasm . Tech feels your pussy gently contract around his finger and he lets out a small groan as his cock stirs heavily. He pulls his finger out of you and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean and marveling at the delicate balance of sweetness, salt, and acidity.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N? Will you come as violently for me as you did for Echo?”

You push your ass back toward him and he meets you halfway, letting you rub yourself along the front of his blacks, dampening them with your juices. Tech slides his pants past his knees, guiding his cock through your folds and over your clit, holding back a moan as your hand passes along the underside, your fingertips deftly caressing the tip, feeling a small amount of pre-cum emerge. He withdraws and then aligns himself with your entrance, taking your hips in his hands as he slowly pushes his way in. He's nearly as thick as Wrecker, and as he sinks himself deep into your succulent heat, Tech lets out the moan he's been trying to suppress.

“Fuck me, Tech,” you mewl, swirling your hips around him once he's fully seated within you. “You feel so fucking good...”

Tech feels pleasant heat rush to his face from your praise and he smiles, proud of himself for being able to please you like this. Now he starts to slowly rock his hips fore and aft, watching his cock effortlessly slip in and out of you, listening to your fervid cries growing steadily louder. You reach down to start rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, fingertips dancing lightly over it, making your legs twitch uncontrollably again. A shuddering groan comes from Tech as he feels your walls quiver around him, feeling like tiny kisses all along his cock.

You softly moan as Tech leans over you, propping himself up on one hand as the other comes up from underneath to cup one of your breasts. His long fingers easily manipulate your nipple and piercing, gently rolling and pulling the hardened flesh and its adornment. You feel another strong pulse in your clit and Tech groans quietly in your ear as the contraction that follows makes your walls squeeze against him tightly.

“Cyar'íka, move with me,” he whispers as he begins to sit up, pulling you with him. “Let me show you what you and I have done together in my dreams.”

As the two of you rise, Tech carefully shifts himself back onto his feet, not wanting to slip out of you. One of his arms is slung loosely around your hips with the other around your torso, his hand resting between your breasts. Resting on your knees, you straddle his lap with your hands on his thighs as he pulls you flush against him, the hand on your chest sliding up to gently close around your throat. His mouth comes to your ear and plants a tiny kiss, followed by more along your jaw. A deep moan emanates from your parted lips as Tech's other hand comes down between your legs, his graceful fingers brushing over your hot, swollen clit.

“I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck you while you sit in my lap,” Tech mumbles into your hair as he starts to buck his hips up into you once more. “Granted, I wanted to do this with you while in the cockpit of the Marauder...but this will suffice.”

You start to ride him, timing your descent perfectly with each hard upward thrust. Tech lets go of your throat and lets his hand gravitate down to your chest, cupping a breast as he begins to play with your nipple and piercing again. His fingers skillfully swirl over your clit at the same time, stoking the fires of arousal once more. Tech lets out a muffled moan against your neck as his cock is greeted with renewed wetness.

Your hands dig into his thighs as you bounce on his cock a little faster, the fingers working your clit keeping time. Luscious, tingling heat pools in that tiny singularity, begging for release. Tech turns his attention to your neck, hungrily nibbling and kissing the soft flesh, sending shivers down your spine. You gyrate your hips when he's nestled fully in you and he moans unabashedly as his cock begins to swell.

“That's the way, cyar'íka...such a good girl, letting us fuck you,” Tech says, his voice pouring into your ear like liquid silk.

He lets go of your breast and trails his fingertips up your chest before wrapping his hand lightly around your throat once more, holding your head steady as his hips snap up into you briskly. As you match his pace, you feel him getting tighter as he stretches your insides to their limit. He rubs your clit in tight circles, your moaning constant as he starts to shorten his thrusts, the head of his cock perfectly massaging your sweet spot. Tech squeezes the sides of your neck slowly and you shut your eyes as your breath hitches in your throat, every nerve ending in your clit ready for the ultimate liberation.

“So close, Tech...make me come,” you gasp.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Tech replies flippantly.

He buries himself all the way in you and holds still, his fingers flicking over your clit as you near your peak. His thighs tremble against you as he feels your pussy clutching his cock like a vise, requiring every ounce of his restraint to not release before you do. Tech takes your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh of your hood over it as he strokes firmly, drawing out a few last gasps from you.

As he loosens his grip on your throat, an intense cry bursts from you as the floodgates open and he tips you over the edge, your nails digging into his thighs as the nectar of euphoria flows through you. Writhing your hips madly, Tech wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady, unable to hold himself back any longer. He swiftly withdraws, then cants his hips up into you, relishing at the obscene wet sounds his cock is making as he drives himself in deeply. Mouth at your ear, Tech's low moaning sends shivers down your spine, knowing he's just about to come.

“May I...” he grunts, and you feel his cock swell and stiffen.

You bring a hand up around the back of his neck and turn your head towards his, pulling him down for an ardent kiss. “Do it,” you command. “Be my good boy and fill my pussy...”

Tech hides his face in your hair as he thrusts hard for a final time, letting his breath out forcefully as his orgasm overtakes him, moaning your name repeatedly. His cock flexes heavily in your cleft, and you whimper as you feel the sudden heat of his seed coating your walls. At long last, Tech releases you. Falling forward onto your hands, he backs out of you, juices steadily dripping between your legs onto the pillow underneath.

“Y/N, are you all right?” Echo asks, reaching out to take you by the shoulder and help you upright.

“Better than fine,” you reply breathlessly as you shift around to face the others. “Here's a little something extra for you, boys. Consider it an encore...”

You part your legs enough so they can clearly see between them, your outer lips swollen and spread wide. Biting your lip as you bear down, everyone watches transfixed as Tech's thick, creamy load slips out of you. You look over at Tech, now sitting back on the couch as he recovers from his high. Unsteadily, you get to your feet and go to him, taking his chin in your hand as you look into his beautiful golden brown eyes. He reaches up to touch your cheek with his finger, a relieved smile on his face.

“That was...extraordinary, cyar'íka. Thank you for letting me –”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss. “No need to thank me, Tech. If anything, I should be thanking you.” You pause for a moment, a grin creeping across your face. “However, I think you and I need to have a chat about an escapade in the Marauder's cockpit sometime...”

Wrecker snorts and bursts out laughing, causing Tech to immediately start blushing. Everyone else joins in as you sigh and shake your head, reaching for the towel to wipe yourself down. You look around for the wine bottle, stopping as your eyes meet Hunter's. He's sitting calmly in his seat, watching your eyes as they travel down toward his groin. As if he's read your mind, he spreads his legs apart for you a little, resting his hand on the mouthwatering bulge under his blacks.

“There's no need, ad'íka. It's my turn,” he says, pulling the waist of his blacks down just a little so the head of his cock is visible. “I'm serious about wanting to have those exquisite tits of yours squeezed around my cock. But first, be a love and let me have your mouth for awhile. Seems to me your pussy needs a break,” he chuckles.

Hunter swings his legs up onto the generous couch on which he's sitting, stretching out as he lies down, sliding a thumb under the waistband of his blacks. Looking over at you, he smiles and starts stroking himself through the material, closing his eyes as he starts thinking about sliding his cock into your mouth, watching your tongue swirl around the tip. You make your way over to him, wedging yourself between his muscular thighs. Curling your hands into his pants, you start sliding them down his hips, your lips curled into a seductive grin.

“Show me what you've got for me, Hunter,” you say as you get his blacks down to his thighs, holding back a moan as his lengthy cock is unveiled, thick with a gentle upward curve. Once you get his blacks off, you lay your palms on his thighs, running them up toward his groin as you lean forward to gently kiss his tip. “Just as beautiful as your brothers,” you murmur.

Starting at the base, your tongue draws its way up his shaft, tenderly swirling along the underside of the head. Hunter moans softly and rests a hand on the back of your head as he spreads his legs wider for you, resting one foot on the floor. Taking his cock in one hand, you bring him to your lips, kissing the tip once more before you guide him into your mouth, sucking lightly on the head. You ease him farther into your mouth as your free hand cups his balls, palming the firm, swollen orbs carefully.

You pull him out of your mouth with a slight pop, licking your lips. “Mm, look how full you are, honey. I bet you want to blow a huge load all over my tits, don't you?” Now you squeeze his balls just a little, a deep groan rolling out of him. “Gotta say, Hunter, I figured you would have wanted my pussy, but your creativity is fucking hot...”

Sliding him back into your mouth, your tongue flattens out along the underside, letting you inch him in slowly. Your eyes meet his, pupils fully dilated and shining brightly with fascination and arousal as he watches his cock disappear around your lips. Taking in as much of him as you can, one hand closes around him again to start stroking, twisting its way along as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him hard.

Hunter groans and lifts his hips up into you as you pull away, a long strand of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip. You close your index finger and thumb firmly around his cock, swirling up and over him, taking time to massage the head as your tongue lavishes attention upon his length, flicking over the small slit as a bead of pre-cum oozes its way out. Back into the hot confines of your mouth he goes, this time picking up the pace to stroke him a little faster while you give most of your attention to the heated, swollen flesh.

“Fuck,” he moans softly. “I thought you'd never do this for me, Y/N...”

One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head once more, and now he begins to gently buck his hips as you let him fuck your mouth, pushing in deeper as you close your hand fully around him. Your other hand returns to give his balls attention, rolling and squeezing them while your index finger strokes the fine, soft flesh of his perineum, evoking a gasp and a choked breath from Hunter.

You can feel his leg starting to tremble against you a little as you draw him closer to his climax, and you chuckle with him in your mouth. The vibrations travel along his shaft, causing him to flex in your hand, and when the head tightens and swells, you exhale sharply through your nose, pulling him out. You're slavering all over his cock, curling the tip of your tongue as you withdraw, showing Hunter just exactly how much you love giving sloppy blowjobs.

You shift yourself back a little, placing a hand on Hunter's thigh as your head dips down, your tongue lovingly passing over his balls. Your other hand comes to rest on his other thigh, and reflexively, Hunter encircles his fingers around yours, while his other hand reaches to take a hold of your hair. Slowly your lips close around one of his balls, sucking a little to pull it into your mouth. Hunter closes his eyes and grits his teeth as he tries to restrain a deep-seated moan of pleasure.

He's so full that you almost can't fit it in your mouth, but as you engulf him completely, you suck on him tenderly, filled with anticipation over how much he's going to come for you. Hunter lets go of your hand and takes his cock, still wet with your saliva. He starts stroking himself, watching you intently as you let him go with a wet smack of your lips. As you take his other testicle in, he comes undone, moaning deeply as you sensually tease him. You can feel him beginning to tighten up in your mouth, and you release him, sitting back on your feet, flashing a sassy grin as you wipe your lips with a finger.

Hunter pulls himself up and you hear a low growl building as he suddenly reaches for your shoulder, pushing you down onto your back. Quickly, he climbs on top of you, his cock pulsating as he gets himself into position. Your heart races with excitement over his powerful show of dominance, but also with curiosity over how it will feel to have him gliding between your breasts. Hunter takes a breast in each hand, massaging them softly as he takes in this new vantage point.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Y/N? You're like something out of a wet dream,” he confesses as his thumbs trace over your nipples, mesmerized by the gleaming steel of your piercings. He looks up and over at Tech, holding out his hand. “Gonna need that lube, vod. Throw it over here.”

Tech pitches the small bottle of lube across to Hunter, who catches it easily. He flicks open the cap and drizzles the lube generously onto your sternum. You let him rub the lube between and all over your breasts, groaning happily as he massages your heated flesh. As he finishes, he takes his cock by the base, rapping it firmly on your chest, a wicked grin on his face. You start pushing your breasts together until they're just touching him, a little unsure of how close you should be.

“Always wondered what this would feel like,” he murmurs as he starts to rock his hips slowly, pushing his cock between the cleft, letting out a soft sigh as he easily glides through.

Hunter looks down at you, seeing the enthrallment on your face as he pushes his cock closer to your mouth. Briefly, he pulls himself out and holds himself within reach of your mouth, easing just the tip in a little as you suck on him gently. Back between your breasts he goes, and you push them much closer together this time to create more friction. He teases you, the head of his cock coming close to your chin and mouth, and you let your tongue hang out a little, trying to lick him.

“Tech's right, ad'íka...you're starving tonight...you want me to feed you?” he questions, voice smoky with passion.

“Give me everything you've got, Hunter,” you reply.

Hunter smiles and licks his lips as he continues driving his cock between your breasts, this time adjusting himself so he can push his way into your mouth easily. You take him in and he watches as your gaze meets his, an incredibly arousing sight to see you suck his cock so easily. His heart goes into overdrive as he feels you press yourself tightly around him, and he wonders if your pussy feels anywhere near as good as this.

Faster he begins to thrust, and low moaning progressively becomes heavy as Hunter feels himself rapidly approaching his edge. Your eyes are locked on his and again, you open your mouth to show him your eager tongue. Seeing you so willing and trusting turns him on even more, and he holds his breath when his balls begin to tighten, knowing his orgasm is imminent. You can see his thighs beginning to shake slightly as he comes close and you push your breasts against him as far as they'll go.

“M-mésh'la, hold still, I'm gonna come,” he gasps, surging forward a few more times before you feel his cock flex, watching as he starts to unload.

Hunter moans loudly as thick streams of his hot seed launch all over your chest, neck, and chin before he pulls his cock from between your breasts and strokes it a few more times, sending the rest into your mouth. You swallow every last bit, your tongue slightly tingling as you taste the salty, slightly bitter profile of his spend, momentarily grateful he chose not to come solely in your mouth. He carefully climbs off you and reaches for his pants, tugging them back on before he leans down and kisses you affectionately.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible...I would love to do that with you again sometime.”

You take his face between your hands, bringing your lips to his for a few velvety kisses. “Any time, Hunter...never done anything like that before, but it's getting added to the “must do” list,” you laugh.

Hunter gives you one last kiss before excusing himself to the kitchen to get another clean towel. You're sitting propped up on your elbows when he returns, and you close your eyes, letting your head loll back as he cleans you up. The warm dampness of the towel and Hunter's tender ministrations leave you feeling relaxed and perfectly sated. You inhale deeply, collecting your thoughts before you finally finish this game and set Crosshair in his place.

Without opening your eyes, your voice takes on a startling edge. “Crosshair, be my good boy...come over here and kneel before me. Now.”

The chatter among the others stops and Hunter retakes his seat on the couch, his attention fixed on Crosshair, who's looking across the room at you. As you bring your head back up, your eyes slowly open and you turn to look at him, his normally bitter expression erased and replaced by one of uncertainty, his cheeks red with uncharacteristic embarrassment. He's rattled by the glacial look you're giving him, and he swallows hard, looking at his brothers one by one, especially Tech.

“I strongly suggest you comply, Crosshair. It would be unwise to arouse cyar'íka's anger once more,” Tech says with a vein of mirth in his voice, a sly grin on his face.

As you sit up, you move to the edge of the couch, spreading your legs so Crosshair can get a good look at what he's been coveting all night long. The roseate bloom of your pussy lay before him, his longing for you coming to its summit as he sees your glistening folds, his cock throbbing insistently. Resting a hand daintily upon your knee, you reach out and beckon to him, smiling sweetly. But Crosshair is no fool; he sees through your façade, knowing you're up to something.

He gets up out of his chair haltingly and does as he's told, stopping before you and sinking to the floor on his knees. You can see his breathing becoming shallower, his dark eyes shining brightly with deep yearning. You bring a hand under his chin and lift his head up as you lean in, your other hand running through his silver hair. Your lips brush softly over his, and he doesn't bother trying to hold back a small moan. Now your mouth seeks his, tongues sparring as you converge for a fiery kiss.

