#yet again... if only there was a foursome option...

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Disenchanted 5: Second Chance

Male Reader x Karina

Tags: 9k, anal, creampie, dp, oral, threesome

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Over the following days leading up to my “marriage counselling session” as I would like to put it much to Karina’s disdain, my feelings on the matter slowly turned from quiet apprehension to anxiety.

Throughout the past couple of months, sneaking around like a bunch of teenagers was such a turn on. The impromptu meet ups and rash actions, down to what went down with Hajoon and Yeonjun, all of it was as a whole, extremely satisfying. My affair with Karina was a rush of fresh air, the fact that I had been fantasizing about her for all these years only for everything between us to come to fruition almost felt like fate.

With Jaewook not knowing a thing while their marriage fell apart never really pulling on my heart strings, till now. He was bound to find out, there was not a chance in hell that Karina and I could hide our chemistry at the best of times, let alone while fucking. It was something I tried to mentally prepare myself for, a task that Karina seemed to have resigned to fate. I could tell by the way she acted that week, her only focus was her kids, career and me.

Jaewook was well and truly out of the picture at this point, he was, how did she put it when describing Hajoon and Yeonjun? He was merely a prop to satisfy her new found desire to be filled simultaneously, to feel the pulse of multiple men release inside her over and over again. The night of the foursome unlocked a different side of her, unchained and willing to settle for nothing less but satisfaction, she was insatiable and I loved it. I would do anything for her, even sacrifice a poor man’s heart and pride if I had to.

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I had a brief conversation the night before the meet up with Jaewook. It was for all intents and purposes, the most awkward conversation I have ever had.

“Hey... I suspect you have spoken to Karina?” Jaewook said, his voice was sombre, yet hopeful.

“I- yes...well- about that...” I started.

“Just- please...I...we...have run out of options,” Jaewook replied solemnly.

“I mean... do you really think this is a good idea?” I asked, hopeful he would reconsider.

It was a turn on for me to share Karina in this way, knowing I was the one who satisfied her to the fullest but there was something about doing this with her unsuspecting husband that made the whole ordeal wrong somehow.

“K- Karina and I have spoken about it, it was my idea, I’m thinking if we can get the spark back- perhaps...maybe...” he said.

“I don’t get it...there is no turning back after this,” I said.

My words were empty laced with a hefty dose of hypocrisy. There was no way back no matter what, I just did not want to get caught.

“It- it’s fine, it’s better than what we have now.” Jaewook replied almost defeated.

“I- ok...” I said caving in, knowing I was going to go through with it anyway.

“OK...good...say 6pm, I will send you the details.” Jaewook said with renewed optimism.

I nodded internally, putting down the phone with a sigh, it was really going to happen, this was actually going to go down.

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The morning, my eyes shot right open, my body prepped but my mind was still cloudy. Karina kept telling me to let it go, just let it happen she said. We were like polar opposites at this point, almost like I was the one cheating on my other half. I smirked remembering her outrageous comment a few days before. She wanted me to save all my goodness for tonight.

Basically, a vow of celibacy or anything sexual to make my release inside her that much more pulsating as she put it. She really had changed over the past few weeks, coming out of her normally composed shell, demanding what she wanted when she wanted. I loved her for it, it was an extremely sexy trait. Off course I followed suit, making sure I was primed to seed the fuck out of her married pussy that night. My cock twitched just thinking about it, the guilt from the past few days slowly being replaced by a hunger, a lust for what was about to take place. Feeling my phone buzz beneath my pillow I swiped it open only to be greeted by a scantily clad Karina dressed in nothing but some tiny frill line under wear.

“You ready for tonight?” It read.

I replied with a cheeky wink before getting dressed and packing my things. The drive up to the woodlands would take just under two hours, miles away from civilization, it was the perfect setting to heal...or in our case...fuck our problems away. Karina had asked me to stay a couple of nights, with the option of a cabin room or a more adventurous tent setting, I had chosen the latter, not wanting to be near Jaewook for the meantime as much as I could help it. After about 45 minutes I was out of the city, the winding roads welcomed me like a snaking entrance to my truth, my darkest desires. It was calling me, my mind almost in a trance like state as I pictured how tonight would go down, how Jaewook would react, his facial expression as I penetrated his wife over and over again. How long would it take for the penny to drop that this was not our first time? That I had flooded Karina’s cunt with my sticky cum many times over to the point that she would leak from her slit moments afterwards, on occasion going back to him, to his arms. It filled me with trepidation, yet at the same time excitement, almost relief that our passionate affair would be fully in the open.

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“Hey stranger...” Karina smiled as I pulled my car up at the cabin.

Jaewook was there waving his hand.

“No worries, we will all get time to get to know each other.” He said in jest.

His joke fell a little flat, eliciting a sharp jab from his Missus as I grinned awkwardly.

The cabin looked just like the ones you see in the films, dark brown decking surrounded by pine trees that lined the outskirts of the property. Despite its foreboding facade the inside of it was warm, a hearty fire was burning bright in the living room, with one of those thick tartan throws in front. I smiled inwardly at the setting, the wood burning fire, cozy looking sheets, it was a setting for one of those porn sets. Karina could read my mind, shaking her head comically as she hid her laughter from Jaewook.

“So... drink?” I said tentatively, setting my bags down by the foot of the door.

“Drink it is!” Jaewook replied, breaking the awkwardness, gesturing towards the kitchen.

“Karina, why don’t you show Minho his tent...Glamping I am told.” He said with a smile.

Pouring me a whiskey on the rocks, I took it straight down, giving me the much-needed kick for tonight’s events as I followed Karina out into the garden. It was more of a vast wooded space than a garden and my large tent was more like an outdoor wooden hut, its roof shaped in a horseshoe complete with working heating and a shower. This was definitely not camping, it was more like a posh outbuilding which overlooked the wooden cabin, having a perfect view of the balcony above.

“Thats...our room.” Karina said, tracking my eyes to the balcony.

The way she said our, making it sound like she was referring to me as she shot me smile before pulling me in for a deep kiss out of eyesight from the main cabin. Her lips tasted sweet, like she had just had a cocktail a few moments before. Laced in sugar, her tongue dove into my mouth, searching my oral cavity with her slickness as I sucked on her soft pink lips.

“Relax...” She said, pecking me on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark smudged on my face.

I smirked, shrugging my shoulders before sighing.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked tentatively.

Karina merely smiled, kissing me once more before squeezing my crotch firmly.

“Cum in me first...” she whispered, mirroring what she said to me moments before the sweaty foursome that kicked this all off.

She left leaving the door open, brushing her hair behind her ear as she stalked her way back to the cabin, the soft taps of her heels scrunching against the broken stone pathway. I sat down on the bed, the rustic looking accommodation giving off a strong nordic feel, like I was in the middle of Iceland. I had always wanted to go there, maybe after this Karina and I could go? I shook the daydream out of my head, hearing Jaewook call out to me from the back door of the cabin.

“Bud, everything ok?” He asked.

“Yeah... just- settling in.” I replied.

“Everything...check out, ok?” He asked warmly, popping into the room.

“It’s- perfect.” I replied, clasping my hand on his shoulder as I followed him back to the main house.

“Good- well...Karina and I were wondering if you would like to join us for dinner in a bit, I just need to pop to the shops to get a few supplies.” Jaewook said smiling.

His trust in me was astounding, leaving me alone with Karina knowing what I was here to do was either a masterstroke or a naive move. My thoughts were on the latter as I watched his car snake down the driveway and disappear out of view. Just on cue I turned around to see Karina, her pert rear sticking out slightly as she seductively removed her tight jeans, rolling them down her slender, toned legs, kicking them over to me as she disappeared into her bedroom.

“I need a refill...” Karina called out, shaking her wine glass at me.

We both knew that was not what she meant, she wanted to be filled in other ways as I entered the doorway and stared at her beautiful figure. The smoothness of her skin left me feeling weak at the knees, her bra already removed as the ravishing housewife sat with her back away from me looking back in anticipation.

“What will it be?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“The usual...” Karina replied seductively.

“I want to feel you cum inside me...” She whispered, biting her lips.

It was enough to set any man off as I unbuckled my jeans only to be met by her hands running along the length of my legs, tugging at my underwear, desperate to uncover her prize. My cock sprang to attention, narrowly missing her eye as I lowered my hands down towards her exposed breasts, massaging her soft mounds till her nipples stood at attention. Giving her perfect tits a firm squeeze, I rolled my eyes into the back of my head the moment she took me into her warm mouth. It was instant, my dick being deep throated inside Karina’s moist mouth. Her lips slurped at my shaft, sucking on my meat as she covered me in her silky saliva, covering me fully as my tip rested on her tongue, being teased by the suction coming from her full lips as I ran my hands through her hair. Gripping her head slightly, Karina tilted her face up at me, allowing me to fill her cheeks with cock as the mother of three sucked on my slick dick as sensually as the first time I had penetrated her mouth.

“You...eghmm...taste...mmphhh...so...mmm...fucking good.” Karina moaned against my length.

“Better than your husband? I asked with a cheeky look.

“Fuck my mouth...” Karina replied, as if to prove a point.

I rested the underside of my shaft on her slippery tongue while staring deeply into her brown puppy dog eyes before pumping my cock between her married lips. I watched in awe seeing my length swallowed up inside her wanting mouth, my tip excreting a few drops of precum on her tongue as I held Karina steady and fucked her mouth.

“Mmmphhhh...gluck...gluckk...gluckkk...” Karina hummed, taking my cock inside her luscious mouth over and over again, feeding on my dick.

“Fuck Karina...turn around...” I moaned through gritted teeth.

I slipped out her mouth with a delectable pop, all the saliva coating my length now dripping onto the wooden floor as Karina kicked off her nonexistent underwear which I picked up and held to my face, taking in a good breath of her moist sexual juices smothered on the bottom of her panties. She studied me with a knowing look on her face, hugging the white sheets as she lay on her front, lifting her leg for me ever so slightly.

I knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. The feeling of her brown eyes boring into my face signaling she wanted me inside her, deep and hard. I did not want to disappoint, pumping my cock a few times with my fist before spreading her slick labia with my fingers and spearing her married cunt with my twitching cock, stuffing her cunt with my thick meat. The feeling of filling her completely never got old, the hug of her pussy caressing my shaft as I thrust downwards and up into her love channel smashing my tip against her cervix. The force, rocked Karina, grimacing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as I punished her from behind, her slickness creaming all over my shaft as we mated like rabid animals. Sweat was pouring from my face and onto Karina’s perfect form, pooling in the small of her back where I pressed down, pushing her face into the pillows below, ramming as much of my cock into her tight cunt as humanly possible. The sounds of slapping flesh were permeated by grunts and wails, my balls crashing against her tight rear as I bent over, welcoming her tongue between my lips.

‘Mmmm...fuck...fuckk...deeper...deeper...please...pleaseee...ughhh...” Karina wailed, her face covered in perspiration as I cupped her breasts, pulling her to my chest.

She was basically kneeling upright, my thick cock still penetrating her precious pussy, stretching her gorgeous pink walls out as I fucked the shit out of her. Feeling her body gradually tense up, her ass was first, then the walls of her womb, followed by the trembling of her bronze thighs.

“shitttt...baby...babyy...right...there...” Karina moaned, gyrating her hips onto my groin as I bottomed out inside of her.

“Tell me what you want, SAY IT!” I grunted into her ear.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, she breathlessly whispered into my mouth.

“In me- cum…inside me...” Karina said wearily.

“Louder!” I yelled into her neck.

“Fucking cum inside me! dump…your…cum…inside me!” Karina screamed in euphoria.

Her body trembled in my arms, stretching and spasming in my grasp as I tamed the her, gripping her hips as I rammed my cock deep inside her womb, erupting with ferocity.

“Karina- Fuck…” I moaned exasperated.

My weeks’ worth of cum came sprinting out the gates, peppering Karina’s married cunt as I continued to feed her tight pussy my salt spunk. She flicked her hips in time with my thrusts as I continued to pump my potent sperm right up inside her slit, jet washing her cervix with my sticky semen as she milked my shaft dry. It was a mess, her snatch was overflowing everywhere, being pushed out with each pump as I pulled her close, seeding her womb and painting her uterus with my cum.

“Ohhh god...I can feel it running inside of me...” Karina said with a smirk.

Our kiss was deep and fleeting, hearing the front door unlock and Jaewook place the shopping in the kitchen.

“Honey...” He called out.

“Shit” We both said in unison, Karina smirking cheekily at me.

Karina’s eyes shot open in fear, yet she still held me close, giving me one final rotation of her hips to suck out the final few drops of thick spunk from my spent cock. Slipping out of her thoroughly fucked cunt, I grabbed my clothes, slinging them in the corner as the remnants of our love affair dribbled onto the wooden floor, Karina’s grool sticking to my thighs as we disengaged.

“Shoot...” I said, scooping it up and tasting her slick sweetness before she ushered me behind the clothes rack.

Karina flipped off the light swiftly, managing to put on her bra, albeit lopsided, before turning away from the door just in time for Jaewook to knock.

“Babe…you in there?” He asked, easing the door open.

“Hey- you.” Karina said, rather flustered.

The room was rather dark, as the sun had gone down already but you could still pick out her features in the dim shadows. Jaewook sighed, almost expectantly, I could see his head move up and down slowly surveying his scantily clad wife.

“Where’s Minho?” He asked, closing the gap.

“He went for a walk.” Karina replied convincingly, skirting away from Jaewook’s outstretched hand.

“I... have to prep dinner.” She followed up, trying to work her way around towards her jeans sprawled on the floor.

There was a strange tension in the room as I held my breath steady, trying my best to remain silent. It was clear to see observing the couple this close that something was not right at all. Karina almost seemed as if she did not want to be touched by Jaewook who in turn kept pursuing her for some semblance of closeness. It was an endless cycle that I knew only had one outcome.

“Karina...wait.” Jaewook said, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.

They were right in front of me, my face hidden only by a row of coat jackets and a few shift dresses. I could still smell Karina’s perfume on her hanging clothes, sweet on the senses assaulted by the powerful smell of her sticky sexual juices still smeared on my legs, I loved it.

“Jaewook wait, Minho might come back any time now.” Karina said reluctantly.

“Pfft...I mean we are all going to go through with this, what’s the harm in... starting a little early?” Jaewook replied.

I could see the outline of his hands roam her chest, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Almost as if taking the path of least resistance Karina shrugged off his hands.

“Just- make it quick...” She said, peering at me behind the clothes rack.

Even through the darkness, I could tell her face was more apologetic rather than anything else, as if she was ashamed to be doing this right in front of me.

“Karina...I...have...missed...you...so...much,” Jaewook said, his breaths getting shallower as I heard his zipper go down.

There was a slight pause as he held her close, spreading her legs shoulder width apart and easing Karina over. Just like the first time I witnessed them two fucking, it was doggie style, his preferred choice of penetration it seemed. Moving one of the coats ever so slightly, I peered through the darkness, Karina catching the glint in my eye off the moonlight streaming through the window. She took a deep intake of breath as I saw her facial expression change from uncomfortable to a hint of pleasure. Jaewook gently pushed forward, spearing his wife’s cunt in one motion, bottoming out in her slick, tight pussy.

“God...you are so wet...” Jaewook said, almost pleased with himself.

“I- uhhh...came...prepared,” She shot back almost immediately.

It was a sordid sight, seeing the woman that I loved being fucked by her husband, each pump of his cock causing my pre discharged spunk to flow so effortlessly out of her. The squelching sounds of his meat irrigating Karina’s sex of my seed as he filled her precious womb was oddly, a massive turn on. I could feel my member start to grow, unconsciously dropping my hand to rub my tip.

“Jaewook- hurry...ughhh.” Karina moaned unconvincingly.

He picked up the pace, the sounds of his hips smashing off her ass now all you could hear, drowning out his grunts of pleasure as he pumped his wife. Karina was rather unbalanced, rocking back and forth as she fell backwards on top of him.

“Wait, wait, just…just lie back...let me...” She said, her breathing a little ragged.

“God baby, it’s been too long... fucking ride me.” He said, lying on the bed with outstretched arms.

Karina pushed her ass out, sitting on his lap, rotating her hips and looking directly at the clothes rail. Gaining a bit of confidence, I stepped out slightly uncovering my cock through the fabric so that she could see what I was doing. We locked eyes as Karina rode her husband in reverse cowgirl now, straddling his lap and flicking her hips.

“Ughhhh...ughhh...just...like that...” Karina moaned.

I watched as Jaewook grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, stuffing more of his cock into her primed and well fucked pussy. Taking the opportunity with Jaewook being distracted, I grabbed Karina’s soaked underwear from the floor, wrapping it around my stiff cock and jerking methodically. Rocking my head back I could feel Karina watching me, her moans were getting loader as I could tell Jaewook was rubbing hard up against her cervix. Staring at each other again, I picked up the pace which she duly followed, riding her husband wildly, fucking more meat into her tight cunt.

The sight of her getting railed was hitting the right buttons, my balls starting to churn as I felt my cum travel up my shaft and shoot from my tip. I was quick enough to catch every drop inside her soft silky underwear, continuing to milk my dick of my essence while watching Karina approach her crescendo.

“Ughhhh...I’m- I’m...cuming...shitt...ughhhh.” Karina wailed, her arms outstretched towards me.

Jaewook was bucking his hips, pumping his straining cock into his wife. His hands gripping her hips as he reached the point of no return.

“Karina...baby...take it, fucking...take...it...” Jaewook groaned, taking all his frustration out on forcing more of his cum deep inside her womb.

He was still cumming inside her when I stepped forward, pouring my cum down Karina’s open mouth, pooling on her lips as she swallowed my load sensually, taking my fingers with it as I stuffed her drenched underwear into her mouth. Karina and I locked eyes once more, her hands spearing out to my crotch, giving my spent cock a few pumps before tasting my semen on her fingertips. I knew this was the beginning of a long night, seeing her motion towards the door while still flicking her hips and milking her husband. Ducking low and grabbing my clothes, I slipped silently out the room, making my way to the cabin to clean up.

I had no idea how long I had been in the shower afterwards by the time Karina came knocking on my door. She wore a sheepish smile on her face as I opened the door, only to be greeted by Karina in the tightest little outfit I had ever seen her in. Dressed in a white miniskirt and some sort of crop top bra, she kissed me on the cheek, slapping my balls, before giving me a cheeky little dance routine.

“Dinner in five, wear something- comfortable.” She said, winking at me before returning to the house.

I was in utter shock, this evening had been crazy already, in some ways more outrageous that the night with Yeonjun and Hajoon. This was with her husband... and he seemed to be all for it. Walking through the backdoor, Jaewook greeted me immediately with a beer.

“Hey man, thanks for... going for that walk earlier, me and Karina had time to reconnect...” He said with a sly smile.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karina said, as she popped open a bottle of wine.

“Nothing… just about our little warm up earlier,” He said, jovially.

Jaewook’s mood had taken a turn for the better, buoyed by his little fuck session with Karina earlier. Unbeknownst to him, I had already... how do we say it... pumped and dumped a weeks’ worth of my pent-up seed deep inside her marital cunt. There was probably a good chance that a few of my soldiers were swimming around in her womb right now.

“Well- practice makes perfect.” Karina, shot back in jest.

“Well...I think you enjoyed yourself babe.” Jaewook said with confidence.

‘Jaewook? seriously? time and place.” Karina replied, her cheeks going red as we caught each other’s glance’s.

“This looks amazing Karina.” I said, changing the subject.

The table was all laid out, a full-on roast, a bit heavy I thought given what we were about to do. Saying that however we would need a lot of energy so maybe it was the correct decision. It was a strange atmosphere at first, the awkwardness was palpable will we got to the second bottle of wine.

“So, Minho- are you...excited about later?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Who said anything about later, now is as good as any.?” I replied, winking over at Karina as I took another sip of beer.

“Easy, can’t have you throwing up all this well-prepared food.” Jaewook said laughing.

The banter continued throughout the night, both Karina and I eye fucking each other whenever Jaewook looked away. It was getting harder and hard to hide our chemistry as I offered to do the dishes, brushing Karina’s hands as I picked up the dirty plates. The look she gave me almost made me pin her tight frame against the kitchen table and rail her right there. We both knew she would have let me, irrespective of Jaewook being there or not.

“Ehh leave it in the sink.” Jaewook said, a slight slur in his words.

“Yes...lets...crack open another bottle in the living room.” Karina said, squeezing my hands discretely as she passed by.

The small gesture brought a smile to my face as I followed the couple to the living room, complete with a brightly lit fire and tartan rug on the floor. I remembered my first though of the setting, like a porn set.

