#which begs the question why don't we have water bowls for pets??

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.3 seconds before she got scooped up from drinking pool water

[captaindsina]

"Let's Make A Deal"

Toji Fushiguro x Black Reader

During an unusually slow night in the pretentious club you work at, a man you've never seen before comes in and offers you a deal. One that you know is dumb to accept, but you do because what's the risk?

I genuinely hate this because why is writing dialogue so damn hard? Why do we have to talk? Why do humans talk? Ew.

Toji and the reader trade sexual dynamics flipping between submissive and dominant.

So we got a bit of Sub Toji in here.

I also do not have to explain why the fuck I specify why the reader is black. I just write with a black person in mind. You got a problem with it. Idk go masturbate or something.

Enjoy it. This genuinely my first time writing smut all the way through and finishing it. So please enjoy it

Word Count: 8.3k -shit-

You walk into your home setting your belongings down on your rack and hanging your coat up with a sigh. It was a pretty hectic day, dealing with drunk people was not your forté. Which begs the question...why the hell do you work in a club as a bartender? The pay is mediocre and your employees aren't bad, but your boss is an asshat. It sucks that you can't find a better bar to work at but your current place will have to suffice.

You sit on your couch after taking your shoes off and begin rubbing your feet. Your body is so tense it's ridiculous. The life of labor is not it one you desire at all. Having to deal with customers nagging, going insane from the same songs being played on repeat everyday, coming home late, the random advances from drunken patrons; it was just too much for you, but there's no escaping it if you want to live and not immediately end it all at some stupid office job. Lighting some incense you begin your destressing routine of incense, a long hot shower, low music in the background, a cup of warm tea, some food, and a good movie to watch.

It was the perfect routine designed to fit the comforting vibes of your home. Your home is dark with dim lighting different plants in almost every corner of your home with beads hanging on the deoor frames and the most most important piece of your home, your cat; Dice.

It was your most favorite place to be at and after the day you had you just wanted to relax.

After putting food in Dice's bowl you take a shower while blaring your favorite songs. Your skin was tingly in the hot water. You felt like you were a truly alluring sight; made you borderline obsessed with yourself. The  various body creams and oils you used made you feel amazing. Your relaxing shower session made you forget about all the stress in your bones, melting it all away and sending it down the drain.

After getting dressed in your night clothes and putting on your slippers you head to your kitchen where you're met with your Birman cat sitting on your counter.

"Hey baby, I hope you didn't miss me too bad while I was gone cause I know I missed you terribly." you say cooing to your cat while petting behind her ears. She hops away from you "okay be like that you little shit"

You heat up your kettle and grab your favorite blend of tea herbs putting it all in a little pouch in a mug. While the kettle gets hot you go into the fridge and grab a previously prepped meal from your loving best friend you're ever so greatful for because apparently by his standards a granola bar and tea is not a proper dinner. So he decided to pick up meal prep as a hobby and brings you extras from his meals.

When you throw your food into microwave you hear a ding on your phone.

Hemorrhoid:

'Come over'

Well there goes your day.

You were just getting to the good part of the night.

You:

'I don't feel like it.'

'Do I really have to come?"

Hemorrhoid:

'Yes. I hope you haven't forgotten about the deal we made or should I refresh your memory?"

Ah yes. How could you forget?

You punch the air and type your message.

You:

'Cunt'

'I'm coming'

The deal.

The one you made a month or two ago when Toji found his way into the club you work at; The Heat. A club popular for the beautiful people there, good music, and its exclusivity. It didn't lie about the beautiful people, they were gorgeous. Specifically hiring people that looked good to grow their rep. However all the rest....it's a bunch of bullshit. The music quickly grows tiresome and youu'd think exclusive would mean a bunch of big ballers coming into the club ready to spend money whenever, on whatever and they did, but the catch is none of it went towards your paycheck.

It was a bunch of shit all for show. You were once excited to work in such a lively environment but just as soon as that excitement came, it left. So when Toji waltzed his way into the club and up to the bar he was a nice change of pace. Sporting a rough around the edges look outside of the sleek and precise looks of everyone else who comes into the club.

Compared to other nights the night you met Toji was slow. There wasn't a crowd to wow with party tricks, just boring drinks to be served to the regulars. You usually preffered these nights but tonight the energy was off, you were bored. It was boring. Maybe you were just used to the overstimulating energy of the club, but you just couldn't catch the right vibe for the night.

Bored is a word you never thought you would use while working at 'The Heat' but here you are now wiping the same spot on the counter for the 20th time for the past 30 minutes.

You huff out a sigh as you move your towel in a repetitive motion, staring at the clock waiting for your shift to end.

"Fuck this. Jaz is it just me or it really different tonight?" you look over to your coworker Jazzy who looks to be just as bored as you.

"Nah. You not tripping. It's boring as hell."

You groan at his words. "I hate this job"

"I know you do and I would love to talk to you about it but my break is coming up ten minutes. I would hate to leave you here alone, but I would literally chew off my own finger than sit here for another second."

"Jaz I swear if you leave me here I'm never speaking to you again."

"You make that sound like a bad thing. You'll survive." he says sauntering to the back to start his break earlier than scheduled.

"Bastard" you grumble under your breath. Feeling defeated you groan and lay your head on the counter in front of you. "They could at least play some good music to keep me sane" you say with a deep childish pout on your face.

"I agree with you. This music is kind of ass. Not really my type" you raise your head at the foreign voice directed to you. Your eyes meet sharp green ones brimmed with dark lashes. His face is pretty if you'll be honest with yourself.

Sultry.

Seductive.

Sexy if you would.

And when you catch glimpse of the scar on his lips you internally quirk a brow intrigued at how a face so attractive could even have any damage done to it. It's a downright sin having something done like that.

"Yeah imagine hearing this shit on repeat. Every. Single. Night. I would rather pluck out all my arm hairs than hear this again" you sit up from the counter leaning on your forearms in front of the person. "What could I get you?"

"How about a drink of your choice and...a night with you" his voice responds whispering the last part to you.

"Okay" you snort rolling your eyes to the back of your head "How does a purple rain sound? and two, you'll have to try harder than that love. There's been people  before you who've tried to get their hands in my panties. You would have to be really good if you want me in your bed."

"Well one, I'll try it and two, what makes you think I'm like any of those bums? I'd have you crawling to me on your hands and knees when I'm done with you"

You laugh and grab a glass beginning to prepare his drink "you really do sound sure of yourself."

"No need for confidence when I know what I'm saying is true. Most people who call themselves confident are simply lying."

"Yeah okay mister....uh what's your name" you say pouring vodka, lemonade, and grenadine into a shaking glass with a mischievous grin on your face.

He begins to say his name but you cut him off by shaking his drink.

"Hmph I didn't really catch that. Could you say it one more time for me?"

He squints his eyes at you but reluctantly goes to say his name again only to be met with the sound of ice against metal.

You release a hearty laugh as tears well up in your eyes.

"You know you're not funny right?" He says looking at you with an unimpressed frown on his face. "So immature"

"Yeah you can say that about me but just know that was absolutely hilarious, but can you blame me? You're in need for some major humbling" you pour his drink into a glass with the sides covered in blue colored syrup and the rim covered in sugar. You top it off with a lemon and some garnish.  You have a goofy looking smile etched across your face that can't help but make the corners of Toji's lips curl up into a small smile.

You then place it in front of him and wait for him to take a sip.

"My name's Y/N by the way"

"I was going to give you the privilege of knowing my name but it seems you don't deserve it." He smacks his lips together "Also this isn't really my taste can you give me something different like-"

"Let me guess whiskey? Shots of tequila?"

He looks at you with a small frown on his face "Whiskey on-"

"Yeah yeah on the rocks. You know if you're trying to find a way into my panties you kind of suck at it. I'm not impressed" you turn around grabbing a small glass with a ball of ice in it. You feel his strong gaze on your backside, sending chills down your spine. "However I don't think I would mind hearing my name roll off of those pretty lips of yours."

He feels his neck grow hot as his lips curl into a smirk.  "I don't know why you feel the need to cut me off but let's make a deal."

"I'm listening" you say pouring whiskey into the glass and hand it to him simultaneously grabbing the purple drink from him and taking a sip.

"One night." He holds up one finger "If I can break you  to the point you don't even know your own name. You become my personal fucktoy and if not I do anything of your choosing. You should probably have me buy you  new shoes because....those are pretty ugly"

You scoff "leave my shoes alone and if I do somehow manage to become your 'personal fucktoy' how will you even contact me? I mean I could just give you my number for shits and giggles, block you, and call it a day or better yet give you a fake number"

"I have my ways trust me."

You quirk a brow at him "I'm intrigued, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh come on you couldn't have thought a guy like me would get into a club like this without doing anything a little dirty right?"

"Actually you do look like the type to be allowed in here. You seem scary"

"I scare you?"

"No I just said you seem scary, not that you scare me. It takes a lot to scare me. Even if you're threatening me with my life I'm not scared of you"

"Don't worry doll, I won't kill you"

"You make an interesting bargain. I don't know what's making me say this ;it could either be the masochism or the insanity speaking in me but, I'll play your game. I accept your deal only if you can wait the 23 minutes until I get off" you put your hand out for him to shake it.

He grasps your hand firmly and shakes it. Looking into his eyes you see an unreadable glint that makes your gut churn in intrigue, arousal and a twinge of fear.

"I'll wait but I do believe you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." he says with a sly grin spread across his face still holding tour hand.

You smile back at him and grab his hand placing a kiss on it "you're right I don't but I love the thrill" you begin to walk off into the different direction of another customer but not before you turn around and face him "Oh, I would also l love some red bottoms too" you say before you walk away.

He chuckles to himself downing the rest of his whiskey, still sitting at the bar.

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You hate to admit it but Toji was right, you truly had no idea what you were getting into.

The moment you entered his home he gave you no time to breathe. Putting his hands over every inch of your body possible. Pulling you close to his chest kissing you as he grabbed and squeezed your ass through your work pants.