“That's my boy...” you whisper heatedly. “You're going to learn a little humility and accept the consequences of your earlier transgression...starting by licking my pussy until every trace of Tech is gone.”

A brief look of disgust flashes across his face at your choice of words, but the desire to please you and be praised for it is overwhelming. As you look down at him, your expression softens as his hands make their way up your legs slowly. Crosshair never takes his eyes off yours, his long fingers caressing your silky skin as they rise over your knees and over your inner thighs. The corner of his mouth turns upward into a tiny crooked grin, knowing you're enjoying this.

Crosshair gives pause as he reaches your pubic mound, suddenly not wanting to proceed lest you think of something else to deflate his ego. His eyes search yours pleadingly, looking for the sign that he should continue. He wants nothing more than to touch you, let his tongue work its magic on the tantalizing swell of your pearl, and draw you to another orgasm. Hesitantly, his fingertips stroke the soft flesh of your outer lips, and when you don't stop him, his thumb rests on your piercing before he retracts the hood of your clit.

You let out a pleasurable sigh as you watch him close his eyes and lean in, his mouth closing over your clit. He wastes no time in showing you how skilled he is, sucking firmly while his tongue teases and massages the hypersensitive underside. His index finger makes its way to your slick entrance and slides in with no resistance. It's quickly followed by the middle, and you let out a gasp as he carefully threads in his ring finger, your pussy feeling like it's about to split in two.

Crosshair opens his eyes and looks up at you for signs of discomfort, but sees none. He starts moving his fingers in and out, the wet sounds coming from you are almost profane. He knows exactly where to touch you, curling his fingertips upward to manipulate your sweet spot as he pulls his mouth away, letting his tongue flick expertly across your clit. The divine heat and pulsation start you anew on the path to your climax, and he feels your walls starting to close around him.

“I think someone's hungrier than I am tonight, boys!” you exclaim, exhaling sharply as your needling leads Crosshair to pull out his fingers, coated with both your juices and the remnants of Tech's. “You're desperate, Crosshair. Lick them clean,” you order.

Jeering laughter erupts from Wrecker, clearly enjoying watching his brother being put in his place. “She's got you there, eh, Cross?! About time someone taught you a lesson!”

Crosshair's eyes narrow as heat spreads like wildfire through his face, blushing furiously. He sticks his index finger in his mouth, sucking it clean, the commingling of salt and bitter acidity not as vile as he expected. He licks his middle and ring fingers, watching your face for the sign of approval he aches for. You smile and point down at your pussy, slick with fresh arousal. Choking on a groan, his hands fly to your thighs and grip hard as he buries his head between your legs once more.

He licks a wide path with the flat of his tongue through your slit, gathering up everything he can. You rest your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to do it again. Moaning softly against your folds, he makes another pass before his lips close around your clit and piercing once more. This time he suckles gently, feeling his cock twitch hard underneath his blacks as you utter his name. He brings a hand down between his legs and feels how damp the material is, badly wanting to sink his cock into you in any way possible.

Crosshair gives your clit a loving kiss and looks to you once more. “Was...that all right?” he asks. You don't answer right away, instead moving in to taste yourself on him, licking at the corner of his mouth before lightly kissing his forehead. “C-cyaré, please...are you satisfied?” he implores.

His words from earlier in the night come back to haunt him as you chuckle softly. “Not just yet...but give it some time. On your feet, Crosshair...show me that cock of yours and let me make fantasy a reality.”

He rests his hands on your knees as he slowly rises, his lithe, muscular body seeming taller than ever as he looks down at you. Your eyes lock on his as your hands slide their way up his thighs, and you feel him tremble slightly in anticipation. You palm his cock through the fabric, feeling how hot and impatient he is as you lean forward, strategically planting ethereal kisses as your hands take the waistband of his blacks and ease them down. The graceful curve of his impressively thick length is unveiled, the head glossy with pre-cum.

Crosshair licks his lips as he watches you take him by the base, your tongue emerging to lightly trace its way over his frenulum before it swirls over the tip, drawing in his wetness. His breath catches in his throat as you take him in your mouth, his level of touch starvation evident as you feel him beginning to swell a little from the most basic attention you're giving him. You suck on him gently for a few moments before withdrawing, and he brings a hand to your face, cupping it tenderly. Closing your eyes, your hand comes up over his, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“Cyaré, tell me how to please you,” he begs, inwardly cursing himself for feeling so needy and vulnerable.

You let go of his hand and slip it between his legs, taking him by the balls and squeezing firmly. Crosshair groans and bites his lip, moving his hand to the back of your head as your other hand grasps his cock. “Begging is beneath you, Crosshair,” you coolly reply. “Here's the deal. You're going to blow your load on my face, and then you're going to lick it up.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow in surprise as he looks over at you, and you hear Echo mutter, “oh, Maker,” as Tech covers his face with his hand, desperately trying not to laugh. You look over at Wrecker and he's sitting there silent, mouth agape and eyes wide. Crosshair feels the heat of embarrassment crawling its way up his neck and into his ears and face. He didn't expect this from you, and now he finally regrets his egregious behavior.

“Just one more thing, love...don't swallow!”

With that, you release the grip on his balls, rolling them in your palm as the hand on his cock moves it way up his length, closing over the tip to gently massage it. Crosshair moans softly and his fingers wind around your hair as your lips close around him, slowly easing him in. Your hand slides up his shaft, joining your mouth as you move your head to and fro, sucking tenaciously. He can't tear his eyes away from you as more of his cock disappears, chills running down his spine as you moan deeply around him. Cautiously, he starts to thrust into your mouth, curious to see how much of him you can take.

You accommodate him easily at first, your hand controlling the depth of his progress, but he soon starts to push in more aggressively. Tears prick the corner of your eyes unbidden as he moves in too deeply, triggering your gag reflex. You pull back, salivating wildly all over the head of his cock and for a split second, you catch just a hint of smug satisfaction on his face. Squeezing his balls roughly in retaliation, he lets out a hiss as your hand picks up the extra wetness and grips around him tightly, stroking him hard. Crosshair's thighs tense up, his arousal mounting exponentially as he starts bucking his hips toward you, wishing it was your pussy he was fucking instead of your hand.

“That's the way, baby,” you croon gently. “Such a good, obedient boy, wanting to come hard all over his cyaré's face...”

Crosshair moans heatedly at your words, especially the Mando'a term of endearment. He pumps his cock through your skilled hand, groaning deeply as his tip pushes through the tight ring of your fingers. Visions of having you all to himself and feeling how tight your pussy is for him race through his mind, and it's not long before his other hand joins yours, grasping his cock as his thrusting intensifies. You slowly ease your hand off him until he's fully in control, stroking himself vigorously as he chases his climax.

Now with both hands free, you turn your attention to his balls, which are already starting to tighten. You take one in each hand, rolling your thumbs over them, massaging lightly as Crosshair's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. As you squeeze his balls again, this time with care, his free hand gravitates to the top of your head to hold you steady. A low groan builds deeply in his chest as he feels himself drawing close to his orgasm, cock swelling firmly in his hand. He closes his eyes and brings his hand up to start quickly stroking the first few inches, moaning your name ardently.

“So close, ner cyaré... Let me come... Please let me come,” he gasps, legs trembling as he forces himself to hold on until you grant him permission.

You shift back a little to give him space and close your eyes. “I release you, Crosshair!”

He deftly strokes his cock a few more times and feels the coil in his pelvic floor unwind, a deep moan pouring out of him as he begins to come. Hot streams of his seed eject all over your forehead, nose, lips and chin, covering your face like a spectral mask. Breathing hard, Crosshair pulls away from you, hastily pulling his blacks up and tucking himself back in. Not forgetting the other half of your directive, he gathers his courage and sets aside feelings of revulsion, leaning forward and taking you by the shoulders.

He's never tasted himself before now, but curiosity and the driving need to satisfy you get the better of him. His hot tongue starts at your lips, licking them clean with a single pass. Hunter chuckles quietly as he watches Crosshair grimace, the salty bitterness an unpleasant surprise. He returns to your chin, then quickly passes over your nose and forehead, lapping up the remnants of his spend. You open your eyes and see he's pulled away from you, a look of serious aversion on his face as he's fighting the urge to spit out his load.

“Have you learned your lesson, Crosshair?” you say with great merriment. “Judging by that sour face, I'd say you have. Am I correct?” He nods, and you get to your feet, wrapping one arm around his slim waist, the other around his shoulders. He looks down at you and you can see his eyes silently beseeching you to hurry. “Feed me, love...I want to know how you taste.”

You open your mouth, tongue resting on your bottom lip as Crosshair lowers his head, opening his mouth when he's within reach. A quiet moan emanates from you as his tongue touches yours, the creamy pool of his seed passing from him to you. Curling your tongue back into your mouth, you swallow all of it as Crosshair closes his eyes and sighs softly. Your hand trails its way up the back of his neck until you're cradling his head, and you moan faintly into his mouth as his lips connect with yours for an amatory kiss.

“Now...I'm satisfied. See, I knew you would bend to my will. All it took was the proper motivation. Well behaved boys will always be rewarded...miscreants will not. It's that simple.” Your fingertip traces its way along the lines of his tattoo, his eyes meeting yours. “Such a good boy you are, Crosshair. My good boy.”

Crosshair's hand passes down your spine until he reaches your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks firmly as he seeks out your mouth for a passionate kiss. You hold onto him tighter as his tongue and yours meet, his hunger for you not yet slaked as he takes your tongue between his teeth and gently nips at it. You groan softly as you start growing wet again, and you can feel Crosshair's cock stir once more. A soft cough behind you interrupts the moment, and you turn to see Hunter looking at you with a gentle smile of approval.

“Oh...right. Game's over, lads. Everybody wins,” you laugh.

“What, no second round, mésh'la?” Wrecker jokes as he stands up and stretches. “I think I'm ready for another go!”

“No way, big man. Not until I've had another shower and a little sleep...you've all worn me out. So if you'll excuse me, I'll –”

You let out a yelp as Crosshair reaches under your legs and picks you up. “Then let's get you cleaned up and in bed, cyaré...as far as we're concerned, the night is still young,” he says devilishly, turning to walk out of the living room with you.

“Crosshair, wait.” He stops as he gets into the main hallway, and you look over his shoulder. “I don't want to sleep alone tonight, boys. Come on.”

*****

As you exit your bathroom still combing out your hair, you see Crosshair and Tech already under the covers of your gargantuan bed, waiting for you to occupy the space between them. The other three are all sitting at the foot of it half undressed, their shirts slung over the back of a nearby chair. You stop and flash all of them a flirtatious grin, and all of them return it with carnal smiles of their own.

“You said there wasn't room for all of us in here, Y/N,” Echo remarks with amusement.

“I was being facetious, Echo. This bed can support half the Hutt family, and then some!”

“Then we are in no danger of having it collapse,” Tech interjects. “Come to bed, cyar'íka...we all very much would like to continue the bonding process with you.”

He holds up the covers for you, and you see that both he and Crosshair are fully naked and partially aroused. You slip between them, Crosshair pressing himself against your side as he nuzzles your neck contentedly. Tech slings his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly. Echo and Wrecker reach for Hunter as they all lie down, settling in the spaces between you and the twins.

Crosshair closes his eyes, laughing quietly. “You owe me 10 credits, Tech. I told you we'd all fit.”

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Yunhoe : Ateez

🌙 staring. Yunho x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots.

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“You didn’t tell me there’d be people at the dorms-” you whisper as the largest member of Ateez pulls you into his bedroom and closes the door behind you.

“It’s just Mingi- and as you saw, he had headphones on- he’s not gonna interrupt us,” Yunho assures you.

“Really? You’re sure of that?” You raise an eye brow at him. “So when he gets a cam room notification, and opens it to see us fucking- Mingi’s going to just … go back to gaming?”

Yunho grins. “I didn’t think of that,” he admits. “But I guess that’s why there’s a lock on my door.”

You shake your head at him- laughing at the situation. “You idols and your relaxed morals around threesomes-”

“I mean, if it’s gonna be with anyone, might as well be Mingi- and hey! I told you, the door’s locked.” Yunho’s eyes drag up and down your figure. “I will admit- your last cam show with those two members of Seventeen was pretty hot, but I want you all to myself now.”

“You do, do you?”

You find yourself grinning as the idol approaches you, hands grabbing your waist to tug you to his chest.

“Uh huh.” His gaze shifts to your lips then back up to your eyes. “We’ve known each other a while- not just us, but you and all of Ateez. I remember the first time Seonghwa and Hongjoong told me you’d sent them a link to your cam show- Hongjoong had been certain he’d be the first of us to get a shot at you. But then you went on cam girl hiatus, and we worked with you on Legendary Kingdom and- I don’t know… I guess I had to have you… but that cam room you did last week definitely pushed me to make a move.”

“Wow Yunho, I didn’t know I’d been on your mind for so long,” you breathe, seeing him in a new light.

“Don’t be humble, gorgeous,” Yunho laughs, gently grabbing your jaw and swiping his thumb across your lower lip, “Everyone knows our little cam baby is a heart breaker.”

“Planning on getting your heart broken, are you?”

He grins, then his thumb moves down so he can grip your neck, causing you to gasp. Yunho leans in, lips brushing by your ear, when he says, “I think I plan on breaking you. But only in ways you’ll love, I promise.”

You groan at how turned on you already are- nodding in his grasp.

Yunho kisses you a moment later, releasing your neck in favour of grabbing your hips, tugging until your body is flush to his own. His tongue invades your mouth, gliding past yours and making you moan louder-

His hands slip down to your ass, and Yunho lifts you off the ground, forcing your legs around his waist. Instead of taking you to the bed, he presses you against the wall, pinning you right where he wants you while his lips move to your neck.

It feels so good to be manhandled like this- your breath knocked out of you, body easily tossed around like a ragdoll-

It feels like giving up control, and if there’s one thing you’ve needed today, it’s to let someone else be in charge.

Yunho’s given you good vibes for as long as you’ve known him, and it feels amazing to be here with him-

With you pinned between his large form and the wall, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, Yunho is able to carry you with one hand, the other goes for your tshirt.

“Off,” Yunho says against your throat, pulling away just long enough to help you tear the fabric from your form and throw it across the room.

“Yunho-” you laugh, enjoying his energy, but remembering the task at hand; “I should start a cam room-”

“Right-” his lips are on your throat again, and he doesn’t seem too intent to stop, but he allows you to manuver yourself to pull your phone from your back pocket. You adjust your grip on Yunho’s broad shoulders, a little wobbly while you begin to look for the right app.

“Yunho-” you groan, laughing again when he rolls his hips, pressing the front of his jeans against your core.

“Is the cam room open?”

“Yeah, in one sec-” you hear Yunho’s own cell ding, signifying a notification for your cam show.

“Phone?” Yunho asks, pulling away from your neck and holding out a hand expectantly.

You don’t even think twice, placing the device in his large palm. He tosses it over his shoulder and it lands on the bed.

“They can wait,” he tells you, lips returning to your own and cutting off any bratty response you’d had bubbling inside of you.

Yunho ruts his hips again, and you moan loudly at the feeling- your panties are already sticking to your core, and if Yunho doesn’t continue stripping you soon, you might just cry-

In fact, if his own shirt doesn’t come off soon you’ll probably cry-

All it takes is balling your hands in the fabric for Yunho to pull away from you and tear it off, revealing his strong torso to your greedy fingers. You immediately begin to trace the muscular lines of his shoulders, and Yunho groans when he kisses you, pressing you tighter against the wall-

“Yunho-” you moan, already used to the feeling of his name on your lips-

“Call me sir, or daddy-” he responds, mouth returning to your neck while you tangle your hands in his dark hair.

“Fuck, never saw you as the kind of guy with a sir kink-” you admit, swallowing thickly.