“All we need is a camera.” I blurted out.

Karina looked at me shocked, her expression was priceless as she slapped my arm rather firmly.

“Ha…I love the way you think.” Jaewook replied, finishing off his drink.

“What do you say babe?” He followed up, kissing Karina on the cheek and pulling her close.

“I- don’t think… no, not tonight.” She said, slightly embarrassed and taking a seat on the far side of the couch.

Jaewook looked at me rather disappointed to which I just ushered my hands down signaling him to drop it. Karina gave me an appreciative smile as Jaewook sat down next to her leaving the single leather-bound seat next to the fireplace for me. From this angle, I could see all the way up Karina’s bronze leg, my gaze practically eye fucking her next to her husband which did not go unnoticed.

“So... here we are...” Jaewook said rather suggestively, grazing his hand on Karina’s knee.

“Do...you like him watching babe?” He followed up, taking another sip of his beer and drifting his hand ever so slowly up her smooth thighs.

“Mmm...hmmm.” Karina sighed never leaving my gaze as I felt a tug in my trousers.

This was it, the moment we had been working up towards, for the past week or so. Jaewook’s eyes were filled with lust as he leant over, kissing Karina along her nape, his tongue extending, licking her down her chest, freeing her left breast from her top. I could feel the tension in the room slowly dissipate, replaced my sexual energy emanating from all three of us. Studying every contour of her face, she closed her eyes, rolling her head back the moment Jaewook made contact with her sex, his fingers audibly penetrating her labia as I heard the slickness of her cunt squelch with each thrust of his forearm. Watching Karina, mouth agape, staring back at me while Jaewook sensually fingered her was one which would stay with me forever.

“Ughhhh...” Karina moaned gently as Jaewook pleasured her cunt.

“You see Minho...she isn’t as intimidating as you thought.” Jaewook said softly, increasing the thrusts of his fingers.

Karina had her legs wide open at this point, giving me a perfect view of her husband inserting another two fingers into her perfectly slick pussy, the way her lips hugged his probing digits were complimented perfectly by her soft moans and gyrating hips. I felt my cock stir in my pants again, unzipping my trousers to comfort my straining cock, eager to get in on the action.

“Looks like our guest is almost ready...” Jaewook said, his voice in a sex fueled trance.

“Lie down for me...” He said, kissing Karina on the neck and feeding her his fingers.

Lost in a drunk lustful haze, Karina lay down, spreading her legs for him as Jaewook positioned himself between her toned thighs. Her head rested on the couch armrest, face turned towards me extending her tongue in my direction. With one swift thrust, Jaewook had fucked his cock right up to the hilt, causing the couch to creak under the force.

“Ughhhhh...” Karina moaned; her eyes fixated on my raging cock as I pumped myself to the sordid view in front of me.

“Fuck… you feel so good baby...” Jaewook moaned, grabbing her by the hips and railing his dick deep inside her womanly cavern.

Each thrust of his cock bringing about a sharp groan from Karina who had now reached out a hand towards me beckoning me to come closer.

“It’s OK bro... come...have a try...” Jaewook said, pumping his cock into Karina once more.

Taking one last swig of my beer I kicked off my trousers and walked over to Karina’s face. Her head was overhanging on the armrest, perfect for what I had planned. It was almost as if she had read my mind, pulling me in close for a deep kiss before whispering in my ear.

“Cum down my throat...” She said, licking me up my cheek as I positioned her upside-down, head between my legs.

Jaewook saw this little interaction but it did not affect him in the way I thought it would. I was sure he must have known there was something going on with Karina and I by how comfortable we were in each other’s company, the countless stares across the room must have been seen by him at least once. Now a passionate kiss while he was balls deep inside her would be the final straw. Never the less, it seemed to spur him on, egg him forward as he intensified his pumps into Karina, fucking her cunt with reckless abandon.

“Minho...do...it...fuck...my wife’s mouth...” He groaned through gritted teeth.

Karina’s eyes were wide and longing, her breasts bouncing up awkwardly with each full force fuck from her husband’s. Reaching up between my thighs she wrapped her tiny hands around my base and began to jerk. Her thumb running circles along my slit whilst her other hand squeezed hard on my balls as I positioned my tip at the entrance of her mouth. It was such a sexy scene, seeing Jaewook thrust his meat all the way up Karina’s tight cunt while her face lay upside down between my legs, mouth at my mercy. Not taking a moment to process anything I pumped my hips forward, stuffing her mouth full of my cock till my tip reached her tonsils.

“mmpphhh...gluck...gluck...gluckk.”

Spit was pooling at the side of Karina’s mouth, her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft as both Jaewook and I pumped her from both ends, ravaging her pussy and oral cavity all at once. It was savage the way we pleasured ourselves without a thought for her comfort, lost in a world of our own as he railed her tight body relentlessly. Grabbing both of her breasts, I squeezed down hard on her nipples making Karina moan around my meat as Jaewook gripped her hips even tighter, eager to stuff her cunt with as much of his cock as he could. The feeling of Karina’s tongue lapping up my precum dribbling into her mouth was euphoric, her lips providing just the right amount of suction as I skull fucked the housewife on the sofa. I groaned at her touch as she popped me out of her mouth and allowed me to teabag her. Taking each of my orbs between her lips, then both at the same time, while jacking my slippery cock covered in her warm saliva as I continued to knead her perfect tits. Looking up, Jaewook was close, it was strange as Karina had always requested me to cum in her first. It was like we were thinking the same thing as I looked down and saw her eyes pleading with mine, knowing her husband was close she popped me back in her mouth and began to suck me with ferocity.

“Fuckk...karina...suck...me...” I moaned, gripping her face and fucking my meat deep into her throat.

She was gagging but did not care, eager for me to win the race to spill inside her first. Karina was good, her tongue finding a rhythm with my penetrative strokes as I pumped her throat, she sucked my tip on exit making my balls churn hard. I could feel I was there, running my fingers through her hair once more I fucked her face deep into the armrest with a loud thud. My cock exploded between her lips as a torrent of cum flooded her mouth, Karina’s lips remained pursed, sealing my seed inside her oral chamber as I continued to pump her throat full of my warm sticky sperm. The whole sight must have triggered Jaewook, seeing me pulse down his wife’s throat with ferocity he thrust his cock as far as he could into her tight cunt unleashing his load inside her twitching womb.

“Fuckk...babee...” Jaewook growled, his cock spasming with each subsequent follow through as Karina rubbed furiously at her clit.

We were filling her up at both ends, pumping our seed deep inside her pussy and mouth at the same time as she writhed in pleasure. Bending over her face I took her pert and sweaty nipples between my lips and began to suck, rubbing at her throbbing clit as Jaewook continued to thrust his cock inside his wife. My member was still between her lips as Karina continued to keep my cock as a prisoner within her mouth, not stopping for a moment in sucking me bone dry, she wanted to get me hard again. I could hear her swallowing with each suck of her lips, taking down my sperm into her stomach as I felt her thighs start to tense.

“Ughhhh...fuckk...minho...minho...fuckkk...baby...” She moaned as I attacked her clit with my fingers.

I looked up between sucks of her tits, seeing Jaewook withdraw his spent cock from her cunt as I felt Karina suck down hard on my cock once more, her tongue working wonders around my meat, bringing it back to life as she climaxed hard around my fingers. Fucking her with my digits with deep strokes, I basically scooped Jaewook’s cum out of her cunt as I fucked her face while rubbing deep inside her pussy, reaching her g-spot and applying pressure.

“Babeee...” She yelled, bucking her hips as she squeezed her legs shut around my hands, twitching in pleasure.

Her juices were all over my fingers, together with Jaewook’s essence which I fed into her waiting mouth. It must be the first time she had tasted his cum as his expression was priceless. By this time, I had already regained my hardness, slipping from her lips with a slurp. She looked at me and I knew what she wanted, kneeling up and extending her hands towards me. Picking the sexy ass up I guided her to the nearby wall, her hands on my shaft, jerking it. With a look of lust Karina looked at me and then nodded, raising her legs for me, before glancing at Jaewook.

Knowing what she wanted immediately I closed the gap, pushing my tip into her wanting sex with ease. Karina’s pussy juice and grool, together with Jaewook’s cum creating a thick film of lubricant for me to penetrate her aching cunt.

“Shit...you…fuck...me...good...” She whispered in my ear as she wrapped one of her legs around my waist.

My thrusting starting off slow, building in speed and power, I wanted to savor every moment inside her married pussy while Jaewook watched behind us. The pump of my hips slapping against her groin each time I fucked more cock inside his wife was such a thrill. Having Karina whisper sweet nothings in my ear knowing I was going to seed her cunt while her husband watch, turned her on to no avail.

“Cum in me while he watches...” She whispered repeatedly into my ear.

“Fill me up baby...just like that.” She followed up.

I picked up the pace, filling her womb with more of my cock as I smashed up against her cervix, my tip attacking, reaching maximum depth as I fucked her onto her tip toes. It was at that point I had an idea, picking Karina up and turning her around.

“Her ass Jaewook...fuck her ass...” I said breathlessly, pumping my dick deep inside her twitching pussy.

“What...umm...but...she does not...” Jaewook started.

“Fucking do it.” Karina snapped back.

He followed suit, grabbing her waist as I spread her ass cheeks for him. I could tell when he filled her anal cavity by the look on Karina’s face the moment she was stuffed by two cocks simultaneously.

“Fuckk...” Karina groaned into my mouth, wrapping her hands around my neck as her thighs tightened around my waist.

“Fuckkk Karina...your ass...it feels...feels...amazing.” Jaewook moaned, rolling his head back.

“Over there, Jaewook lean against the banister.” I said motioning to the stairs.

All three of us waddled over to the stairs as Jaewook leant back on the cool wooden railings. Karina knew what was coming as I pinned her back firmly onto Jaewook’s chest as he continued to irrigate her ass with cock. Kissing her deeply she bit my lip hard as I she held on tightly to my shoulders. Reaching forward I gripped the wooden rails either side of Karina’s and Jaewook’s head before ramming my cock hard and deep into her cunt. The force withdrew Jaewook’s cock from her ass, slipping out of her tight fuck hole before he recovered and reentered her asshole.

“Ohhhh...fuckkkk...ughhhhh...ughhhhh...” Karina screamed.

Her face was all scrunched up, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I fucked my cock deep inside her married pussy, her cervix taking a battering as my crown smashed repeatedly against her insides. The walls of her cunt no longer tight around my shaft, almost relaxed now, accepting defeat as I had my way with her, ramming my cok hard and deep into her wanting slit, stretching her pussy out while Jaewook thrusted up her tight ass.

It was a thing of beauty, perfect teamwork, all three of us working in unison, Karina accepting our meat, Jaewook and I fucked Karina with vigor as we pumped her full of cock. The noise of slapping flesh and groans rung out everywhere as I felt my balls churn once more. I could see Jaewook grimacing behind his wife as Karina moaned desperately in my ear.

“Minho...Minho...I’m close...fill me up...fucking...dump...it...in...baby...” She moaned in euphoria.

“fuckkk...minhoo...” She screamed, biting down hard and climaxing with two men filling her up.

I had no idea if he heard her say that, if he did, he did not care, too caught up in pumping his staining cock up inside Karina’s anal cavity to notice, his face now pent up, ready to unload.

“Karina...baby...I’m...I’m...coming.” I groaned, kissing her deeply as I thrust my cock deep inside her cunt one last time.

Bottoming out inside her womb I unleashed a flood of cum inside her pink folds, pumping my potent seed into her precious cunt. I could feel her pussy lips struggle to contain my load as I continued to pump her cunt full of my sperm, my sticky semen dripping down my thighs as I painted her pink walls white. All the gyrations set Jaewook off as I felt his hips jerk. He was dumping his load into her gaping ass while I fueled her cunt with my cum. Both of us unloading inside Karina in unison, jet washing her insides with our cums was as seedy as it got. Feeling her scratch at my back as she accepted both of our loads was perfect, her body twitching in my arms while I filled her womb to the brim while Jaewook filed her anally, injecting her with his sticky sperm.

The three of us stayed in this position for what seemed like forever before Karina slipped free of our grasp and dropped to her knees taking both mine and Jaewook’s cock’s between her lips. Seeing Karina suck on both of us, licked and drank up the remnants of both of our loads

“Take me upstairs...” Karina said, looking up at me while pumping my shaft in her right hand and her husband’s in her left.

Without saying a word Jaewook picked her up and carried her over his shoulders up the stairs. I watched, studying her rear and taking in the utter destruction of her lower half dripping with copious amounts of spunk and sex, smothered all over the back of her thighs and along her ass cheeks. It looked like Jaewook was in the best mood I had ever seen in a while as he turned to me at the top of the landing, waving for me come join them.

“Minho, get up here.” He bellowed enthusiastically down the stairs.

I ran up with a spring in my step anticipating the next steps on our messed-up fuck affair. As I entered, Jaewook already had Karina up against the wall, his face buried in-between her luscious legs as the sounds of his tongue working overtime on her freshly fucked cunt was all you could hear. He must have had my load smeared all over his face but it was too late, Jaewook was too far gone, lost in a mad lust fueled rage, eagerly sucking Karina to completion while she writhed against his face. Stepping forward I planted my lips on her mouth, tasting her tongue while we swapped spit. Moving behind her I lifted her right leg on top of Jaewook’s shoulder, giving him more access to explore her sex with his mouth. I wanted her ass and she knew this the moment she felt my tip brush her rosebud. Karina was still red raw from the anal fucking Jaewook had given her downstairs, his seed still leaked from her asshole as I ignored all notion of morals, resting my crown at her tightest entrance. Karina looked back at me, taking my lips between hers and biting down hard.

“Fuck me...” She whispered in my ear.

“Take me nice and deep…” She followed up, drinking down my spit as she pushed her ass back onto my lap, piercing her anal canal with my cock.

It felt tremendous, her tightness coupled with the softness of fucking Karina anally was immensely satisfying. Each pump of my hips spewing Jaewook’s load which rested deep inside her asshole to come flowing out, like a river of seed, dribbling purposely down her legs as I stuffed her ass full of my meat. The sounds of Jaewook slurping on his wife’s slit was getting louder, my thrusts deeper, stretching Karina out as she rolled her head back on my shoulder.

“Ohhh...aahhh...fuckkk...me...ughhh...suck...me...shitt…” She yelled, bucking her hips as her climax reached its peak.

Karina ground her hips hard onto Jaewook’s mouth, fucking his face with her cunt as I continued to rail into her rear from behind, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm contract her anal cavity around my shaft, sucking on my slick cock in earnest, begging me to fill her void. I was close, so close, gripping Karina’s hips tightly as I fed her my meat, ramming my cock hard and deep into her asshole, fucking her raw.

“Baby…” Karina moaned, to which Jaewook released his face from her cunt lips only to be pushed back down by her wandering hands.

“Babe...” She moaned again.

I knew she was talking to me, I knew what she wanted as I doubled down and fucked her ass harder and deeper than before, bottoming out in her anal canal as I felt my spunk building. Karina tensed her walls up just in time, sucking my sperm out the tip as I coated her asshole in my sticky seed, pumping wave after wave of sperm into her bowels.

“Fuckk...karina...” I growled like passionately, feeding more of my seed up her tight married ass.

Like a man possessed, I lifted Karina off Jaewook’s face and dumped her face down on the bed, fucking my spasming cock deep inside her ass as we interlocked hands in the prone position. Grinding my hips into her rump, Karina pushed back softly, gagging to be filled up by my load as the last of my cum fired into her ass. I rolled over, absolutely knackered as Karina regained her breath slapping my arm, smiling at me seductively, sweat covering her face her hair all over the place.

I could feel Jaewook’s eyes on us, leering at Karina as he joined her on the other side, rubbing eagerly at her red raw rump while pointing his tip at her thick lips. Just like our time with Hajoon and Yeonjun, Karina was beyond caring about their fractious marriage, the only thing that mattered in this moment was fulfilling her deepest desires, to be filled repeatedly and fucked long and hard, like one massive mating ritual. She opened her mouth, accepting Jaewook’s cock between her lips and began to suck.

“Ohhhh...Karina...just...like...that...” He moaned, smiling over to me.

Running his fingers through her hair he forced her mouth deeper onto his length fucking right into her moist gullet as he fed his wife more of his meat. The slurps from Karina’s mouth were infectious, goading me on to filing her from the other side once more as I ran my finger up her moist labia, slipping my fingers deep into her cunt while she sucked her husband. Her nectar was all over my digits, translucent grool sticking to my palms as I penetrated her cunt over and over again, finding her g-spot once more and stroking her with rapid flicks of my finger.

“Yesshmmm...” Karina moaned, on Jaewook’s cock, feeling me invade her cunt with my fingers.

Gyrating her hips on my palms I looked up at Jaewook who had a grin on his face, savoring his wife’s lips wrapped around his shaft. I placed my spare hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take him into her throat as she looked at me alarmed, eyes watering.

“God you are a bad one Minho.” Jaewook said chuckling as Karina shot me the dirtiest look before sucking down hard on his cock once more.

“Let me cum down your throat baby.” He moaned, thrusting into Karina’s mouth with rapid pumps.

She shook her head, comically smiling at me around Jaewook’s meat.

“Uhhhh...uhhhhh.” Karina moaned, releasing Jaewook from her mouth and jacking his cock.

The look on his face was one of disappointment laced in a bit of jealousy as he looked at me, Karina massaging my sack with her fingers.

“But...you let him unload in your mouth, I’m your husband...” Jaewook said, his voice showing a growing tone of annoyance.

Karina shot me a look of concern at the abrupt turn of events before I chirped in quickly.

“Mate I probably put her off with my taste, besides I basically had her pinned down at the time.” I said laughing awkwardly.

“I guess...” He replied, distracted by Karina pressing his slit with her thumb.

I looked at Karina slightly relieved, with danger averted for now, she took it in turns blowing Jaewook and I while frigging her sopping wet sex.

“God Karina you suck me so good.” I groaned, fucking her face gently with my cock.

“She sure knows what she’s doing.” Jaewook said breathlessly.

“Mmmmm.” Karina replied spreading her warm spittle along my length while pleasuring me with her lips.

“Dance for us...” Jaewook said, suddenly, taking a step back and sitting on the foot of the bed.

Giving me one last, long suck, Karina took me into the back of her throat, nibbling at my crown on exit before slipping me out of her warm mouth and standing up. Karina had something about her tonight, a hunger that grew as the night went on, right now she looked insatiable, her lips pursed as she swayed her body in a trance like slither, swaying to the music playing in her head.

Jaewook and I gave our full attention as Karina gyrated in front of us, reaching out with both bands and jerking slowly at our erect cocks, straining to be inside her once more. Glancing over at Jaewook, he wore the same face that I saw when Karina was riding him earlier tonight, a lustful anger that I could not explain. Partially due to the frustration he faced when doing anything he wanted with Karina physically that was, always rebuffed in some way or another. With me she was as free as a bird, allowing me to take her any which way I pleased, in her mouth, pussy or ass, I was spoilt always for choice.

“Karina baby, do me like you did earlier...” Jaewook said subtly.

She glanced over at me smiling, which I returned in kind, remembering the semen soaked panties I stuffed in her mouth while she climaxed on her husband’s spurting cock a few hours ago. Turning around seductively, Karina gave us one final wink before lining herself up with Jaewook’s throbbing cock. In one fluid motion the sexy housewife opened her legs and dipped her body down upon her husband’s cock, impaling her slippery cunt on his meat till she bottomed out.

“Ohhh...god...” Karina mewed, feeling Jaewook fill her unfaithful pussy.

I had lost count on how many times she had been seeded, how many times I had dumped my cum deep inside her married pussy, fired into her uterus and pumped into her cunt. Just seeing her with Jaewook knowing I was the one she wanted drove me insane. Their position was different from earlier with Karina leaning back placing her hands on Jaewook’s chest. His palms supporting her weight, gripping Karina tightly by the waist as he pumped his dick right up into her tight cunt.

“Fuck baby you feel better than ever...” Jaewook growled, ramming his cock deep inside his wife.

The slap of his balls against her slit really got me going as I planted on long kiss on her mouth, tasting her spit between my lips. Stalking her like a tiger, I walked over till I was between her legs, watching Jaewook penetrate her perfect pussy over and over again. The smell of sex and fresh grool was in the air along with cums oozing out of Karina’s ass crack and cunt. Looking at her seductively, she knew she was about to get well and truly fucked, my tip grazing her throbbing clit as I fisted my cock head a few times to get myself nice and hard.