"God I've wanted you out of this ugly ass uniform all night." he grunts against your neck while unbuttoning your black button-up.

"Well I think my uniform looks quite nice. You're going to stop insulting it eventually" you say rolling your eyes playfully while trying to stifle back a moan from the odd feeling of his tounge on your neck. He's sucking and nibbling at it, occasionally biting you with a bit of force to get a cute whimper out of you. He doesn't know what he loves more; the plush of your ass cheeks or the feeling of your chest in his hands. He's drunk off of your features, wanting to feel more of you, see more of you, right now.

So in a swift action he gently -not gracefully- grabs you by the waist and pulls you to his bedroom making you yelp as he pushes you on the bed. Looking into his eyes you can't help but cower at his gaze that holds a look that makes you feel like prey, that he's fought to get his hands on and wouldn't dare let you escape now that he has you. This sultry look causes warmth to pool in your lower abdomen, suddenly feeling lightheaded from the blood rushing from your head to your awaiting pussy.

You unbutton and tug down your pants then rise to your knees to tug off your shirt.

Looking at Toji you see his lips quirked up into what you assume to be a smile. Yet he has yet to say anything. Waltzing over to Toji on your knees you lift his chin up with one finger.

"Cat got your tounge love?" you place feather light kisses on his neck and his jawline gently nibbling at the flesh all while dragging your hands underneath his black tee grazing your fingers over the dips and ridges of his body. But what sends chills up Toji's spine is not the way he can feel your teeth against his skin, or the feeling of your cool fingers roaming his bodies; his resolve breaks when he suddenly feels those same fingers glide over his nipples and slightly pinch and twist at them.

In a swift and sudden motion he lays you on your back ripping his t-shirt over his head, leaving hickeys all on your torso, rutting his dick into your covered pussy. He hasn't even felt you wrapped around him yet he's already going feral at the sight of you below him, waiting for the exact same thing he's craving.

"'M gonna fuck you so good baby. I promise" he growls lowly into your ear making your pussy quiver.

Shoving his head away from you, you lightly trail a finger up and down his abdomen.

"It just dawned on me, I don't even know your name pretty boy. Tell me. Whose name should I moan as you try to fuck me dumb like you promised?"

Toji feels a groan build in his throat as you lightly hover your fingers over his bulge. "F-fuck, it's Toji."

"Toji. I like it." You pull him down and place a kiss behind his ear.

Toji hurriedly and ungracefully removes his pants and his boxers, then removes your panties. He slides his finger through the folds of your pussy feeling your dampness. He looks you in the eyes, takes that finger and plops it in his mouth, making you bite your lip in a low lidded gaze as you rub your nipple through your bra.

That night he promised he would make you cum more times than you can count, but by the end of the night you don't even think you were even capable of breathing properly.

He teased you painfully first making you cum around his fingers once and his tounge twice. With how desperate he seemed to get in your pants earlier you didn't think he could hold off from fucking you any longer, but to your surprise and dissapointment he waited until you both were painfully sensitive to finally give both of you what you wanted. Rutting his hips in and out of you until all you could say were mindless babbles of Toji's name. Then as you were both on your last orgasms of the night Toji asked the fateful question while balls deep in you.

Squeezing your cheeks he forces you to face him. Your calves on his shoulder with your knees pressed against your chest. You look down and see the creamy mess of your cum covering Toji's dick. The sight makes you grow limp as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck princess, tell me what's your name? Or are you too -shit- dumb to even remember it? I bet you are. You look so fucking dumb on my dick right now"

It genuinely took all your brain power to even muster up a single word, but as soon as you were about to say your name you felt a mind-numbing sensation on your clit, that made your mouth gape open, eyes roll back, and pussy clench pathetically around Toji's dick as he roughly and messily slams his hips into yours. Your orgasm washes over you and your brain completely abandons its previously assigned task as you mindlessly babble Toji's name.

Toji looks down at you with an accomplished smile on his face, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger now. He takes a good look at your fucked out face which pushes him over the edge stuffing the condom full of his final load of the night. As he ruts his hips into you he groans in your ear. Incoherently telling you how good you made him feel, how pretty you are, and how he's glad you're now his.

All you can feel is the sleepiness tugging at your eyelids as you doze off with Toji still buried in you, your legs wrapped around his waist and you running your fingers through his hair lazily. You both eventually fall asleep like that, forgetting to clean up.

The next day you were confused when you woke up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and sticky sensation between your legs. As you open your eyes you see a head full of messy black hair. Your sudden shift in breathing must have woken Toji up because as soon as your eyes met his green ones, you remembered everything. Especially how screwed you were.

He grumbles something along the lines of a good morning as he slips out of you making you wince from how empty you feel now. You roll over to your side to face him - well not necessarily him but rather his back.

"So you weren't serious about that whole fucktoy thing were you?" you say through an awkward chuckle playing with your fingers.

"I was absolutely serious. You didn't say your name last night did you?"  he says tiredly.

You feel your stomach drop. "Well no I didn't, but that's because- " you try to defend yourself but you're hastily cut off by Toji

"Exactly. I won the bet and you better pay your side of the bargain." you can just hear the smirk on his face.

"Toji! No fair!" you whine "You asked me while I was in the middle of an orgasm you jackass. I couldn't even say my abc's if I wanted to."

"How funny you say that because I can clearly recall you screaming my name instead of your own. Admit it sweetheart. You're mines now"

"But-" you pout knowing there's no more buts, so you decide to bury your pride for a little bit and beg your way out of his grasp. "Toji I hope you know that I won't come to you at your every beck and call. Your dick was good but not that good. I was thinking with my pussy last night. Can I just be a regular booty call? Please?" He turns around to face you and sees you looking up at him with eyes that would persuade his decision if he wasn't - well - Toji.

"Nope." He holds back a chuckle at the defeated look in your eyes.

You huff, "Fine I'll at least give you my number so you don't have to get all stalkerish on me"

He gives you his phone and you type in your number. Sitting up you raise your arms over your head stretching them with an obnoxiously loud groan, Toji can't help but look at your chest, seeing it rise and quiver as you stretch your muscles.

Climbing out of his bed you throw on yesterday's clothes leaving your underwear off and throwing them at Toji. He catches them a bit startled. "What's this for?" he asks sitting up looking at you gathering your belongings.

"I'll be back tonight for them if you don't mind. I have a few things I wanna try with you later."

This makes Toji grin at you. You truly were a catch. He climbs out of his bed throwing on his boxers. Walking you out of his apartment. You tug on your shoes and begin to walk out of his door.

"Not even a kiss goodbye? Hmph. Okay then." Toji says to you.

"In your dreams." You say before you glide down the steps and to your car. All Toji can do is look at your retreating figure and wait in anticipation for the night to come.

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Looking back you don't know why you agreed to his deal. Maybe to satisfy some sexual thrill you didn't know you had in you.

You genuinely enjoyed the early parts of the deal. Enjoying getting dicked down on a regular basis. He didn't really have an extremely high sex drive or was at least able to push it aside to give you some type of breathing room, but there were nights where you just didn't feel up to it and he was as needy as ever. You only wanted to climb into your bed and be alone to sleep after a depressing day at work. Unfortunately Toji doesn't take a no for an answer so after a heated argument you blocked him and headed to bed. His dick was not worth the headache.

Three days later at work; when you thought that you were safe; after days of living in suspense, when you were working the rush hour of the club and took a well deserved break to the restroom you felt an arm wrap around your waist and and a hand around your throat. You were ready to pull the taser out of your pocket and attack whoever had you like this but as soon as you heard his voice. Your heart skipped a beat and blood ran cold.

"Come on I hope you didn't think you could run from me"

"Toji- what the hell"

"Don't what the hell me. Did you think you could break our deal and get away with it? I told you you wouldn't want to do that and now it's time to face our consequences dear."

"Oh grow up Toji. It wasn't even a serious deal. I was just thinking with my dick that night. Did you think that this would actually work out? It's a dumb deal based off of stupid bored and horny words. Does that seem serious to you? Let go of me. Or are you going to kill me now?"

"I won't kill you; that's unnecessary blood on my hands, but I will make you wish that I did"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you ever shut up? Quit it will all these questions."

Suddenly you're thrown into the empty bathroom and Toji locks the door behind him.

"Get on your knees"

"No. I'm not doing this here. I'm at work you jackass."

"I don't give a fuck. You heard me. Get on your knees. Don't make me say it again." He was obviously growing impatient with you so deciding against testing your luck you do as told.

He pulls his pants down and releases his hard dick. "You know, you make me sick-"

"I can say the same about you" you grumble as you cross your arms across your chest.

He grabs you by your chin "I'm so tired of you cutting me off. Here put this pretty mouth of yours to use, because apparently it just can't seem to shut up."

He shoves his dick into your mouth giving you no chance to breathe, forcefully moving his hips in and out of your mouth.

"I was going to say, you make me sick cause -shit- cause all I can think about is how good of a fuck you are, how these ugly ass clothes hide the most gorgeous curves from me, and you just want to -fuck- you just want to break our deal and take it away from me. Well I say no way in hell to that."

With a violent buck of his hips into your mouth he shoves your face down to be flush with his hips. He releases cum down your throat with a loud grown giving you no choice but to swallow it. He finally lets you off of his dick after he rides out his orgasm.

Lowering his face down to eye level with your choking and heaving figure he patronizingly pats your cheek "Such a good girl. Be sure to come by my apartment tonight. " he stands up walking to the exit "and if you choose not to what do you think about getting fucked at the bar?"

You glare at his retreating figure angrily but the message was given to you. You felt humiliated sitting there in defeat.

You were punished later that night sent home without a proper orgasm but covered in his cum. You truly felt like a fucktoy. You wanted to cry from embarrassment and you truly began to feel a disdain for Toji.

Learning your lesson you never said no to him again. Either excitedly hopping up his steps or reluctantly trudging your feet to his apartment.