Although you’ve often had a preference for ‘daddy,’ you’d learned the hard way to only bestow it upon men that you truly want to baby you, and as much as you like Yunho, you’d like to be fucked by him, not treated like his little princess.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Yunho tells you. “How my tongue feels, how big my cock is, how well it’s going to stretch out that tight fucking pussy of yours-”

“Sir-” you groan, panties getting wetter by the second.

“I guess we can start now,” Yunho concedes, pulling you away from the wall to toss you onto his bed next to your phone. “Do you need to check who’s in the room so far?”

“Okay-” you nod, “yeah-”

When you pick up your phone, the camera naturally swings to reveal who you’re with, and you get to watch the chat explode.

Unlike during your last show, nct isn’t at a concert, so the room is full of Seventeen and nct members.

HeyChannie: first you cheat on us with svt and now ateez-

Tigerprince: I thought I was next > : (

KingArthurMin: yeah

KingArthurMin: I thought Hoshi was next

Hannie: kkkkkkkkkkk

Thegentleman: my money was on cheol actually

Gi: O.O uh

Joongie: i thought yunho was at home with you gi

Gi: he is….

Darkhwa: 👀

“Mingi’s in the chat,” you tell Yunho, lifting your hips to allow him to pull your pants off.

“Tell him we say hi,” Yunho responds, tongue swiping out to wet his lower lip as he looks down at you. “And give me the phone.”

You relinquish the device for the second time, blinking up at Yunho as he uses he camera to take a full body shot of you.

“Nice set, baby- do you always wear nice sets when you know you’re going to get fucked?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, trying to hide a smile that threatens to work its way onto your face. You’re enjoying the shift in his tone, the dominant way he’s addressing you.

“Are you going to take your bra off for us? I think I can speak for everyone when I say I’ve been missing your pretty tits all week.”

The way Yunho’s eyes scan your phone make you think he’s reading the chat, and the sound of donation coins indicates that he is most definitely speaking for everyone.

“Damn baby, these guys drop big money just for you to take your bra off,” Yunho says, gaze lifting to watch you. “You’ll be good and remove it, yeah?”

“Of course, sir, if it’s what you and the chat want-” You arch your back, slipping your hands under yourself to undo the clasp.

You take your time with the straps, looking up at Yunho and the camera in an almost bashful manner as you slowly reveal your upper half.

“There you are,” Yunho breathes, reaching a large hand down to cup your breast.

“Am I pretty enough for you today?” you tease, but your words make Yunho’s eyes lift from your breasts to look at you.

“Always,” he assures you quickly. He holds your gaze for a second or two before it returns to your tits, and his thumb brushes by your nipple, making you groan and writhe against the sheets.

“Sir-”

“Yes, baby?” Yunho asks. “Gonna beg for it already?”

“Uh huh, I’m so wet-” You feel your skin flush as Yunho brings the camera down to your panty clad core, and you have no doubt that there’s an arousal spot showing through the thin material.

“You are,” he agrees, free hand reaching down so he can press his thumb to your clit, massaging the wet fabric against your entrance. A small groan escapes you, and Yunho smiles. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir-” you can hardly take your eyes off his muscular torso, and you’re already imagining how big his cock must be- how big it’s going to feel inside of you-

“Can I take these off of you, baby?” Yunho asks, fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please, sir-”

He tears the fabric down your legs, and you’re left completely bare.

“I know I said I wanted to see those pretty tits of yours, but I’ve been thinking about your pussy for a while too, baby. It’s even prettier than your tits.”

His words make a rush of embarrassment flood through you, and you go to close your legs, only to have them forced open.

“Take the compliment,” he tells you, and you laugh a little at the way in which Yunho does praise.

You’re still not fully used to him, but something tells you that by the end of the night, you will be.

“Thank you, sir-” you say, “I’m glad you like my pretty pussy- it’s ready just for you.”

Yunho’s eyes lift from your core and he cocks a brow at you, grinning. “Yeah? What do you want me to do first, baby?”

“You could-” you swallow thickly, skin tingling from the way he’s making you be verbal for him. “You could kiss it a little, I guess-”

Yunho lets out a small laugh, and a moment later, he’s gently smacking the inside of your thigh. The contact is enough to make you yelp, a small sting jittering up leg and going straight to your core. Your pussy is practicly throbbing with interest, and your heart is speeding in your rib cage.

“When did you get so shy?” Yunho teases you. “I guess you’re too used to guys begging to eat you out huh? Haven’t had to ask for it in a while, have you, pretty girl?”

“No-” you admit, mind going back to Mingyu, who had literally dragged your pussy to his mouth, “I haven’t had to ask in a while.”

Another smack to the inside of your thigh has you letting out a high pitched squeal, reaching down to push at Yunho and his broad shoulders.

“That’s for not calling me sir,” he tells you, pointing your phone up at your face to capture your shocked expression.

Yunho’s grinning now, and you realize he’s the kind of guy who’s not truly aware of his own strength- your thigh is stinging slightly from the contact, but you can tell he’d meant it in a more playful way.

“Sorry sir,” you apologize quickly. “I guess- seeing as I havent had to do it in a while, do you want me to beg for your tongue?”

Yunho’s eyes darken, and he nods behind the camera.

The sound of coins is on low volume today, but cam room donations spur you on as you begin to speak. “Please- sir, I’m already so needy- didn’t expect to have my inner thighs slapped, and it felt so good- I need something- I want your cock later, but I know you’re gonna be so big- gonna stretch me out so well- I need your tongue first, please, sir-”

The idol between your legs looks hungrier and hungrier as you beg for him, and finally, he snaps. Yunho tosses your phone onto the bed next to you, grabbing your hips to pull you to his mouth. His hands slip to the backs of your thighs, and he presses your legs up closer to your chest, curling your body in half and making it easier for the tongue that slips into your wet hole-

A moan escapes you as you reach down to thread your fingers in Yunho’s dark curls. You don’t even care that the camroom is left to stare at the ceiling again- the sounds that are tumbling out of you already are enough to let the men watching know that you’re being perfectly eaten out.

“Fuck- sir-” you throw your head back, eyes closing as Yunho sucks his lips around your clit.

Every idol you fuck has their own pace, their own intensity when they’re eating your pussy- every single man that’s gone for your pussy like this has known what they’re doing, each in their own way.

Yunho’s good with his tongue, and he’s definitely not shy about using it. You can feel his tasting your walls, groaning against your core and rubbing his nose to your clit-

Then there’s the way he applies pressure to the back of your thighs, keeping you pretzeled and at his mercy-

You can’t find it in yourself to verbalize praise for Yunho, and something tells you he prefers your moans and whines anyways. The pitchier you are, the harder he goes on you-

It must be obvious that you’re close to cumming, because Yunho’s mouth goes to your clit again and he lets go of one of your legs, a finger sliding into your entrance-

You adjust your thigh over Yunho’s shoulder and he adds a second digit, stretching you out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot-

“Shit- sir- I’m gonna-” you can’t even finish your sentence, inhaling a sharp breath as your first orgasm is torn out of you with shocking precision.

You buck your hips towards his face, clit throbbing at the way he continues to suck on it- but the hand on your lower abdomen pins you to the bed, forcing you back down.

A strangled moan slips out of you and you grab the bedsheets, one last attempt to ground yourself while Yunho’s tongue and fingers guide you to cloud nine.

“So good-” you whimper, on the verge of tears already, “so so good, sir- oh my god-”

You can feel him smile against your pussy, and a moment later he’s letting up on your clit, fingers pumping into you slowly while he looks up at you. “Almost ready for me to fuck you, baby?”

“Uh huh-” you swallow thickly, “yes, please, sir.”

“How are your legs feeling?” Yunho asks, turning his head to press a kiss against your inner thigh.

“Good… why?”

“Cuz you’re gonna be riding me.”

“I am?” You blink at him, watching him pull away from between your legs to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Of course,” Yunho grins, taking out a small light ring and tripod that every idol you fuck just seems to have on hand- “it’s another thing you inspired me with during your last show.”

Your leg muscles are burning just thinking about it.

“I thought you said you were going to break me- how can you break me if I’m on top?”

“You’re cute, baby,” Yunho shakes his head at you while setting your phone in place. “When you get close, I’ll flip you onto your back and take over- Mingyu did the best he could under you while you sucked his friend off- but… I think I could do better- since it’s just the two of us.”

The man who you’d once thought of as the boy next door type comes to join you on the bed, sitting propped up against the headboard.

You take a moment to appreciate his physique before getting onto your knees and crawling towards him, reaching out a hand to help him with his belt and pants.

“You gonna be good and suck me off too, baby?” Yunho cocks a brow at you.

“Yes, sir,” you nod, licking your lips, “something tells me you’re really big- and I’m not usually a fan of lube so-”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” Yunho tilts his head to the side while assessing you, “you’re usually wet enough, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Usually wet enough for guys with normal dicks, but like I said, sir,” you trail your finger over the bulge in his denim pants, “I suspect you’re big.”

“Open your present and find out,” he shrugs, almost nonchalantly, and it only makes you even more eager to get your mouth around his cock.

You’re aware of the way your phone is set up, at the foot of the bed, and you can imagine that the camroom has a great view of your ass and pussy as you lean over Yunho’s crotch. You arch your back, shaking your bum just enough to tease anyone watching.

Yunho lets out a small laugh at your behaviour, lifting his hips to allow you to pull his pants and briefs down in one rough tug. His hard cock slaps up against his lower abdomen- it’s as big and pretty as the rest of him.

“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to fit this anywhere, sir, least of all my mouth-” you tell him, wrapping your hand around the base of his length.

“You’ll do alright,” he assures you, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. “Don’t have to suck it for long- besides, I can already see you drooling, baby.”

You are- it would be hard not to salivate at the sight of Yunho’s dick-

“Come on, my pretty little cock whore cam baby,” the idol encourages you, “it’s not gonna suck itself.”

With a small shake of your head, you lick a stripe from base to tip, and Yunho shivers beneath you as your tongue glides over the head of his cock. He’s sensitive there, and you don’t mind focusing your attention on his pretty mushroom tip- for a short while at least.

Yunho lets out a groan, large hand gently applying pressure to the back of your head, urging you to take more of him-

No matter how many dicks you suck in your life, you don’t think you’ll ever truly be used to having your mouth full in this way-

But you do your best, closing your eyes and breathing through your nose while you work Yunho over with your tongue.

“You are good at this-” Yunho tells you, voice breathy, “I don’t know why I thought the other guys might be exaggerating- but they’re really not.”

This makes you even more eager to show Yunho all you can do with your mouth, and you suck on him even harder, hollowing out your cheeks-

Yunho gasps, grip tightening in your hair, pulling you off of him. “That’s enough of that,” he tells you, assessing your puffy lips and the trail of saliva still connecting you to his cock. “Gonna ride me now, right, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, “yes, sir, gonna ride you so well-”

You go to latch onto his shoulders and Yunho’s hands find your hips, lifting you into position- he allows you to be the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock and adjusting it so you can slowly sink down-

“Fuck- sir, you’re so big-” you whimper, bouncing a little so you can take him easier.

“Told you I was going to stretch out this tight little pussy, didn’t I, baby?” Yunho’s head is dipped, his gaze focused on the way you’re still trying to sit completely on his cock-

One of his hands reaches up to grasp your breast, massaging you and tweaking your nipple with his thumb.

“Come on, baby, you can take it-” he encourages you, biting his lip between his teeth while his eyes scan your body. “You’re our little cam baby, right?”

“Yes-”

“So that means you can take anything,” Yunho says, leaning in so his breath can fan across your chest. “Take it, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “take my cock.”

“I’m trying- you’re so-” you groan in frustration, bobbing on his cock to take the last two inches- “fuck- so deep- sir-” you dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Just wait till I start fucking you, baby, that’s gonna be deep.” His hand slides down from your hip to grab at your ass. “Come on, ride it.”

You adjust your anchor on his shoulders, thighs already shaking as you lift your body only to sink back down on his cock. The gentle sound of skin slapping skin is something you do your best to focus on as you find a slow rhythm.

You’re nearly lost in the feeling of Yunho, of being split open on him with each movement-

But it feels so good- has anything ever felt this good?

Then the man beneath you is leaning in, wrapping his lips around your nipple- your hands go to his hair, threading through the dark locks as more moans slip out of you.

As you bounce up and down on him, rhythm increasing with help from the two large hands on your hips, you almost forget that you’re doing a cam show.

Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots.

The idol’s teeth drag over your nipple, and then he’s pulling away from your chest to look up at you, cheeks a pretty pinkish colour. “You’re perfect,” Yunho tells you, voice low enough that the camera won’t hear him.

“Thank you, sir-”

“Enough with sir,” he cuts you off, planting one hand on the bed so he can roll his hips up to meet yours, “it’s Yunho now, call me Yunho, I want everyone to know who’s fucking you like this.”

“Fuck, Yunho-” you whine loudly, tugging gently on his curls to pull his lips to yours.

It’s an eager kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth- your nails drag by his strong shoulders, and he stifles your moans of pleasure as he continues to fuck up into you.

“You close?” he asks, gently biting at your lower lip.

“Uh huh-”

“Your thighs are shaking, baby- should I take over?”

“Please-”

Yunho’s abdominal muscles tense as he sits up fully, and two hands brace under your ass- in a quick motion, you’re thrown onto your back at the foot of the bed, head nearly lolling off the side of the mattress-

“There we go,” Yunho says as he slots between your thighs in missionary position, his mouth coming close to your ear when he whispers, “now all your other boy toys can watch you get properly fucked.”

The camera is in the perfect spot, and when Yunho’s large hand wraps around your throat, he forces you to hang your head off the side of the bed, your back arching-

Your camroom will have a great view of you and your tits bouncing as Yunho takes lead, thrusting into you at an angle that has his cock practically rearanging your insides-

“Fuck- Yunho-” you gasp, hardly able to speak with the pressure still on your throat from his hand, “so deep-”

“Your close, right, baby?” He gently bites at your earlobe. “Why don’t you rub that pretty clit for me and cum?”

“What about you?” you ask, hand already slipping between your bodies to seak out your sensitive nub.

“I’m not done with you just yet-” Yunho chuckles, releasing your throat in favour of pressing kisses along your neck. “Just trust me- and be a good little cam baby who cums all over big dick.”

“I can do that-” you nod, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your tight hole-

“Squeezing me so good, baby,” Yunho groans against your throat, fucking into you even harder.

“Don’t stop-” you whine, hands smoothing over his strong shoulders, nails teasing skin.

“I’ve got you,” Yunho promises, pace unfaltering.

“Fuck, Yunho-” each slap of his hips against yours has you closer and closer-

“That’s it, come on-” he cups your face, thumb gliding past your lips-

It’s the perfect thing to suck on, the perfect thing to be the cherry on top that throws you over the edge.

You gasp around his digit, pussy clamping down on his cock while your own fingers rub at your clit, sending jitters of electric pleasure energy coursing through your entire body.

“There you go-” Yunho groans in your ear, fucking you through your orgasm.

He’s so big, pinning you down to the bed as easily as ever-

All you can do is claw at his back and wrap your legs tighter around his waist while he helps you ride it out-

You wish he was cumming with you, your body already tired from two orgasms, but you suppose a guy with a big dick like Yunho might need a little longer to get there-

The sounds he’s making in your ear tell you he’s close too, and you find yourself threading your fingers through his hair again. “Yunho-” you moan, “want you to cum too-”

“You done baby?”

“Yes- but I want you to cum-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Yunho’s pulling out of you and manhandling you again. This time, you find yourself on all fours, ass up-

You think he’s going to fuck you doggy, but then he pulls you onto your knees, pinning you to his chest with an arm like a safety bar across your front, large hand cupping your breast.