“You ever taken two cock inside your pussy at the same time Karina?” I asked in a sinister tone.

Her eyes shot wide open, mouth unable to protest as Jaewook continued pumping her cunt with his meat, gripping her waist and thrusting as far as he could go within her pink walls. I kissed her once more, squeezing down hard on her breasts as I lined myself up with her slit, Jaewook still fucking her nice and deep. Without a moment’s hesitation I pushed forward, feeling the walls of Karina stretch out, my cock was sliding up against Jaewook, a surreal sensation no doubt. In the cold light of day, I would never even contemplate it, but looking at Karina, in this moment, I wanted to fill her out, stretch her cunt as much as possible, stuff her with as much meat as she could take.

“Aawww...ahhhhh...godd...ughhhhhhh” Karina grimaced as I pushed halfway in.

Jaewook gripped her even tighter, figuring out he was not the only one inside her pussy right now as I also invaded her space, deciding to bury his cock right up inside her womb as we jostled for position. It was a tight squeeze, I could see her labia engulfing mine and Jaewook’s cock’s, we were splitting her cunt in half. With one final thrust I was in, balls deep. Both Jaewook and I resumed our pumping, smashing her cervix with the tips of our cock’s in unison as we filled her womb with our meat.

“Ughh...wait...Guys...UGHHHHH”. Karina screamed.

Her face was all screwed up, hands wavering under the increasing pressure of both Jaewook and I drilling her cunt mercilessly. The slaps of my balls against her red raw pussy now causing her to hyperventilate as I gripped her breasts and kissed her deep, forcing my tongue into her mouth and thrusting my meat deep inside her womb. Karina had now collapsed on top of Jaewook almost like a rag doll as we had our way with her. Every time he pumped more meat into her pussy I followed soon after, double stuffing her vagina, stretching her to the limit. Karina and I locked eyes in this moment, her face glazed over in lust as my palms massaged her abused clitoris while penetrating her depths.

“Cum for me...” I whispered into her ear, increasing the thrusts of my cock into her pussy as Jaewook doubled down on his pumps.

“UIghhhhh...ahhhhh...ohhh...shit...shittt...ahhhhh” Karina screamed.

Her legs were shaking, her pussy just taking the mass penetration. Feeling her walls finally contract around our shafts, she nearly passed out, shaking in pleasure as her cunt creamed all over our member’s, coating us both in her luscious nectar as I felt my balls pulse.

“Karina...Karina...keep...going...” I said gritting my teeth.

She pulled me close, gyrating her spasming cunt to take us both in.

“Knocked me the fuck up...” She whispered.

It was all I needed to hear, thrusting my cock deep inside her walls as I bottomed out against her battered cervix, my cock exploding inside her as I coated her walls white. Wave after wave of my sperm poured out into her welcoming cunt, seeding her married pussy as my pulsing dick seemed to trigger Jaewook. He started unloading too, spraying his warm sticky cum inside Karina’s well fucked pussy. Spurt after spurt, both from Jaewook and myself, peppered her unfaithful womb as we flooded her with our warm cums, seeding her cunt as she reveled in the feeling of being pumped full of sperm. We were fuel injecting her pussy for a good five minutes, never stopping in thrusting into her womb as we eventually came to a stop, Jaewook slipping out first to a torrent of cum cascading out of her slit. We were spent, Jaewook was finished, eventually falling asleep on the far side of the bed.

It was in this moment that Karina and I knew the truth, it was truly over between her and Jaewook, this was almost like the final goodbye, only he was not aware of it. Karina looked at me longingly, her face tired, body used and abused. Yet despite this she managed to crawl into my arms and kiss me gently, taking me into her mouth as I caressed her shaking body while Jaewook slept beside us.

“Thank you...” She said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For doing this, for him, for me...this is it, my parting gift for him...my goodbye...” She replied.

There was a hint of sorrow in her eyes at all the years that they were together which I washed away the moment my lips touched hers once more. Stroking her inner thighs she barely registered I was inside her again, scooping out the messy cum oozing out her slit.

“I guess this is your Truth and Reconciliation.” I mused, kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She said, looking at me playfully.

“What...you want more?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Well...he’s asleep...so…” Karina replied.

“So…?” I asked, amused.

“So... cum down my throat while he’s not watching already.” She said devilishly.

With that, she was on my cock again kissing me down my chest ever so slowly, slurping down my meat between her lips as her tongue lapped up the remnants of my cum, previously released inside her married cunt. Running my fingers through her head while I fed her my straining cock, I reveled in the feeling of her tongue the underside of my shaft, teasing me with each lick.

“Take it...Karina...all...the...way...” I moaned, letting her gorge on my cock.

“Mmmmm...” She moaned around my cock.

Her soft hands massaged my balls in a calculating manner, squeezing my sack softly to elicit my precum to release onto her soft tongue. Each bob of her head allowed me to fuck her face deeper, glancing over to Jaewook sleeping peacefully, unknowingly next to the man who would be pumping his cum down his woman’s throat any second now. It was something she never did for him, ever, a fact I always loved as I cupped her face tenderly.

“You close...?” She asked between slurps.

“Ughhh...yeah...just...a little...more...” I moaned.

“Dump your load in my throat...fuck my mouth...” Karina replied, looking up at me wantonly.

I gripped her face and did just that, pushing my meat all the way down her gullet before releasing my seed into her mouth.

“MMmmm...mmghhhfff.” Karina moaned, taking my sperm into her stomach.

She kept sucking, her lips never relenting as she drank down my sperm with an unmatched appetite. I could tell she loved the fact that Jaewook was right next to us as she kept looking at him while sucking on my spurting dick.

“You suck me so good.” I sighed.

Stroking her face, she showed me the mess I had made in her mouth before swallowing my sticky semen in one go.

“I guess...we better tell him...” I said, with a cheeky smile.

“Hmmm...tomorrow...tonight I want you to fuck me some more...” Karina said seductively, jerking my spent cock in her hands.

[monster-match-if]

Hm, so locking in with a single RO at some point is required? Despite the fact that multiple ROs are not monogamous?

Hmm Kind of, depending on how you look at it. The lock is "natural" on one hand, because it will be the final recoupling where MC will choose who to finish the show with. Same for the other contestants, they all fooled around and are settled in their end game couples. There won't be a lot of "chances" to have multiple hookups from then on. On the other hand, the idea is that the ROs will fall in love with MC, or at least whatever it is it one can fall into in a matter of a few weeks, lol. but this looks a bit different for each of them...

I think for Ragnar (werewolf) it is pretty straight forward, F MC and him are loyal from beginning to end or MC is locked out of the route. Sei (naga) will demand MC not do the deed anymore with anyone else in week 3-ish. At this point MC can either agree or can break up with him and pursue the RO they are coupled with instead. For Eli (elf) and Kitai (kitsune), they'll see it as MC exploring options until week 4, but then they won't be all that willing or accepting of fooling around. They are both on the show to find love and ✨The One✨, but they also understand it's early days, and that it's a dating show, and MC wants/needs to get to know everyone. Morgan (vampire) and Fion (cecaelia) are a bit more open about it, and are part of the options for the foursomes, but the final week is the time to either get more couply vibes or charm the public on the final stretch of the show. They are fine with bringing others in the bedroom together but not for MC to just go and hook up alone. And if MC doesn't want this, they don't either, MC is enough. And again, at this point the others are also settled into their endgame couples or MC has broken things off whin Sei, so not a lot of options for this either way in game in week 4. Everyone is free to HC what the relationship looks after this when there are no cameras and people voting. Blake (incubus/succubus) is the only one who, as part of their nature, can't only feed on MC unless they'll kill them. The game won't go beyond the show's finale, but the relationship with them will always be an open one due to this. But the principle applies to them as well with the final week, they'll only be snaking on 😂 Now, MC is another creature altogether 😂MC can be in it just for the money or fame and not actually love any of them. They can "run off" with the cash prize at the end alone (or split it, but still go alone). But for that, they'll still need to play a role to charm the public and win. Keep in mind the imaginary public will be voting for their favorite couple😅 I haven't gotten so far with the planning yet, but there will probably be a "What are your plans for the future?" type of question at the end where MC can choose where life will take them next.

Hope this makes sense 🤭

[elvisabutler]

a pelvis and some milk walk into a bar

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo and any combo of those four you can manage word count: 4720 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). foursome. double penetration. multiple orgasms. mild overstimulation. clit pinching. nipple play. marking/biting. oral ( female receiving. male receiving, implied future. ). fingering. clit play. bit of dirty talk. everyone kind of is really nebulous with their relationships in this. it's not cheating because everyone is consenting and present alright. author’s note: welcome to day 8 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, foursome with elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo. the person who requested this knows who they are and knows that i somehow cranked this out because they deserved it tonight before tomorrow. let me tell y'all this was an obscene amount of fun. i've said it once and i've said it before i do very much like writing threesomes/moresomes and this was no exception. literally when i open up requests again i can almost guarantee you that I'll probably bang it out rather quick. the title isn't quite accurate to the fic itself but no lie it's grown on me so much i couldn't bear to change it.

"Just because I've been staring at her doesn't mean I want to have sex with her, EP. I have— I have Sandy." Jerry attempts to argue against what Elvis has decided to propose in the car on the way to the studio. It's not that he hasn't thought about it, anyone with eyes has thought about having sex with you. But there's certain things you don't do when it comes to you and actively entertaining the idea that they'd ever get to have sex with you? Well that's one of those things you don't do, after all Red and George had thought about it once or twice and George had entertained it just a bit only to have Elvis bite off the DJ's head. No, Jerry knows better than to think you're even something obtainable, besides he was married and he loved his wife.

"And I have her. Milk, I'm offerin' ya a chance that all the boys'd die for and here ya are tellin' me ya ain't gonna take it," Elvis scoffs and steps just a little closer to Jerry. "My boy, if I didn't want ya touchin' her— if she didn't want ya touchin' her. I wouldn't be standin' here askin' and offerin'. Ya really gonna deny my wife her anniversary present?"



In that moment, Jerry feels the world tilt on its axis just a bit. Surely he hadn't heard his best friend of a decade say that he was being offered to his wife as an anniversary present. Jerry wishes he could say that he's entirely surprised, after all, what do you get a woman who's married to Elvis Presley? The man— while a serial womanizer, a fact Jerry still can't believe some days— is arguably what every woman wants in a man and is someone who spoils her rotten. What do you get that sort of woman? Nothing material— no, gifts have to come from the heart for a woman like her. A realization hits Jerry like a ton of bricks and he's certain it's written all over his face the moment it happens. He was the gift. He was supposed to be the gift for you. A flush of desire courses through him as the idea settles fully in his mind. You want him and were obvious enough that Elvis felt the need to ask him this and to offer him up as an option. It's not that he doesn't love Sandy but a chance to have the unattainable is a heady proposition.



"She—you're not just testing me, are you?" Tricking is what Jerry means to say, knowing fully well that it just might be something Elvis is willing to do and yet as he stares at one of— if not his best friend he sees no trace of mocking or jest in them. Only pure unadulterated honesty.



"Jer—" Elvis starts before putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I'd joke and tease and test anyone else wit' this. Not you. The missus would kill me if I tried. Both of 'em maybe, cause boy she is capable of whipping your woman into a damn frenzy I don't wanna be on the end of. Bein' completely honest. She— Told her whatever she wanted I'd get. And she came up to me with *that*. I'd be offended if she didn't remind me 'm her husband and that she might like ya and find ya attractive but she's married to me."



There's a few words on the tip of Jerry's tongue about how Elvis can't control his own urges despite being married to you but he stops them, biting the inside of his cheek before he finds the words to speak. "So what— What exactly does she want?"



"Both of us," He answers simply, as if it's a completely normal thing to say. "Didn't press on the exact details, figured we could— uh— figure 'em out when we get to it. Might wanna have us both inside, I dunno. It's her gift, she calls the shots."



The image Elvis is painting, of you taking both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you has his pupils dilating and has his breathing shifting just that little bit earning a grin from Elvis. "You— I gotcha thinkin' 'bout it, Milk, don't I? That's you sayin' yes, ain't it?"



Jerry shakes his head as if that will clear the vision from his mind's eye only to make it worse, his mind conjuring images of your breasts in his hands and of you moaning and whimpering as his thumbs brushed against your nipples and as Elvis and him took turns sucking hickies against your neck and chest. Maybe you'd even be kissing his wife— come to think of it— 



"You think she'd mind if I brought Sandy along?" Jerry asks, mildly unsure that she'd go with it and yet wanting the vision in his mind's eye to come to fruition. Nevermind that he'd still have to talk his wife into it and ask her but it never hurts to ask ahead of confirmation.



Elvis's face lights up as he leans closer and laughs. "Wouldn't be the first time she'd've kissed 'nother woman durin' somethin' like this. Don't think she would." Elvis pauses. "So I can tell her she can get her present?"



Jerry can't help the way he sighs, shutting his eyes when he answers. A part of him feels like he might regret this later. But the temptation of you and the realization that he'd be the only person in Elvis's circle who would have actually touched you and felt how you kissed and how your breasts felt in his hand and how your vagina felt gripping his cock forces that regret deep down inside his mind.



"Yeah, you can tell her."

As it turns out, Sandy was okay with going along with this. Something about how she could keep an eye on the two of them and make sure that you were safe. Not that she truly thought either one of them would hurt you but in the heat of the moment she knows Jerry can be passionate and you've borne the marks of Elvis's own passion more times than she cares to count. You are her friend she'd never live with herself if she didn't at least make sure this ended well for everyone involved.



Truthfully, that's why you go to her first and pull her in for a kiss. The two of you had talked about this ahead of time, you wanted your respective husbands inside of you but if she was going to be here, you wanted her to be a willing participant and you wanted her to know that you loved her or at least liked her enough to make sure she was equally as involved. It was your anniversary but Jerry is her husband. She smiles into the kiss, laughing softly when she pulls away.



"I think they're enjoying the show," she comments, wrapping her arms around your neck before turning to Elvis and Jerry. "I didn't agree to this only to have this be a show for you two. Get up."



Elvis stays sitting as Jerry stands up and moves to you without missing a single beat. You can't see him approach but you can hear his soft footsteps against the carpet and the way his breathing hitches just so the more he takes in your only clad in underwear body. Your breasts are pressed against Sandy's own but you feel her move back just a bit at the same time you feel Jerry's warm breath against your neck. His hands hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing against the nipples as he places feather soft kisses against your neck.



"Just wanted to make sure she was comfortable," he defends himself against your ear even though he's talking to Sandy. "Do you feel comfortable?"



A soft whimper leaves your lips as his mouth closes around your earlobe after the word comfortable and you watch as Sandy bites her lip in a mixture of arousal and amusement. "That's a dirty trick, Jerry, you're turning her into putty before she can answer."



"That's the point," Elvis interjects from his spot on the chair. "She wanted this, told her it might be a bit much but— what my girl wants, my girl gets. Ain't that right, darlin'."



You hum in acknowledgement, your toes curling in the carpet as your nipples pebble and your breath comes out shaky. Words finally come to you as you try and move your head to kiss Jerry. "I'm more than comfortable. I— More."



The grip on your breasts tightens and you keen ever so softly even as Sandy tries to swallow it with another kiss. The sensations make it hard to focus on any one thing even as your mind tries to cling to something. What it finally settles on is the rustle of what you think is Elvis getting off the chair and moving toward you. You wait to feel him next to you, wait to have him pull you in for a kiss before you realize that he's not doing that. You can feel the heat of his body against your arm for the briefest of moments before you feel it against your leg. Sandy's moved to the side of you, breaking your kiss only to have her lips replaced with Jerry's finally claiming yours with a nip and an insistent tongue. It's then that you feel the cold bite of Elvis's rings against your overheated thighs and you whine against Jerry's lips, the temperature difference forcing you to wrench your lips away to look down at Elvis on his knees, trying to make your stance just a little wider. His grin when he looks up at you is practically wolfish as he sneaks a glance at your underwear.



"Barely been touched and ya drippin'. Makin' a mess of these panties. Wanna show 'em what they've done to you already?" His voice is practically a coo as his fingers start to play with the edges of your panties as you feel someone's hand— Sandy's maybe— ghost over your hip, sliding them down as best as they can. When they're loose enough Elvis moves his head to your cunt nuzzles through the fabric before taking the fabric in his teeth and yanking them down. Your mouth opens to say something before you feel his fingers slip inside you, curling just so in the way you enjoy. Jerry takes the opportunity to kiss you once again and kiss down your neck and to your shoulder. "He's got to make sure you can take it."



Your eyes roll in the back of your head for a moment as Jerry shifts just enough to press his cock against your now bare ass and to kiss Sandy over your shoulder. After a moment you speak. "Take what?"



An idea of what is in your mind but you don't dare voice the possibility. The thought that they're going to do that to you has your mind whirling and your cunt clenching around Elvis's fingers, earning a hiss from him. "Spoilin' the surprise, Milk."



"Warning her ahead of time, E," he counters, looking down at Elvis who in a fit of childish annoyance sticks his tongue out. Somewhere deep inside your mind you can't help but laugh at the interaction. It's helped by Sandy actually letting out a soft laugh even as she looks at you as if to say men. You try to mirror the look only to have Jerry nip at your neck and Elvis nip at your thigh.



The warring sensations of their teeth has you shutting your eyes and biting on your lip to keep quiet only for you to feel Jerry's hand move down between your legs and feel his thumb brush up against your clit gathering some of your wetness. You want to ask him what he's doing but it's then that you feel his thumb on your lip, pressing against it to try and get you to stop biting your lip. After a moment you open your lips ever so slightly and Jerry allows you to taste yourself on his thumb and starts to pull his hand away only to have you run your tongue along the entire of his thumb, sucking just slightly. You finally let it go with a small pop as you open your eyes. They flit down to Elvis where he's looking up at you with something akin to lust and love all at once. You're his wife and you're showing off just how much of a minx you are to one of his best friends and to your own best friend. Elvis's eyes stay on yours as he starts to tongue at your clit, watching the pleasure start to cross your face. He briefly looks over at Jerry before you manage to stutter out a question.



"Warning me 'bout wha? Wha are you two gonna do?" Since your mind figures it's something nefarious the boys have cooked up versus them and Sandy. Elvis's fingers curl once again as his tongue moves down, licking at your walls like a man starved. His face burrows in between your legs, focusing on his task at hand and ignoring the question, leaving Jerry to answer it. Jerry's hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you in for another kiss as Sandy runs her hands across your waist.



"Elvis thinks you can take us both at the same time. You just need to be prepared. Since we're both large." As if to emphasize the point Jerry's hips grind against your ass once more. "He's got a lot of faith in you and I do too. You want it, don't you? That's what this was about? Getting us together? Having us inside you while my wife plays with your chest? Or kisses you in between us kissing you?"



Against your neck you feel his breathing shift, almost as if the image he's painting is winding him up. One of his hands moves to your hip and tightens only to have Elvis’s grip on your thighs tighten as well. You let out a groan and one of your hands slides down your torso, waiting for one of the three of them to stop it. They don't and your hand finds purchase in Elvis’s hair, your fingers lacing themselves through his locks until you have enough you can grab and yank as his tongue practically fucks you and as his fingers— those calloused digits pinch lightly at your clit. Words fail you as he continues his onslaught and as you feel two sets of eyes watching you slowly come apart from just hit tongue and his fingers alone. Elvis starts to pull away only for you to use your grip on his hair to force his face back into your cunt. He still removes his fingers, earning a whine from you that's quietly shushed away by both Jerry and Sandy's soft whispers against your ear.



"We've got you," they whisper as you feel their fingers— when had any of their hands moved down— against your clit, alternating between his rough ones and her soft ones. It's as if you're being teased with gentle loving and rough fucking all at once and despite your best efforts, you feel your head lolling backwards against Jerry's shoulder, the coil in your lower abdomen reaching such a height of tension that you feel your legs start to shake and try to tighten by Elvis's head. You need relief and no one is giving you just enough to make it happen. A whimper leaves your lips as you pull at Elvis's hair in a way he knows well. That yank always serves as a plea, a simple request that you'd be begging for if your mouth would just work. You can feel tears of want prickling at your eyes before you feel Elvis swat away both Sandy's and Jerry's hand and replaces them with his own, his fingers taking your swollen little nub and rubbing and touching just so before he allows his mouth to cover it and suck.