Which is how you find yourself in front of his apartment right now. Thermos in hand and a deep frown on your face. You just want to sleep you don't care about getting an orgasm or the stupid deal that he's so strung up on that would probably make him kill you.

Knocking on his door your head throbs at the harsh sound of your knuckles against the wood. A few seconds later you hear his heavy footsteps approaching the door.

"Wow you look like shit" he says looking your figure up and down.

You squint your eyes and tilt your head at him "I wonder why" you say. You shove your way past him and into his kitchen sitting on one of his barstools. "Do you have any  weed or medicine if you're lame? My head is killing me"

"Um, yeah. I do" he rushes to his bathroom and grabs some medicine handing it to you.

"So you're lame. Makes sense"

He genuinely feels awkward now. Not knowing what to do. When he would currently be feeling you up and placing kisses along your body right now is replaced by him trying to being as far away as possible from you.

Looking at your current state he feels a heavy weight in his chest. Something completely unfamiliar to him. He doesn't know how to describe it but it's pulling at his heart and making his stomach churn. He feels bad for you. He knows the deal is selfish and that he acts like a complete bastard when he doesn't get his way, but that's because that's how his life has always operated. The world has always been putty in his hands, molding it into doing what he wants in the way he wants, and if shit goes awry he can just leave it behind. However looking at you, staring into empty space while mindlessly sipping at your tea, he can't help but feel bad for you. Right now, he actually cares about how you feel, which is a weird feeling for him to say the least . He feels guilty and instead of abandoning you like he does his other problems, he feels inclined to help you.

"So Toji, what's on the schedule for today? A little fellatio or are you finally going to let me peg you?" you say breaking the silence.

"Actually no. I think we need to talk."

You look at him with confusion sewn onto your features.

"Let's go to my couch. I don't know how you're going to take it"

"If it's about wanting to end the deal I'm all for it, have no hesitancy in telling me. You're hot but nobody is make me want to jump off a bridge type hot you feel?" You say walking to his couch.

As he follows you to the couch he comes to a sudden realization. He knows why he wants to help you. Why he wants to care for you. He likes you. As in like-like. A romantic like. To him the relationship between you two has been more than sex. He likes going back and forth with you. Feeling your weight on his body. Having you to hold on the nights you didn't feel like going home. He made up that deal that night because he knew he wanted you but was too much of a pussy to even ask you on a date first, so he just used his dick.

"No Y/N it's not that, I just...I do want to end the deal but, I want something more after we end the deal." He feels his stomach churn as you look at him processing his words it's like you're staring a hole through him. 

"Okay. So as in something more. What do you mean by that?"

"I want to be with you Y/N. I really do. Not just intimately but romantically. I like you." He feels small underneath your gaze trying to reciprocate the eye contact as he awaits your response but wanting to crawl into a hole. He hates this feeling. It's silent for a moment.

"If you don't want to be with me after what's happened between me and you with the way I've made you feel, I understand. I just feel something for you and I can't deny it. Would you like to go on a date with me? I want to treat you like the princess I truly see you as. You deserve to be treated so much better than how I treat you and I want another chance. Can I have one more try? To be a boyfriend you deserve?"

You stare at him blankly, heart churning at the words he just said, taking a while to process them. The way he has treated you was all because he liked you. A grin finds its way on your face.

"So Toji, this whole deal was because you liked me and didn't want to ask me out?" you bite your lip trying to suppress your laugh "The big bad Toji was scared to ask me out?"

How could you figure him out like that?

"Y/n stop...." he's now pouting at your teasing.

"Okay okay I'll stop." You catch your breath "I'm not sure about you being my boyfriend yet, but I'm willing to go on a date with you." you say with a slight smile on your face. You look at Toji and he's grinning at you.

"But you have to promise not to get all possessive and pop up at my workplace for surprise head, cause that did really ruin my mood that day"

"I promise. I'm sorry for crossing your boundaries and disregarding your feelings throughout this whole thing between us. How can I make it up to you?"

"I accept your apology" a smirk spreads across your face "but I do believe you on your knees could help you make it up to me. Just a little bit though." you pinch your fingers together.

Toji tries to ignore the blood rushing to his crotch. Being between your legs seems more like a present than a punishment to him but he's not complaining.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead. Get on your knees." you nudge Toji onto the floor with your leg and position him in front of your legs. "I say i've worked hard enough today, so I'll just leave the rest to you" you sit back and get comfortable on his couch propping your legs open, so you are all that Toji is able to focus on.

He tugs on your bottoms and pulls them down revealing your crotch covered by a pair of lilac panties. He places a kiss on top of the fabric where your clit would be, running his fingers over your thighs setting your calves on his shoulders.

Kissing down your pussy he starts to make his way to your thighs biting and nibbling at the flesh. He sucks on the skin there trying to savour as much of you as he can. He looks up at you making eye contact as he pulls your panties to the side with his fingers and licks your clit before sucking at it, moving his tounge in circles on it. Reluctantly releasing it out of his mouth he covers you back up before lightly tapping your covered and wet pussy with his fingers.

"I would love to give you head on the couch but I say my bed is way better" your body feels hot as you just nod at his words afraid that if you were to say anything it would be a sad croak of what's supposed to be words.

He grabs you gently by the wrist and leads you to his room, propping pillows up on his bed so you can lean back comfortably. Hovering over you, he places soft kisses on your lips as his hand travels down on top of your cunt; gently rubbing ghost like circles on your clit. You gasp in his mouth and pull him closer; rapping your arms around his neck. Now he's fully crouching on top of you with his legs on either side of your body caging you in as you both place kisses on each others lips. He's still lightly rubbing at your clit but begins moving his bulge down to grind against you. You both release gasps into each others mouths.

You then roll over so you're on top of Toji. Palming him through his pants as you bite at his neck. "You're so pretty Toji. It just sucks you're such an impatient asshat you know?" You begin grinding your hips down on him, moving back and forth on the hard bulge in his pants.

"Cause here you are supposed to be eating me out, but noo horny little Toji just has to get his way, right?" You bounce on him making your boobs bounce a little and all Toji can do is watch in awe.

"But I think I've had enough of Toji getting his way. Don't you think?" You put your hand under his chin moving his head up and down, all while still moving your hips against his bulge. "So I think I should be selfish for a little bit and get my way" you crawl over him now positioning your wet panties over his face.

"Look what you did to me baby. Don't you think I deserve some relief?" it stays silent for a bit, but you hop off his face and squeeze his cheeks together. "I asked you a question. If you can't use that mouth to answer me I can always just fuck your face. Right?"

"Yes y/n, you deserve all the relief in the world. Can I please have you on my tounge? Please?"

You tug off your panties "Well since you asked so nicely...of course" you shove your panties in his mouth placing the wet patch right against his tounge.

You begin unbuckling his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his muscular legs, releasing his hard dick. He looks like he's about to bust at the seams. Tip all purple and the shaft housing veins that push through his skin. You lightly touch his pink tip making him groan through your panties. He's deathly sensitive.

You spit on your hand and begin moving it up and down his shaft, slightly squeezing it while twisting your wrist. You lightly place his tip in your mouth swirling your tounge around it while hallowing your cheeks, still moving your hand around his length.

Looking up you see him looking down at you with a piercing gaze, watching your every movement sending chills down your spine and straight to your awaiting pussy. You begin to move your mouth lower, wrapping your lips snugly around him. Once you have him all in your mouth you look up at him with teary eyes, and begin to move your head up and down, sticking your tounge out so you lick at his balls.

He still has your panties in his mouth biting down, lightly gripping at the sheets looking down at you through his eyes that have now gone foggy from arousal.

You continue bobbing your head up and down using your hands to rub at what isn't in your mouth, when you hear Toji's grunts through your panties bucking his hips up wanting to feel more of the warmth of your mouth around him. You pull away to his dissapointment but continue to move your hand up and down his shaft. "Fuck, you're gonna cum Toji? I want you to. All over my hand."

Even with your spit covering the lower half of your chin and dried tears on your cheeks, he still can't help but find you extremely beautiful looking and the dirty words that leave your mouth send him over the edge. With a few more thrusts of his hips he's cumming all over your hand, enhancing the beauty of your skin with his cum. His grunts are like music to your ears.

You bring your hand up to your mouth and lick some of his cum off of it. You then bring your hand down to your bare pussy and wipe his cum all over your folds, covering it in a white mess. You shove two of your fingers into you, moving them in and out.

Toji looks up at you drinking in the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, biting your lips to hold back your moans. You're a damn vixen, and he loves it.

Spitting your panties out of his mouth, he grabs you by your thighs sitting you down on his face making you yelp. Before you can begin yelling at Toji for catching you off guard like that, you're cut off by a loud moan leaving your lips, as he sucks away at your clit. He moves his tongue through your folds, keeping a constant suctioning feeling around your clit. It's absolutely mind numbing as you mindlessly grind your hips against his face as if you could be any closer to him. Pulling your top and bra off you squeeze your nipples and roll the bud in between your fingers, letting out another loud moan at the sensation. "Fuck! Toji. Don't stop"

He moves his tounge in and out of you slurping up the mixture of his cum and your arousal just to spit it back with a lewd ptchew noise. You feel your body go limp as you hunch over and support yourself up only by faith and your forearms. Yet he does not stop with the assault on your clit. He pushes two fingers into you and moves them in and out while swirling your clit in circles with his tounge.

The combination of his tounge, his fingers, the noise coming from in between your legs, and the feeling of your nipple being squeezed makes you cum around him, dampening his chin with your fluids, walls spasming around his fingers as he keeps pumping them in and out.

"Fuck baby! Too much!" he's still licking away at your clit making your body go completely limp from overstimulation, completely smothering him with your pussy.

Flipping you over so you're on your back he looks up at you. You now covering your face with your arm. He grabs smacks it away and pulls your chin so you look at him. Finally releasing you with an obnoxious pop he stands on his knees hovering above you, making a show of taking off his shirt. Your eyes trace the divots and lines of his muscles, leading you down to his raging hard-on, that's waiting impatiently to be buried deep inside you.