“Here-” Yunho fumbles with something in the back pocket of the jeans that are still haphazardly pushed down his legs. He hands you his phone. “Open your camroom and read some comments.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he insists, kissing your neck and gently nipping at your skin. His thrusts, however, are anything but gentle, as he begins rutting into you from behind. “Read.”

Joongie: this guy is crazy

Darkhwa: you say that as if it’s not OUR yunho

Joongie: that’s not our yunho

Gi: yeah he’s sir

Mountain: you’ve called him that a lot, huh gi?

Wooyoungthug: kkkkkkkkkkk

Gi: shut up san

Wooyoungthug: nice comeback

“It’s-” you begin to try to talk, but cut yourself off with a moan- Yunho feels so good like this- “it’s mostly your own members-”

“Yeah?” Yunho’s breath fans over the nape of your neck, and you feel him over your shoulder.

“San, Wooyoung and Gi are fighting-”

“Of course they are,” the man behind you sighs.

“Now Gi’s asking to come join-”

Yunho’s response is a quick “No,” and he tightens his grip on you. He brings his lips to your ear again, speaking low so only you can hear; “What about your beloved Seventeen and NCT? They’re not in the room?”

“They are-” you swallow thickly, scanning the comments.

Doie has donated $300

Tigerprince has donated $100

Doie: come on hoshi. Pay up

PuppyBoyWoo: yeah hoshi pay up

PuppyBoyWoo has donated $300

Tigerprince: settle down PUPPY

Tigerprince: rawr

Tigerprince has donated $200

“They’re bickering- as usual,” you say.

“No steady dom in the room to tell them to behave?” Yunho grins against your throat, one hand moving so his fingers can rub your clit-

“Fuck- Doie-” your breath catches, “Doyoung’s trying to keep things in line-”

“He’s not the dom I was thinking of,” the man behind you scoffs. He’s quiet when he speaks, another line meant for your ears only; “Joong and Hwa said you have a thing for Johnny keeping the peace- isn’t your favourite dom in chat?”

“I-” your heart flutters as you realize NiceGuyJohnny isn’t a name you’ve seen so far-

NiceGuyJohnny has donated $1000

“He’s in the room,” you confirm, shocked when something like relief floods over you.

“And you just love that, don’t you, baby?” Yunho whispers in your ear, chuckling. “Your pussy’s squeezing me so good now- tell me, is it from my fingers on your clit?” he rubs you harder, “or from John.”

“It’s from you-” you tell him, closing your eyes and leaning back against his shoulder. “Please- Yunho- I just wanna cum-”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh- so badly,” you whimper.

“Fine.” The arm that’s been braced across your chest is suddenly gone, and Yunho pushes you down into doggy again, his phone discarded on the mattress next to your hand. “I guess if you beg for it- we can cum.”

“Oh my god, yes!” you moan at the new position, his cock sliding into you incredibly deep- “please, please, please-”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Yunho’s fingers dig into your hips as he fucks you stupid.

“Please make me cum, please-” you’re so close- reaching a hand between your thighs to rub your clit- “Cum with me- want it so bad-”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, “almost there, baby, almost there.”

You’re not sure how Yunho has the energy to do it, but he picks up his pace, and you claw at the sheets with one hand, your sounds getting even louder as you hold off your orgasm for the perfect moment-

“That’s it- feels so fucking good, baby-” his thrusts falter momentarily- “cum with me- fuck, cum with me, princess-”

You’re his perfect little cam baby cock whore princess, and you do exactly as he said, exploding for the third time since arriving in Yunho’s room.

It’s all consuming, the type of orgasm that makes you burry your head in the sheets and want to scream, your toes curling as sensitivity courses through you-

Yunho’s groaning behind you, rutting deep into your core even as you’re both overwhelmed with your orgasms-

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts-

“Fuck- Yunho-”

His pace starts to slow, and you hear him let out something between a moan and a sigh. He’s still burried in your pussy, but he lets go of you, and for a moment you both simply catch your breath.

“You okay?” Yunho asks, hands returning to smooth up and down your back, a finger tracing your spine.

“Uh huh,” you swallow thickly, still not ready to speak.

“Need a minute?��

“Uh huh.”

You both laugh a little, and you listen while Yunho takes another deep breath.

“Cam’s still on, so don’t say anything you don’t want them to hear,” he tells you.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like… you know, how much you love me and my massive dick-”

“Oh my god-” you groan, shaking your head and grinning. “I think maybe you should be careful- if you’re any more sweet to me, people will know I have you pussy whipped.”

“Pussy whipped?” Yunho laughs in shock, and he squeezes your ass cheek roughly. “You sure about that?”

“Don’t forget that before we turned the cam on, you admitted that-”

“Woah,” suddenly you’re being pulled up to your knees, back to his chest with his hand around your throat, “no need to spill any secrets, baby.”

You simply smile, voice teasing when you say “Sorry, sir.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to turn your phone off.” With one last sigh, Yunho pulls out of your core, and you whine at the loss, reaching down to cup your pussy so none of his cum can drip onto his bed.

With your other hand, you grab at your phone, pulling it out of the tripod and saying goodbye to whoever is still in the room. You’ve got bigger things to deal with now- like how to get to the Ateez dorm bathroom without running into Gi.

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Day 19 : Double Penetration : YunGi

「Title」 : Three Is Better

「Word count」 : 2.0k

-> Genre: Smut, College Au

Paring: (Mingi & Yunho) Boyfriend's YunGi x Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Hickeys. Big dick Yunho and Mingi. Light-hearted sex. Poly relationship. Swearing. Pet names. Praise from Yunho. Mingi is a moaning mess. Multiple orgasms. Protected anal sex. Unprotected sex (Mingi didn't wrap it. Woops) Let me know If I missed anything

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"Please, please. Please." You sounded like a broken record. One that had been broken by none other than the infamous bad boy Mingi and his best friend, Yunho. You were the good girl in school. You weren't popular by all means, but you weren't an outcast either. You had friends, and you did what every normal college student would do. You lived a normal life.... well, that was until Mingi, the deep-voiced boy from your musical art class, started to take interest in you.

Everyone wanted him and his friends. They were the idols of the school. But none of them were interested in relationships or flings or even hookups. Girls would lie, saying they'd been with them, but in truth, the boys were untouchable, and that made them even more desirable. Heck, they didn't even like human interaction with anyone other than their friend group. But yet when Mingi saw you, he knew he wanted you. And so did Yunho.

It became a game of cat and mouse. But in this case, it was two very large cats cornering one scared little mouse. You wanted it, though. As much as you fought it at first. You wanted the pleasure you knew they would provide. But part of you wanted to keep your dignity, not wanted to be plastered as a whore in the school. But Mingi and Yunho's reassured you that no one would come to know your dirty secret. And yet, no one would even believe it anyway if it were to get out.

So here you stand, with two large bodies holding you close in between them. Mingi's fingers were paced fast as you high came ripping closer and closer. Yunho's tongue lapped the bright purple marks on your soft skin, the ones he created so he could show others you were taken without anyone knowing who exactly gave them to you. They were both possessive over you. Learning more and more things about you and your body every time they had you in these situations.

"Mingi I..I.." You gripped his biceps, nails digging into his flesh as you could feel your orgasm approaching. Mingi just chuckled, going faster while Yunho snaked his hand from behind you to place a finger on your clit, circling it quickly in time with Mingi's thrusts.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." you swore, knees buckling, you fall into Yunho's arms, making him keep you up while they continue. Your orgasm comes quickly, Mingi letting out a chuckle at his work. You were so fucked out already and they hadn't even started yet. Yunho swopped you up, laying you on his bed while Mingi takes this time to undress, finally making you not the only one naked in the room. Yunho kisses your forehead whispering how good you were, making your heart jump at his words.

“Yunnie.” You shakily place a hand on his cheek, bringing him close so you could kiss him on the lips passionately. Yun’s hands snaked down your body, gripping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You moan into his mouth making him smile. The noises you made were always music to his ears.

“So Me or Yun first, baby? Since we chose last time.” Mingi rubbed your ankles as he stood by the end of the bed. You sat up, looking at your lover. A hard gulp ran down your throat as your tried to prepare yourself to answer him. You recently found you wanted to try a new thing but became unsure how to ask. No better time than the present, right?

“I…I want both of you..” You glance over to Yunho, “At the same time.” Mingi and Yunho could feel their dicks twitch at the idea. don’t get them wrong, they both fantasised about taking you at the same time but they didn’t want to scare you away with the act. But hearing the thought roll off your tongue, god it made them go feral. Yunho jumped up, ripping his shirt off while he jogged over to his dresser.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Mingi shouted with a huge smile. You tilted your head in confusion as you watch Yunho strip down while he hold his fist out.

“Deal.” Yunho smirks, throwing the lube on the bed next to you before also placing his fist out. They swung, Mingi getting scissors, and Yunho getting rock.

“Fuck!” Mingi swears with a whimpering tone. Yunho laughs smugly walking over to you with pride. He lets his hand out for you to take, so he could pull you up off the bed so you can stand on your wobbly legs. Did they really just play rock, paper, scissors for who fucks you in which hol-

“Oh god….” your cheeks run a blush in a similar shade to Mingis pink hair. Yunho twirls you so you face Mingi and he could stand behind you. He kisses your neck from behind, rubbing your ass slightly before letting his hand land a smack on your soft skin.

“Next time Min. But right now, this ass is mine.” Yunho chuckles to himself.

He lathers himself up with lube and then coats his fingers again. With one finger he begins prodding at your ass before slipping it in slowly. It’s a foreign feeling and it has you squirming under his touch. He murmurs something in your ear you can’t quite make out but it’s all a blur anyways when he begins sucking at your neck. He adds another finger and he has to hold you in place. It’s almost painful but the lube is a blessing.

Mingi is suddenly in your sight, grabbing your chin to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see your face.”

Mingi cups your core, chuckling slightly at how wet you still were... He’s able to slip two fingers in easily and the noise that comes from your lips is something that you wouldn’t imagine. They go at two different paces and you can’t think. You forget that you’re meant to be looking at Mingi and you focus on him. Yunho has to hold you up as your knees keep wanting to give way. You have never felt this much before in your life.

“I...I feel weird..” The tingle in your gut was growing differently than any other orgasms you’ve ever experienced before. You lent more into Yunhos body, while Mingi got down on his knees so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. His tongue licks a long strip, making you gasp out, gripping his short hair. His fingers got faster while Yunho stayed at the same pace, making your brain shortcircuit. Before you could tell what was going on, you were cumming all over mingi’s face.

“Fuck our baby just squirted,” Mingi said in amusement while Yunho chuckled against your ear, making you blush even more than you were prior. They both pulled out making you whine. You left dizzy, unable to register what was happening. All you could do was watch Mingi disappear for a second before reappearing with a towel, wiping his face clean with a smug smile plastered to it. You could hear the sound of a wrapper being opened behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Yunho rolling a condom on his thick length. He had a sweet smile but you knew this man had a dark side. He was going to enjoy ruining you.

“Okay, Min, lay back and let our baby ride you.” Mingi does what Yunho asks, laying down on the bed so you can straddle his hips. You guide his cock to your entrance and sink down on him, watching his face contort as you squeeze his length. He fills you perfectly, hitting spots inside you that make you see stars. Fuck, you swear every time you feel his cock it gets bigger. From behind, you suddenly feel Yunho’s fingers, slick from the lube, slide against your ass like he had done before. You shiver at the feeling but welcome it, angling your hips so he has better access.

“You feel so perfect squeezing me,” Mingi moans from below you, hands reaching out to grope your breasts in order to distract you from the discomfort you might feel soon enough.

“Isn’t she tight, Min. Always so good for us ?” Yunho grins, pressing a finger into your ass. You hold your breath at the feeling, but Minigi just whispers calming words to you. You relax into them as Yun slowly moves his finger. One finger becomes two, and you ride Mingi a bit harder as you warm up to the feeling. He grips your hips and guides you on his large cock, working the pleasure from you.

“Please, Yuyu, please,” you beg, leaning back up against his chest. He kisses your neck and smiles at your neediness.

“You ready for me, Darling?” he teases, thrusting his fingers at a quicker pace.

“Fuck yes, Yunho, I need you so bad.” Yun pulls you into a bruising kiss as he removes his fingers and replaces them with the tip of his cock.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Now be a good girl and take a deep breath.” Yunho keeps kissing you as he presses his cock further and further inside of you. Mingi helps you relax, but you can tell it’s difficult for him too. His strokes are getting messy as you get tighter around him. His release to coming quicker than he expected. Only a thin wall now separates Yunho and Mingi’s cocks, and that just turns them on even more. It turns you on even more.

They pump into you simultaneously, finding the perfect rhythm that makes your heart stutter. You’re at mercy to them, putty in their hands while their thrusts become different pacing, making it near hard to breathe. All you can do is moan and beg, your brain becoming jelly the harder they fuck you. With their stamina, they seem to last so much longer than other men. It was like they were some type of super soldiers They bring you to orgasm after orgasm, pleasing you seems to be their only goal.

“I’m gonna come,” Mingi whimpers from below you, fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. “Please, I’m gonna come.” Yunho leans over to bite your shoulder, pumping into your ass with deeper strokes than ever.

“You gonna cum Doll? You want Min to cum inside you?” Yunho’s fingers wrap around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Oh my god, Mingi, please give it to me. Please come inside me,” you moan through your strong high, gripping onto Yun’s arm. Mingi comes on a long, drawn-out moan, sending Yunho over the edge right after. He thrusts into you a few more times before he becomes too sensitive, then they’re both pulling out.

The three of you fall into a heap on the bed, panting and sweating for a moment. Yunho kisses you deeply before shifting to give Mingi the same treatment. Yunho gets up to grab a washcloth while Mingi holds you tightly, pampering your face with sweet kisses. They take care of you sweetly. Ensuring not to irritate your sensitive skin, Yunho cleans you up, and together you and Mingi care for Yunho. Once you are all done, you flop on the bed with Yunho on his back and you half on top of him. Mingi cuddles up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist while nuzzling his face into your shoulder. it was silent for a moment, the only things that could be heard were your bumping hearts and breathing that finally began to slow down. It was peaceful until Mingi opened his big, smug mouth.

“Ready for round two?”

You have never wanted to slap him so much as right now.

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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LIKE A CHAMP || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf!Wooyoung x Bf!San x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.6 K

Tags/warnings: Threesome, Poly!relationship, m x m, mentions of fighting/boxing, Boxer!San, Trainer Bf!Wooyoung, Gf!Reader, unprotected sex, dirty language, sub!San, Dom!Woo, Switch!reader, use of champagne on body, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, use of kitten/pet/slut, big cock! Wooyoung

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"I can't believe you've won the Championship, Sanie!" you cheered as you hugged him tightly.

San was seated on a bench in his dressing room, very sweaty after the long battle. It was close call but he manager to knock his opponent out and win the National Championship he had fought so hard for, literally.

"I am so, so proud!"

You pressed a big kiss on his wounded lips. He smiled and embraced you in his strong arms. "Thank you baby. Shall we go home after I take a shower? I don't feel like going to the party, I'd rather go home and celebrate with you."

You smiled and pulled away from him, gesturing him to go to the shower. Wooyoung walked into the room with a big smile covering his face. You both stood there, crossing your arms. San got undressed, hanging his clothes on a hook as the two of you couldn't help but stare at the man's muscly ass.

"He's so yummy, isn't he?" Wooyoung sighed. "Well, he just said he wants to go home with us, so I think we're about to find out," you grinned and winked.

''Bring out the champagne Youngie!'' San cheered as he did a little dance, celebrating his victory. Wooyoung grinned and grabbed the bottle of champagne from the fridge as you prepared three glasses.