You reach your peak with a silent scream at the sensation, at the final missing piece finally clicking into place. Despite your best efforts you feel your body start to tremble just a bit as Jerry wraps his arms around you and allows you to lean against him even as his cock twitches against your behind. Sandy's hand reaches to pet his cock between the two of you and you hum in delight. Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as Elvis finally pulls away and looks up at you on his knees with his face covered in your cum. No words are said before Jerry nuzzles at your hair and Sandy kisses your neck, her free hand pinching a nipple of yours and your hand doing the same in kind to her.



"E, you're not good at sharing." Jerry says it as a tease, even as your arousal is on his fingers, waiting to be tasted by him or his wife.



Elvis shrugs, and moves to stand up. "So?"



Feeling an argument brewing you reach out to palm Elvis's cock before wrapping your hand around it and murmuring something incoherent before shaking your head to focus. "Don't ruin my present, 'vis. I want this, not just them watchin' us. Please."



Any other time and you might cringe at how your voice sounds as you say please but it has the desired effect in making Elvis sigh and has him giving Sandy the softest of kisses while giving Jerry a look as if to say go on now, get. That look spurs something in Jerry and that arm that had been around your waist, pulling you closer to him moves away. You start to sputter out your displeasure until you realize he's turning you around and taking your hand off of Elvis's cock and putting it on his. The sensation is different, not unwelcome but different and you experimentally move your hand up and down, marveling in how there's already so much precum that your hand practically glides against his cock. His eyes don't leave yours even though he wants to commit the way your hand looks and feels against his cock but there's something in your eyes that forces him to stare at them instead. To take in the wonder and arousal so present in them that he thinks they might be the most important part of everything. If Sandy notices his preoccupation with your eyes she doesn't comment on it and instead busies herself with touching you in all the spots that have your toes curling just so against the carpet.



"Milk. Ya oughta go first. Stretch her some more so she can take it," Elvis pauses and shares a look with Sandy. "Don't have to, darlin' but ya wanna watch him sink into her? Watch her take 'im?"



Sandy allows herself a moment to think, gulping as she does before she shakes her head. "I'm okay not looking. That's— I think the three of you would enjoy that more than me." it's the first time she's expressed some hesitation with this and somehow that penetrates your brain enough that you reach out to grab your best friend's hand and squeeze. She squeezes back after a moment before looking at Jerry and nodding. "Go on, honey, show my best friend what I married."



You see a hint of a smile cross Jerry's face before he looks at you and starts to move everyone closer to a bed. There's a questioning look from everyone before he shrugs. "It'll be more comfortable? I don't want to fuck standing up." As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. It doesn't take but a moment before Jerry is lowering you onto the bed and taking his cock in his hand. It's smaller than Elvis's but not by much and you find your mouth salivating just a hair as he pumps his cock and starts to move closer and closer until the tip his brushing against your already swollen clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you hear Elvis's breathing deepen and hear what sounds like several curse words leave his mouth. Every brush feels as if an electric shock is buzzing through your body from your clit and your hands move to grasp at Jerry, only to be stopped by both Sandy and Elvis. It's cruel, the way they hold your hands away from Jerry but it allows him to shush your anger and your whines. "Just watch what I'm doing."



Focus on how his cock is finally parting your folds and slipping in bit by bit. There's a slight burn but it's gone in a flash when he finally bottoms out, a groan and a grunt leaving him all at once. He doesn't move for a minute, trying to keep himself together and make sure you're alright before you finally whimper out a word. "Move."



Fuck me, you mean, but you figure he understands from the way your cunt clenches around him as you say it. You hear Sandy make a joke about Jerry being good at following directions as you start to feel Jerry's cock sliding out of you, only to have him thrust once more. Your eyes try to focus on the vision of him sliding in and out of you only to have them drift up to his face, watching as it contorts with each thrust.



"Christ, EP, this— she's— what is she doing with— Keep doing that and I'm gonna—" He starts before his eyes flit between the three of you and he starts to pull out only to have you try and move your legs to stop him. "I can't cum inside—"



Elvis stops him with a growl even as he's pumping his own cock, his thumb running across his slit and playing with his foreskin. "She needs to be drippin'. Jus' this once, Jer. We'll figure it out if anythin' happens."



A quick nod from both you and Sandy puts Jerry at ease and has him sinking into your tight heat once more. Sandy's hand moves in between your bodies and rubs at your clit when Jerry's cock doesn't brush against it. You feel your orgasm starting to creep up on you, the second one in less than an hour and you want to cry in a mix of anguish and pleasure and it seems as if it's written all of your face. Words fail you and yet they don't fail the other three even as they pant around your body, and Sandy plays with her own cunt, almost a little lazily. They can't help but tell you a simple phrase that sounds like a demand.



"Let yourself go." Three little words have you arching against Jerry, hips chasing after his cock and cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch and feel his thrusts slow down as a warmth fills you. His hands move to grip your hip, wide and unyielding as he guides you back down onto the bed and slowly pulls out, ignoring the groan of displeasure at the loss of his cock. His eyes watch his handiwork, marveling at how his cum drips out of you and how your chest heaves from the effort you've already expended. Sandy moves to pull him in for a kiss and your hand, shaky as it is moves to curl your fingers in her cunt and play with her clit a little, determined to allow her that little extra bit of fun.



As Jerry watches you see out of the corner of your eye his cock rising back to attention only for him to slip it back inside you, the pleasurable shocks starting to be almost painful before you glance at Elvis's cock. He shoots you a grin as he maneuvers you partially into Jerry's lap. Any other time and he'd make sure you were facing him but tonight he'll allow you to look at Jerry when you come for a third time. His fingers move to play with your clit, apologizing to Sandy who had moved her fingers to try and continue her own onslaught against you. The familiar calluses have a calming effect on you, allowing your body to relax around Jerry and Elvis watches as your cunt flutters around Jerry's cock for a moment before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. All four of you let out a groan at nearly the same time, the pressure of just Elvis's tip threatening to rip you apart even if you know it's not. The adjustment takes a minute or two of no movement before he inches in bit by bit, stopping to feel you cunt clench and stopping to watch Jerry play with Sandy's cunt and your chest. When he's finally seated fully inside, he allows you to find a comfortable position between him and Jerry.



"Wanna bounce." You say, trying to say you want to bounce on their cocks, as illogical as that is. You just want the experience of it, want to prove you can do it and Jerry kisses your lips hungrily as he kneads your chest and watches Elvis suck a love bite or five onto your neck. His hands grip your hip and without much warning he moves you in the way you would if you were to bounce on their separate cocks. Elvis lets out a punched out moan and bites at your shoulder.



"Goddammit Milk, got her grippin' me tighter than she ever did. Gonna fuckin' burst in a damn minute." Elvis grunts, as he thrusts into you. His voice lowers and you hear dirty words and phrases that are for only the two of you and you find yourself burrowing your face against Jerry's shoulder in embarrassment. You can hear the squishing and squelching of your cum and Jerry's cum and everyone's precum with every thrust and you whine, wanting more and less all at once. That knot in your stomach, that spring of arousal tightens more and more with every passing thrust and every whispered word of praise and every breathy sigh you hear your best friend make.



"Doin' so good." Elvis whispers against your ear, relishing in the way you shiver. "Gonna cum a third time 'fore we fill ya completely up? Clench 'round us and milk us dry? Know ya can do it, darlin'."



"I can. Wanna do it. I can do it." You pant, words starting to slur and feeling more like gibberish as you go on repeating yourself. "Gonna feel you two for days. Love you so much."



You meaning everyone in the room, but you don't dare say the words, instead allowing that spring to snap as you hear Jerry whisper, "good girl." You come with a scream wrenched from the depths of your soul, that you swear starts a cascade of everyone cumming after you do, with Elvis being the last one to release inside you with grunts of praise and love confessions. Both you and Jerry fall on top of Elvis and Sandy flops next to the three of you as you all try to catch your breath. Your hand moves to play with Jerry's chest hair and Elvis's as Sandy strokes your hair.



After what feels like a lifetime Jerry starts to pull out of you ever so slowly, earning a low hiss from you and Elvis as your cunt is now bereft of his cock filling you. He flops next to Sandy and pulls her in for a kiss filled with love and what you think might be gratitude before setting his head on her chest. Your own head settles onto Elvis's chest, taking in the quiet thump thump thump of his heart that overwhelms your senses so completely that you nearly miss his words.



"You're stayin' here tonight. Might— might need 'nother round. Gotta make sure we're all leavin' happy tonight. 'sides, Milk, think she was droolin' for ya cock, or Sandy's beaver. You both good?"



You wait for one of them to say no and instead you get an answer that has you grinning against Elvis's chest. "Anything for her."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @justrae9903, @thegettingbyp2, @stylespresleyhearted i know i am missing people but i am unsure whom at this point also apologies if this isn't your cup of tea.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

More Options that I thought about but then forgot to put here.

Y-Destiny as an episode with PerthLay's characters ending up in a sort of poly deal with Yoon's character. But Perth's character is dead so I'm not sure it counts.

Would never happen in canon option: PatPran and PhuphaTian -- Again not sure if it would ever be a canon option in any universe, but If there aren't fanfiction about it yet, there will be.

Another Foursome possiblity the Cutie Pie main two pairs. Just the chemesty between Lian and Yi and Kuea and Khondiao is immaculate and they could totally pull it off.

Also here to say: If I can't add Only Friends to this list in some form or another I will be midly dissapointment.

This post (link) by @respectthepetty (hope you don't mind the tagging) made me think back at all the missed poly oppurtunities BL has given us and I decided to make a list.

First Shout Out to the Only Confirmed Poly So Far (Both F/M/M): 3 Will Be Free and Me, My Husband and My Husband's Boyfriend (the last one I have not watch so be cautious I do not know the ending)

There is two BLs that hint at a poly solution (M/M/M): My Mate Match & Tinted With You.

It's only a hint but if you are starving for it it will do.

NOW ONTO THE MISSED OPPURTUNITIES:

CHOCO MILK SHAKE: The title is in all caps because I am still so bitter about it, the second couple came out of nowhere for me and I am bitter as hell!!!!

Light On Me: The only good love triangle I ever saw and one of the only ones that actually made me believe that a poly ending could work in canon.

Happy Ending Romance: I am not as emotional about this one, but I do remember watching and thinking why can't he just date both?

Oh My Assistent: Same as above

Gen Y: Mark-Kit-Wayo: LAST BUT NOT LEAST! I am so mad about this, it was right there. All the peaces laid out, Wayo deserved it. And so did I Damn It!! I have been wanting to see the actors that play Wayo and Mark play a ship together since I watched the first 2 Moons and thought that they had super great chemistry.

Regarding the La Pluie one, the one in the linked post, I did thought about it, but I think it's not the right drama for it.

Not just because I want Tien to be happy. Even though I really do!! But also because I feel like this would go against what the show is trying to say with the soulmate plot.

If there was another character that had scene with Tien and that could filled the role of a secondary love interest then maybe it could work but as it, I don't really want it, even though I do see it, don't get me wrong.

Anyway suggestiongs of more dramas are welcomed. I for one have a few that are less missed oppurtunities and more like "There's An Idea" poly ships. If you guys want to read that list is:

Not Me: Gram-Black-Todd (I love this one - but Black is also really shippable, I am following a Black-Yok fic with great pleasure)

Until We Meet Again: Read two fics about the two couples dating each other or having a "one night stand" of sorts and thought the idea was neat.

Bad Buddy: I never went there but I know there are fics with a poly relationship between Pat/Pran and either Wai or Korn (or both). Not too mention the fics the Our Skyy 2 crossover most certantly brought about.

History 4 Clost To You: When I first watched it I had a moment during the first scene where I imagined the plot of the drama to be Ten and Li Cheng competing for Xing Si affection with a poly ending and I fell in love with the idea.

[starrystevie]

Eddie, Robin, and Steve for number 2!

2. marry, cuddle, sleep with

marry: steve, obviously

cuddle: eddie, nothing better than a platonic cuddle with a fellow hot gay

sleep with: robin, again... obviously

3 characters: accepting!

[all-about-kyu]

Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader x Shotaro x Yangyang

Genre: smut

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption (not in smut scenes)

Smut Warnings: foursome, mxm content, switch!reader, sub!Shotaro and Yangyang, dom!Yuta, oral sex, unprotected sex, marking/hickeys, pet names, clit play, creampie

Summary: Shotaro accidentally admitted something, Yangyang decided to tell tall tales, and Yuta puts an end to all of it… you’re just along for the ride (and it’s a fun one)

Word Count: 7,379

Requested by: @meowniee​

Note: completely unedited/beta-ed but here we are!!

It wasn’t an odd thing to have Shotaro at the WayV dorm, in actuality, it was more like he was a permanent resident there. More so than the actual members sometimes. Now was no exception, Yangyang had yet again invited him over and unlike normal, they weren’t playing games. They just sat in his room in each other’s presence, neither of them saying much past random offhanded comments. Yangyang was lounging back on his bed scrolling through Instagram while Shotaro sat in Yangyang’s gaming chair randomly watching Tiktoks that the other 00 line members had sent him earlier that day.

“Dude,” Yangyang randomly blurts out, “you know who I think is really fucking hot?”

“Hyuck?” Shotaro replies without missing a beat.

“Yes but that’s not who I’m talking about.” he responds quickly.

“Who?” “Yuta’s girlfriend,” Shotaro sputtered out a cough when he heard his friend’s comment, “I was just on Instagram and Yuta posted to his private account, you know, the one for just us and idol friends. He took her to the beach and holy fuck her ass looked so good in that bathing suit.”

Shotaro shuttered slightly, though it was a completely fake reaction, “Why are you staring at her ass you perv?” he laughs, throwing the pillow he was holding at the pink-haired boy.

“I wasn’t trying to, it was just there!” he tries to defend himself, staying quiet for a minute after clearly thinking about something, “This is completely hypothetical,” he blurts again.

“What is?” the blonde asks with an air of skepticism.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like to suck a dick?”

Shotaro doesn’t think before he speaks, “I don’t need to, I’ve done it before.”

“What?!” the other yells, sitting up straight on his bed now, “When? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Um, you weren’t supposed to know that.”

“What? Why? I’m your best friend! At least tell me who’s dick it was.”

Shotaro had a small internal battle for a while, he’s been sleeping with Yuta and his girlfriend for months now. No one knew about it, other than Mark who had walked in on them, he promised not to say a word though. That had been quite the embarrassing moment for the younger as well, he was in a rather compromising position at the time. It couldn’t hurt to tell Yangyang, but he also knew his friend, he would want all the details. Especially if he knew that Yuta’s girlfriend was involved, Yangyang shamelessly thirsted after the slightly older woman. Yuta let him flirt with her, he knew Yangyang was harmless at the end of the day. Weighing his options he decided to just explain the situation. It wasn’t like it was incriminating, it was just how his and Yuta’s friendship worked.

“Yuta,” he mumbles out finally, “it was Yuta’s.”

Yangyang looked speechless, his jaw dropped to the floor hearing the blonde’s confession.

“I’m going to need backstory or at least an explanation.” he says after a few moments.

Shotaro sighs, “Yuta was my first friend here. I would always ask him questions about life and about being a singer, especially when I was still training. When I found out I was debuting in NCT our bond only got closer. He taught me a lot. I remember one night he was staying at his girlfriend’s place and normally I would leave him alone, he enjoys being alone with her. They don’t get a lot of alone time because of our career.” he explains, “That night was different though, it was probably around 9:30 or 10 at night and I got a text. I wasn’t even close to being asleep yet but I was still shocked when it was a text from Yuta. He asked me to come over to her place and join them for a movie night. I’ve always-”

“Dude you’re dragging this on longer than it needs to.” Yangyang interrupts.

“It’s all important just let me talk.” the Japanese boy bites back, “I’ve always gotten along with y/n, she’s always taken care of me just like Yuta has. I didn’t think anything of it so I just got dressed and stopped at the store on my way to grab a few extra snacks I knew she didn’t keep there that both Yuta and I enjoy. When I get there I, stupidly, didn’t think to knock before entering. She had told me her code ages ago when Yuta was too drunk and I needed to drop him off while she was working late. Anyway, I open the door and she was on his lap heavily making out and I didn’t know how to react. I just stuttered out a weird noise and shuffled into the kitchen hoping the floor would swallow me. I heard her giggle, it was really pretty, god it was so pretty.”

“Taro.” Yangyang stated with an annoyed tone, “Finish it up.” “Fine, basically we hung out for a while but I ended up sleeping on the couch. I wake up to, um, really loud moans. Really pretty, but really fucking loud. I tried to ignore it and sleep but that didn’t work too well. In the morning when she greeted me she was walking funny and was covered in hickeys. I wasn’t thinking, I saw Yuta and straight-up asked ‘how do you do that?’ and he was confused so I clarified ‘how did you manage to make her like that, all covered in hickeys and experiencing dick hangover.’ since that moment Yuta and y/n have been teaching me about sex. Yuta just happens to be a more… hands-on teacher in that specific realm of teaching.”

“You’ve fucked y/n?”

“Is that all you got out of that?” Shotaro huffs slightly annoyed.

“But you have fucked her, right?”

“Yeah, but we were talking about the fact that you wonder what it’s like to suck dick.”

Yangyang huffs and flops back on his bed rather dramatically. Shotaro laughs at his exaggerated motions but doesn’t say anything more. Yangyang stays staring at the ceiling for a while one hand casually resting above his head. Shotaro had gone back to scrolling through his phone and let his friend sit there contemplating whatever he was as long as he needed. Of course, in classic Yangyang fashion though he says exactly what’s on his mind the moment he thinks it.

“Do you think Yuta would let me join?” “What?” the blonde exclaims, looking at the other with a very astonished look.

“Do you think he would let me join?”

“No.” he responds shortly, “You and I both know I have a very different dynamic with him than you do.”

“Could I watch then? It couldn’t hurt to just watch.” “You’re hopeless.”

Shotaro knew what it meant when he got a random text this late at night from Yuta. Especially on a weekend, he spends the weekend with you, he knew what was up. He sped out of the dorm as fast as he could knowing that too. He hardly got a goodbye out to Sungchan as he slammed the door shut. What he hadn’t expected was to be greeted with you still fully clothed when he gets to your apartment. Yuta was mulling over a wine glass watching some foreign movie completely unbothered by his arrival. You smiled at the younger boy and hugged him like you always do. The shock written across his face was expected on your end. You knew what your boyfriend had texted him, it was the typical text for when He had something new to teach him within sexual realms or just wanted him there for everything.

“Hi Taro baby.” you greet, “Want a glass too? We were just about to get comfy.” you smile brightly.

“Something feels off.” he immediately responds.

Yuta chuckles against the rim of his glass, “I heard an interesting comment from Dejun today when he came in for recording.” Shotaro’s stomach sank through the floor, he should’ve known better than to tell Yangyang what was going on. As much as he loved his friend he should’ve thought about how that boy can’t keep a secret for his life of him. You notice how he shifts back and forth on his feet, it’s a nervous habit of his you had taken notice of the first time you had been introduced to him. You step closer and rest a hand on his shoulder. His attention immediately shifts to you and you’re met with wide slightly panicked eyes.

“Do you need a minute? You know I hate seeing you so upset.”

“I’m- yeah, it’s okay.” he responds, then turning back to Yuta, “What did he say? Anything interesting.”

He was trying so hard to seem casual, internally he was panicked but he didn’t want to let that show. Yuta chuckled again and motioned for the younger to come to sit beside him. Slowly the younger does approach and sits beside him. You can feel the nervousness radiating off of Shotaro as he sits beside your boyfriend. Quietly, you approach the pair sitting on Shotaro’s other side. Reaching toward his hands, which were tightly clasped together, you take his hand in yours and begin playing with his fingertips. It was a habit you developed long before Yuta offered to teach him anything sexual. When Yuta was on tour or busy with schedules he would always ask Taro to take care of you, which, in reality, it was the other way around. That often meant that you’d stay at his dorm late into the night hanging out with him and Sungchan, sometimes it would be games, other times it would be movies. After a few times of you falling asleep there, using the younger as a pillow, he made it a point to tell you that it was okay and he was willing to cuddle if you wanted. He knew you would feel lonely especially when Yuta was overseas for a schedule, he hated knowing that and did what he could to help.

“He did say some interesting things.” Yuta sighs, dropping his head back against the couch cushions, “He said he overheard Yangyang bragging about how he was going to fuck my girlfriend. Know anything about that?”

“B-before you get mad-”

“I knew it! You said you wouldn’t say anything!” Yuta erupts.

“Yuta,” you say lowly, feeling how Shotaro tensed in your hold, “let him explain.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything, honestly I didn’t. We were just relaxing in his room last week and he asked if I ever wondered what it would be like to suck dick and I didn’t think and just said I have before.” the blonde word-vomits.