"Alright, you've had your fun love. I think it's my turn. Okay?" He grabs your knees and spreads them apart to have you completely exposed to the cool air. "Hold them here, and don't drop them sweetheart" you hook your hands underneath your knees holding them open. Toji looks down at you drinking in your features, loving how vulnerable and exposed you are to him right now. It scratches a weird itch in his brain that he didn't know needed to be scratched. Grabbing a condom from his drawer he goes to put it on but you grab it from his hands -ultimately dropping your legs- ripping it open with your teeth and sliding it on with you hands, fingers grazing against his sensitive tip.

Instantly as if a trigger was pushed he grabs your legs and pushes them against your chest before laying his body weight on top of you to keep them against you. He begins running his dick in between your folds, the tip constantly catching against your clit making you bite your lip harshly to hold back a whimper. He lightly slaps you making you gasp in surprise.

"First you drop your legs after I told you to keep them open and now you're trying to hide those pretty noises away from me? You should have a little bit of shame princess." He aggressively jerks his hips into yours still not giving your pussy what it desperately craved.

"Toji....please" you mewl into his ear.

"As much as I would love to hear you beg. You've been such a good girl today. Working hard doing what you need to do. I respect it and I think you deserve it all "

Now when Toji said all, you thought that meant him gently stroking his dick along your plush walls, hitting all the right spots softly, but you should've known better. This was Toji Motherfucking Fushiguro. When he said all he meant shoving all 8 inches of his dick inside you so your hips are flush against each other making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"FUCK! TOJI! BABY"

"Yeah you're a good girl I know you can take it." He says holding the inside of your knees while forcefully smacking his hips into yours. The sound of his balls against your ass ringing throughout the room.

He gives you no time to adjust, just wanting to feel you close to him. Trying to get deeper. You can feel him deep inside you rearranging your insides.

All you can do is close your eyes hard and take it. But Toji didn't even accept that.

"No baby, you're going to look at me. I wanna see you" he says grabbing your face placing a kiss on your lips. You force your eyes open just to be met with his hungry green ones. It's almost animalistic how he can keep up such an insane pace.

You look down in between you, your body rocking with the force of your thrusts making your vision fuzzy. But through your broken eyesight you see his dick moving in and out of you, a mixture of fluids covering his dick and spreading across your ass.

You smash your lips into his, running your fingers through his damp hair. Your tounge grazes across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth eagerly letting you in. It's a nasty kiss, you suck on his tounge eagerly and he sucks at yours.

The room sounds disgusting. His skin slapping against yours with deep claps and the wet squelching sound of your pussy sucking him in with an eagerness. Your favorite sound however is the sound of Toji's deep grunts and growls in your ear. They make your eyes roll to the back of your head bucking your hips up into his to feel the friction of his patch of hair above his dick rub against your clit.

He sits up releasing you from his clutches, letting your legs down, and in turn grabs your hips to rock into you slowly. Thrusts going deep and slow until he's hitting that one spot that makes you lose your shit.

"Toji, Toji I'm cumming!" you buck your hips up as your legs begin to shake. He continuously hits that one spot in you, still going slow.

He leans down to place kisses on your neck as you begin to see nothing but white as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Such a good girl. Taking it like I knew you could c'mere" he grabs you by the chin and places open mouthed kisses on your lips as you become undone on his dick. Babbling his name like a broken record.

He glances down in between you two and sees the ring of your cum around him and the way you tightly clench around him, your walls tugging at him to keep him in.

With a deep groan he releases his cum into the condom jerking his hips back and forth to feel you for as long as he can.

Rolling you two over he places you on top of his chest kissing the top of your head and rubbing circles on your back as your body quivers at the orgasm you just experienced.

He could stay like this forever but he wants to hold you properly not while you're full of his dick - he'll save that for another day.

"You did so good for me princess" he says while holding you tight to his body.

You look at him tiredly "Yeah I know I did good. One of these days you're going to let me top you until the very end and you're going to like it too" you pull away from him making both you and him wince. You stretch your body tiredly.

"I planned on doing more like riding you but I'm too damn tired now. You don't mind if I stay over right?" You say while moving to his bathroom and grabbing two towels and wetting them for you and him.

"Of course not. You're mines now." he stands up and wraps you in a hug from behind placing his face in the crook of your neck.

"Toji please, I'm really tired. Let's get clean so we can go to sleep" you whine.

"Fine. I'll let you sleep. You're such a cranky baby" he pouts grabbing the towel and wiping himself down.

"You really don't know how little that hurts coming from you do you?" you mumble while wringing the towel out over the sink.

"What was that? Don't think I won't bend you over this counter right now because I will."

You turn around to come face him. "Aww does the little grumpy baby need a nap? Come on let's go. I'll even tuck you in" you grab his cheeks and tug at them before nudging him out the way with your hip and pulling your shirt on to climb into his bed.

"You know what? I'm sick of you. I take back what I said earlier" he says tugging on a pair of his boxers and climbing in next to you.

"Aww I didn't mean it Toji baby. I'll kiss your boos boos if that makes it better." You say placing a kiss on his chest.

He turns off his lamp and shoves your head off of him. "Get away from me heathen. I thought you were tired? It doesn't feel like it"

"I'm never too tired to tease you love, but in order to shut me up I think you need to place a fat one right here on my lips" he hurriedly places his lips on yours

"If this doesn't work I'm throwing you through that window" he mumbles against your lips.

"It did fuckface" you say back deepening the kiss, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest.

You both pull away breathless. "Goodnight Toji"

"Goodnight princess" he says grinning against the top of your head as you both doze off into places where no man is allowed to go. 

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I hated this.

How the hell do you end shit like this properly.

I bet my kindergarten English teacher is so proud of me putting the skills she taught me to good use🤧🤞🏼

[honeymoonjin]

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: both non-sexual and sexual pet play, dom!jimin, sub!jk, sub!tae, handjob, yoongi and yn pretending like they don't wanna suck the souls out of each other, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

A/N: welcome back to my best boys ;;;;-; this chapter is being cross-posted from ao3. in the future i'll try and upload in both places at the same time!

DAY TWENTY-THREE

It’s two blocks of pure ice that wake Taehyung up that Tuesday morning. Before he’s even really coherent, he’s hissing and tucking into a ball away from the cold.

“Puppy, shh, it’s just me.”

Even as those chilled items that Tae can tentatively identify as feet tuck between his bare legs, he goes lax and accepts the body that wraps around his curled back. “Minnie,” he mumbles, and it’s so quiet that the older boy probably doesn’t hear, but his grip tightens anyway. “‘What time ‘s it?”

“Early, I’m sorry.” Jimin’s voice, unlike his thawing toes, blows warm across the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Missed you.”

A sleepy smile of bliss crosses Taehyung’s face for exactly three seconds, at which point he recalls the fact that he didn’t go to sleep alone tonight. Shooting up so quickly that his shoulder catches Jimin’s chin, Taehyung peels his eyes open to see Jungkook, awkwardly hugging a pillow to his chest with his legs crossed.

He bites his lip, avoiding their gazes. “Sorry, I, uh, don’t mean to disturb.”

“Shoot.” Jimin rubs his face blearily. “I didn’t see you there, Jungkookie. I should go-”

“No, no, stay,” Taehyung begs hurriedly, launching himself back onto the mattress and wiggling himself back into the curve of Jimin’s front. “Jungkook, um, you can come cuddle too if you want. I like being middle spoon.”

The youngest gazes back and forth at them, never resting long enough for eye contact. His indecision is palpable, but there’s a pleased glimmer too. “Is that...okay with Jimin-hyung? I don’t wanna intrude.”

Jimin’s voice is soft, his eyes slipping closed as he eases his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, arms snaking around his torso. “You can be a part of us too, Jungkookie.”

The words are perhaps more intimate than Jimin even realises, and in the vulnerable setting of a bed in the early morning hours, Jungkook’s hard swallow is audible, before he slowly puts the pillow aside and tucks his feet under the covers, slipping down. It’s not until Taehyung’s arm is his headrest and the other one provides a comforting weight low on his hips that he speaks up again. “Do you… do you mean that just for now, or… Or for good?”

“What do you think, Minnie?” Taehyung’s fingertips trace lazily over the bare skin that’s exposed by Jungkook’s shirt riding up. “Can we keep him?”

Jimin hums in affirmation. He’s just about asleep again, but Taehyung can feel his pleased smile against his shoulder. “Of course we can, puppy.”

The repeated nickname causes Taehyung’s heart to twitch just as his dick does. It’s no less endearing and special, but Jungkook is still perfectly awake and right there, and it feels a little confronting.

But Jungkook just chuckles, twisting around in Taehyung’s slack embrace to face him, eyes bright. “If you’re a puppy, what am I?”

Taehyung’s careful not to jostle Jimin. He’s begun snoring, nothing more audible than regular snuffling, but still Tae doesn’t want to disturb that rest. “What do you mean, Jungkookie?”

He scrunches his nose, thinking away. “Well, there’s Minnie and there’s puppy. I want a cute nickname too if I’m gonna be - you know - with you guys.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung begins haltingly, “Jimin calls me puppy because… God, it feels silly saying it out loud. He calls me puppy because sometimes when we’re together I go into puppyspace. You know; like petplay.”

“That’s not silly,” Jungkook says reflexively, even as his eyes widen and lips part. “What’s it like?”

“Puppyspace?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook nods eagerly, and the motion is transferred through Tae where they connect, making Jimin grunt and bury his nose deeper into the crook of his neck. “It’s so peaceful, Jungkookie. He takes care of me so I don’t have to think. I can nap and cuddle and play, without all of the stresses of life. It feels all warm and cosy, you know? I love it.”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in wonder, his fingers finding their way to Taehyung’s worn black sleepshirt, fiddling with the hem. “Can I try? How do you… how do you know if you can do it?”