''Glasses? We're not that fancy,'' Wooyoung smirked as he popped the bottle, nearly making a mess on the carpet. ''Jung Wooyoung that carpet is new!'' you laughed. ''Hey, I didn't get any of it on there.''

Wooyoung passed the bottle to your other boyfriend, who got the honor of the first chug. ''It's so nasty it's kinda good,'' he grinned. Of course he immediately passed the bottle back to the younger guy, as San doesn't drink much.

He started chugging at the bottle as you pulled San close, wrapping your arms around him. You kissed him passionately, surprising him. Soon enough you felt his velvety lips move against yours.

Wooyoung felt left out soon enough, handing you the champagne bottle and replacing your lips on San's with his own.

"Congratulations, baby," he said, smirking against his lips. San moaned softly into the kiss when he felt Wooyoung grab a handful of his ass.

San might look like he is the baddest person, fights like he is, but when it comes to you and Wooyoung he drops to his knees like a needy bitch.

And so he did, breaking off the kiss and dropping to his knees, at eyelevel with Wooyoungs hardened clothed dick.

"You won today sweetie, you're supposed to be rewarded," Wooyoung smiled, patting his kitten's head.

"Having your cock in my mouth is one of the best rewards in the world... Please take it out, please let me have your cock in my mouth," San begged

Wooyoung smirked as he let San take off his cargo pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear under it, cock springing free and standing proudly against his stomach.

San licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his boyfriends' cock, earning a low groan from him.

You stood beside him, pressing your lips on Wooyoung's. It turned into a heated make-out sesh quickly as San started to bob his head up and down Wooyoung's length.

Your tongues played their little game together as Wooyoungs hand slipped under your skirt, rubbing over your clothed, wet core.

He stroked San's hair with his other hand, letting him know he is being a good boy for him.

San bobbed his head up and down quickly as Wooyoung slid your panties to the side and slid his fingers through your damp folds.

You broke off the kiss and stripped yourself bare, placing your leg on top of the armrest of the couch so Wooyoung could touch you properly.

San moaned around Wooyoung's length, palming himself through his shorts. Wooyoung entered your cunt with his middlefinger, slowly pumping it in and out.

"Please, God, more, more," you moaned out. "You're not the one who won a championship, honey, you should earn it. San gets to do what he wants."

You whined and dropped to your knees, next to San who has been undressing as far as he could without detaching from the cock in his mouth. Lowering yourself, you brought your mouth to Wooyoung's heavy balls, licking them, not scaring about any sweat.

"My precious...fuck, that feels so good," he moaned out. San stripped himself bare and licked fat stripes from the base to the tip. Spit dripped from his lips down onto his chest, moistening his skin.

You took Wooyoung's balls in your mouth and sucked on them as San took his cock back in his mouth. "Like a fucking champ baby, yeah, suck that cock!"

San sucked the younger man's cock until he painted his throat white with cum, letting out a low groan. "Such good pets... come on let me reward you two."

The three of you moved to the bedroom, crashing on the large bed. Wooyoung guided you to sit against the pillows as he gestured San to eat your pussy.

You spread your legs wide for him, displaying your achingly hot and wet core. San licked his lips and dove right between your legs. He pushed his tongue into your hole, fucking it in and out as he slurped up all your juices.

San's nose brushed against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out, grabbing his hair and grinding down on his face. "Yes, Sanie, yes just like that!"

"You're doing so well for her aren't you? Eating that delicious pussy? Such a good boy," Wooyoung cooed as he placed kisses over his back and shoulders.

You felt like you were gonna levitate, breath picking up and moans getting louder with every sensation San's tongue gave you.

"San, San, Oh God, San! SAN!"

You screamed out his name when you came on his tongue. Wooyoung smirked and pulled San away from your cunt, looking at your juices spilling from your hole. "My precious pets..."

Wooyoung lifted San's chin up, who looked at him with hopeful eyes. "What is it, kitten?" "I want to cum too," San said. His eyes were so pleading, Wooyoung couldn't help but melt and give in.

"Of course, my kitten, you're not receiving anything but pleasure tonight."

Wooyoung laid San on his back and spread his legs. You were quick to position yourself on his side, hand on his cock.

Wooyoung dipped down between his thighs, kissing them and spreading his asscheeks. "You did so well today, you deserve your ass eaten don't you my little prince?"

"Yes, yes, please, want your tongue inside me," San whined out. Wooyoung smirked and wasted no time to dive his tongue into San.

You took ahold of his cock and pumped it up and down. San whined loudly as his sensitive parts were stimulated. "You like that baby? Like daddy's tongue inside you?" You smirked.

You liked to play with San too. You didn't care if Wooyoung thought he was the leader between the three of you, San was needy for you too, loving it when you talked dirty to him.

"Y-Yes, I love it!"

"Yeah? Do you wanna get fucked? Like a little slut? What would your fans say... and the crowd... knowing you're being ruined and dicked down in the bedroom..."

San could barely get out any proper words and only replied with messy moans. "Please! C-cock, please, your cock!" San moaned, begging Wooyoung.

You let go of San's cock as Wooyoung prepped himself up on his knees, aligning his thick cock with San's ass.

"Get on his cock, slut," Wooyoung ordered you, "make yourself useful." You gasped as he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you down.

"Y-yes, fuck," you obeyed quickly, sinking down on San's cock as you faced Wooyoung, who pushed his cock into San's tight hole.

"Ah!" He moaned out when Wooyoung started moving quickly. You pushed your lips against your lover, tasting San on your tongue.

San whined as Wooyoung fucked him at a steady pace, starting to buck his hips up into you. "Please! Fuck, harder, harder!" San begged.

Wooyoung broke off the kiss and pounded into his boyfriend harder. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

The younger smirked and fucked San like he never has before. You rode him quickly, bouncing up and down San's length. You were sure San wouldn't last very long, the stimulation being too much for him.

"Gonna cum aren't you kitten? Are you gonna fill up Y/N? Gonna scream for us? Gonna cum?" Wooyoung panted as he bit into your shoulder, making you moan and clench your pussy walls.

San whined out and held onto your hips thightly. "Yes, I'm fucking cumming!" He moaned out loud, releasing his seeds inside you. This send you over the edge, body spasming and cumming on San's cock.

You rode out your high and laid next to him, watching your boyfriends as Wooyoung chased his high.

"Fuck, you're taking it like such a champ baby I am so fucking proud of you, fucking love you, g-gonna- ah, yes, ah, ah!" Wooyoung's hips stilled as he came inside San with a loud moan. He pulled out and watched the cum leak out of San's fucked out hole. He kissed him with a smirk and laid next to you two.

The three of you panted loudly, laying in each others arms. "I'm proud of my champ," Wooyoung said, kissing San's head.

"Taking both men and women like a champ, it's true," San winked.

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #wooyoung #oneshot #woosan #woosan x reader

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Do-Over-December 20th. Role Reversal. "On The Other Side Of The Knife." Billy Loomis X FEM! AFAB! Reader. "

Now this is a real special one, topping a slasher is always so fucking fun! I need to write it more often, honestly, especially when it comes to Billy Loomis. He is such a slut and I love making him eat it so this is that. Enjoy as we come up on the last stretch of Kinky December.

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Rating, Explicit. Length. 2.1K. (Old Length. 2K.) Warnings. Praise. Role Play. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rope Play. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Hair Pulling. Mentions Of Poly!Ghostface. Voyeurism. Restrained Billy. Submissive Billy. Dom Reader. Face Sitting. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Lingerie.

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It had started off as a joke. Isn’t that how most of these discoveries go?

It’s all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered.

Still, when it happens to Billy, it is a shock for the both of you. But we are a little ahead of ourselves here.

It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was such a treat. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu just as much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection.

But this wasn’t about the to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went very well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased, taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody in addition to his cum slowly leaking out of you.

While on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that they left in your skin. He was rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately, “You did so good tonight.”

He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your thigh as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded, “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,“Oof what high praise, baby.”

His hand ran up your leg, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out, “I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”

You smirked up at him and, feeling bold, you decided to challenge him, “Oh, should I now?”

“Mmm.” He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest, and you got a very interesting idea.

You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck, and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily, and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop.

The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife.

“Oh? I think he likes it.” You taunt, you hear him swallow audibly before he responds, “What? Me?”

He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his, but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off, or the slight flush on his face.

You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed thickly again, his tongue darts out to wet his lips nervously, and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

Fuck.

Yep, no doubt about it. He liked it. He couldn’t hide it from you.

You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it.

He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out, being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control, but he trusted you, and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean, really, who could blame him for being curious.

A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed, and besides, you wanted to do this to him on your own.

It was just so fucking good.

The fact he was being this open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on its own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals, and you felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in.

It started as any good role play like this should, with a phone call.

He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor.

You slipped inside easily.

See, part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time, and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. Not only that, but you had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.

“Where the fuck are you?!” He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly, and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?

You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on with the other, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped, and you were on him in a second, he was sprawled on his back, and you were on top of him, seated on his chest. Your thighs are on either side of him, pinning his arms down with your knees, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down, and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered, “Gotcha.”

You sat up, and took him in, hair dishevelled, expression a fantastic mix of scared and nervous, lightly tinged with arousal.

He looked you over. My God, the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything… Yet.

“Now that I have you-” Dragging the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,“-what to do with you?”

His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched, and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly, in a similar tone that he would use on you.

“Look at me.” He hesitated, and you tugged again, “I said-” You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,“Look. At. Me.”

He did, eyes snapping up to you, and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair, and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made between your thighs pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful.

You wanted so much more of this. “Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”

You taunted him, doing your best to play the part, and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.

“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.” He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips, and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more, but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief, and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage.

You let go of him, and he fucking whimpered, head falling back against the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. Instead, you tsk’d and said,“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”

You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force, and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,“-but I’ll tell you what.”

You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher, “You be a good victim for me, and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist, he could now see what you had on underneath, and it wasn’t much. Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight.

One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind, so combining that previous well-worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind-blowing. “I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”

He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, the hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side.

“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.” A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core. You started to touch yourself in front of him, gloved fingers rubbed your clit in soft circles, you arch into your own touch, fingers slide down through your folds and back up again, you could hear how wet you are.

You spoke again, “How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”

Your hand fell away, and you lowered yourself down onto his mouth, and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. With your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your cunt, a grind as your other hand came back, the tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal.

“Now be a good boy and get to work.”

#Billy Loomis x reader #Ghostface x reader #Slasher x reader #Do Over December #BHF writing

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madschiavelique · 2 months

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Hello! May I request a drabble or headcanons for a poly romance with Astarion x Fem!Reader x Shadowheart? Perhaps taking place post-game or late Act 3? I’d love to see them trying to navigate their new lives together. It can be fluff or hurt/comfort, whatever fits best to you. Thank you! :)

hey there sweet anon !! okay so it wasn’t specified if Astarion was ascended in this or not so i’ll go the route where he is not ascended !

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ pairing : astarion x fem!reader x shadowheart

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : some hurt/comfort, mostly fluff (i am so soft for them), fem!reader (although i think it could be read as a gn!reader), no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 1.5k + bonus 400 words (around 1,9k)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

Shadowheart, depending on if her parents are still alive or not by the end of Act 3, would definitely want to visit them more with you and Astarion by her side. Not only because she wants them to meet you both, but definitely because she is frightened.

Frightened ? yes, because she has lost so many of her memories, and she fears that she might never recover them no matter how hard she tries. Yet somehow, you and astarion being by her side reminds her that the best memories are the ones to come, the one she will create with the both of you.

As for Astarion, he has never been much out of Baldur’s Gate during his life, being tied to Cazador and trying to escape wouldn’t have made it possible for him to get his freedom in any case.

He had tried to escape, failed several attempts, and never managed to let his mind fully take in that he could taste freedom someday. He has probably dreamed about it though, this need for liberty, for a change of scenery, which he got from travelling all this time with you and defeating his master.

So one word would reunite you three on the matter : travelling.

Now that you had the title of heroes of the nation, or actually, heroes for saving the entire world, you had no worries for anything. You couldn’t wait to travel, just the three of you and see all the places you had only seen on maps, but you had to stick with a few activities in Baldur’s Gate.

Posing for hours on end for painters to make sure your heroicness would live through history, inaugurating monuments to your memory, and all sorts of reunions with bards and writers with each and everyone of you reciting your versions of your adventures.

Some receptions took place in Cazador’s now empty manor, Astarion having inherited the place, and some rings that would allow him to be constantly exposed to the sun if he wished.

You were not accustomed much to big events like these. The last months had been made of exploring in various armours and dirty clothes, fighting and eating whatever you could find or steal along the way.

And here you now were, all three of you in expensive clothing, a corset tightening your waist till you felt like breathing was the hardest fight of your life, buffet so full you thought the tables would crack under so much food at any moment, a flute of golden champagne in your hand as you had to boringly listen to whatever aristocrat lady was rambling about before you.

“I’m starting to feel like I miss wearing armour,” you huffed as you tried battling with the laces of your corset, struggling to untie them.

The evening was over, you had all retired to your quarters, undressing for the night.

Astarion’s cold hands came to stop your fingers from any more tie wars, taking the reins to undo them.

“I thought that woman would never stop talking, she could make Gale look like a debutant in the art of monologuing.” laughed the vampire, softly unlacing your cage and allowing you to breathe again, placing a soft kiss to the back of your neck as his fingers came to massage your soft skin.

No matter how many times he did that, you always shivered. Your head fell back on his shoulder, sighing with contempt in his embrace.

“When will we finally be off of here?”

“Soon enough,” smiled Shadowheart with her hair down, wavy from her braid. “Pity you have to remove that dress though, I could get used to seeing you wearing more of those.”

Her smile was contagious, and you allowed it to place itself on your own lips. She came to help with your hair, removing the assortment of pins, pearls and other ribbons in them, kissing your temple and face from time to time as you giggled.

She was right, soon enough you three had gathered everything proper for a good trip. You didn’t have many belongings, moving from one region to the other during your adventures had taught you to not get too materialistic.

This hero's-pass was however useful in many aspects. You were given goods for your travel, scrolls, alchemy necessities, and big fancy tents with comfortable futons. But the most interesting and probably useful gift were the three horses and the donkey given to you, the latter given to carry your belongings.

“Tell me this isn’t some sort of bad joke made by Halsin,” asked Astarion as he arched a brow, eyeing the dapple grey stallion that was about to be his new road companion.

“Scared of a different ride than us ?” you chuckled as you lifted yourself on the stirrup and pushed yourself on your mount.

“You’re hilarious,” sighed the rogue, biting the inside of his cheek as he seemed unsure as to the way he was supposed to handle this thing.

“Have you never been on horseback, Astarion ?” Shadowheart ended up asking.

“I think your clarity of judgement must’ve understood by now that during the last couple of centuries, I didn’t have the best scenery to ride those kinds of things.”

After convincing him numerous times that the horse would not stomp on him or do a rodeo as soon as he went on top of it, he finally accepted to get on it.

Thus, your trip began. It had no end in sight, just the beginning of something new with your two loves, and that was all you needed to know.

As you were about to take a path leading you to another region, Astarion stopped, turning towards the silhouette of the city for just a moment before following you and Shadowheart.

“Is everything alright ?” you asked after a few minutes, Astarion lost in thought.

“Hmm ?” he asked as he raised his eyes to yours. “Oh yes, I’m fine it’s just… Odd.”

“Odd ? What do you mean ?” asked the Shadowheart.

“Well,” Astarion started, “I thought that some sort of magical invisible rope would tie me back again to the city and forsake me to leave. But the further we are from it, the more this feels… normal ?”