“How did that turn into him claiming that he’s going to fuck her?” he gestures toward you with a nod.

“He pestered me into telling him who I gave a blowjob and then I kinda just spilled it all… I swear I never told him he was getting a chance to! I don’t know where he got that idea.”

Yuta simply nods at his younger friend and takes another sip of his wine. Shotaro starts playing with your fingers subconsciously expecting more of a reaction from the older but not getting it. You let out a soft sigh which captures the attention of both men. Shotaro simply gives you a look that conveys that he’s worried. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at you, lips still touching the rim of his glass. The image alone made you practically melt, you needed to focus on your task though.

“Why are you trying to act so unbothered?” you ask your boyfriend.

“What do you mean baby?” he questions back, placing his wine glass down on the side table.

“You’re clearly upset by Yangyang saying that stuff about me. Don’t forget that both of us can read you like our favorite books. Why are you trying to pretend it doesn’t bother you?” you reiterate your question.

“Yuta, I,” the blonde interrupts himself with a sigh, “I understand if you’re mad that I told him. I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning when I see him and tell him to stop if that’s what you want.”

The brunette smiles softly at his younger friend. It’s a type of fond smile that he only gives you and Shotaro, you knew that smile well. While it does seem sweet and soft on the surface, you also knew that he was planning something at the speed of light. Shotaro held his gaze on the older with sparkly eyes, he wanted nothing more than to calm the simmering jealously Yuta was displaying. In the process of him talking he had stopped playing with your fingers and instead chose to just hold your hand. Every so often he does fiddle with your ring though, it was a ring Yuta had bought for you when he was in Japan for a schedule. It wasn’t an engagement ring, but he did say it would be a placeholder until he could get you a real engagement ring in the future. You watch as Yuta reaches a hand up to move a stray piece of hair out of the blonde’s face followed by a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, sweet boy. I have an idea though.” his soft smile melts into a smirk as he speaks the last few words.

“An idea?” you and Shotaro speak at the same time.

“How about we let him watch?” he proposes, “He was so eager to tell everyone that he was going to fuck my girlfriend, how about we give him a show?”

“Yuta, are you sure? This isn’t your pride or jealousy talking?” you question with a slightly worried tone.

“Yeah, I can always just tell him to shut up…” Taro adds on.

“I’m sure. Maybe he just needs to see it to get him to stop spreading stupid rumors like that. Are you two okay with that? I don’t want to upset either of you with my ideas.”

He moves his hand to hold Shotaro’s unoccupied hand, gently running his thumb over the blonde’s knuckles. You feel how his grip on your hand finally loosens slightly alerting you that he was starting to calm down. You knew Yuta would never force anything on you, he asked you weeks in advance if you were comfortable with helping him teach Taro everything you have so far. He might be an intense person but he’s always concerned about your comfort and safety above everything else, and the same goes for Shotaro when he’s involved.

“I’m okay with that.” you nod, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“I- um,” Shotaro stutters slightly, “If you’re sure.” he mumbles out.

“Taro, I want to know what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t want to let Yangyang see you like that, if you think it’ll mess with your friendship, then we won’t do it.”

“I’m comfortable with it. I just need to think of something as a cover to get him to come here. You know, since he’s never been here before or anything.” he rambles slightly.

Yuta lets out a soft laugh at how the younger man reacts. Shotaro smiles back at him before turning to you to make sure that you were comfortable with everything too. Despite Shotaro not being your boyfriend, he’s always been very attentive to you. He looks up to you but also wants nothing more than for you to be the happiest you can be at any given moment.

“Do you want to choose the next movie?” Yuta offers you, “I know neither of you really enjoy this kind of stuff.”

“Taro can choose,” you respond shaking your head, “I think I’ll get the snacks ready.”

“Um,” the younger vocalizes, “are we not going to discuss logistics?”

The brunette laughs softly again, nuzzling his head against Taro’s showing how much he truly adores the younger man, “We can do that in the morning, let’s just relax and watch the movie tonight.”

And that’s just what you do, the moment you return with bowls of different snacks you smile fondly. Yuta has Shotaro tucked under his arm, Shotaro using the brunette’s shoulder as a pillow. Yuta’s head gently rests on top of Taro’s as the younger scrolls through movie options. After placing the bowls down you join them on the couch. When you do, you take notice that Shotaro is nearly asleep choosing a movie. In his defense, Yuta did text him really late at night and he was probably starting to wind down for the night when he received the text. Then followed by the anxiety that your boyfriend unintentionally provoked you can’t blame him for being so exhausted. Still, he wrapped his free arm around you and you quickly get comfortable in his hold. It took all of ten minutes into the movie for Shotaro to be asleep. His soft snores were muffled by the TV. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for your head against his chest. When you reach up to gently tap Yuta’s hand you notice that he too was asleep. As much as you would love to leave them asleep there, you know that they would both be whining about being achy in the morning from sleeping in such an awkward position for so long. You place your hand on top of Yuta’s free one in his lap. He hardly stirs enough to wake up but when his eyes barely open and he sees your smile he wakes up enough to entertain a conversation.

“You okay baby?” his voice still laced with sleep.

“You both fell asleep, we should at least get in bed if you’re too tired.”

Yuta simply nods and shifts to take Shotaro in his arms, the younger not even slightly stirring when Yuta does so. You had gone ahead slightly, getting the blankets ready so your boyfriend didn’t have to hold the sleeping boy any longer than he needed to in his sleepy state. The moment the three of you were situated in your bed Shotaro practically latches onto you in his sleep. Yuta hardly lets out a soft giggle before succumbing to sleep himself. You lay there for a while longer alternating between the two men, playing with their hair before eventually, you fall asleep too.

All three of you woke up late the next morning, you had wanted to stay in bed longer and get some more sleep but your boyfriend had other plans. No later than 9am, which in reality isn’t too early, he drags both you and Shotaro out of bed. You’re much easier to wake up than Shotaro though, the younger boy wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and use your chest as a pillow. After a while though, and a promise for homemade waffles, he was up and already clinging to you and Yuta.

Breakfast goes by rather quickly, most of it is spent in silence while you come to grips with being awake. You slowly ate your waffles and had empty conversations with the two boys for a good hour or two before Yuta started to speak up about your plan again.

“How do you two feel about bringing him over today?” he blurted out of nowhere.

“What?” Shotaro asks, slightly choking on his drink, “Isn’t that a bit sudden? Shouldn’t we plan it out first?”

“We’re planning it now Taro.” he smirks at the younger.

“I mean, if you’re okay with it I am too.” you offer a gentle smile.

“Okay, Taro, you comfortable with that?” sincerity dripping from your boyfriend’s words.

The younger nods curtly but it’s clear that he really was okay with it all, just a bit taken back by the sudden jump in the plan. Offering a warm smile Yuta suggests you take your conversation to the couch. Cleaning can be dealt with at a later time. Getting comfortable on the couch you find yourself tucked under your boyfriend’s arm while Shotaro sits in the armchair beside you. Your boyfriend has always been one to plan scenes out very carefully, and take every precaution needed. There was always a plan B, and a plan C just in case anything goes in a way that isn’t ideal. Now was no different, in fact, he seems more detail-oriented and planned with this one compared to the normal ones with just him or him and Shotaro.

“Taro, you’re the one who has to get him here. Try not to overtly say that he’s coming to watch us though. Maybe just say I wanted to hang out and get to know him for once.”

“And if he questions why were coming to her apartment?” the younger asks with a nod towards you.

“Just say that the dorm was too busy, or that I wanted to hang out too.” you offer.

From there you go into the logistics of how you want the actual scene to lay out. It was very clear from the start that Yuta didn’t want Yangyang fucking you at all. If anything he was more inclined to not let the boy have any sexual gratification from anyone. His philosophy is that if he wants to talk big like that with a lie he should be put in his place. You found it a bit harsh though and managed to get him to agree to at least something for the younger. Still, you knew you weren’t having sex with him. With the way Yuta was brooding about it you doubt even Shotaro would get a go with you this time. By the end of the planning, you had established your roles for the evening too, as always Yuta was yours and Shotaro’s dom, he always was, this time though you were planned to be dominant over Shotaro too. More often than not you end up being a the bottom of the totem poll in terms of dominance. Shotaro had offered to take that place this time though, reassuring you both that he didn’t mind being in that state in front of his friend. You aren’t quite sure how Yangyang will be in that setting but something in your gut says that he’ll bend to your every will, possibly Yuta’s too.

Once the three of you were dressed and ready for the day Shotaro heads out of your apartment to head to get Yangyang. You and Yuta on the other hand, stay at your apartment slowly getting everything prepped for later. It was peaceful and quiet for the first little bit, neither you nor Yuta say very much at all preferring to clean in quiet. When you finish tidying the living room you barely graze your hand across Yuta’s back in passing. It truly was an innocent touch, you just wanted to let him know you were passing behind him. However, your boyfriend always seems to take things with a dirty thought. His eyes follow you into the kitchen, you can feel him watching you as you lean over to start cleaning the counter. You glance over your shoulder throwing him a playful glare before continuing your task.

“Baby,” he comments, “could you come over here a moment.”

“Depends, does that include me staying over there? I really do want to straighten up a little bit.”

“It shouldn’t, but you never know.” he shrugs.

You let out an airy giggle before walking over to where Yuta was organizing papers and moving them off your small dining table. He was acting as if he was truly doing the task, acting like he didn’t even see you walk over to him. You decided to place a hand on his shoulder to alert him of your presence (even though he already knew you were there).

“What did you need, handsome?” you tease.

“I had an idea.” he comments casually giving you a specific smile.

“I know that smile, what are you planning?” you ask with a suspicious tone.

“Why are you worried, beautiful? I just had a thought about how to greet the boys when they get here.” “That seems… tame.”

He chuckles, “How about we just worry about cleaning your room and straightening up the bathroom? We both know they won’t be seeing much more of the house but the entryway and your room.”

“So, what does that have to do with greeting them?”

He stands, wrapping a hand around your waist, “We can get started without them,” he flirts, “after we tidy up your bedroom and the bathroom we might have some leftover time for you to change into something pretty and get started.”

“There it is,” you laugh, “honestly, that’s not a terrible idea. We both know Shotaro loves walking in on us a little too much.”

His grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer against his body. You don’t have a moment to think before his lips are against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. You reciprocate the kiss without even thinking about it, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss for a few minutes before Yuta pulls away making you chase after his lips a little bit. He smirks at the reaction you instantly have.

“We should get to cleaning now.”

You nod with a slight pout, “We should.” “Also, I think you should wear that shorter silk robe. Easy to take off and you look absolutely stunning in it.” “And?” he gives you a questioning look at your response, “What else should I wear with it?” “Nothing, you’ll be just fine in the robe alone. You won’t be in it long anyway.”

His comment makes you blush but you’re still trapped in his arms. Lucky for you, Yuta is an extremely ticklish person. You run your hands down his front, at first he clearly thinks you’re flirting heavily again. Then when you move your fingers to his sides and start tickling him he immediately releases you. Finally, you find your escape route and run into the bathroom to start cleaning. You can hear him yelling after you and whining about how you tricked him. You just laugh back and continue tidying. Hearing his comment that he’s going to start cleaning your room you finally think he’s decided to leave you be for a little bit. It didn’t take long for you to clean the bathroom, it wasn’t big, nothing in your apartment really was. You quietly make your way into your bedroom to find Yuta just finishing up as well, from what you can tell. The time you know he genuinely didn’t hear you enter the room, he didn’t even spare a glance at you when you made your way over to the closet. He doesn’t react until you pull one of the closet doors open. You think he might’ve had a mild heart attack when he turned around to see you standing there. The reaction alone had you ready to keel over with laughter.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming in? You scared me half to death!” he says with an exasperated tone.

“I wanted to let you clean,” you respond, “I’m just getting changed into my robe and thought you needed more time to clean.” You see how his eyes change at the mention of you changing into that robe he mentioned earlier. You had always gotten a kick out of teasing him, telling him exactly what you were planning, or wanting if he wasn’t there with you. Now was no different, he knew what you were doing and so did he, it was a game of whether he would act on it or let you win.

“Lucky for me, I just finished the last thing I needed to do.”

“Oh?” you question, beginning to change without paying him any mind.

“Taro texted me that he and Yangyang are on their way over. If we still want to greet them with a show you better get changed fast, baby.” he tells you, walking up until his words are right against your ear.

“Wanna help me undress then?” you ask, turning around to face him. He smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips again, “Of course I do.”

He slowly takes off every bit of your clothing, kissing you as he does so, until you’re standing there naked in front of him. He decides to tease you more by taking your breast in his hand, playing with it for a few moments. When you let out a whine he decides to reach behind you and wrap your robe around your body. He notices how you pout a little bit wanting to continue your make-out session, the sight makes him smile lazily.

“We can continue out in the dining area, my love.” he tells you with a sweet tone.

He takes a step back and helps you tie the ribbon around your waist before picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and start peppering kisses along the column of his neck. The scene isn’t unfamiliar to you, there were more than a few occasions where you could be found on your kitchen table making out. The moment you reach the kitchen your boyfriend sits you down on the table and pulls you away from his neck. When you get a good look at him you see all of the pretty marks you left behind. You were always proud of the marks you would litter all over his body, you knew he secretly was too, though he never explicitly stated it. He didn’t give you much time to admire your work though. Within breaths, he had his lips against yours again. When you make out with Yuta all concept of time flies out the window. You aren’t sure how long you’re sitting there kissing him. You continue to kiss him even as you hear the front door of your apartment click open. It isn’t until you hear an audible gasp coming from the entryway that Yuta pulls away from you.

“Hey,” he says casually, “thought it would take you longer to get here.”

“Hmm?” Shotaro responds just as casually as he hangs his jacket on the wall tree, “Oh, we were originally going to stop for snacks but decided against it on the walk here.”

You’re in a horny haze but are still present enough to process just how shocked Yangyang is. Then you take note of how his eyes drop down to your clavicle. Your robe had drooped off your shoulder exposing the skin of your shoulder, collarbones, and upper part of your breast. You reach to pull the fabric back into place and retie the ribbon around your waist before hopping off the table. Yuta watches you with a knowing look, he could always read you like a book he’s read a million times. You walk silently toward the two younger men, Shotaro is clearly more relaxed than his Chinese counterpart.

“Welcome back pretty boy.” you smirk, welcoming yourself into Shotaro’s arms.

“Thanks,” he giggles quietly.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek, followed by a small one against his jaw, then his neck. Pulling back you turn to ask Yuta a silent question. He gives you a small, subtle nod knowing exactly what you planned before you even turned around. You face the blonde man, who currently has his arms wrapped around you, again giving him that same knowing look you gave Yuta. He releases you and you take a few steps back before side-stepping to be in front of the pink-haired boy.

“I’m glad you could come for the fun.” you smile sweetly, stepping forward to hug around his waist.

“Huh? Um, someone, explain please?” he starts to nervously giggle.

“You wanted to talk big, am I wrong?” Yuta starts, making the younger blush, “If you’re willing and consent, we’re inviting you to watch. That hug is the only physical contact you’re getting from her tonight.”

You lean your head against Yangyang’s shoulder, peering back at your boyfriend with an innocent look. Yuta smirks, almost in disbelief of how shamelessly you were flirting with all three of them. He gives you a gesture that you knew meant for you to come toward him instead of where you were currently standing in Yangyang’s hold. You smile brightly and wiggle your way out of the younger’s arms and find yourself held by your boyfriend instead.

“You in? If not I can always have Taro walk you home. The choice is yours, kid.”

You knew he was taunting the younger slightly, you also knew that Yangyang would respond well to it seeing as that’s how his members like to tease him. The pink-haired man nods silently, and Shotaro nudges him with a whisper. You can assume that he’s telling his friend to be vocal about his choice and not just nod.

“I’m more than happy to join you guys, I fully consent.” he finally says in a quiet voice.

You briefly make eye contact with Shotaro and you can see him starting to slip into his submissive headspace instead of his neutral one from before. You tap Yuta’s waist with the hand you have wrapped around him. He looks at you, when you gesture with your eyes towards Shotaro he sees exactly what you’re referring to.

“Taro, why don’t you head back with her while I chat with Yangyang for a minute?”

The younger jerkily nods and walks towards your outstretched hand before taking it. You aren’t sure what Yuta needed to talk to the other man about but you aren’t too worried about it. Knowing him, he’s simply informing him about the normal safeword and safe motions if needed. The moment you get into the room Shotaro turns to be in front of you, he clings to you fully. His arms wrap around you and he hides his face in your neck. You smile softly and card your fingers into his hair, brushing through it gently. Coaxing him away from your neck you hold eye contact with him, watching him fully slip into his submissive headspace.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, “Can- can I have a kiss?”

“Of course,” you smile, still playing with the ends of his hair, “anything for my baby.”

You lean forward and place a soft peck on his lips. He of course wanted to have more than one small peck, he pushes himself forward to kiss you again. It takes you by surprise slightly but you happily accept it and kiss him back. You decide it best to walk back to your bed and continue kissing him there. Laying on your back you immediately feel the space between your legs become occupied by Shotaro. When he lets out a while you pull him away and give him a questioning look.

“You don’t have anything on, it feels really nice. I wanna fuck you, please?”

You chuckle at him, “Not right now baby, you know Yuta wants you and Yangie to watch.”

“Please,” he asks grinding against your bare core, “just a little-”

“A little what?” you hear Yuta’s voice filling the space, “What do you want prince?”

Yangyang still looks a little lost at how to process what’s happening but also can’t seem to tear his eyes from where it’s obvious that Shotaro is still grinding on you. Yuta takes a few steps forward to stand next to where you and the younger are laying. He reaches down and takes a handful of Taro’s hair.

“I asked you a question, you best answer it.” he bites slightly, “I want to treat you nice today.”

“I wanted to fuck her, please, will you let me?” he nearly begs.

Yuta smirks down at him, “Not today, prince, maybe another time. Today you’re going to sit with your friend and watch.” to which he received a whine, “Now, now, it wouldn’t be polite to leave Yangyang to be the only one not involved. Would it?”

“No.” he caves.

“Good boy, now, knock that off and go sit with your friend.”

Shotaro immediately gets off of you and shuffles toward the couch where Yangyang was now sitting. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was slightly embarrassed being chastised in front of the other. It didn’t exactly help that he had a clear wet spot on the front of his shorts from grinding against your bare core. Before you can process much more, your boyfriend is hovering over your form, hips resting between your legs where Shotaro previously was.

“Now you, it seems that you’re already ready for me.” he smirks, running two fingers through your folds, “Do you need prep, or are you fine still from yesterday?”

When you don’t respond he lays a light slap on your thigh and raises his eyebrow at you.

“I’ll be okay, just want you.” you finally admit.

He doesn’t take long getting rid of his clothes and coming back to the side of the bed. In very few words he instructs you to remove your robe leaving you bare to the three men in the room. Yuta doesn’t give them much time to admire you though, he grabs you by the waist and places you on your hands and knees. You can feel the bed dip behind you, you know it’s Yuta climbing up behind you. He starts running the tip of his member through your folds collecting a bit of wetness on himself before slowly entering you. Gasping, your voice melts into a whimper, head falling forward at the feeling.

“It’s weird that you two are both fully dressed. If you want to you’re more than welcome to touch yourselves.” he comments, completely ignoring how you clench around him, “Or each other, whatever you want.”

He slowly starts thrusting into you and you don’t do anything to hold back your moans. He would just go harder on you if you were to hold anything back. Yuta’s thrusts grow faster and your moans continue to fly free into the air. You move your head slightly and make eye contact with Shotaro again. He’s shifting in his seat next to Yangyang but doesn’t make any move to touch himself or do anything without explicit permission from either you or Yuta. Then your eyes shift to the other sitting in front of you, he’s also clearly not going to act without permission. He’s a bit braver though, palming himself through his sweats while watching how your boyfriend thrusts into you from behind.

“T-taro, baby, what was it again that got us into this situation?” you knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Um, uh, I was telling Yangyang about what we do together. Now I’m not allowed to have fun with you both.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Yuta interrupts, still keeping a steady pace, “you can have fun with us but you’re not touching us. Yangyang, what were the exact words Shotaro told you the other day?”

Yangyang gulps but knows better than to stay silent, “He told me that he’s sucked you off before and that you guys started teaching him things. B-but I took it too far and started telling lies that I was going to fuck your girlfriend.”

Yuta hums to masking a grunt when you clench again, “Taro, prince, how about you show Yangyang just how good you are with your mouth? Can you do that for me?”