Behind Taehyung, Jimin lets out a half-asleep groan, his nose pressing against the taller one’s back. “Of course you can try. Let’s just sleep for now, though? I’m sure Minnie can play with both of us later.”

It’s that promise that allows Jungkook to settle, nodding with a tentative hum and shifting down so that his head can rest in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung falls back under like this, with a heartbeat thrumming against his back and soft, even breaths tickling his bared shoulder.

--

“Hobi?”

Hoseok pauses, frothed toothbrush clamped between his teeth. “Mmng?”

“I don’t-” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat to dislodge the thickness that distorts your voice. “Can we not tell them?”

He bends over to quickly spit out the majority of toothpaste, but when he stands upright to face you again there’s a smear on his chin. “Tell them what?”

You blink. “Last night. I just… I don’t want them to- to pity me or treat me like I’m glass or anything. I know it won’t happen again, it was just…” Shrugging hopelessly, you give up on trying to put words to it. “I don’t know.”

The dom remains silent for a few moments, lips pursed in thought. “The chicken must have been bad,” he concludes.

Bewildered, you cock your head to the side. “Huh? What chicken?”

“You and I went out for dinner at this fried chicken place, but when you got home last night it made you sick. That’s why you aren’t quite yourself today. I’ll get Yoongi-hyung to make some hangover soup.” His eyes are warm, pulling you into a comforting one-armed hug. “Just the chicken, that’s all. Yeah?”

You swallow down the swell of gratitude and instead bury yourself into his safe embrace. “Yeah. That’s all.”

To his credit, Yoongi doesn’t ask questions, pushing all his concern into his cooking. The doctor all but feeds you himself, hovering with a furrowed brow and a napkin. Strangely enough, his fussing goes a long way in cheering you up, and you let the events of yesterday wash away with the salty broth.

Hoseok hangs around for a while before going down to do some laundry, Namjoon briefly jumps in to steal a spoonful directly from the pan, eyes never leaving the novel he’s holding open with a single hand. Even Jungkook stumbles in blearily at one point, nose first, requesting an extra two bowls for Jimin and Taehyung as well.

You’re onto your second serving by the time it’s just Yoongi and you. He’s pulled up a chair beside you, cradling a coffee. “I got a text this morning, you know,” he begins gently. “I can ignore it if you’re not up to it.”

It takes you a moment to process his words, recalling Sejin’s instructions the day prior. “It’s your day, then?” He nods silently, scanning you for any reaction. You hum, spoon swirling lazily in the dregs of your breakfast. “I’m up to it,” you answer finally, “if you are.”

“Always,” Yoongi replies immediately, voice bared and soft. His hand passes over yours, squeezing briefly, before he stands up and clears the bowls from the table. “Aspirin is in the pantry if you need it, blue container.”

You give him your thanks, left alone as he disappears upstairs.

Grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water, you track down the aspirin and take out two tablets, grimacing as the bitterness sticks to your tongue. While you may not actually be sick, a headache was beginning to bloom between your brows.

So much had happened in the past few days, you almost felt like you’d gotten whiplash. The early days of lounging around the house and chasing pleasure seemed so distant. Feelings tangled things up more each day, unraveling quicker than you can get a hold on them.

It wasn’t just you, either. You saw the way the guys looked at each other, how gentle they were, how thoughtful. It was in the little things. Jungkook’s laundry pile started featuring clothes from the other maknaes; Namjoon and Hoseok always sat so close together, even when there was room on the couch; Yoongi had started giving the others bigger portions when he cooked, even as his stayed the same. And Jin…

You startle when a door opens, glass almost slipping from your hands. It’s the unfilmed room across the stairs. You frown as a tall figure slips out, swamped in a massive pink hoodie that you’d never seen in the house before. A sleeve-covered hand reaches up to rub under the hood, dark hair poking out. Your breath catches. Jin…

He moves across the hall gingerly like his body aches, hand never leaving his face as he grumbles sleepily. For a split second, your mind entertains the thought of sprinting past before he sees you, avoiding the conflict that is no doubt upon you.

But only for a split second. Because the only thing worse than being confronted by him is not seeing him at all. You wait, instead, until he rolls his shoulders back, tipping his face to the ceiling to stretch out his spine. The hood falls back, exposing a serious case of bedhead, tired eyes, and sallow skin. But it’s Jin nonetheless, beautiful despite his apparent exhaustion, and your heart breaks again for being the one to cause this.

He notices you when his head comes back down from the stretch, and were you not in such despair you may have cracked a smile at the way he jumps. “Y/n…” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

Your mouth goes dry. Even if it wasn’t you don’t know what to say, simply bracing yourself for anger.

He doesn’t stiffen his features, however, simply watching you with melancholy eyes. “You look sad,” he says weakly.

Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him speak to you, and it takes you that much time just to process his words, eyes pricking sharply. “I am sad,” you reply honestly, blinking the wetness away. “You look tired,” you whisper in return.

His bottom lip trembles, before flattening tightly. Instead of responding verbally, he just nods.

The two of you sit in that silence for a while. Jin’s breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused as they slip past you. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips.

Finally, you can’t stand the silence. “Are you still mad at-” you begin, but your words die in your throat as you’re enveloped tightly by him, clutching you so close that your chest constricts. The tensed breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a sob, and your arms fly up to hug him back, just as tightly.

There’s nothing more than just a simple hug, but your heart is still full, almost overwhelmed by the cathartic relief of having him close to you again, his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands rubbing circles on your back, the gentle sway as he rocks you in the hold.

It lasts for an eternity too short, and when he pulls away you feel untethered, already pining for that contact again.

His eyes are swimming, though you see the way he tightens his jaw to hold it back. “I’m devastated,” he admits, “but I miss you too much to ice you out like this. I need time but god, I don’t want space. Can you give me time?”

You’re nodding hastily, sniffing as your nose threatens to run. “Of course, Jin. I’ll be here. I… I think I-”

“Don’t-” he interrupts sharply, sucking in a shaky breath. “Don’t let now be the first time we say it. Later,” he promises.

We. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, electricity thrumming along your nerves. You let that word settle you, repeating it in your head as Jin sends you a sad smile - but a smile nonetheless - and takes his leave, disappearing upstairs.

You decide to take a bath, in the end, letting yourself soak in the thought of “we” a little longer.

--

“So, what, we start barking? Chew on some sticks?”

Taehyung colours violently and Jimin sends Jungkook a sharp glare in rebuke. “Say less,” he scolds the youngest, before reaching up to run his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, breaking up the curls. “We just ease into it. Taehyung doesn’t use it for humiliation or anything like that, he just likes being taken care of. Isn’t that right, pup?”

Taehyung hums, eyes already fluttering as he leans his head into Jimin’s palm. The three of them had migrated onto Taehyung’s now-made bed after their breakfast after Jungkook once again mentioned wanting to try petplay.

Significantly larger than Jimin, Taehyung has to awkwardly shuffle down the mattress further to rest his head in Jimin’s lap, but Jungkook can immediately see the lines of stress that melt away once he does so. Jimin smooths his hand down to cup the younger’s chin, delicately stroking the soft flesh as if he were patting a sleepy dog.

“You’ll just watch for now,” Jimin instructs Jungkook without removing his gaze from Taehyung, “and if it feels right, you can join in. There are no expectations and no rules, only to respect the process and don’t disrupt Tae’s petspace. Got it?”

Jungkook swallows as Jimin chooses that point to lift his steeled gaze, brows high as he waits for Jungkook to agree. “Got it,” the youngest confirms. He gets comfy, tucking his feet under him and leaning up against the pillows.

“Such a lucky boy,” the dom begins with his voice like melted sugar. “Dogs aren’t meant to be up on the furniture. But you’ve been good lately, so I thought I’d treat you.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter closed. He shuffles slightly, stretching one leg out until his ankle dangles off the edge of the mattress, but doesn’t audibly respond.

Jimin chuckles fondly through his nose, hand running down to rub up and down Taehyung’s clothed tummy, which is now facing upwards. “Oh, pup,” he coos, “you must be tired after the big walk. How about we rest for a bit, and we can play later?” Instead of waiting for a response, the dom just gasps like he’s forgotten something important. “Oh! Your collar! I must’ve taken it off when I took off the leash. Never mind; Jungkook, dear, could you get me the brush and collar out of the bedside table? Bottom drawer.”

It feels like the very particles in the air shift when Jungkook is ripped away from the observer role and into an active participant. He swallows away the dryness in his throat to little avail and nods, fumbling with the drawer handle and pulling out a barely-used hairbrush and velvet dog collar. “These?” he asks redundantly, nerves settling when Jimin gives him a pleased smile and holds out his hand.

“Alright, little puppy,” Jimin announces, his voice lilting easily back into the candyfloss tone that all owners used with their pets. “Let’s give you a brush before we put your collar back on. I don’t want your coat getting matted.”

Taehyung gives a small, throaty hum and lifts himself laboriously up onto his elbows, tipping his head up to his master. Jimin pats his cheek warmly and calls him a good boy, and Jungkook gets a front row seat to the beautiful sight of a sleepy, lusty Kim Taehyung going pink in the face, a shy smile twitching his lip.

‘Brushing his coat’ is just brushing his hair, but even Jungkook can see that the technique is slightly different. Jimin does it slowly, methodically, line by line from the front to the back, then reaching around to the nape of his neck to give it a good brushing there - Taehyung all but shivers at each swoop of the brush - even folding down each ear when he goes past. Watching it is nothing short of mesmerising, and Jungkook feels his spine tingle, wanting to feel it too.

Was it too soon to join? He could always ask for the brush later, he decided. Though even as he reached that conclusion, the thought was slipping out of his mind sand through fingers, hazier and hazier the more he listened to Jimin’s lull tone and watched his patient movements.

“There we go,” the dom whispers, passing the brush over one last time to settle all the curls in their rightful place, “much better now. Chin up, pup; time for your collar.”