“I feel the same way,” she seconded, “my purpose was pulling me to it, and now I don’t feel anything.”

“Exactly, but it doesn’t make me feel empty, more like…”

“Liberated ?” she smiled.

“Yes, liberated...” he hummed as he repeated the word with a satisfaction.

The journey went smoothly, the familiar sensation of resuming the adventure in a certain way taking hold of your heart, but the firmness of your saddle leather reminding you of the discomfort it could cause.

It took Astarion barely an hour to start complaining, two before he finally decided to get off his mount and walk, and three to convince you to take your first break.

It was a pattern ready to be repeated for all the days to come. There were no itineraries, only discovery.

Passing through new areas meant that a few villagers and other locals would recognise you. You were offered food, asked to touch the heads of new-born babies as if you were saints, and children crowned you with daisy tiaras.

Some of the smells of the food revived in Shadowheart the ghosts of a past that was gradually revealing itself to her. You stayed overnight in villages, and she always listened to the stories told to children before going to sleep, hoping to recognise a character from one of the stories, or the feeling of the petals she pressed tenderly between her fingers, reminding her of such distant fragments of fields coloured by all sorts of flowers.

You could see it in her eyes, every time the past pressed its fingertips to her temple and squeezed its hands across her throat when her voice broke, that glimmer of hope glistening in her eyes.

You took her hand every time, encouraging her to go back to her memories as far as she possibly could. She looked at you with such tenderness, each time.

Every morning, without missing a beat, Astarion would wake to see the sun rise from its slumber. The feel of it on his skin was an embrace he loved and cherished every single moment.

When the three of you shared the same bed, and he didn't want to wake you up by moving around, he'd just sit there, upright, waiting for the rays to pass through the curtains.

The first joy of the day was a ribbon of sunlight that wrapped itself around your hand and caressed your shoulder, and Astarion traced it with his fingertips without waking you up. He would never dare disturb your peace.

It was after visiting everything there was to see that you finally decided to settle in a pretty, dilapidated stone house that you renovated with your own resources. To this day, you receive your friends when they would be able to afford to come and see you, and you bask in your freedoms.

Bonus content for this :

Several months into your travels, you had already received Gale's invitation to meet him in Waterdeep, so that he could find out more about your new life and see you all again.

You set off, and soon enough the realisation that you would have to take the boat to shorten the journey seemed to displease your two companions.

‘Are you sure we can't make some better use of the horses ?’ interrogated Astarion.

‘We have mostly made them walk and trot a bit, we could surely make them galop just a little?’ Shadowheart rejoined.

But they finally gave in when the entire length of the journey by horse was compared to that by boat.

The two of them tried as best they could to stuff themselves with anti-seasickness potions, but as the effects of the latter were short-lived, they remained cloistered in the holds of the boat for the duration of the journey.

Back on dry land, you took the horses that had travelled with you for the last little stretch of the journey. Having finally reached Waterdeep, you asked the first passer-by where Gale Dekarios was staying.

You almost expected someone to look at you with round eyes of incomprehension as to whom you were searching for, but with a broad smile the passer-by gave you a precise indication of where he was staying.

Gale welcomed you with open arms, his new mage robes modest yet exuding nobility.

‘I wish I could say otherwise but sincerely, the beauty of a cloth doesn't equal the kind of comfortability I had when we were in the middle of the Absolute's schemes. I sometimes grieve for these times, I never thought I would admit to it one day but I have got to say that ending the day with mud and whatever creature's blood we'd encountered on my robes sounds more thrilling than some of the books I now own.’

When Gale started a sentence, it was hard to stop him in his flow of words, and although it may have made you huff and puff at times, you had missed it.

It was while discussing Shadowheart's memory that Gale suggested a spell that he had been trying to master recently, allowing you to reopen memories buried deep in your brain.

During your stay in Waterdeep, Gale helped you to piece together Shadowheart's memory and restore as much of her past as possible.

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lafayette-paw-arts · 6 months

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More Poly Vees Headcanons! Domestic Edition!

Since Vox does the lunch & dinner cooking, Val and Velvette will deal with the dishes and put any leftovers away in the kitchen. (Not that there's much cooking dishes since Vox is a pretty tidy cook)

It works in the reverse too, since Velvette and Valentino make breakfast Vox will clean up those dishes, tends to be more of a chore since they are in fact, not tidy cooks.

Vox is always the one on top of laundry, the other two let it pile up a bit before actually doing it. Vox just hates having laundry around, and he has a few set outfits he likes to wear so when they're dirty he has to wash them to get to wear them again.

Vox gets really upset if a new recipe he tries doesn't go well, he blames himself for it even if the recipe just wasn't good and he gets very sad. (I wrote a one-shot about this one)

Vox will steal Velvette's blankets if he likes them, even if he has the same damn blanket himself.

Valentino can sometimes be caught looking up new hair styles to try on Velvette.

Velvette and Vox snark each other about their favourite places to get drinks, Velvette loves Starbucks and gets all manner of fancy drinks from there but Vox loves just plain hot chocolate from Tim Hortons (with just a little splash of milk in there).

Valentino stays so far away from that discourse it's almost painful, he gets drinks from both locations and just refuses to get involved with their banter about it. (He likes Pepsi products and will drink almost anything under the Pepsi brand)

None of these idiots can keep plants alive. Vox tries, and sometimes he's successful for a little bit but then it dies and he has no idea what he did wrong, he followed the advice he found on how to care for that specific plant but it still died! He doesn't understand it and gets upset every time.

Velvette loves baking, she finds it fun and loves to post the pictures of both the process and the results online.

Val is a talented artist, he loves painting and sculpting. On more than one occasion he's sculpted dirty sculptures of the other vees which they demanded he destroy when he was done. He bitches and moans as if that wasn't the plan all along but he always does it (after taking pictures)

Sometimes they'll all just sit around in the living room with something on the tv (doesn't matter much what it is, sometimes its a movie, tv show or even a comedy special they found) while they all play video games on their phones or scroll tiktok or social media. Just enjoying each other's company.

Hope you all enjoy!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #the vees #valentino #vox #poly headcanons #headcanon

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suuyua · 1 year

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Baby WELCOME HOME you're so good

I have a request but if you don't like it please feel free to refuse it 🙏

All bratty switchy pretty han and felix + fem reader

Got their dirty mouths you know

Whatever on your mind about the for real I'll it eat up

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 😭 my mind has literally been empty

MDNI 18+ || SMUT

warnings: profanity use, hair pulling, switch!reader leaning towards dom in this fic, brat taming, poly, switch!han, sub!felix, f!reader

a/n: IM SORRY ANON i just did sub!lix 😭 i cant come up with any ideas for switch lix /IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

The loud sound of a door slamming resonated through the bedroom, causing the poor boy laying on the bed to jump towards the nearby couch, startled by the sudden commotion. felix, who had been scrolling peacefully on his phone moments ago, watched as you barged into the room, han's wrist in your tight grasp. a shit-eating smirk donned han's face, raising the temperature of your already boiling blood.

a shiver ran through felix as he looked at you, your eyes piercing him with ice that seemed to increasingly solidify with each passing second.

well, whose fault was it that your two boyfriends decided to be a big fucking bitch on your one day off? the one day you could finally get some rest and watch some shows was disturbed by the infuriating boys, whether it was waking you up incredibly early pestering you for attention, clinging to you while you tried to cook a nice lunch, or teasingly moaning into your ear as you were gaming. when han had jokingly made a comment about how cold you were being today after felix left the room, your last string snapped.

you pushed han on the bed, mattress sinking under the pressure of both your weights. within a second, you felt hands around your waist, and suddenly your earlier position was now taken by the boy who was just under you a few moments ago. still in a stunned state, you felt his lips come in contact with your neck, sucking and biting.

a particularly harsh sting on your collarbone snapped you out of your daze, whipping han's body around. His eyes glared at your matching pair, silently battling for control. felix watched from the corner, nervously gulping when he came to the realization that you would be harsher with him, because he had took the initiative and definitely badgered you more than han.

as if reading his mind, your eyes slowly traveled to felix. the boy looked hurriedly, irritating you further. "baby," you cooed, honey dripping from your voice, "where did all that confidence from earlier go?" No reply. he swallowed, the slight movement of his adam's apple evident.

you glowered at han, then advanced towards felix, but not without sucking a mark into han's neck. the unexpected action caused the boy to let out a sharp gasp, body jolting. his mouth parted, as if to say something to your retreating figure, but rolled his eyes at you instead as you turned back to scowl at him. "I knew you don't have what it takes," he mockingly called out after you. Oh you would kill him for that later, but right now you needed to deal with your other boyfriend.

focusing your attention on felix, you could plainly see his growing erection. "i didn't even do anything yet," you raise an eyebrow. The flustered boy in front of you let out a series of stutters, trying to cover himself up, shying away from your gaze when he grasped the fact that he couldn't.

He seemed to regain some of his brattish personality, cocking his head to the side to look at you, "sure, but no one touched you either," he stated casually, eyeing your slightly stained shorts. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, before narrowing your eyes at him. Fingers abruptly flew to his soft blue locks, tugging back on them. his head fell back, landing on your shoulder. a soft moan flew out his pretty lips, music to anyone's ears. not that they could ever hear him making that sound.

releasing his now-messy hair, you led him to the bed, sharing kisses along the way. your lips trailed down his neck, marking your way further down.

a whine coming from beside you halted your actions, as you glanced to the side to see a pouty han, dissatisfaction plainly displayed on his face. "didn't he already get enough attention?" he grumbled, looking over at a dazed felix. han stared at you, deep chocolaty eyes blown wide with lust, and slightly wet hair from showering earlier curled a bit at the ends. you ignored him, setting your focus back on felix, hoping that han didn't notice the effect he had just made on you.

as your lips trailed down to felix's abdomen, the feeling of your undergarments being discarded caused you to swiftly whip your head around to stare at the boy responsible for it. "what?" han snickered, "i'm just helping."

he began making advances to strip, yelping as you stopped him with a harsh pull. He was now closer to you and felix, close enough for you to touch both of them. the feeling of felix rubbing against you snapped you out of your hazy state as you laid a hand down firmly on his toned body, pressing him down enough to stop his movements. a loud whine came from below you, and you looked down to see felix gazing at you, doe eyes wide. "move already," he complained, once again attempting to rut his hips up. lips tugging into a frown, dissatisfaction was clearly displayed on your face. your hips for started to roll, dragging a deep groan out from felix. "keep being a bitch and i'll stop moving," you scoffed. you wouldn't. "i won't!" the response was instantaneous, "i'll be good!" Once you got the response you wanted to hear, your eyes met han's, silently clashing for power. his soft lips suddenly met yours, catching you off guard. your hand shot up, coming in contact with his jaw. startled, han's lips parted, allowing you to slide your tongue in.

BYE IM SORRY I HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF BUT LESS THAN A WEEK INTO THIS BLOG AND I ALREADY GOT WRITERS BLOCK😭 ill finish it in the future maybe? shjdsbs id just feel bad if i never answered this requesf so have this for now 🫶🫶

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Ghoul Game Night - Mountain

Summary: Being a new ghoul in an established pack wasn't easy. But her new packmates wouldn't let her off the hook by ignoring them. So what's the best way to break the ice than to play a little game of Truth or Dare?

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Mountain X Ghoul!reader (a hint of Poly!ghouls x ghoul!reader at the end)

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, and…Mountain.

Workshop

The bottle was spinning so fast her eyes couldn't keep up. Y/n blinked a few times to get the tension out of her eyeballs as she felt they were damn near about to cross. Was she nervous to find who the bottle would land on? Of course! But she was also kind of scared about what she would pick out. She knew Aether was a safe choice - he was the kindest she'd known who'd openly tried to make her feel welcome in the pack. Rain and Mountain kept mostly to themselves but their silent acts of kindness helped ease her into the dynamic of the band itself. Dew and Swiss - well the pair of them were unpredictable and flirty. They were the ones that embodied the sex appeal ghouls possessed to the point Y/n swore that they must have some incubus in them. But would they actually force her to do anything that she didn't want to? That would be beside the point of getting to know her new packmates after all, no she knew they wouldn't force anything. They may be dirty-minded but they weren't savages after all!

"Y/n?" Aether's voice brought her back from the depths of her thoughts and she looked up startled to meet the familiar violet eyes of the quintessence whose eyes swirled with concern. "Thought we lost yah there. You with us?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry!" Y/n spoke nervously as she clenched the blanket and looked down realizing that the bottle had stopped spinning and that it pointed to the side of her. She looked over to find Mountain peering back at her calmly; giving nothing away in his expression as he patiently waited for her to get with the program.

"Oh…OH!" she straightened up feeling a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry, spaced out there a minute." her tail wagged slightly behind her when she realized that Mountain was her partner. Good, seemed Satan did hear prayers after all. That was a relief. Mountain was a safe choice for sure. Who would think anybody like Mountain would be a risky choice beneath the soft eyes and quiet demeanor?

"Which one would you like to do guys?" Aether asked tapping on the boxes in front of him expectingly as his orbs flicked from one then the other; a certain gleam in them telling Y/n he seemed far too interested in the choices than he probably should be at this point.

Y/n bit her lip looking over at Mountain but the gentle giant merely shrugged his slender shoulders. "I'm okay with either Y/n. Go ahead and choose." he rumbled softly and Y/n smiled at him with warmth; see a safe choice. He was a gentleman through and through.

"You know what…I think I'll take a truth and Mountain can do a dare." she hadn't seen Mountain push out of his shell to do much and she was wondering what his personality was like outside of his love for nature and music; she would probably kick herself in the ass though if the Ghoulettes had anything to say on the matter.

"Alright." Aether grinned flashing his golden tooth before he was digging into the boxes. "Mountain your dare is…Do a body shot on your partner."

Y/n's eyes widened comically and her cheeks flushed a dark color but when she looked over at Mountain the tall ghoul didn't seem to be affected as she was by the dare making her question whether or not he was as innocent as she first thought; hell she hadn't even seen him drink alcohol before.

"I'm a little scared to know my truth." Y/n gave a little laugh that showed off her nervousness as she chewed on her bottom lip wondering if she should have taken the dare instead; no going back now though - no take backsies here.

"Don't be."

"You should be."

Dew and Mountain spoke up at the same time causing Y/n's eyes to widen and she looked between the two; their replies doing nothing to help the butterflies of nerves to settle in her belly. But Aether waved it off and shot the ghoulette a warm smile which she tried and failed so miserably to return.

"It's okay, we always do something stupid so don't feel too embarrassed if you get one you weren't expecting. Remember, you always have a choice to decline and take a shot." he pointed her paper at her and the female looked towards Dew as if she was weighing the option. But that would be fair to Mountain if he still ended up having to do the dare while she chickened out so she took the plunge not wanting to be labeled a coward.

"I think I'll need one anyway. You know… to settle the nerves and stuff." she offered a weak smile but Dewdrop was all on it as he snatched the bottle of liquor from behind him and grabbed the single shot glass on the floor beside it - pouring her a generous shot. She reached out with a small smile and tossed it back with a grimace trying not to gag at the burn.

"Alright, you ready for your truth Y/n?" at the female's hesitant nod the quintessence looked down at his paper. "Y/n your truth is…" Aether turned his gaze back to the ghoulette. "What's your wildest fantasy?"

The female's eyes widened and she held out the shot glass towards Dew again with a puffed-out breath. He snickered as he refilled it and watched as she tossed it back with the same sharp-toothed grimace on her face. She seriously needed that extra burn if she was to be honest.

"The girls certainly know how to break the ice with new people," Y/n grumbled sliding the cup back to Dew with a sigh feeling the liquor burn and warm her belly from the inside; she knew ghouls had a high tolerance for human alcohol consumption even those who did not drink often but she cursed that small perk because this was not a conversation that she wanted to have on a sober night.