Shotaro looks at the older with large shiny eyes. They’re a mix between both insecurity and excitement. Still, he nods and kneels in front of his friend. You watch the scene unfold in front of you and it only serves to excite you more. With how your boyfriend is fucking you and seeing the excitement radiating off the younger men, you can feel a knot starting to tighten in your belly. The blonde man tips his head back, you don’t see it but you know he has his tongue out too. Ever your patient sub he sits there as Yangyang tries to process what’s about to happen. The moment the pink-haired man does though he drops his sweats and boxers together. You let a whimper out seeing how the younger gets to work immediately kissing up and down the other’s member. Yuta grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up flush against his chest with no warning.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight, baby? Seeing our boy being so good to our guest.” he rasps out.

You hum in response not trusting your voice at this moment. Shotaro experimentally starts sucking on Yangyang’s tip, eliciting a high whine from the other. Yangyang grips the base of his shirt trying to control himself from latching onto the blonde’s hair. Despite focusing on his task he reaches out for Yangyang’s tightly clasped hands and guides them to his hair. He takes a brief look up at the other and gives him a surprisingly innocent smile before going back to his previous engagement. You can tell the sight excites Yuta too, the way that he grips onto you and the way his thrusts are harsher by the moment it’s strikingly clear. Your mind is so lost in pleasure you hardly register the command Yuta gives his younger Japanese friend. You don’t fully process it until after Yuta holds your jaw to look at the other two. Shotaro is now completely stripped and grinding himself against Yangyang’s leg, still keeping his mouth occupied with the other. Yangyang keens out high whimpers and moans as his friend gives him what might be the best blowjob he’s ever gotten.

“Cum, wanna cum.” the Chinese man gasps suddenly.

“Prince, back off.” Yuta simply states in a half moan, “Yangyang can’t cum until both she and I do. Isn’t that what I told you?” he directs his question at the pink-haired boy.

“Yes, but please, I was so close and-”

“And nothing. I can feel how close she is so just be patient and accept the teasing that Taro is providing you.”

Yuta finally releases your hair and you fall forward completely giving into the pleasure you’re feeling. He sets an animalistic pace knowing you were close to tipping off the edge. Leaning forward he whispers dirty comments in your ear which only drive you closer to your orgasm.

“Taro, baby, go ahead. Make him and yourself cum, I’m almost there.” you gasp out when Yuta starts playing with your clit.

The younger wastes no time and Yangyang whines the moment Shotaro starts deep-throating him. Your orgasm crashes into you the moment you hear it, spasming around your boyfriend. Yuta, who had been managing to control his volume the whole time, finally lets his moans out. Just moments after he paints your walls with his cum. Shotaro follows not long after, knowing he was finally allowed to now that both of you had. His cum painting up Yangyang’s leg and his own chest. Yangyang cums last and Shotaro doesn’t waste a single drop. He makes sure to swallow every bit in his mouth, licking his lips for good measure. Yuta had been shallowly thrusting into you watching the scene in front of you unfold. When he finally pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs.

The four of you stay quiet for a while catching your breath. Yuta had stepped away for a short moment to get a soft rag to clean you, Yangyang, and Shotaro. After being cleaned of any mess Shotaro found his way under Yangyang’s arm, cuddling him as he slowly came back from his submissive headspace. Yuta was quick to invite them to cuddle with you in bed though. Of course, they didn’t hesitate to join in, creating a rather large cuddle pile.

“Hey, can I just comment something?” Yangyang asks.

“Sure.” Yuta comments, half awake.

“No homo.”

“What?” you question, barely awake.

“No homo, you know, cause Taro sucked my dick.”

“You’re really going to say no homo… bro that simply doesn’t make sense.” Shotaro sasses.

Yuta shushes them loudly before commenting, “Both of you shut up and sleep. Yangyang, that’s not how it works anyway. Goodnight.”

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𝘢𝘰𝘵 + 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥

eren, armin, levi, jean

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 – nsfw (minors don’t like/reblog/respond), mentions of hard kinks, female reader. shifts in and out of canonverse/modernverse so use your imagination! 

𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 

always dominant. can be hard or soft dom depending on the mood.

into harder kinks (with heavy communication and consent): somno, breeding, impact play, breath play, free use, etc.

super high sex drive and usually always horny. when he’s bored, he’ll jerk off to pictures you’ve sent him and porn you’ve made together (he’s not camera shy), but never let himself cum, just lazily edge.

he edges for days at a time – not only goes it feel so fucking good, but it gives him thicker loads to pump inside you later.

obsessed with cumming inside you. he’ll fuck load after load as deep as he can inside you, watch in awe as it leaks out of you, then use his fingers to push it back in. he’s not shy about his possessiveness and this is just a further reminder that you’re his.

secretly doesn’t mind when you scratch up his back – he loves looking in the mirror and seeing visual evidence of how good he made you feel.

also secretly loves when you give him hickies in obvious spots. he does absolutely nothing to hide them, he loves reminding everyone of his place. it’s a nonverbal way of saying “i’m taken, fuck off”

wouldn’t care if he broke his neck from you riding his face. he welcomes it, actually.

heavily into bdsm (emphasis on the s&m), and dom/sub dynamics. while he loves perfect little subs that’ll treat him like some sort of god, he adores when you get bratty and talk back. makes things a lot more fun.

loves embarrassing you.

“my god, baby, can fuckin’ hear how wet you are.” “soaking your panties and i didn’t even fuckin’ touch you. what’s got you so wet, sweetheart? thinking of my cock?” “that felt good, didn’t it? don’t hide from me, pumpkin, let me see your pretty face.”

threesomes. foursomes. you name it. while eren’s possessive over you, he doesn’t mind sharing with his friends (if you consent, of course). he loves knowing how worked up everyone gets over his girlfriend, loves fucking you in front of them to show everyone how wrapped around his finger you are.

safeword! mean and rough is what eren does best. even while he’s slapping you around and calling you dummy, or an eager little slut for his cock, he’ll still check in with you and make sure you’re still feeling good and enjoying yourself. he may like hurting you, but he never wants to actually hurt you. never forgets aftercare, either, you’re still his precious angel that he loves more than anyone.

he’s incredibly vocal – dirty talk, moaning, growling, cursing, degradation.

if you’re too tired to go all the way, he loves mutual masturbation, or jerking himself off while you talk dirty in his ear. always wants to hear what you want him to do to you.

big fan of including toys, usually always fucking you with your magic wand on your clit.

sex without the power dynamics is still very intense and passionate. lots of making out, scratching his back and pulling him closer, deep thrusts, curses, eren telling you he loves you, kissing your forehead while you cum.

𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

doesn’t really involve himself in strict power dynamics. he’s very versatile and the role he assumes depends on the mood.

prefers biting over spanking and choking you with his fingers over wrapping a hand around your throat (but he will do both).

loves eating pussy and will tease you by gently kissing you through your panties. definitely bites your inner thighs. whispers to you from between your legs and tells you how good you taste. makes you cum over and over, each time moaning into your core and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you right where he wants you. he only stops when you’re crying and twitching, physically unable to cum one more time.

loves when you’re rough and press his face into your pussy or pull his hair to guide his mouth where you want it. you can hurt him a little. as a treat.

loves when you grab him by the chin and pull him up for a desperate kiss after he eats you out for hours.

goes heavy on the body worship, especially when you wear pretty lil outfits for him.

memorized your body and knows it better than you do. he knows when you’re close, you can’t hide from him.

his possessive side comes out hardcore during sex – armin doesn’t share. he’ll bite marks into your flesh and use his sweet, soft-spoken voice to get into your head. he wants to be the only thought in your mind, the source of all your pleasure.

“mine. you’re all mine. not fuckin’ sharing you.”

if you want him to, he can be fucking mean. he contrasts his harsh words with gentle touches, or tells you sweet things while patting your cheek just a little too rough. it’s almost scary how effortlessly he can change his demeanor to someone entirely different.

loves when you come by to “help” him study (lazily jerk him off while he does his required reading and assignments).

actually just loves when you jerk him off for that matter, especially when he gets to rut into your fist until he’s overstimulated and making a mess of your hand.

easily excitable – just gotta kiss him with tongue all soft and slow and he’ll get all flustered poking against your leg

obsessed with having his mouth on your tits – sucking them, licking them, letting his hand palm and grope at the one not receiving attention.

eye contact is a massive turn on and makes everything feel so much more intimate. he’ll gently grab your chin and redirect your sight, or give your inner thigh a little nip to make you open your eyes again. “focus on me, sweet girl.”

armin’s weaknesses are praise and heavy personal attention. sometimes he’s stressed out and just needs you to take care of him. he’ll sit between your legs, back pressed to your front, and let you stroke him until he’s overstimulated or so pent-up from denial. it makes him dizzy when you whisper praise in his ear, telling him how pretty he looks and how good he’s being for you.

“you wanna cum for me, pretty boy? that feel good? you like when i touch you like this, don’t you? such a good boy for me, armin.”

𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

no defined power dynamic/roles – you do whatever the mood calls for. sometimes he’s pounding you into next week, sometimes you’re denying him orgasms for two hours straight until his voice cracks when he begs.

that being said, levi is a natural brat-tamer and can be a hard dom when he’s agitated and needs to blow off steam. his job is literally to keep brats in check – he doesn’t tolerate insubordination or backtalk (sometimes you test that out though). 

restraining your arms behind your back with his belt, spanking you until you can’t sit, reprimanding slaps, filthy degradation, punishing thrusts. he can be mean. 

“soaking through your panties and i didn’t even touch you. pathetic.” “i wasn’t fucking asking. knees, now.” 

he’s a masochist and loves when you scratch up his back, wrap a hand around his throat, bite him, pull his hair, etc.

borderline sadistic in the way that he will make you cum twenty times before he even considers letting up. he’s relentless. 

loves watching you get yourself off, or make out with you while you get each other off 

gets weak when you pull him in by the shirt collar

holds your hands :)

quickies are usually the only option due to your chaotic schedules. you get at least five minutes alone together, you don’t take it for granted. 

slow morning sex is his favorite – the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and you don’t have to worry about the outside world yet. it’s just the two of you and you can really take your time. 

starts off kind of shy about being vocal and you need to ease him into it

after he finishes, he’ll take a moment to caress and admire your pretty face and kiss your forehead, then make a teasing comment about how you’re sweaty. 

gets a little carried away and accidentally rips all the buttons off your shirt

giving you head is a form of stress relief for him, he really just loves pleasuring you 

takes incredible care of you afterwards – acts as a crutch when your legs are too shaky, gets you water, wipes away messes with a damp cloth, even runs you a bath if you have that much time.

“tch. don’t say i never do anything for you, brat.”

likes when you give him hickies in spots that his uniform will cover. it’s a secret that only the two of you are in on.

levi gets a little publicly affectionate when you return to your duties after having sex – still incredibly reserved, but he’ll ruffle your hair and look at you with the fondest eyes. maybe give your hand a squeeze if nobody’s looking.

𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

naturally dominant. typically a softer dom unless you provoke him, then he has no issue roughing you up and fucking you into a drooling mess.

so big and strong and loves any position that demonstrates that – fucking you against the wall with your legs wrapped tight around his hips, stand-and-carry, having you on top and bouncing you like you weigh nothing. 

loves when you dig your nails into his back

slightly prefers ass over tits but is overall a leg/thigh kind of guy. includes feet. i’m so sorry.

stockings/thigh high socks/fishnets/garters absolutely knock him out 

great stamina while you’re fucking but almost instantly falls asleep when you’re done. or just wants to cuddle. 

mildly into somnophilia (receiving – loves being woken up with blowjobs)

praises you heavily while you’re riding him

“that’s it, just like that. good girl. good fucking girl.” 

can get a little too romantic when he’s really close and not thinking clearly

“gonna make me cum, angel, love this pussy so fucking much. love you so fucking much.” 

prefers cumming inside you but he’s really just happy to be included 

he gets a little goofy during quickies and does things like bite your asscheek before eating you out. 

secretly loves when you tie his wrists to the headboard and use him however you want. overstimulation is one of his favorite things, especially when it’s your hand forcing orgasm after orgasm from him. 

generally into rope-play but also really likes using his hands and sheer strength alone

bite his bottom lip or gently touch his upper thigh and he’s instantly hard

he’s a hopeless romantic! masturbating alone isn’t the same! he likes dirty-talking on the phone with you when you’re not together, or he just waits until you are. 

will break the headboard and dent the wall if he gets carried away

loves shower sex after stressful days

gets hard from making out – especially if you’re half-dressed on his lap and grinding against his bulge. sometimes he can feel you all warm and throbbing through your panties and he almost blacks out. 

worships your pussy but he will actually start writing his vows the moment you take him down your throat. 

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[luxekook]

when fire meets frost | kth

as part of the christmas with bangtan: secret santa collab

❅ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❅ genre: second chance romance, exes to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

❅ summary: just like a bad holiday song, you gave taehyung your heart last christmas. only in this scenario, he broke it eight months later. now you’re both back at that same damn holiday party where you first met one year ago and you’re just praying for you and your heart to leave in one piece.

❅ word count: 5.8k

❅ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive comments, drinking, DIY mistletoe, light violence, random ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’ references, drunk tae (TM), break-up flashbacks, weird humor, hella tension, hella groveling, making out, smut [oral (m to f)], the fluffiest of fluff (borderline cheese...actually...full-on cheese)

❅ banner by: the almighty and powerful maggie @kimtaehyunq​ - who also is the collab host!

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 8:00PM

Taehyung is staring at you. Again. Though you're facing slightly away from him, you know that if you give even the slightest glance over, your suspicions will all but be confirmed. The heated gaze you feel skimming over your body continues as you take a much needed sip of your mulled wine and pray that you get out of his line of vision soon with your dignity still intact.

Seokjin, your best friend and current partner in conversation, notices your predicament and scoffs, “You really should just put that boy out of his misery, (y/n). Scrooge himself would be down to have a foursome with the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future if he was around all this pent-up sexual tension.”

Your red-painted lips curl in a surely unattractive manner that resembles something between a grimace and a grin. You’ve heard variations of this argument about a dozen times from just as many sources, but Seokjin’s might just be the most absurd.

“I don’t know how or why your brain went right to a ghost-fucking analogy, but I’ve long since given up trying to understand your thought processes.”

Seokjin’s chest puffs up at your words like they incite something he should feel proud of. You sigh and shake your head at him, feeling a mix of exasperation and endearment - a constant haze of comfort you feel around your best friend.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin continues, completely undeterred by your attempts to divert the conversation onto him, “He’s hot. You’re hot. He’s still into you. You’re still into him. I don’t see the problem.”

“I never said–!” You cut yourself off. He’s baiting you. “You son of a nutcracker. You know full well what the problem is. I’ve told you more times than Yoongi has yelled at someone for getting too close to his precious sound system.

At your words, you both look over to your left where Yoongi is currently chewing out a sheepish Namjoon with a death-grip on his expensive ass speakers.

“And I’ve told you that your reasons are shaky at best, (y/n),” Seokjin sighs, placing his chin in his palm and leaning over to you. He continues with a conspiring whisper, “Just because you’re scared you’ll get hurt again doesn’t mean you should never put yourself back out there.”

“Oh yeah,” You scowl, “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never been dumped by the boy you love because he ‘wants to explore other options’. And then have to keep being around said-boy because you’re in the same friend group. And then fast forward a few months to when that same boy shows up drunk at your doorstep asking for you to take him back because you’re ‘the only one for him’. Spoiler alert: that’s fucking bullshit. And then–”

Seokjin slaps a palm over your mouth, effectively cutting you off mid-rant. “Babe, you have to stop rehashing this. Taehyung clearly is still in love with you. He looks at you like he wants to fucking eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Besides, Tae hasn’t even hooked up with anyone since he asked for another chance.”

“That we know of,” You mumble darkly behind Seokjin’s palm - your words only a barely audible jumble of syllables.

“Are you accosting my date, Jin?” The voice of your co-worker and close friend Felix meets your ears as you shove Seokjin’s hand off of you. When you invited Felix to come to Jimin’s annual holiday party, you briefed him on the situation - like any good friend would. You needed him there as an extra buffer. While you love Seokjin, he definitely can get swept up into petty drama - namely baseless arguments with Jungkook.

As your closest work friend, Felix knows all about you and Taehyung, and therefore he agreed to be your “date” in exchange for your help in getting him a date with Alicia, the new accountant in your office. You’ve spent countless hours sitting next to each other as desk neighbors and coworkers. Felix is quiet, cute and respectful - not to mention his voice is to die for.

Felix’s hand settles on the middle of your back in completely friendly territory, but you can’t help but feel the eyes on you have ramped up in intensity. You wonder if Felix can feel his hand burning from the heat and almost think he does when Felix drops his hand a second later.

It’s one thing to make you uncomfortable. You’ve learned to stomach that. But it’s another thing to make your friends uncomfortable. And for that you turn and level a glare at that beautiful asshole, sitting at a nearby table with Jimin and still looking at you with those goddamn eyes.

Taehyung shamelessly stares back at you as Jimin prattles on about something in his ear before noticing Tae’s mind is elsewhere. Following his gaze to you, Jimin groans and shoves Taehyung’s shoulder before strutting away towards the kitchen. You watch as Jimin saunters by and roll your eyes when he winks at you when your eyes meet. That one has always been trouble.

When you turn back around, Taehyung is still staring at you. No, this time he’s staring at your body - namely, your ass. You ignore the burst of heat that runs through you and make a face somewhere between a scowl and a glare. He looks up at you without the least bit of remorse.

Your eyes narrow. Your ass isn’t even out! Your green ugly Christmas sweater adorned with real ornaments basically falls to your knees. But then again, Taehyung has always had a vivid imagination - and an even better memory. His mind is like a goddamn vault.

You tug your attention away from your ex and back to the current conversation. But your thoughts wander. You still feel that pull towards Taehyung - that same damn pull that’s been there since you first met him. And that scares the shit out of you.

Flashback: The First Meeting, Last Christmas

You’re perched on the arm of Namjoon’s black pleather sofa (“It doesn’t stain! Can you believe that?” “Namjoon, it’s ripped in seven places.”). Surveying the flurry of friends scattered throughout the cozy apartment, you only see a few people that you don’t know. But something feels different tonight, and you just can’t figure out why.

Did Namjoon rearrange his plants? Did Jimin part his hair differently? Did Hoseok change his outfit - again?  

“A-yo, (y/n)!” Seokjin yells over to you from clear across the room. You’re always baffled at how clueless that boy is to social cues. “Come meet Taehyung!” Your friend continues to yell, practically pinwheeling his arms to beckon you over to his side of the room. You can vaguely make out an unknown figure standing with their back to you, facing Seokjin in conversation.

You sigh. Might as well get this over with before Seokjin decides to start pretending to lasso you over to his side of the room. Or worse - get his actual lasso that he has for some unknown reason. A natural performer that boy is. Getting to your feet, you cross the room. Your heartbeat thuds in your chest and you rub a hand over your heart absentmindedly.

What is wrong with you? Meeting new people always brings nerves, but you never usually feel this out of sorts. You step into Seokjin’s outstretched arm and into the embrace of your best friend. And then you look up at the newcomer.

Hooded dark eyes. Curly black hair. Perfect pink lips. Jawline chiseled by the gods.

Your breath catches in your throat. Words buzz in the air around you but you can't distinguish one from the next. You’re pretty sure Seokjin is making some sort of joke because his sides start to shake and the beautiful stranger looks exasperatedly amused. Yet, his eyes never stray from yours.

His lips part like his breath is caught in his throat.

“Taehyung-ie, don’t be rude! Say hi!” Seokjin shoves Taehyung, jolting you both out of your little staring contest.

“Hi,” Taehyung repeats. Your stomach flips at the depth of his voice. “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae. Or V. Or just Taehyung.”

Your smile widens at his ramblings and the rising color of his cheeks. “Hi, Tae,” You can't help but grin up at the adorable, beautiful boy. He really looks angelic under the kitchen lights. His halo of curls frames his face in such a way that makes you want to curl your finger around one and tug.

Vaguely, you can tell that Seokjin is shooting rapid looks between you and Taehyung, looking like some sort of bobblehead in 100mph winds. Suddenly, a Grinch-like grin takes over his face. “Why don’t you crazy kids get some more wine? I need to talk to Yoongi...” Seokjin slips away.

In hindsight, you should have immediately been tipped off that Seokjin was up to no good. Seokjin seeking out Yoongi? Nothing good ever comes from that.

And you were right. Not twenty minutes later, you and Taehyung are both stuttering messes underneath a hastily tapped up branch of mistletoe - at least that’s what Seokjin’s calling it. You think it looks like a clump of grass with a grape thrown in there.