Taehyung’s chin lifts the minutest of degrees. Jimin waits for a moment, but the brown-haired boy looks almost like he’s falling asleep on the spot, swaying slightly as his elbows prop him up.

“Silly me,” Jimin tuts with a smile, reaching out to manually adjust Taehyung how he wants him. “Doggies can’t understand human words, can they?” Like a proud parent, he turns to Jungkook, grin widening as he sees the state the boy is in. “I am trying to teach Tae-tae some commands. Sit, lie down, wait. Suck. He’s getting better.”

With that, the dom grabs the collar off the duvet and fiddles with the buckle, undoing it so that he can wrap it carefully around Taehyung’s neck. The process reminds Jungkook much of what happened when his parents put a collar on his childhood dog: slipping a finger under the material to test how snug it was, shifting it around until the small dangling pendant was to the front, giving it a little tug to ensure the buckle was on right.

At the gentle tug, Taehyung practically topples, going lax with his face down on Jimin’s thigh and snuggling down, breaths even. Jimin doesn’t comment on it, simply humming in acknowledgement and returning to softly stroking his back and shoulders. But he does glance over to Jungkook again, eyes glinting. “Do you wanna come a little closer, hm?”

At the invitation, Jungkook almost trips himself scooting over, wrapping his arms around one of Jimin’s and holding it to his chest. Seeing the tender moment shared between Taehyung and Jimin had made him feel positively touch-starved, desperate to feel some of that sweet attention.

Jimin’s eyes widen in bemusement before twisting his hand in Jungkook’s grip and giving his stomach a little scratch. “Goodness me, little energizer bunny, huh?”

Jungkook whines, recognising that higher-pitched voice. He was being talked to like a pet, and the thought made his insides hot. He presses his face against Jimin’s shoulder, feeling the heat on his skin there too.

“No need to get all shy on me now, bun,” Jimin teases. “I’ve already seen that little friend in your pants. Well, I suppose he’s not that little.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around Jimin’s one, wanting to rock his hips up to feel some friction. He just squirms instead, hoping his need is answered. “Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin sucks in a breath. “Can this bunny speak, hm?”

Jungkook blinks, the furnace inside him cooling for a moment. “Am I not… supposed to?”

“I’m not telling you off, I’m asking,” Jimin explains softly, cocking his head down at the potentially-sleeping Taehyung in his lap. “Tae-tae likes to be non-verbal. It’s just preference. Would you rather keep speaking?”

After a moment of thought, Jungkook nods, then props his chin up, sending Jimin his best puppy eyes. “Minnie, I need you,” he pleads in a small voice, writhing against him again.

Jungkook’s fingers curl when Jimin’s hand dips lower suddenly, grasping his length from over the fabric of his sleep shorts. The pleasure is like a bolt that shocks his whole body, and when Jimin strokes him once, the texture of the fabric increasing the friction, the guttural sound that falls from his lips is more animal than human.

Jimin just smiles placidly, patting the throbbing heat once. “Does it hurt, bun? Want me to make it go away?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook’s breath is shallow with excitement. This feels like new territory, relying fully on Jimin to relieve the ache, too helpless, too stupid to do anything about it himself, just a dumb bunny with a generous owner.

“You’re drooling, bun,” Jimin points out, voice raspy with arousal. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook feels fingers at the elastic band of his shorts before Jimin withdraws. He whines, a pout threatening to form, but the dom just runs his fingers and palm over Jungkook’s mouth and chin. Then, when his hand delves in and grips Jungkook, he’s slick with Jungkook’s own drool, the slide wet and hot and electric.

He moans, but saliva won’t stop gathering in the hollows of his mouth. It’s like it’s impossible to close it at all, every firm, purposeful stroke making it harder to do that basic function.

“Noisy boy,” Jimin scolds, though there’s no venom to his tone. “You might wake the puppy up, bun.”

With a strangled groan, Jungkook’s head flops down, his teeth banging against Jimin’s shoulder. A thought floats across his dazed mind, of pressing his teeth into skin, lovebites to colour the bronze.

But his teeth don’t sink into flesh. Fabric fills his mouth. Jimin’s shirt. His teeth don’t stop, though. On the contrary, he chews on the cotton, letting it muffle the sounds he can’t help but make.

“Oh, good boy,” Jimin praises warmly, his hand speeding up mercilessly to pitch Jungkook over the edge. There’s no foreplay, no kisses or teasing touches. His hard cock is a problem that his master is kind enough to solve, that Minnie-hyung is making go away, and he won’t stop until his bunny has finally-

When Jungkook comes, his whole body feels it like an earthquake. Every muscle jerks, pulses so that his toes curl and his core trembles, the drool soaking the fabric of Jimin’s shirt now until he feels it run down his own neck, blubbering through the waves of it.

Jimin slows down after the first burst of cum, but doesn’t stop, only tightening his grip like he’s milking every last drop out.

Once the tides of pleasure have dipped back down again, Jungkook goes boneless, whimpering until the hand finally leaves his softening, oversensitive cock.

He’s panting, all of his body weight on Jimin to stay upright, and it takes a few moments for his senses to properly return to him, his heart still beating erratically in his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Jimin giggles elfishly, before reaching up to tap on Jungkook’s bottom lip with wet fingers. “You made such a mess, little bunny. Clean it up, now.”

Jungkook welcomes the digits, blinking blearily as the bitter tang of his own cum fills his mouth. He sucks Jimin’s fingers clean two at a time, swirling his tongue between them dutifully. It isn’t until he’s done and Jimin is praising him that he restores enough energy to sit up again.

Across from him, Jimin peels the soaking wet sleeve of his shirt off his shoulder, laughing softly in good humour even as his brows furrow at the weird feeling. Before Jungkook can offer up an apology, Jimin is stripping it off entirely, chucking it away and rubbing at his now-bared chest. “Much better,” he muses to himself. After a moment of letting Jungkook clear his head, Jimin turns to him, his dry hand returning to lazily card through Taehyung’s curls. “How was it, Jungkook?”

“Uh,” Jungkook replies eloquently, feeling the way his cock still throbs every few seconds in aftershocks. “Uh.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin states proudly, before sending Jungkook a serious gaze. “We’ll talk later, yeah? When your dick isn’t hanging out.”

Jungkook flushes, scrambles to tuck himself away, and the movement jostles the bed enough that Taehyung groans, craning his neck up with bleary eyes and rumpled hair.

The two sitting on the bed go silent. Jimin cocks his head to the side and cups Taehyung’s cheek. “Were you- Tae-tae, did you just have a nap in the middle of the scene?”

Taehyung beams sleepily, eyes still lidded. “Mm.”

“Tae! Are you out of petspace now?”

“Think so.” With a dramatically loud cry, Taehyung reaches an arm up into a deep, arching stretch, rubbing at his eyes once he’s done. “Mm, yeah, definitely. My foot has kinda gone dead too.”

As Taehyung sits up to rub at his foot, pressing his thumbs into the muscle, Jimin’s shoulders sink with a deep pout. “Tae-tae,” he whines again, “you know I like playing with puppy.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replies easily, though it doesn’t sound like he is in the slightest, “I guess I just wanted to destress more than anything. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”

Jimin’s face softens, his complaints dissolved at Taehyung’s words. Without a verbal reply, he just reaches out, hooks his finger on the neckline of Taehyung’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss, humming into it slightly.

The movements, the touches are so natural and intimate that Jungkook feels like he’s intruding. It only lasts a moment before they break apart to go shower, but it’s enough time to sear the sight behind Jungkook’s eyelids. Maybe he’d been allowed to join them in their scenes, even cuddle with them, but he wasn’t a part of that bond that tied Jimin and Taehyung so strongly together. The thought sinks in his stomach, and he decides to skip the shower, getting dressed instead for a long workout downstairs.

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When you knock on his door, Yoongi is at his desk, a pair of black-framed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He glances up, an eyebrow lifting in mild surprise.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You muffle a smile at his domestic getup - a grey t-shirt hangs off, far too big for him but outlining his chest and strong shoulders nonetheless, and his long black sweatpants all but cover his bare feet, toes tapping the carpet unconsciously as he waits for your reply. “I’ve been informed that today is your day.”

“Ah, checking in to the Fuck Hotel, I see,” he quips casually, slipping his glasses of and shutting the lid of the laptop he was working on. “We do have one vacancy.”

“Is that so?” you say, unable to stop your grin as he stands up from his office chair and rolls his head back like an athlete warming up.

“Comes with a continental breakfast,” he assures, before ducking his head with a sheepish chuckle. “God, hyung is becoming a bad influence on my sense of humour.” With slightly pink cheeks, he stretches out a hand towards you, before jerking it back and freezing, fingers curled and tensed. “Wait. Shit.”

You frown, glancing down at yourself, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. “What is it?”

“Hm. I just remembered my prompt, is all.” He takes a step back with a thoughtful furrow of his brows, clenching his hands into fists and putting them behind himself. “Dammit, I was meant to think of a game plan but I got distracted sorting out- uh- client emails.”

“Was this a bad time?” you ask with a light laugh, even as you cast a guilty glance towards the laptop. A month in and he was still doing work?

“No! No, it’s fine, it’s just…” Wincing, Yoongi scratches at the back of his neck and takes another step back, gesturing down at himself, and at the messy work desk. “I’m not in sexy mode yet. I look like a stay-at-home dad trying to work out how to order groceries online while my toddler is finally having her 2pm nap.”

You pause before an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “Okay, first of all, I think stay-at-home dads are very sexy, and I happen to think that you are very sexy. Secondly, ‘her?’ Why was that whole analogy so specific?”

Yoongi huffs defensively, petulantly throwing himself down to sit on the bed with his legs splayed wide. “I used to have a life plan, okay? But that’s not relevant now. The point is, I haven’t worked out how to do a good scene. I don’t want to it to be disappointing. Or, god forbid, boring.”