"Do I have to answer?" she bit her lip feeling her cheeks warm.

"You can always take another shot." Swiss interjected grinning at her but she waved it off.

"Sorry Dewdrop but you have a terrible choice in liquor. If I take one more of those shots it's coming back up." the ghoulette muttered as she rubbed her eyes as if attempting to hide her burning face.

"Would you like me to do my dare first? Would that make you feel better?" Mountain leaned over towards her and she peeked at him from beneath her hands; her ears twitching backward in embarrassment.

"I didn't think you drank Mountain…" she confessed

The big guy shrugged again. "I don't do it often. I prefer smoking." he confessed leaning back on his palms as he studied her.

Something about his gaze made her rethink her idea that he was a safe choice. He was a ghoul, after all. She shouldn't kid herself thinking he'd be a safe bet. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared up at him in silence wondering how they should do this. Would he do his dare first or should she answer first? How did one go about having a conversation like that?!

"You going to stare each other down or get to it?" Dew snarked from across the room causing Rain to grab a pillow and toss it at the fire ghoul.

"Hush! Don't pressure her! This is her first time." he chided

"First time huh? Do be gentle Mounty! She's a virgin to body shots." Swiss shot the Earth ghoul a wink causing a scowl to edge the tall male's face in disapproval even if he knew it was all in good jest.

"Shut up!" Aether raised his voice and clapped his hands. "Come on! Let's do this one right! Mountain you go first alright? Dew grab that table." Aether rose to his feet and grabbed a blanket off the floor.

Y/n watched warily as Dewdrop dragged the coffee table across the floor to the center of the room and Aether folded the blanket; draping it on the wooden surface. The girl stared at them and then at the table as if she was about to offer herself up for a sacrifice. She winced at the image but the gentle nudge beside her from Rain made her spur into motion as she scooted over and rose to her feet looking down awkwardly.

"S-so I just..lay down?" she offered lamely feeling her tail twitching erratically from her nerves.

She felt Mountain's hulking frame behind her moments before his hands rested on her shoulders and his chin pressed between her horns; a rumble of reassurance vibrating against her back. "Lay down on your back on the table."

"Do-Do I have to take anything off?" She tipped her head up to look at the male who cocked his head at her in amusement.

"Do you want to take anything off?"

"No…." she shook her head a little

"Then don't." Mountain shrugged again before nudging her forward half a step urging her to lay down.

With all eyes on her now Y/n turned around and warily sat on the edge of the table; catching sight of the others watching with a mixture of amusement and interest as she swung her legs onto the tabletop and tried to lean back but in her awkward state she'd misjudged the size of it and found herself leaning off of the edge.

Two large hands gripped her ankles and playfully jerked her back down until her legs dangled off the edge and pressed against the floor while her upper half rested on the table with her head just barely hanging off. She yelped in surprise and looked up at the towering male above her; his height and angle made him block out a bit of the light fixture so all she saw was his silhouette dark and intimidating above her.

Shuffling beside her made her turn her head to find Dew and Swiss beside her. The multi-ghoul held up a small stack of mini glasses and she wondered where the hell he'd managed to find those while they were using shitty solo shot cups all this time. But then a pair of warm hands grasped the hem of her pajama shirt and slowly slid up; the rough warm palms sliding up along her sides and ribs taking with it the shirt until it bunched just below her breasts. She looked down to find Mountain half bent over her as he maneuvered the shirt out of his way. He flashed her a little smile as she giggled nervously not used to being this close to him.

As he moved back Swiss placed the gold shot glasses one by one down onto her exposed stomach. One right on her naval that was left exposed from her yoga pants, one in the center of her stomach; the feel of it weighted and cold caused her abdomen muscles to clench but Swiss merely hushed her and patted her hip before placing the third and last shot glass right below her sternum (his hand might have not so accidentally brushed against her breasts as he pulled his hand away) and to distract herself she craned her head to look for Aether as she tried to stay still.

She found Rain by her head and when she met his eye he flashed her a little smile and reached down to boop her nose causing her to giggle; she was glad that at least someone was trying to ease the nerves she felt but Dew was quick to playfully smack her leg with a chiding remark.

"Stop it! You'll spill the good stuff!" she glanced down to find he was starting to fill each shot glass as carefully as he could while it balanced on her exposed torso and she flushed a bit; her eyes closing in embarrassment at being pretty much splayed open for them like some kind of sacrifice on an alter.

"I-I thought the dare said only a shot…not three." she said trying not to breathe too deeply in case she spilled the glasses.

"Meh." Dew shrugged and Y/n had to stop the snort she wanted to let loose as she looked toward Mountain.

The tall Earth ghoul was standing back watching silently but his expression gave nothing away. When Dew was done those not part of the dare shuffled back to watch. Breathing as shallowly as she could so as not to spill the liquor but she tensed when she felt warm hands on her knees.

"Hey, blossom open your eyes." Mountain's voice murmured causing her eyes to peek open hesitantly to see he was standing before her spread knees. "Eyes on me."

She did as he told her. Transfixed as he bent down over her. The first shot glass disappeared between his lips as he took hold of it; never once breaking eye contact as he lifted his head slightly; just enough to tip the liquid down his throat - the audible sound of him swallowing the mouthful causing her breath to hitch as he idly took the glass from his mouth and handed it to Dew.

She could do nothing but lay there as he shifted higher; his breath tickling her exposed belly as he shifted upwards towards the next shot. Had his green-blue eyes looked this pretty before? She couldn't recall as she watched him wrap his lips around the second shot glass rim and tip his head back again to swallow the contact. It was then she felt his hands press again her sides as he shifted even closer. His knee came up to press onto a sliver of the exposed tabletop between her thighs as he bent over her further.

"So, Y/n, would you like to tell me?" Mountain murmured - his alcohol-tinged breath ghosting along her sternum as he ascended a bit more.

"T-tell you what?" she breathed watching him entranced as he drew nearer to the third and last shot glass that was balanced just below the swell of her breasts.

His large hands gently took hold of her wrists and her arms were suddenly thrust above her head to dangle over the edge of the table and making her gasp in surprise at the motion; the position caused her to arch a little and thrust the glass up higher along with her breasts making her feel rather vulnerable and far more exposed than before as her bunched up shirt shifted even higher; exposing the undersides of her breasts teasingly - she cursed her decision to not wear a bra tonight but she wasn't expecting to be dragged into such a lascivious game!

The motion also caused a bit of the fireball to spill from the glass and she felt the cold drops run down her sternum and rib. She bit her lip trying to keep her breath even as she watched his every move.

"What you're wildest sexual fantasy is." Mountain supplied as he idly - with little hurry, dipped his head to lick a stripe up her stomach from where the fireball had spilled causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to fall closed at the feel of his warm wet tongue against her skin.

Her hands clenched above her head and she felt soft fabric against her hands making her eyes open again and her head to fall back to find Rain standing by her head again. She latched onto his pants for support and he reached down to idly stroke his long bassist fingers through her hanging locks.

"W-Well if it's the truth…" she licked her lips nervously as her cheeks flushed when mountain rose up again to be in her viewpoint; his fingers gripping her chin to tip her head back so that they could stare at each other.

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't know." she shook her head a little bit.

"You don't know?" one brow rose as he bent his head down again but this time to press a sweet little kiss to her flushed cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't had some wild fantasies before when you're alone in your room, Y/n." he murmured teasingly when she whined and turned her head to bury her face into his neck.

"Well…n-nothing to count as….wild." she confessed as he felt his large hands expanse the entire of her ribcage idly stroking along her sides.

As he drew way from her and ducked his head again to lick up the small trail of liquor that ran down her ribcage that he'd found she tried to regulate her breathing but when she spoke her words came out shaky.

"B-But this probably would be on that list."

"Yeah?" his eyes flashed up at her and she bit her lip nodding shyly causing his lips to curl upward into a grin as he tipped his head at her; his shaggy hair tickling her sternum as he chuckled.

"Good." he finally lifted up enough to wrap his lips around the last shot glass but whether it was on purpose or the alcohol in his blood he missed and it tipped a bit; spilling it more on her exposed skin before he managed to grab it from falling completely.

"Damn, there goes the good stuff." Y/n could hear Dew mutter from somewhere in the room.

But Mountain didn't see it that way. Instead of taking the rest of the shot he held it out towards Dew and when his hands were free he tugged her shirt up slightly more making her squeak as the cool air of the room dried the liquor on her skin but it was quickly followed by the warmth of Mountain's tongue as he lapped up the spilled droplets along her flesh causing her to let a little moan slip and her hands to tighten on Rain's thighs as she tried not to reach for Mountain.

She felt hot. Itchy beneath her skin. The feeling of such a large body draping over her; protective as much as it was provocative was making her feel squirmy; small beneath him as Mountain cleaned her up with his tongue alone. It was only when a wet stripe caught the curve of her breasts that one hand finally released Rain in favor of sinking her fingers into the lush thickness of Mountain's hair when she whimpered at the contact.

He seemed to be enjoying himself far more than she had thought he would. She briefly wondered if this was what kind of lover he was. A big fucking tease. When she tugged on his hair a little she felt the rumble of his low moan against her skin and she peeked down to see him looking up at her from behind his messy hair and her jaw went slack. Why did he look so goddamned good like that?

"C-can I make a request?" she found herself asking.

"Keep looking at me like that and you can have anything," he muttered placing a kiss on her stomach.

"Kiss me?"

He lowered himself a bit and kissed one exposed hip bone and then the other. "But I am."

"Mountain!" Y/n yanked on his hair causing him to hiss as his head was jerked backward a bit so that his face was lifted from her skin and her breath stopped in her lungs at the dark look that overtook his eyes just from his arousal alone. He wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to play off.

"Please." was that her needy voice? Well fuck. She heard the groans of the others in the room as they too took in the way her voice sounded so full of need from just how turned on she was.

"Fuck it." Mountain rose swiftly to his feet and yanked her up before hauling her over his shoulder causing her to yelp in surprise. "The game's over, boys."

The others stared open-mouthed as the tall lithe figure stalked from the room; moments later - his bedroom door slammed shut locking himself and their new little packmate within for the night.

"Damnit," Swiss grumbled crossing his arms. "There goes my chance."

The others were silent for a moment looking at each other before Dew snickered. "Fuck no. I'm not missing the show." he left the room and it took only a few seconds for Aether, Rain, and Swiss to stare at each other before they shrugged.

"What an ice breaker." the trio barged into the room without a preamble for a night of fun.

What a way to end a game night. The Ghoulette sure knew what they were doing all along; playing each and every member like a fiddle. Y/n realized real quick why the siblings enjoyed the ghoul's company that night. And she couldn't even care to be mad about it. Not when she had 5 pairs of mouths, hands, and other appendages to keep her occupied.

Thank you all for reading Ghoul Game Night! Mountain ends this mini-series with a bang and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to like, reblog, and comment to show support! <3

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 months

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The Grims

Summary: While you make deals in your little casino front, two ‘grim reapers’ loom behind you, ready to strike and carry out your dirty work. But when the ‘clients’ leave, and it’s just you three. They turn into two gentle giants and your heart can’t help but fall for them.

Oneshot?

Fluff, Slight angst, Mafia au, Poly au

Trigger Warnings: Some brief descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, and mentions a gun (not used).

Word Count: 4,558

Younghoon X Reader X Juyeon

[A/n: They play Rummy, but specifically: Rummy 500! Anyways, has this thought been plaguing me for months since I watched The Convoyz in Late Janaury/Early February? Yes. Ever since they stood behind Kevin menacingly, my brain has stayed there. Anyways, this my tribute to the grim reapers/coffee machines #1 & #2. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.]

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You inherited the casino a few years back, your father finally deciding you were ready to be on your own. Since you’ve already known how to print and clean money since you were a child, it was only right that you inherited the casino front. Things were easy in the beginning. From crunching down numbers to make things run smoothly, foraging checks, and rearranging the layout to be better for customers. You wanted it to look and run as if there wasn’t anything going on behind the scenes. It was hard work, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t do. But when you started making deals with ‘clients’, it felt like you were unraveling. You couldn’t do it all alone, which was hard to admit. But you knew another day of bargaining with clients and ending up in scuffles or taking care of someone would drive you to your wit's end. So, you phoned your father, the don, and he understood immediately. After all, he didn’t have his members for no reason. He didn’t hold it against you. Rather, he encouraged you to do so, so you could focus solely on the artificial inflation of numbers and the creation of paper. You didn’t want any of the family to be your business partners. You wanted lower level but trained people in his mob. It confused him a little, but since you were his favorite, he would do whatever to make your business run smoothly. About a month later, after your family inspected them to make sure they weren’t rats or feds. You finally got to meet Younghoon and Juyeon, and you couldn’t be happier with the two seemingly gentle giants being your ‘business’ partners.

It’s been two years since then, and everything started moving smoother. You were no longer alone. Every deal with them behind you felt easy like your ‘clients’ weren’t trying to swindle you anymore. Your father referred to them as your ‘grim reapers’ when he showed up unannounced with how they loomed over you and at him. And from then on, it stuck. They were your two ‘grim reapers’ because when they were stoic and looking down at someone from behind your chair. They looked menacing. As if one wrong word or look meant you were off this plane of existence. They took their job seriously, easily carrying out people when they just won’t yield the outcome the three of you'd like. But while all that was true, you knew one thing others didn’t, and that’s that they were two of the gentlest souls with the sweetest of laughs you had ever heard. Sometimes, during deals, you’d catch them in your computer’s reflection and have to hide the smile that wanted to creep up onto your face. Because the second the doors closed behind someone. And it was just you three. They’d be back to soft smiles and goofy attitudes.

Like in the summer, when you propped the doors open, and you three could hear music from the casino’s speakers. They’d pull you up to dance away from your computer to goof off to their favorite songs. Or how if you got tired while calculating numbers, they wouldn’t hesitate to carry you off to bed. Tucking you in and assuring you were out before leaving to their rooms. They did so many little things, like when you’d lose the card games and lose out on coffee, they’d still bring you one anyway. Or how they’d loom over you while you were looking at your computer and nothing else. And they’d make silly faces until you lost concentration before taking you down the spiral staircase to play cards. They made you endlessly happy. They took care of you in ways you never imagined when you asked for help. Like how they’d help you print money and make sure you didn’t strain yourself when operating the machinery. You had two sets of additional eyes to catch mistakes. And when the money was all dried, you three would throw money in the air as if you won millions together. Of course, the cleanup sucked afterwards, but they always manage to make the most boring tasks fun. Every meticulous thing became easier with them around. Card games where you would drink and laugh had to be your favorite. Watching Juyeon's eyes widen when he picks up a good card before laying it down and smiling would melt your heart. Or the cute frustration on Younghoon when either of you would win. Your heart nearly coos every time.

You had fallen for them the moment you met them, but since you were becoming their boss. It felt like a power dynamic. Even though they were making the same money as you made. You still were their boss on paper. Although, you made it clear that you viewed them as equals when you hired them. You didn’t want them to feel coerced into having to love you or lose their sole income. Or worse, feel like if they didn’t accept your feelings, they’d have to deal with the don, something you wouldn’t wish on anyone. You never wanted them to have to make that decision. So, you kept your feelings to yourself, knowing that was best for the three of you. No matter how much you fantasized about holding their hands and kissing at cute little cafes. You knew none of that could be in your future, especially when the three of you are in the business you are. So, the thoughts would be just tucked away at your pillow at night, something to dream about even if they were outlandish.