Just as you start to tell Taehyung that he doesn’t have to feel pressured by your lame friends, he cups your face in his hands and lowers his lips to yours.

Fucking magic.

There aren’t fireworks or sparks. There’s a whole blazing inferno between the two of you.

Your hands slide up his back, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. Taehyung lets out a small gasp as your fingers tug on his locks, and you slowly slide your tongue across his lower lip.

“Uh, okay… Hello? Hey, guys!”

Finally, Yoongi slams together two pans from the kitchen, jolting you both away from each other in fright.

“Break that shit up,” Yoongi shoots a glare at a grinning Seokjin. “I did not sign up for that level of PDA, Jin.”

“I can’t predict love, Yoongi-ah. I can only bring lovers together,” Jin sighs, clasping his hands over his heart dramatically. Yoongi pinches Seokjin in the side, immediately instigating a fight.

Taehyung reclaims your attention, shyly intertwining his pinky with yours. In the midst of all the chaos around you, he just looks at you like you are the only thing that matters.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 9:02PM

“I don’t know how you survive when he looks at you like that. I’m practically melting just being in proximity of the two of you.”

Your friend Ciana’s comment pulls your attention away from your demon of an ex as he strides by, leveling you with a calculated smolder.

It’s a look that says he’s going to fuck you up in the best way - the way that used to leave you weak in the knees and covered in hickies. Taehyung’s fuck me eyes are your kryptonite. He knows it. You know it. The whole party knows it. Hence, it makes sense how he’s shamelessly using them any fucking chance he can just to mess with you.

It’s practically a fulltime job pretending it doesn't affect you. And it's a job you are failing at miserably.

You sigh and take a big sip of your drink. “Oh, I'm not surviving,” You confess, “This is just a hologram image of me. I’m practically clear across the country by now.”

Ciana laughs, “Girl, I don't blame you, but I have to say… He looks like he would follow you anywhere.”

You scoff. There was a time where you would wholeheartedly agree. Since your first meeting, Tae made you feel like you were the center of his universe.

After talking all night at Seokjin’s party, you exchanged numbers and within a few days Tae asked you out.

Your first date was to an art gallery. The two of you spent hours there, studying art and exchanging soft murmured interpretations. You would often catch Taehyung staring at you instead of at the paintings decorating the walls, and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

The dates continued until Taehyung managed to gather up the courage to ask you to be exclusive - his words, not yours. You hadn’t believed that he could ever have doubted your answer. But in hindsight, you probably should have doubted him.

Things were great for a while. No - they were better than great. They were the best eight months of your fucking life. Until they weren’t.

“Why did y’all break up again?” Ciana asks, pulling your attention to her once more.

You let a bitter laugh escape. “You’ll have to ask him that.”

Flashback: The Break-Up, August

“I want to see other people.”

The words strike you like a serrated blade. The plate you’re washing falls into the sink with a clatter. Your heart stills in your chest.

“What?” For a second you believe that you must have misheard him. Only he crushes that hope into dust within seconds.

“I said I want to see other people.” Taehyung repeats, a bit louder.

“You mean like taking a break?” You refuse to turn around and face him. You refuse to believe that your relationship is crumbling down. Your mind tries to grasp at straws. “Or trying ethical non-monogamy?”

“No, (y/n),” Taehyung sighs, “I mean that I want to break up.”

“But why? I don’t understand.” The tears begin to sting your eyes as you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of the blindside that Taehyung just threw at you. “What did I do? How can I fix this?”

“You can’t, okay?” The exasperation in his voice is palpable. “I’m bored here. I feel tied down. We’re both so young... How can we know we’re right for each other when there’s so many other people out there?”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” You seethe, finally whirling to face him. Taehyung flinches when he sees your tearstained face but you persevere and continue, “I bore you? That’s sure not what it seemed like two days ago when you were fucking me against the wall of that club bathroom.”

“Things change,” Taehyung scowls, “I need to explore other options, (y/n), and I think you should, too.”

Your heart is breaking, a fissure splitting it right down the middle. “You want to explore other options,” You repeat, in a deadpan voice. “Do you already have someone in mind?”

The split second pause Taehyung takes is all you need to know the answer to that.

“Get out.”

“(Y/n), it wasn’t the only reason!” Taehyung scrambles to explain. “We haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Oh, you’re a ‘we’ already? Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Well, I hope you’re happy with them. I hope they don’t bore you or tie you down. I hope you’re right for each other. I hope youre fucking happy with yourself and your decision.”

“Can’t we still be friends?”

You don’t deem that question worthy enough of an answer and slam your front door in the face of the person who ten minutes ago had been the love of your life.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:21PM

The amount of love in the room is making your stomach turn. You watch as your coupled up friends exchange presents and kisses. You’re so happy for each and every one of them, don’t get you wrong. You just can’t help but feel increasingly alone with each passing minute.

Felix notices the dip in your mood and nudges you, “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah,” You snuggle deeper into his side. Thank god for Felix. “Thanks for coming with me to this shindig. It would have been hard to be alone this year.”

“No worries, babe. Besides, how else am I gonna get Alicia to go out with me?”

You laugh at Felix’s words. The boy was oblivious to the fact that Alicia had already approached you to ask if he was single. Sometimes you enjoy your diabolical mind. “Oh, she’ll definitely go out with you,” You reply, pinching his cheek, “Who could resist this face?”

“You did. Three years ago,” Felix whines, shoving your hand away from him playfully.

“Sadly you’re not my type, pretty boy,” You sigh. It truly was sad. Felix is the nicest human you know - besides Seokjin. The fact that you're not interested just reinforces the idea that you have terrible taste in men.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know who you could possibly be referring to,” You sniff, turning away.

“Oh, I don’t know… Maybe the guy that hasn’t stopped circling you like a fucking shark in water since we got here?”

“He has not,” You retort, rolling your eyes.

“A-ha! So you do know exactly who I’m referring to, you little liar!”

“Goddamnit,” You laugh. “I need another drink to put up with you. You want a refill?” You gesture towards his cup.

“Nah, I’m good,” Felix shakes his head. You nod and head over to the kitchen, thankfully seeing no sign of ‘Shark Boy’.

But you spoke too soon, because just as you’re reaching up for a new mug you feel him.

“Is that little boy out there your boyfriend? I didn’t think you were dating anyone,” A rough voice growls from entirely too close to your ear.

You turn your head and shoot your best side-eye at the asshole who’s heated stare is aimed straight down at you. You internally curse at the unfortunate fact that Kim Taehyung somehow still can manage to look gorgeous in a bright red sweater with a whole-ass Santa beard stitched to its collar. You have never hated him more given that you look like a hot mess of a Christmas tree that no one wants to climb.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Kim,” You retort, turning around again and grabbing a glass from the cabinet. You can feel his warmth surrounding you as he grabs the mug for you instead, his body pushed up against yours.

“Move,” You order, your voice shaking slightly. But instead of listening, Tae grabs your hips and turns you around, caging you in between his arms.

“See, you’re wrong, (y/n),” His eyes dart from your own to your lips, “Everything that concerns you is my business. It has since the moment I met you, and it hasn’t stopped since.”

The incredulous snort escapes you before you can attempt to rein it in, “Taehyung, you broke up with me! I’m pretty sure that means you consider me old news and - above all - none of your fucking business.”

“And I told you I made a mistake!” Taehyung leans closer, his jaw ticking.

“You were drunk!” You stab a finger into his admittedly toned chest that you can feel even through that abominable Santa beard, “And it took you two fucking months to say that, only to never bring it up again. So excuse me if I find your argument lacking.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses softly, running a hand through his mess of curls, “I miss that smart mouth.”

“Yeah?” Your response flies out too fast for your brain to check your words, “Well I miss being enough for you.”

Taehyung looks stricken. “Baby…” He reaches for you but you duck past him and beeline straight for Jimin’s bathroom. Locking yourself inside, you slide to the floor and contemplate your chances of sneaking out the tiny bathroom window just like you did that night some months ago.

Flashback: A Streetcar Named WTF, October

A harsh banging sound jolts you awake. “What the fuck,” You mumble, fumbling around blindly trying to find your phone amidst the blankets and pillows surrounding you.

Finally, your hand locates the small metal device and you switch your screen on. Your eyes immediately shut at the brightness and you muster up the will to peek at the time.

3:12AM.

Who the hell dares to pound on your door at this hour? What is this - A Streetcar Named Desire? Well, slap your ass and call you Blanche because this asshole is about to feel your wrath.

Stomping over to your door, you swing it open and say, “There’s no Stella here, Stanley. Fuck off.”

While you don’t find a drunk Marlon Brando on your doorstep, you do find a drunk Taehyung.

“Who the fuck’s Stanley?” Tae glares, trying to cross his arms but failing somehow.

“Good lord, Taehyung,” You groan, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside your apartment, “You smell like a whole goddamn brewery. How did you even end up here?”

“Walked,” He says proudly while smiling down at your hand on his arm like an idiot. “Who’s Stamplee? I mean, Stangfree.”

You pinch your nose with your free hand. This boy… Ignoring his idiocy completely, you question, “You walked?” You push him down onto your couch and head into your kitchen to grab him some water.

“Yup! All by myself! Are you proud of me? Sandflea could never!”

You jump. Somehow Tae still managed to sneak up behind you while drunk out of his mind.

“Kim Taehyung, sit your drunk ass down.” You jab a finger in the direction of the couch he just vacated.

“But you’re so far away when I sit all the way over there, baby,” He pouts, giving you puppy dog eyes. “And I’m not drunk!”

You don’t dignify his words with a response. Handing the glass of water to the problem currently sprawled out on your couch, you sigh. What are you going to do with him? He can’t stay here… But he’s in no shape to walk back to wherever the fuck he came from.

“Tell me, Kim, why did you think that walking to my apartment of all places was a good idea? I could have moved!” Disdain drips from every syllable, “Is anything going on in that brain of yours? If so, it’s clearly not making any sense.”

“I beg to differ,” Taehyung has the audacity to grin up at you as he continues, “My brain makes perfect sense, baby. You plus me equals three.” His eyebrows wiggle up and down as he swings his hands out, showering you with the glass of water you just handed him.

“Maybe I’ll call you a math tutor along with your Uber,” You mumble as you fight the urge to laugh at the mess of a boy staring up at you from your couch. Grabbing a kitchen towel, you dab the water off of you as best you can. Glancing back down at Tae, you notice his attention has fallen to your chest, where the water he practically threw at you has plastered your tanktop to your skin.

“Hey, eyes up here,” You slap his arm with the damp towel, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“One more minute,” He says, absentmindedly rubbing his arm.

His attention gives you butterflies for a split second before you lock that shit down. You aren’t a fool; you’re fully aware that Taehyung’s the farthest thing from available, but he’s still hot as hell with his muscular stature, his wicked brown eyes, and his full pink lips. And that deep voice… it has shamefully been the fuel of your fantasies for the past few weeks. But that is neither here nor there.

So while his undivided attention always did make you feel fucking incredible, now he’s just a drunk boy who’s acting like he’s never seen nipples before.

“I’m calling you an Uber, okay?” You finally say, grabbing your phone and pulling up the app.

“Can’t I stay here?” Taehyung pouts, “Or will Surley get mad?”

“His name is Stanley,” You automatically reply and then curse as Taehyung lurches to his feet.

“I knew it! Where is he? Where is my replacement? I challenge him to a duel!”

“A duel?” You can’t help but laugh, “On what grounds?”

“For your hand, of course!” Taehyung rapidly glances around your apartment before his eyes land on the broom tucked in the corner of your kitchen. “There’s my sword!”

Before he can take a step towards his ‘sword’, you grab his arm and push him back down onto your couch.

“Wow, you’re strong!” Tae stares up at you adoringly, “And so-o cute. Wanna date?”

“You’re drunk, Tae. Don’t say things like that.” God, he’s going to give you a complex. You had just started getting over him and now he does this? Why is life deadset on fucking you over?

“But I do wanna date you!” Taehyung insists, “Don’t you miss me? Miss us? I still love you. I never stopped.”

“Tae, please stop.”

“I made a mistake, baby, and I wanna fix it. Can you give me a chance? Please?” His brown eyes blink up at you slowly. His lids practically fight to stay open as his words slur together.

The boy is falling asleep. Sighing, you close the Uber app. Looks like you’re housing your ex for the evening.

“I wanna marry you,” He mumbles, “Bought the ring last week. If you can just love me again I’ll be the luckiest…” His words get more and more inaudible. Mumbles about Stanley and revenge and kisses and altars filter through as you place a blanket over his form.

“Goodnight, Tae.” You can’t resist brushing your fingers through his hair. Your heart stutters as he practically leans into your touch like a cat, smiling contentedly.

“We’ll see if you remember this in the morning,” You mutter, setting another glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table for him when he wakes up.

After making sure Taehyung’s on his side with a bucket for potential incidents, you head back to bed.

When you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:23PM

“(y/n)... baby, please let me in.”

The underlying meaning of those six words is not lost on you. Could you let him in again? Taehyung once held your heart and then he basically smashed it on concrete and backed over it with his car - twice.

“Go away.” Your words sound weak even to your own ears.

“No, I need to talk to you… Please.” His voice breaks on the last word and you cave. Standing you unlock the door and back up. You could have a logical and reasonable discussion with Tae and get some closure, leaving all feelings out of it. Maybe...

“Two minutes,” You declare, “Nothing more.”

“But–”

You cut him off, “1:55…” You tap your foot and smile as Taehyung shoots you a look.

“Fine,” He rubs the back of his neck, peeking up at you under his lashes. “I got scared, okay?”

Your disbelief must show all over your face because he continues.

“Yeah, I was scared - fucking terrified of how much I feel for you. How in love with you I am. How can it be that easy to find your soulmate? It didn’t make any sense to me. And then Pia began to show an interest in me and I convinced myself it was a good idea to distance myself from you. To see other people. To try to make sense of my feelings.”

You hold up a hand. “So, you’re saying that you broke up with me because you were ‘too in love with me?’ What the fuck kind of selfish bullshit is that, Taehyung? You broke my fucking heart for someone you didn’t even like because you were scared I was your soulmate? Don’t you see how that just makes me feel like shit?”

Taehyung sinks to his knees. “(Y/n), baby, please. I am so sorry. I fucked up in the worst, most selfish way possible. It kills me that I broke your heart.”

“Ugh, get up, you drama king.” You pull him to his feet, continuing, “Why did you leave after that night? You said all those things when you were drunk and then just left.”

“Yeah, I kind of don’t remember what I said or how I even ended up at your place.” A blush takes over his face, “It’s so embarrassing you had to see me like that and I kind of just wanted to forget it happened. And I really hoped that you forgot it did, too. I didn’t expect you to just keep acting like you forgot my existence altogether.”

“What does that mean? I see you all the time, Tae! We’re in the same friend group for god’s sakes. We’re around each other all the time… Maybe even too much.” You mumble the last few words, but he catches them.

“Too much? You avoid me at all costs! You don’t smile at me anymore. You don’t even look at me most times! It kills me that all I get from you now is ice, when I know you have so much fire.”

His words confuse you. So he does want you back? Your friends weren’t exaggerating? A small burst of hope swells inside you, but the memory of the break-up outweighs it. “You don’t even know me though, Taehyung. Not anymore.”

“No. You’re wrong,” Taehyung leans closer to you, and you take a step back. Your back bumps up against the sink, your plastic ornaments adorning your sweater clinking awkwardly.

Tae brushes a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes begging you to listen, “I do know you. I know that you still take your coffee black with caramel. I know that you started doing yoga but are too proud to admit you hate it. I know that you came to my art show last month but left before I could talk to you alone. I know that you–”

“Stop,” Your voice trembles, “Please, I can’t. Taehyung, you hurt me so fucking much. Don’t you get that? I just started feeling whole again. So if I let you back in and you hurt me, I might shatter completely.”

His hands cup your face gently, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “I won’t ever hurt you again, baby. Please give me one more chance. That’s all I need. I want to keep you forever, (y/n)... I bought you a ring, did I tell you that when I was drunk? I think I did. I still have it. It’s yours - just like my heart.”

“God, you’re still so fucking cheesy,” You can’t hold back your smile even though more tears are falling down your cheeks.

And then his lips are on yours.

Taehyung kisses you like you're the most precious thing in the universe. Like you might break in the palm of his hand if he’s not careful enough. And maybe you will. But for right now, you melt into him.

He tastes like home.

Taehyung’s touch is tentative at first. His hands slide into your hair, tugging you even closer. You feel like you might burst, feeling so many emotions. Love. Fear. Confusion. Hope. You hook your leg around him, wanting him pressed against you everywhere.

Taehyung groans and one of his hands drops down to grab your thigh, wrapping it more securely around his waist. “Jump, baby,” He mumbles into your lips, and you listen automatically.

He perches you on the edge of the sink, kisses you deeply, and then sinks back down to his knees.

“Tae–” You protest, as he runs his hands slowly up your calves.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long, baby,” His dark eyes burn into yours, “Please don’t let me go another minute without you on my tongue.”

Fuck. Well, you can’t argue with that. When Tae sees you open your legs a bit more, he grins up at you and places a quick kiss on the inside of your knee.

His touch becomes more frantic as he moves up, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher.

When he sees the lacy red panties you have on, he snaps, lunging forward and hitching your thigh over his shoulder. Pushing your underwear to the side, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You gasp as he sucks your bud into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.

Your hand winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy. “So fucking wet for me, baby. God, I love you.”

Taehyung places a soft kiss on your inner thigh before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His tongue sinks into you, making your hips buck against his face. His hand shoots up to steady you as his tongue continues to flick in and out of you.

The sight of the boy you never stopped loving tongue deep in your pussy almost pushes you over the edge already. “Ta-ae,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby, please.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, brushing your walls.

The first few strokes of his fingers are slow. Too slow for your liking, “Taehyung, fuck me with your fingers.”

A rumble moves up his chest as he obeys, pushing another finger deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” He curses and begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, “You feel even better than I remember, so goddamn wet.”

His mouth finally returns to your clit, his tongue flicking over it every so often. You’re hurtling towards your orgasm as his long fingers continue to pound into you and his mouth continues to lick at your pussy.

You feel the heat building up and you come with a gasp. Taehyung continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm until you slump back against the mirror above the sink.

Taehyung grins up at you, licking up everything you gave him. Finally, you gently push him off you. Still licking his fingers clean, Taehyung’s eyes sparkle up at you, “Well? Wanna get married?”

“Oh my god,” You burst out laughing, hopping off the sink onto shaky legs. “Why don’t you start by wooing me? We’ll go from there.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You blink.

Taehyung smiles. His wild dark curls are sticking up in random places - courtesy of your hands. His eyes are full of their usual sinful promises, but this time they also hold excitement and a tiny spark of hope. “Prepare to be wooed, wifey.”

“Fuck off,” You laugh, quickly fixing your hair in the mirror before smoothing down your sweater dress.

Nodding at your semi-acceptable reflection, you swing the door open to reveal just about every person from the party collectively gathered just outside.

“I knew it!” Seokjin shrieks. “Where’s my mistletoe?”

“My poor bathroom!” Jimin cries, “Defiled! Desecrated!”

“Why am I friends with you all?” Yoongi asks no one in particular.

“Well,” Tae whispers in your ear, “At least we won’t have to tell them, right?”

You smile despite the embarrassing situation and nod. This Christmas might just be your best yet.

a/n: sorry that this is late and severely unedited LOL plz be kind, this is my first fic back and YA GIRL IS RUSTY

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[gyllenhaalstories]

SOUTHPAW, PART 2: HEART OF GLASS.

summary: rapper!jake took more time than planned to make sure his surprise pleases you. in the meantime, you got impatient and decided to fix the problem yourself, but without his permission. that was a huge mistake. he comes home and finds you on all four, pleasuring yourself shamelessly. you, eventually, figure out you’re being watched by your boyfriend, but you refuse to move, frozen by the anticipation of what is next to come. however, all you can hear is a shocked gasp that did not come from jake. 

word count: 2111 words.

warnings: smut (duh), masturbation, threesome (or foursome?), degradation, use of toys, dom/sub, m/m interactions, spitroast, (sloppy) oral, d/p, creampie, anal and coarse language.

notes: miley cyrus singing heart of glass gives me hope in humanity. anyway! here’s the second part of southpaw, which mixes the angry sex headcanon and just more filth. it was supposed to be the third part but i loved it so much i couldn’t wait to share it! i hope you guys enjoy!!!! oh, have i forgotten to mention it includes singer!tom? and they said avengers infinity war was the biggest crossover in history... 