Your frown just deepens. “It doesn’t need to be an elaborate setup, Yoongi. Just fuck me. Touch me, at least. I can’t believe we’re still both wearing all our clothes when I’ve been very explicit about my intentions.”

You don’t miss the wince that flutters across his face. “That’s kinda the issue. Touching you, I mean.”

“You don’t wanna touch me?”

“I-” Yoongi all but stomps his foot, teeth clenching in frustration. “Of course I fucking want to, but I have to stick to my prompt, Y/n.”

Your mouth drops open. “So your prompt is that we can’t even touch each other? Doesn’t exactly sound very appealing for a porn show.”

He clicks his tongue. “You can still touch me,” he corrects with a dry gaze.

Unconvinced, you narrow your eyes. “Isn’t that convenient?” you question rhetorically. “Gonna make me do all the work this week because you haven’t organised it in your planner yet, Doctor Min?”

He glares at your teasing tone. “Excuse me for trying to play the game properly.” You swallow as his eyes run down your body heavily, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “If I could touch you, trust me, I’d have you dripping by now.”

Your thighs tighten, but you force them not to move. The last thing you want him to know is that you’re just about dripping already. “Sounds to me like you’re just lazy.” He doesn’t react, watching you make up your mind. You suck in a breath to hype yourself. “If I walk away right now, you’ll get nothing. Not only will you lose your prompt, but you’ll be stuck with blue balls. But if you give in and fuck me already, then you’ll only lose the prompt.”

“Who says I’ll even have blue balls? I’m perfectly comfortable,” he fires back immediately, tipping his head to the side cockily.

“Oh, please,” you drawl, letting your eyes fall to the sizeable bulge beneath his sweatpants, “you aren’t that big soft. Don’t kid yourself. So do you wanna get off, or not?”

His gaze hardens to stone, jaw flexing. “I’m surprised you think I need you for that. Aside from the fact that there are six other people in this house, I brought a fleshlight from home for a reason.”

Now that is something you hadn’t expected him to say. You freeze from your spot in the doorway, feeling heat pulse between your legs. Your spark of resistance is quickly fading, overtaken by need, so you don’t hesitate in firing back while you can. “If you think your fleshlight is better than me, then that’s your loss. Enjoy the bunkbeds; I’m off to do what you’re too cowardly to.”

“Have fun, sweetheart,” he snips, one of his hands sneaking under his shirt to rub his lower abdomen, fingers slipping below the hem of his sweats. “Shut the door on your way out.”

Feeling like you’ve lost the argument (and a little too horny to care) you have your final say by slamming it, thumping your feet with every step down the hall to your room.

Once inside, it takes mere seconds to throw yourself onto your bed back-first and shove your hand down your pants. But then, before you even dip into your wetness, a thought strikes you.

Pulling your hand out and making your way to your desk, you use your other hand to clumsily type in your password, and open a browser. It doesn’t take long to navigate to the page with all the paid streams for your own show, and with a slight flush you select Yoongi’s bedroom, impatiently punching in your credit card details.

After an agonising wait, the payment is processed and you’re brought to a private livestreaming site, a single window open in front of you.

The angle itself is strange, making Yoongi’s room look larger than it was, but you’re surprised at just how high quality the video and sound is once you bring it to full screen and slip your headphones in your ears. Yoongi is hunched over his nightstand, and you can actually hear the wooden slide faintly in the background as he opens and closes a drawer, returning to his office chair with a seemingly-transparent fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

Something about watching him through a camera in the corner of his room feels so wrong, especially as he palms impatiently at the tent in his pants, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous amount into the opening of the toy. You’d never been much of a voyeur - or, at least, so you thought - but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, blinding slipping your hands down your pants but over your underwear, simply pressing down on your clit to ease some of the crying need.

Oddly, the lube pours down and begins to drip out the other side, creating a dark patch on his clothed thigh. The audio picks up Yoongi cursing, and there’s no further preamble before he’s using one hand to hook down his sweatpants and kick them off to pool on the floor. The motion causes his cock to jerk up onto his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his grey shirt, visible only by a few pixels of darker grey.

He scoots a little down the seat of the chair and hitches a leg up over one of the arms, eyes slipping closed as the hand not holding the dripping fleshlight grips his own cock, thumb pressing at the head.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans lowly, the sound running through your headphones and straight down between your legs. His brows are furrowed like it’s almost paining him, but he hovers the opening of the fleshlight over his tip as if he’s trying to hold back.

Slowly, he lowers the toy down one inch at a time, until the lube is drooling over his cock. Finally, the transparent toy slips down over his cock and his hips jump off the chair, his knuckles white on the arm of the chair and the fleshlight as he growls and lifts it back off again.

The sight of him intentionally teasing himself is too erotic for you to stay unmoving, and you find yourself burning up, losing the headphones for a moment to shuffle out of your own clothes. You hurry as much as you can, grimacing at your sopping panties, but by the time you’re back in your chair with nothing but a bra and tuning back into the stream, Yoongi’s not even focused on his toy anymore.

It sits propped up on his thigh, with two of his fingers lazily, almost absentmindedly thrusting deeply inside of it to keep it steady as the rest of him swivels in his chair to open his laptop again.

You frown and squint at the tiny screen on the stream. Rows of fuzzy squares stack up, and while you can’t be certain the phallic shapes of some of the miniscule images inside them make you think he was on a sex toy website.

He quickly opens a new tab, however, and your heart begins to beat nervously as a familiar page comes up. One you’d been on just earlier.

With bated breath you wait, hands grasping at the meat of your thighs and clothed breast to hold off on touching between your legs just yet. Yoongi navigates the Bangasm page, going through the same payment process you did.

It isn’t until you’re met with a miniature version of your own room on his screen that you realise what’s happened. And it’s when Yoongi squints and leans in closer, before turning to face the camera directly with a bewildered look, that you know you’ve been caught.

Frozen, you watch the on-screen, Yoongi look back and forth twice, before slowly scooting his chair back on an angle to the table, so that the laptop is in eyeshot even as his body is facing the camera fully.

Your mouth is dry, but the fleshlight he picks up again is wet, so wet that his fingers glisten, almost slipping off the toy entirely. He holds it tightly, transferring it to his dominant hand and teasing the top over his tip, biting hard on his lip.

The squeeze you have on your thigh is almost painful as your core burns, but you’re too stunned still to move, watching him dance the opening of the fleshlight over his cock, never dipping it inside.

With a twitching grin and lusty eyes, he glances towards the laptop. Your whole body feels hot as you glance over your shoulder to the camera in your room, before looking back at the screen. He’s not moving, chest visibly heaving even as he stares patiently at the computer screen.

He’s… waiting for you.

With one strangled breath, you tilt your chair away from the desk, adjusting your own laptop in a similar setup to him. Eyes locked on the stream, terrified you’ll miss a single moment of him indulging himself, you let your fingers uncurl from your inner thigh and trail them down, wasting no time in automatically locating your clit, massaging around the small bud.

Pleasure flows through you like hot water, down to your toes. After holding out for so long, after being so aroused for so long, the simplest touch has your knees weak and your head lolled back against the headrest.

On screen, Yoongi’s grin widens, and he rewards you by lowering the fleshlight, the clear silicone making way for the tip of his cock. He doesn’t stop there like last time, though; instead, he slowly but surely plunges it all the way down until it’s flush with his pelvis. Your eyes fly open when the flushed head pops out the other side, and Yoongi clearly enjoys it too judging by the way he curses and grips it tight, practically panting.

Without really intending, your fingers dip down and slip inside, two already. You barely feel a stretch with how wet you are. Although the feeling of something inside you is nice, you know your fingers just aren’t enough, especially with the angle of you slumped back in your chair.

So, you chance one look back at the screen - Yoongi is using the tip of one finger to spread his precum around the glossed tip of his cock, but his eyes are firmly locked onto you - and walk on shaky legs to your closet, where an unassuming (and so far unused) black silk bag lies amongst your shoes.

The amount of time it takes for you to duck into the bathroom and quickly wash the silicone vibrator you have with soapy water feels like an eternity, and by the time you hurry back it isn’t the toy that’s vibrating.

Frowning, you hesitantly answer the call that’s coming through on your phone from a familiar contact.

Yoongi’s voice immediately fills the room as the pixelated version on the screen rests his phone on the side of his desk, not jerking but twisting the fleshlight in slow arcs around his cock. “Couldn’t get enough of me, hm?”

“Says the one calling me,” you offer back lightly, switching onto speaker mode so that you can settle back in your chair, “enjoying the view?”

“A little too uneventful for me yet, sweetheart,” he teases, and his breathy groan is timed with the Yoongi on the stream lifting the fleshlight up a little and plunging it down again. “How about you put that toy in your pretty little pussy for me. For us.”

You feel your core pulse at the reminder that it wasn’t just Yoongi on the stream. Any number of anonymous strangers could be tuned in right now, seeing you with your legs spread.

The only way to cope is to lean into it instead of shying away. You slide the black silicone toy through your folds to slick it up, sighing with every light pass over your clit. Once it’s as wet as you are, you press the slightly bulbous tip down until it slips inside you, immediately shivering at the feeling.

The toy is small enough that you don’t need any special prep, yet big enough that it was satisfying, and curved just right. It had been your old reliable long before coming on the show, and there’s something strangely familiar and comforting about feeling it fill you out as you push it in deeper.

“Fuck, there we go,” Yoongi praises, and you hear the wet smacking noise of him snapping his hips up into the toy. “I may not be able to touch you, but you’ll still call my name when you cum for me.”

Your toes curl, and you’re no longer able to focus on the stream, letting your eyes fall shut and your ears tune in to his voice alone as you work the toy in and out of you.

He doesn’t waste any time in joining you, and the resulting sounds that fill your room are obscene, him making no effort to muffle the gravelled curses and moans, nor the wet thwack of silicone that gives away his movements.