It wasn’t until they told you over a card game that they had begun dating that you began burying those dreams and feelings. You couldn’t be happier for them, breaking out the good champagne and applauding them for finding safety within each other. But when you crawled into bed that night, you cried into your pillow because you had to fall for two people who were meant for each other, whom you could never be with. The two gentle souls in this wretched world found comfort within each other. And you knew you couldn’t ask for more. All you ever wanted for them was to be happy, especially in the realm you three resided in. They deserved each other. The two of them couldn’t hurt a fly but wouldn’t bat an eye when it came to killing a man in cold blood. But that wasn’t where your heart got off on the wrong foot. It was the endless card games the three of you played while waiting or getting ice cream after a long day of errands to make the casino look good. Or maybe it was how you would laugh the whole day away together. But now that was what two partners and a boss did together, nothing more, nothing less. You’d have to bury your fantasies with your other dreams. It would be hard to get over them, but you would eventually, and that’s all that mattered.

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Younghoon has his shoes kicked up on the edge of your desk, polishing his revolver and humming a little tune. While Juyeon is leaning against him, slowly falling asleep, you can’t help but let the scene endear you. But you keep a neutral expression, checking on the casino’s banking statements and deciding whether or not to fix up some numbers artificially. You check back on last week’s report and see your latest markup was going through smoothly, so those calculations could wait until next month. You catch from the corner of your eye Younghoon twirling his now polished gun before he puts it back into his holster underneath his suit jacket. You gulp as he looks away at the clock, almost lost in the way he played around with that. You watch in the corner of your eye to see Juyeon cuddle further in, and your heart melts all over again. Both of them cause you to forget what notes you were scribbling before you remember and continue scribbling. Younghoon softly says, “It’s time…” alerting both of you to what time it is as he ruffles Juyeon’s hair, relaxing him, before gently pushing him up.

You give them both a small smile as they get up. And in unison, they say, “We’ll be back in a little, love.” It was something they called you since they began working for you, never boss. You were never their superior, always their equal. “Okay, I’ll see you two in a bit.” But it never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You go back to your statements, writing a few last numbers, trying to wrap it up before they return with the new ‘client’. They push their chairs away and move the client’s chair in front. They head to their spots on either side of the doors, and when the person knocks, they pull it open, letting him in. The two follow closely behind the shorter man as the doors thud close. You can see them glower at him and internally giggle at the sight as they wait for him to sit down before rounding your large mahogany desk to stand behind you. Their intimidation would work on you if you didn’t know they were both softhearted. You come to your senses as Younghoon stands with his hands in his pockets and Juyeon with his hands folded over each other behind you in your chair. You can’t see their faces, but you know their eyes are glinting as they look down at the client you have in front of you.

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But alas, even with their intimidation tactics and your argumentative skills combined, he just won’t give in. And after an hour of discussing, you’ve finally had enough, “Last chance, are you going to do the deal the way we want? That maximizes both our profits and gives you protection. Or are you only interested in yourself?” The guy scoffs, “Again, why would I want to maximize yours when I agreed to this deal under the pretense, you’d only want to protect us and not a cut of our company?” You sigh, “I’ve heard enough,” you look up at two over you, “haven’t you two?” They agree, and in an instant, they’re behind the guy dragging him out of his chair. You hear him shout something as he makes it past the double doors. But you roll your eyes. He wasn’t going to give you three what you needed to make it fair, then he was useless. And whatever they deemed was the appropriate punishment you saw was fit. They were to exercise whatever force was necessary. Something you always admired no matter how they took care of them. They’d always come back pristine as if they never lifted a finger, unlike how you’d usually come back after taking care of or throwing someone out before you hired them. You weren’t sure if you said it enough, but you were always thankful for what they did. Easing the burden on you meant better focus on the numbers and money production. They did all the work you no longer wished to do, helped you with whatever tasks you had, and made them fun.

You pull three glasses from the cupboard and some expensive whiskey from the shelf for the three of you to indulge in when they come back. You finish pouring the shots, and after setting the bottle down, you grab their chairs setting them in front of your desk before putting away the client's chair. You relax back in your chair for a few more minutes before the double doors open again. They thud back into place as Younghoon looks at you with a smile, wiping blood off his cheek with a handkerchief, while Juyeon disposes of his gloves, giving you a small smile. You smile at both of them before they sit down in their chairs. Younghoon wipes the blood off Juyeon’s nose before placing a kiss on his temple, and you smile at the warmth of the gesture. Juyeon blushes at the act, and you wait for a moment before saying, “You two usually don’t return with blood on you.” Juyeon shrugs before putting his arm behind the backrest, “We don’t take kindly to someone talking shit about you.” You tilt your head, “Is that what on about on his way out?” Younghoon nods before relaxing back into his chair, “Yeah, so we knocked him around a bit, making sure he remembered his place before sending him on his way.” You hum, “Serves him right. Maybe he’ll come back next time with a fairer deal.” They laugh as they agree, and the three of you raise your glasses, clinking them together as you cheer, “To a better deal next time!” Your drinks slosh before you each kick the drink back.

Juyeon goes, “Shall we head down, love?” You agree, taking the glasses while Younghoon takes the whiskey bottle down. They follow hand in hand behind you as you head out of the room and down the spiral staircases. To avoid the loud noises of slot machines, the three of you head through the kitchen, asking for your usual dinners as you pass through. And they get set on making them as you continue through another room before you finally land on the door. You each put your assigned keys into a different lock, unlocking the three locks in sync as you’ve done thousands of times before. You push the doors open and it locks behind you three as you head to the card table. You each sit at your respective chairs, setting the glasses out as Younghoon pours each of you another round while Juyeon draws up the cards. He shuffles them on the table and bridges them up into his hands. You ask, “What are we playing today?” Juyeon shrugs, unsure. And Younghoon grins, “What about a good old-fashioned game of rummy?”

You all agree and watch as Juyeon splits the deck with precision before dealing out seven cards each. You gasp as he has one to flip over. “Damn. Perfect hundred.” He smirks, “We play it enough. It should be easy.” You roll your eyes and mark him down for a hundred. You finally look through your hand and end up with a good hand, with two sets of three and one left over. Younghoon smirks as he places down a full queen spread, and you scoff, “Ju, I’m starting to think you deal in favor of Hoon…” Juyeon just smirks, “Maybe~” You roll your eyes, and Younghoon sets down a jack of diamonds to discard. You pick up a card from the pile and put your spread of eight, nine, ten of hearts and a king set down before discarding a three of clubs. Younghoon scoffs, “He deals in favor of me?” You cackle, and Juyeon picks up the card you discarded, making a small spread before discarding a queen of hearts. You yell, “Rummy!” and grab it, making Younghoon pout and cross his arms, and Juyeon gasp, “Aw man…” You grin, and Younghoon picks up from the pile and lays off a seven on Juyeon’s 4,5,6 spade run. He discards his card, and you pull from the pile and finally get a joker. You can’t resist your smirk as you pull it, and the two groan as you set down the joker on your kings and get rid of your last card. You count up your points and happily end up with sixty-five. Younghoon comes out with twenty-five, and Juyeon breaks even, and you smirk, “Only thirty-five points til I catch up~” Juyeon rolls his eyes, “As if you’ll win, love.” Younghoon touches his hand, “Don’t get cocky now, dear.” You laugh as Juyeon rolls his eyes.

You do end up catching up and passing Juyeon’s score. But in the last round, Younghoon goes out in the first round, making him win with five hundred and thirty points. You both pout until you hear the dinner bell. Juyeon, as the loser of this game, gets your food from the dumbwaiter. You refill everyone’s drinks before clinking your glasses to Younghoon’s win. While you eat and drink, you play another round of rummy mindlessly, not focused on the game. The three of you were more concerned about the taste of your food. But you keep thinking back to earlier and how they came back messy. It was so unlike them, but then again, no one had insulted you in front of them before.

After a few more sips of your whiskey before you bring it back up again, “Even when you’ve had to take care of worse clients… You’ve only come back covered in blood once before this… It’s so odd.” Younghoon teases, “You’ve never questioned our methods before, love~” You scrunch your nose, lifting your glass up, and say, “But you guys usually aren’t messy.” Juyeon shrugs, discarding his card as he tells you, “Yeah, well, we love you so-” causing Younghoon to clasp his hand over Juyeon’s mouth before he can finish his sentence and Younghoon apologizes profusely as Juyeon asks muffledly, “Huh? What? What did I say?” You blink before asking harsher than you intended, “Is this true?” And Younghoon ashamedly nods ‘yes,’ bowing his head as he keeps his hand over Juyeon’s mouth. Juyeon finally catches up and looks down in shame as well.

But what they don’t see is your bright blush and big smile. You look at your cards, “Well since it’s my turn, do you think I can be the Ace to your Kings?” Their heads pop up before Younghoon moves his hand to hold Juyeon’s cheek as they exchange a look, trying to understand if they really heard what you just said. Younghoon drops his hand, and they both look at you as if asking for confirmation, so you repeat yourself. They break out into huge grins, “Really?” “You want to be with us?” You admit, “I’ve always had a crush on you two. And once you both got together, I was trying to get over it. And…” Juyeon grins, telling you blatantly, “We’ve loved you since then, too.” You blink, “But I was your boss.” Younghoon scoffs with a smile, “Don’t you remember?” You blink at him, and he explains, “You’re only our boss on paper. You told us from the moment you met us. That we were your equals.” The two of them smirk before looking over at you again, and in unison, they say, “And now you’re ours.” You grin, smiling down at your cards, finally playing your hand, setting down three jacks before discarding an eight of diamonds. You look at them again, “I really hope I don’t wake up, and this was just a dream again.” Juyeon asks, “You’ve dreamt about this?” You sigh, “More times than I care to admit.” And that’s when you catch sight of their intertwined hands on the table. Juyeon takes the glass out of your hand, and Younghoon gets you to drop your cards on the table so they can hold your hands. You sigh, “This is real.” Younghoon smiles, “If it isn't, we don't want to wake up either.” You squeeze their hands, “What do you say we have ice cream to celebrate?”

You call up for it, and when the dumbwaiter rings, you leave your cards abandoned to have ice cream together on the couch in front of the big screen. The three of you cuddling up with you in the middle. You couldn’t help but feel more at peace. Most of your dynamics in work didn’t change. They would still loom behind you as you made deals. But if one of the people were to make a snide comment or look at you the wrong way. They wouldn’t hesitate to bring them up by the collar in front of you. Bringing them closer to the three of you and over the desk, one going, “No, please continue…” while the other would follow, “What do you have to say about our lover?” It made their protectiveness go up tenfold, and you’d have to resist your grin as you watched them do so.

And when the catalyst to your relationship returned to make a proper deal. The guy was shivering in his seat as the two loomed towards him. Tempting him to say something about you in front of them again. Because this time, if he did, he would lose more than just his teeth. He gulped as he offered you three an even bigger cut of the deal than the three of you wanted before. And who were you three to deny such a sweet deal? You happily accepted it. Once, he left practically running with his tail between his legs. The two of them moved from behind you to sit in front of you on your desk, smirking. Both cross their arms, and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in front of you as you look up at them, “What?” They look at each other before looking at you, and Younghoon starts off, “Since we helped get a better deal,” Juyeon states rather than asking, “Doesn’t that mean you owe us a fancy date?” You do your best to hold back your grin, biting at your lip as you look between them both before you can’t hold it back anymore, uncrossing your arms, “Well, what are you two waiting for? Go get dressed.” The three of you rush to get dressed in your fanciest clothes.

You somehow finish first and lean against your door while you wait. And out comes your two casanovas. You can’t help the whistle that comes out of your mouth as you look at them, and they laugh, Younghoon clapping as Juyeon smiles before giggling. “Us? What about you, sweetheart?” Something that also changed is their nicknames for you. You smirk, “When you have two hot dates, you best look good~.” Juyeon reaches out for your hand and kisses it. And Younghoon scoffs, “You saw me first but didn’t do that to me!” Juyeon rolls his eyes before kissing the back of Younghoon’s hand. You kiss both of their cheeks and go, “Come on now, let’s head out before everyone closes.” Younghoon wraps his arms around you both, “You know they’ll always wait for us three. We own them, after all.” You both laugh, shaking your heads, before you say, “But no need for them to work a longer shift…” Younghoon hums, “Fair enough, let’s go.” You both lean against Juyeon while you wait for your driver, Jacob, to get to The Convoyz. Juyeon grins as he holds you both close to him, and the three of you relish in the quiet moment. When the car finally stops at the grand entrance of the red and black establishment, the three of you chime, “Thanks, Cob!” As you exit, Jacob calls from the car, “Get me something good!” Before he heads to park, waiting for your call to pick you up.

The hostess gasps, “Oh, The Grims! Right this way!” You exchange a look with them. And when you finally sit at your designated table, secluded from others. You start cackling, “I didn’t know I was roped in on this grim reaper bit with you two now.” Juyeon giggles and says, “You’re with us now, baby. You’re a reaper, too.” Younghoon grins, “You're our argumentative reaper.” Your usual waiter comes around, and before he can fill your wine glasses, you go, “Instead of our usual drinks, since it's a special occasion, can you bring out your best champagne?” He nods and goes to get the champagne and flutes. Once your drinks are in hand, you three cheer to a good deal and a one-month anniversary.

You eat your usual meals, talking about anything that comes to mind. “You found that endearing about Ju, too?” You cackle, “Of course I did! Who wouldn’t find an awkward man cute?!” Younghoon giggles, and Juyeon pouts, “I didn’t know what to do without two beside me…” You laugh, “Ju, you usually talk to everyone!” He pouts, “But not without my loves…” You both blush at that and switch the teasing to Younghoon, “Did you find Hoon’s pout cute?” Juyeon’s eyes turn bright, “I can’t get enough of it…” You both grin at each other before you hear a ‘hmph!’ and both turn to look at a pouty Younghoon. And you both giggle, both of you reaching to pinch one of his cheeks, making the three of you laugh. And that’s when they turn the teasing back to you, “Doesn’t (N/n) look cute when they start getting frustrated over math work~” Juyeon agrees, “The little huffs…” The two giggle at each other as if they’ve talked about it a hundred times. And you can’t help but blush and giggle with them before returning to your food.

You finish your meals, telling Jacob to bring the car around as you get escorted out. The hostess from before tells you three, “Have a good evening, Grims!” You all smile at each other before wishing them a good one before leaving. You hand Jacob his takeout meal before getting in and sitting next to Younghoon. Juyeon takes his turn to sprawl out over you two like a cat. You run your fingers through his hair as you lay your head against Younghoon’s shoulder, and he lays his head on top of yours. Younghoon holds Juyeon over you two, keeping him from sliding off you every time the car hits a bump. You three peacefully rest until you arrive at the casino again. You three slowly get out of the car, heading in the back door as Jacob heads home. You take the elevator instead of the stairs and head to get changed. A month prior, you’d be heading to your separate suite, but now the three of you happily share the guest suite with the Alaskian king-sized bed.

As you start drifting to sleep in between Younghoon and Juyeon, you can’t help but think of all that’s changed. You’d still play card games together with different stakes, more intimate than the last. Sure, you’d still make food bets and have them get you coffee. But now, it was all that and more, every game became more interesting than the last. Although, you were dealing with two gentle giants who wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you. While it was endearing to watch them cuddle while you worked before, now you were a part of the cuddle pile. If you were too busy on calculations to join them, they’d bring their chairs around to lay up against you. And now, whenever they wanted your attention while they stood behind you, they’d kiss your temple until your attention was taken away from work and focused wholly on them. Now, whenever you walk down the stairs, instead of them following behind you hand in hand. You now were linked, going down the stairs together. Things that were small gestures between business partners became endearing gestures. And you couldn’t help but be content. They were your safe space in a world as dangerous as the two of you work in. The three of you had each other. What more could you want?

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