The noise is somehow even more thrilling than the sight, and the feeling of his eyes on you encourages you to speed your hand up, even reaching down to desperately rub at your clit with the flat of your fingers, shivering at the wave of pleasure that wracks through your body.

It’s not long before you hear Yoongi’s voice turn guttural and the pace of the flesh light pick up frantically.

You wrench your eyes open and gaze blearily at the computer screen just in time to watch the stream of white that spills up through the back end of the fleshlight and over Yoongi’s knuckles. As hot as the image is, you whine at being made to watch this through the pixels instead of in real life, and the thought of being right fucking across from him as he fell apart is enough to make you seize up in your chair, orgasm draining you thoroughly, with not enough force to squirt but dripping on the seat nonetheless.

You take the toy out once pleasure turns to the sharp tweak of oversensitivity and pant, fighting to catch your breath as your feet feel positively numb.

Coming down from your high, you almost forget the running phone call until you hear his voice come through the speaker again. “Have a shower and then come back down to my room. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

The beeping tone leaves you alone in your room, and you loll your head back over the edge of the chair with an exhausted moan, not without a grin playing on your lips. You wouldn’t protest to that.

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"FAMILY??" [DORI SAKURADA FAN FIC]

Pt.1 Pt.11 Pt.111

Pt.1v [wip]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Summary: Ila,Ace and Chloe discover's that Dori's Characters are in their universe,but not only those 3 will know..but the other's will know too..soon enough

Warning!: none

Genre: Crack

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ENJOY THE STORY

Everyone stood silently there in the middle of the room,Dori and Ila went to the couch to sit down. Dori gesturing his Character's to si down too,Dori wad sitting right beside all of his Character's while Ila,Chloe and Ace were in front of them all. Chloe's eyes we're focused on Niragi and Suguru, she tried to hold back a smile that was forming on her face.

She was smiling all because of her favorite character existing in her universe,every fan would react just like her..except for Ace,her curiosity got the best of her as she examined all of Dori's character's is curiosity. Ila being herself didn't say a word,she is right now too focused on thinking on how Dori's Character's get into their universe.

"Okay now,how can I explain this to the three of you?" Dori said,clapping his hands while getting up from his seat "Oh!,I know how..so..ano...yesterday I came home from work and well..got inside my house to see these dudes here" Dori said,gesturing to the 6 of his character's.

"Just like that?,you didn't questioned them on how they all got here?" Ila asked,arching a brow"Well I did,and they were all the same. They said they fell asleep and just ended up in my house" Dori said,going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn he made"So you guys just fell asleep?" Ace asked. All of them nodded eagerly at her "THAT IS SO COOL!" "I've Always want to meet you!" Chloe said excitedly pointing at Suguru and Niragi "well I would like it if you shut your trap!" "EEEEEEEEK!" She screeched almost passing out on the couch"gurl!,you Better calm down" Ila told her,while patting her shoulder"Oh come on Ila!,I know you're a Niragi Simp too!,you have to screech inside right?" Chloe said with a wide smile of excitement "well..i mean you're not wrong...BUT THATS NOT THE PROBLEM HERE" Ila said shutting everyone up"the problem is,is that why did they suddenly got to our universe?" She asked"true" Ace said crossing her arms against her chest.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?,or do you guy's already know who we are??" Ryuichi said,while petting Fanta that is on his lap.

[AFTER EXPLAINING]

After the whole chaotic explaining to the three girls,they all decided to hang out with each other..for example!,Niragi trying to avoid Chloe AKA his number one fangirl by running around the living room for some reason.

Ryuichi,Suguru,Mugi and Ace are in the backyard playing with Fanta,teaching Fanta Some tricks that the four know that dogs do. They even tried to train Fanta on trying steal Niragis rifle so that the four of them could bury it somewhere in the backyard as a prank...even though they are going to get killed after they got caught.

Fukami trying to flirt with Ila on the couch,as she watches the man's hand getting closer to her cheek,she panicked so she grabbed the nearest object that she could grab,and that object is Fanta as she held Fanta in front of Fukami's face as Fanta looked at him cutely and proceeded to lick Fukami on the face multiple times,which made Fukami scrunch up his nose in annoyance as Ila just wheezes in the background at Fukami's change of emotions.

Dori smiles at the whole scene as he was in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone.Fukami came in the kitchen, turning on the tap and rubbing his face with water all because of Fanta's slobber on his face. Dori just chuckled as Fukami looked at him squinting his eyes a bit annoyed "And what are you laughing about?" Fukami asked him "Nothing,nothing!..it's just that try not to flirt with her,she's Islam and in Islam you shall not date but instantly get married with the one that you love the most" Dori said with a soft smile "Wait..so that means will she accept if i propose to her-" "No!,no she will not Fukami. She already showed on how she doesn't like you and that she is completely uncomfortable on watching your drama" Dori said,putting the sandwiches on a metal tray while grabbing one to only shove it inside Fukami's mouth to shut him up "Have fun eating Fukami kun!" Dori said grabbing the tray and walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys!,I made sandwiches!. Come and get em!" Dori sat the tray down onto the coffee table of the living room,grabbing one sandwich for himself. Ila grabbing one,when she was about to bite it she noticed a piece of meat in there "Is this halal meat or did you buy it from the supermarket?" She asked Dori "Don't worry,I bought the meat from the halal mini market that you always go to,so you can eat it" Dori replies,she shrugs and bit on the sandwich.

When Niragi was going to bite on his sandwich, Fanta quickly took it out of his hand and ran away to his dog bowl to eat it "Oi!,I already gave you food!" Niragi said as he chases Fanta around the living room. Everyone laughed at the scene as they all sit on the living room couches and decided to watch a movie together.

[TIME SKIP]

The three girls said their good bye after the movie ended, Dori closing the door as they left.

The next day,Dori already signed Suguru,Mugi and Ryuichi into their schools. Suguru explains to Dori that,that he forgot the he was a highschooler,Dori didn't believed him at first until he told Dori tye things that he learned from his school. Right now Dori is in his car with the three of them plus Taketo in there too,when the three of them first saw the principal of the school,they though that the principal will question on why Dori's so called Son's look exactly the same like on of his characters from his drama's..but surprisingly,the principal didn't asked at all. So all its left to do is to drop off the three of them at their school "Okay,we're here. You three behave..Especially YOU yous mister" Dori said,looking at Mugi from through the mirror "psh! What about me?" "Do not be H#rny to girls,just do whatever a normal high schooler would do,you got that?..or do you want to be suspended,because this is the only school that is a bit far away from the house" Dori explains "Okay okay!,I'll try my be-" "There is no trying Mugi,I want you to just be normal..ONCE!,I'm going to kick you out of the house if you ever touch any girls in this school" "Fine!" Mugi said crossing his arms. Taketo smiling at him "C'mon Mugi kun,you can do it!. And make sure you get straight A's!" Taketo said Patting Mugi's back,him still holding his broken electric guitar "Can we get out now?" Suguru asked,looking at Dori from the passenger seat "Yes you may,just keep an eye on Mugi here" Dori said,looking Mugi then to Ryuichi "We will!" Ryuichi chimes as the three of them got out of the car,leaving only Dori and Taketo in there.

"So,where are we going?" Taketo asked Dori "We're going to my work place where I'm going to shoot as Niragi and Suguru" Dori explains as he starts up the car again "And? Why are you bringing me?" "Because,remember that I told you I have a friend of mine that's in a band?,yeah that. He said that he needs one more guitarist in his band" Dori say's again as he drove off from the school. Fukami and Niragi found their usual jobs,Niragi as a game engineer and Fukami works at a Café and a partpart time professor at a college,than unfortunately..Ila was in.

Fukami begged to Dori that he wanted to be a part time professor in that college,Dori was confused until he realized that Ila and her other friends were in that college. He knew that Fukami liked Ila,since the other day Fukami was flirting at her,resulting a slobbery lick from Fanta after that. Back again,Dori parks the car at the parking lot of the studio as he and Taketo got out of the car,walking towards the studio "So who's this friend of yours Dori kun?" Fukami asked as he clutched on his broken guitar more "You'll see" Dori responded "What if people would question on why I look like you,or maybe they watched my movie?" "Well,most of them Watched Even" "Whaaaat!?,that's the title of my movie!?,pff- Lameee~" Taketo whined as they both got in front of the studio's door "Okay..you ready Takehito?" Dori asked looking at him "Yup!,ready as I can be!,can't wait to see my new teacher!" Taketo chirps as they got in the studio.

They got in the studio to be met with stares and whispers,Dori noticed this and so does Taketo,the only one that is nervous between the both of them is Dori,while Taketo just greets at people with his sweet and playful smile. Dori gets annoyed by this and grabs Taketo's wrist,dragging him through the halls of the studio to the main one.

They got in the main studio to be met with then one and only Director Shinsuke Sato "Dori!- what the who's this-" "I can explain later,can you gather everyone so that I can like..explain??" Shinsuke nodded as he called everyone to gather around Dori.

[HOW MANY MINUTES LATER]

After explaining,everyone understood and started chatting with Taketo being friends with him. Dori just sigh's and sit's on a nearby chair as he looks at Taketo from a far "So..why is he carrying a broken guitar?" Dori looks at Nobuaki who asked him,Dori was already in his Niragi costume While Nobuaki is already in his Hatter costume that had fake blood on bus chest..a hole to be specific..a fake one "Well,he's a band leader. He plays the electric Guitar,it's broken because he threw it by accident because he couldn't controll his anger" Dori explains to Nobuaki "I see he has some pride In him..but ok guess he's just frustrated and and went back to his normal giddy happy self" Nobuaki said sitting besides Dori "Hey Nobu do you remember that you told me that you needed another guitarist in your band?..well Taketo here..is the perfect person to be in your band"

Sorry for the shooty ending...i'm tired right now and I'm trying to find some fluffy Niragi fics..i really want a pre broderlnad Niragi fic right now,but I can't seem to find one.

Can you guys like recommend me some fluffy Niragi fics? Thanks and love all of you :3.