“Honey, I’m home.” Jake slammed the door open, but frowned when he did not find you on the couch. The living room looked messy, with pillows thrown on the ground and the remote control lost somewhere between the cushions. Not only ten minutes ago, he had texted you and you sent him a photo, cuddling with a blanket while watch television. What on Earth could have happened within ten minutes?

A lot had happened. It started with Jake leaving you hanging quite possibly all day long. Your eyes were glued to your phone, but he took forever to reply to your text messages. He told you he was at the record label, but he would come home early to finish what you two had started this morning. The problem was, he never came home. And you never got to come either. What a shame.

You waited, patiently at first. You did all you could to keep your mind busy. You even did the dishes. You hated that. You soon understood Jake would probably stay out for the night, so you had enough. Why was his surprise so important? What could he be planning, a whole wedding? The thought made your heart skip a beat.

So there you were. Your clothes were all over the bedroom floor. Your phone was blasting Jake’s songs. The only other noise in the room was your moans, they were loud and needy. You were on your knees, looking in front of you as you bopped up and down the pink glass dildo Jake bought you a while ago. You rarely got to use it, and you regretted it. The dildo felt divine. The cold glass instead of your heat sent shivers to your entire body. It did not feel as good as your boyfriend, but since he was not here to take care of the mess he made, it was better than nothing.

This morning, he had left in a hurry. He got a phone call from a producer and he left you, legs spread wide and your orgasm only a couple of thrusts away. “Some fuckin’ important shit,” He explained. “I’ll be back soon to finish you up. Don’t you there touch yourself, don’t be a stupid bitch”.

He would never know. You’d take a shower right after. You would clean up. You had all the time in the world, or so you thought.

“Where the fuck are you?” Jake shouted from the hallways, but you could not hear him.

You were humming to the lyrics of your favourite song from his in between moans. You had dropped down on all four, rolling your hips and riding the dildo with all the energy you had. You were so close.

So close, that Jake could see it from the door frame. So close, that he got hard just by the sight. “You’re just a dumb bitch.” 

You heard a gasp.

It did not come from you, nor did it come from Jake.

It came from the smaller body behind Jake’s shoulder. You slowed your movements and squinted. It could not be...

“I brought my friend Tom as a surprise for you and that’s how you thank me? By disobeying? Fuckin’ pathetic.”

His friend Tom. You lifted yourself up from the dildo, which fell on the group in a loud sound. Tom waved awkwardly. He used his other hand to palm at his crotch, where you could see his growing buldge. Tom, you remembered him. Your boyfriend brought him over a few times. You overheard they were working together. You liked him. He was talented, he had a great voice, he was cute, but he had one flaw: he was so in love with Jake that you wondered how he had not noticed already.

You stuttered an apology, as you stared quizzically at Tom. You were in big trouble and moving to cover yourself or put your clothes back on were not options. So you stayed there, kneeling and confused. “A surprise?”

Jake laughed. “Tell her why you’re here, Tom.”

Why did he speak to Tom with such softness but treated you like shit? You did not know, but you were liking it.

“Jake is sorry for making you wait all day, uh...” He had forgotten your name and his cheeks were turning cherry red. “Miss.”

You let out a long sigh. Jake smirked. You had never been called this way before.

“And he wanted to make it up to you. We wanted that.” He looked over at Jake.

 Your boyfriend encouraged him with a nod as he walked closer to you, picking up the slick toy from your feet. He presented it to your lips, you opened them. He pushed the cold again glass dildo slowly in. 

“We want to fuck you.” Such filthy words coming out of the mouth of the guy who sang about sunflowers and sunsets sent another wave of shivers to your core. “Double the fun.”

“Triple.” Jake corrected and pushed the dildo so deep you gagged around it. He pulled it out and laughed again. “Wanna show Tom you can be useful?”

You nodded. There was no time for questions or hesitations. If you wanted to come, you had to do whatever you were asked to do.

“Crawl.” Jake ordered.

And crawl, you did.

Tom unzipped his pants and took them off. You watched his cock, thick and red from the blood rushing through it, bop with excitement. You licked him, from the bottom all the way to the tip. He had just enough time to take his light coral hoodie off before he pressed his hand at the back of your head and forced you to take him all the way down your throat.

You gagged instantly.

Jake was stroking himself, he had taken his clothes off too, but you could not see him. “Use her.”

The way Jake was talking like you barely existed turned you on even more. Tom started to fuck your throat. It hurt, it really did, but it felt so good. The more spit that covered his throat, the louder were Tom’s moans. He was on cloud nine when you cupped his balls.

“Don’t come yet.”

And Tom pulled away. He was listening to everything Jake said, obeying like you did. Jake was delighted by the sight of your face and breasts covered with your spit while Tom’s cock kept throbbing.

“You’re gonna take all we give you, right?” Jake grabbed your neck and pulled you back, so your back was arched beautifully. “I asked you a question, bitch.”

“Yes, please, give me everything. I’ll take you so well. Please!”

Jake spit in your open mouth and he moved to the floor as well. He pushed on your neck. Your face was down, close to Tom’s feet as Jake used both of his hands to spread your ass cheeks open and expose your wet holes.

He spit again, this time on your cunt. You were still stretched from the toy, so he had very little difficulty shoving his hard cock inside of you. He bottomed out, making you gasp.

You thanked him again and again, with each thrust. You whined when he pulled out of you to work on your asshole.

He gathered some of your wetness and spread it on the hole. He rubbed on it gently and pressed one finger it. Then a second and a third. He was careful, he listened to your reactions closely.

“More! Fuck, I need more!”

Jake slapped your ass hard. “Shut this bitch up.”

Tom helped you sit up and he presented his cock to your mouth again while Jake kept working you open until he was satisfied.

Jake switched positions. He was underneath you and Tom was kneeling down.

“May I?” Tom asked, Jake nodded. “Are you ready, Miss?”

“Yes!” You cried out. “For what?”

“Such a dumb baby.”

Tom started to tease your asshole with the tip of his cock and he finally pushed it inside of you. He was slow, even slower than Jake with his fingers. He made sure you were not in pain too muchy and he spit a on you a good amount.

Jake was cupping your face, holding it lovingly while he watched your eyes roll inwards at the feeling of Tom’s dick inside of your ass. “How does she feel?”

“Amazing, sir. She feels really amazing.”

“What do we say?”

“Thank you, Miss. Oh fuck... She’s so tight.”

Jake smiled proudly and wiped the tears of pleasure from your cheeks. He talked to you the whole time you were taking Tom’s cock. He complimented you, he encouraged you, he apologized for bneing home late. A lot was happening at the same time.

But it was not enough. “I...” You panted, catch both men’s attention. “I need more. I want more cock.”

Tom pulled out of your ass, as he felt himself getting close again. Jake wa busy kissing you so he took the initiative and teased your pussy with his fat tip.

"Hold the fuck on.” Jake shouted, frowning.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I just thought...”

“It’s my pussy.” Jake barked. He reached between your bodies to place his cock near your pussy. You were dripping wet. He licked his lips. God how he wish he could taste you right now. He finally shoved his cock inside of you. He left you no time to adjust and started pounding into you.

Tom helped you meet Jake’s hip thrusts, taking him so much deeper. And just like that, you came hard around Jake who did not stop moving. He helped you ride on your pleasure and he looked at Tom again.

Tom pushed himself into your ass. You felt even tighter than earlier.

Your moans were driving them crazy, but Jake wanted to listen to the music that was still playing. It was his and Tom’s first collaboration together. Back when Tom was still innocent, too shy to even ask for a glass of water when he came over to rehearse the chorus of his song.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jake told you and grabbed the dildo, shoving it in your mouth again. He fucked your throat and your pussy in mtching thrusts while Tom moved slowly inside of you.

The song finally came to an end and you were crying, moaning, screaming. You were an incoherent mess.

“Do you love being full?” Jake asked and you nodded, mumbling inaudible words. “You’re such a cockslut, willing to take everything we present to your filthy holes. Take us. Take us three.”

And you did, as best as you could. You bopped your head against the class dildo and started to rock your hips again. The rhythym was off but it felt heavenly.

“Sir I’m... I’m gonna come!” Tom warned.

“Hold it.”

So Tom pulled out of you and watched your gaping hole closely.

Jake let go of the dildo for good and reached between your slapping skin so he could tease your clit and bring you to your second orgasm. You kept thanking him and praising him. You were so good to him no matter how roughly he was fucking you.

“I want your cum, Jake, please, give it to me! I want it so bad! I’ve needed it all day!”

“So that’s why you didn’t listen to my rules.” That was Jake said before he buried his face in your sweaty neck and shot his load inside of you. He decided to give Tom a show and pulled out, so his cum, mixed with your own juices, dripped out of your clenching pussy.

“Thank you, Daddy,” You tried to kiss Jake, but he sat up. You had nothing but your wobbly and tired legs to use as leverage.

Tom walked closer to your face and Jake stood up. He spit on his hand and went behind Tom so he could jerk him off. Tom came in long strokes on your face and some reached your chest.

Jake milked him until the last drop. He pat on his shoulder, congratulating him on fucking you so good.

You pouted and Jake giggled.

He really giggled. He brought Tom closer to you again and he let you suck them both clean. When you took both of their tips in your mouth, he wanted to take you for another round. But it was late, and Tom had to leave.

“Thank you.” Tom said shyly.

You gave him a big smile while you gathered the remaining drops of cum from your face and licked them off your fingers. “Your next collab better be the most awesome song ever to match what happened.” You sighed happily.

[trashi-bee]

Three’s a Crowd

Pairing: stripper! reader x Tommy x Nikki x Vince 

Warnings: 18+! (lots of smut), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation?, foursome, mentions of alcohol/drugs, face fucking, over stimulation, honestly just a fucking wild ride

Lil summary: you meet Tommy at the club and he introduces you to his friends

This is the first fan fic I've ever posted so please be nice-ish!

Adjusting the skirt that had ridden up into a thick band around your hips, you recoiled, looking back in distaste towards the older man sitting on the velvety, red sofa. “Oh come on baby, I paid, shouldn’t I be allowed to see a little more skin?”, you scoffed, turning in your heels to make your way towards the bar. 

Becoming a stripper wasn’t your original plan, but when bills started to pile up and adding another job into your already busy schedule wasn’t feasible, you decided it was your only option. Hell, you’d made more these past few months than you would’ve in a few years at your previous jobs, but the customers weren’t always so courteous. 

Pushing through the tightly knit crowd alongside the bar, you waited to be noticed. A soft tap on your right shoulder prompted you to roll your eyes, after the sour encounter with your last patron you couldn’t be bothered to deal with another. “Hey, look buddy, I’m off the clock at the moment so if you could leave me-“ turning your head to look at the man you were about to turn down, your gaze fell upon his face. Fuck, he was hot. “Ah man, I’m sorry, was just looking to buy a pretty lady a drink is all”, your demeanor changed, a smirk making its way onto your face “I’m sorry, hun, go ahead.. I’d love a Jack and Coke” 

“Ahhh good choice, my kinda girl”, extending his right hand, he sports a boyish grin and introduces himself “Oh, I’m Tommy, by the way” connecting your, much smaller, palm with his you giggled.His juvenile attitude was refreshing on a night like this. “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Y/N” 

“Pretty fuckin’ name for a pretty fuckin’ girl” he quipped, sliding your drink of choice across the smooth counter top into your hand. One swig was all it took, the familiar burn that enveloped your throat brought a smile to your face, nothin’ like a little liquid courage. 

“You know, me and two buddies are sittin’ in a private booth, if you’d like to join?”, he points behind himself, eagerly waiting for you to answer, a pout playing on his lips. There’s no way you could say no to this guy. The moment words of approval left your mouth he had taken your hand into his and lead you across the club. 

Keeping up with a man so tall and quick had proven difficult, your heels clicking against the floor as you scurried behind Tommy. It wasn’t very often you’d be invited into the VIP section, the few clientele that were provided access to these booths having already chosen a regular performer to visit. 

Upon entering the small, lavish room, lined wall to wall with soft, red material, furnished with a comically large, rounded couch and a circular table, your eyes fell on the two attractive men sat together, nose deep in a white powder sprawled across the table top. Tommy had squeezed your hand, giddy about announcing your arrival “boys, meet Y/N, Y/N meet Nikki-” his finger pointed towards the black haired, leather clad, bad boy to the left “-and Vince” your gaze now guided to the blondie on the right. 

Vince eyes you long enough to take in your attire, shamelessly ogling every curve along your body. Tommy places his hand on your lower back, sharing a wink with Vince as he wedges you between himself and Nikki, who still hasn’t lifted his head off of the table top. 

The sudden shift in weight prompted him to raise his head, wiping the remaining power off of his nose with the back of his hand. He laughs, popping open what you presume isn’t tonight's first bottle of Jack Daniels, “you a dancer, hunny?”

The mixture of the shot you had taken a few minutes prior, the feeling of being trapped between the most alluring men you’ve ever seen, and having Nikki glare into your eyes elicited a reaction in your groin you couldn’t ignore. 

“Only when I need to be”, you answer, your attention falling on Nikki and the suggestive look he gives Tommy. “You give Tommy here a show yet?”, you shake your head in response, your hand snaking its way up the side of Tommy’s upper thigh. You feel him shift beneath your touch. 

You look back at Tommy and notice an undeniable tent forming in his skin tight leather pants, his face flush. “Look, you really don’t have to-“, his sentence stopped short as you pulled yourself into his lap, your core scarcely hovering above his bulge. 

Vince whistles, his hand ghosting above his crotch as he pears above Nikki’s shoulder, “let the girl have a little fun, would you?”, Tommy grabs the liquor in Nikki’s palm, taking a swig and bringing his attention back to you “fuck, give em’ a show then, kitten”

The attention you’re receiving leaves you feeling exposed, the friction generated as you grind your core against Tommy only elevating the feeling of vulnerability. Sure, you were far from shy, but being directed was something you weren’t used to, you always called the shots. 

Tommy’s demeanor had shifted, his reluctant manner beginning to fade, a new aura enveloping his being. Your lips graze his, a guttural growl bubbles up from deep within his throat, the sudden jerk of your head causes you to gasp. Nikki uses the leverage he has on your hair to turn your face towards his, “I really don’t like when little girls tease” 

You pull your bottom lip forward, batting your eyelashes in your best attempt to convey innocence. Nikki huffs, the mischievous glint you catch in his eye has you on edge, he lifts your chin in order to bring your gaze level with his own, “now tell Tommy you’re sorry for being a tease” 

You puff, looking back at Tommy, your response laced with attitude “I’m sorry Tommy”, your line of sight falling back on Nikki, “was that good enough?”. 

Nikki looks to Vince for an answer, he flashes a smile that sends a wave of heat down to your core, “you fuckin’ kindin’ me?, I think this lil’ whore needs to be taught whose in charge”, before you could process the words that left the blondes mouth you felt Tommy wrap his hand around the base of your throat, lifting you off of his crotch with ease, tossing you on the floor in front of him. 

He leans forward, his hand tightening around your neck, an additional hand snaking up the back of your head and into your hair, “you gonna be a good little bitch and do what you’re told?”, You wish that you could refuse, but the ever-growing patch of slick forming in between your thighs has rendered you senseless, “yes, Tommy” 

“Good fucking girl-“, fishing himself from the confinement of his pants, he pumps himself a few times in preparation, a sinister look making its way onto his face “now suck me off in front of my friends” 

Your hand replaces his own at the base of his cock, lifting his length in order to gain access to the underside, licking from his balls to his tip. The length of his manhood is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, this becomes even more evident as you try, and fail, to take him all into your mouth, gagging before your lips could come flush with his pelvis.

Taking advantage of your vulnerability, Tommy takes your head into his grasp and forces you to take the entirety of his cock, pumping into your throat with such a velocity that drool oozes from the edge of your mouth, pooling at his groin.

Tear-filled eyes peer upwards, the sight of Vince working his hand around his length while attentively watching you come undone under Tommy’s sheer force makes your legs feel weak and your mind go blank. You’re somewhat brought back to consciousness when you feel Nikki pushing your skirt up around your hips, prodding at your damp hole through your barely-there underwear. 

The pressure being applied onto your nether regions prompts a moan to bubble from the base of your stomach, getting caught in your throat and coming out as a set of pathetic, muffled gurgles. The vibration encourages Tommy to increase his already violent pace, his momentum coming to a halt as he pushes you to take the whole of his cock into your throat one last time, plugging your nose as to cut off your already severely restricted air flow. 

Pulling from your mouth, Tommy takes you by your hair and passes you to Vince. The blonde hooks his thumb into your mouth, holding your face, a devious grin plays upon his lips. He watches as you gasp, the thin fabric of your panties being forcefully removed from your body. 

Nikki pauses from behind, “beg for it”, the broad tip of his length barely making contact with your weeping cunt. Vince releases you from his grasp, your face falling into his lap, “please Nikki- please fill my pussy”, he pushes a little further, inching agonizingly slowly into your depths, catching you off guard as he pumped his entire length into your sensitive core. 

Nikki grabs a hold of your arms, hauling you towards his chest, your face lifting off of Vince’s lap and up into the air. 

Vince chuckles, slowly moving his hand up and down his girth as he watches Nikki ravage your body, mouth agape as you attempt to comprehend the pleasure jolting through your abdomen, “you look real cute like that, kitten”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Tommy remarks, his slender form coming into your view, kneeling down beside you and coming level with your face. “Think you could handle two?”, the mere proposition leaving you feeling disoriented, having been pushed to the point in which you’re nearly unable to form any coherent sentence, you manage to mutter out a few words “oh god- yes”

“She’s already so fucking tight, it’s gonna be fun breaking you in two, kitten” Nikki snarls, releasing your hands and allowing you to once again fall into Vince’s lap, making you level with his cock. The thick vein running alongside his length pulsating under his touch as he continues to pleasure himself. 

Tommy settles himself on the sofa, extending his bare legs outwardly to settle on the tables ledge. His sizable cock still rock solid, demanding immediate attention. “Come sit on my dick, baby” 

Crawling towards him like a mindless doll, you claw your way onto his lap. Straddling your hips above his painfully hard length. Although you’ve barely had enough alcohol to do any extensive damage, in the moment you felt intoxicated. The world around you spinning, every sound becoming muffled. Never have you been taken in such a feral manner. 

Gliding his impressive girth along your seeping hole brings you back into a cohesive state, a stinging sensation spreads across your face as you gasp in bewilderment. “I said- sit on my fucking cock” You nod eagerly, his threatening demeanor sending shock waves of excitement through your body and down into your already abused core, enticing you to sink down onto his length. You let out a desperate whine as he fills you just as Nikki had moments earlier. 

Taking it upon himself to be in control, he snakes his long arms around your torso and holds you in place, gliding in and out into your abused sex with a steady rhythm. Being put through so much blissful abuse in such a condensed amount of time has you going off the deep end, the flow of juices cascading down Tommy’s length and onto his crotch makes his abuse audible, the room thick with the smell of sex and the sound of the wet assault occurring on your tightening heat. 

“Didn’t forget about me already, have you, love?” Nikki’s hand finds your hair, cranking your head back at an unnatural angle so that you’d be able to stare up into his darkening eyes. You feel his intrusive digits begin to toy with your tight ass, his actions eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. 

Fully sheathing his finger in your hole, he chuckles “Tell daddy how eager you are to be stretched over two cocks” the excitement bubbling in your stomach, reaching your mouth as you enthusiastically whine, “fuck- abuse my fucking body- please” 

“Fuck, you think that’s good enough, Tommy?” , your attention is turned towards the man currently hallowing out your sex, your face falling into his clavicle as you mewl and lick, doing your best to convince the otherwise brutal lover into approving your plead for more. 

Upon viewing your desperate attempt for further stimulation, Tommy chuckles to himself. “I think this little bitch deserves to be entirely filled-“ he points to Vince, “I think you should have every fucking orifice stuffed to the absolute brim, think you can do that?”, You eagerly agree, the thought even better than the one proposed previously. 

“Fuck- okay”, the strikingly beautiful blonde takes it upon himself to scoot closer to you on the sofa, his fully erect member looking for the attention it’s been denied all evening thus far. You whine, pulling on Nikki’s hand as he still had your skull suspended in his grip. He guides you towards Vince, shoving your face onto his cock, your mouth easily enveloping his manhood. 

At nearly the same instance, Nikki pulls his finger from your ass and begins to prod at your rim with his length, grunting as he forcefully opens your hole. The sudden sensation of being impaled upon three of the most impressive cocks you’ve ever seen takes you by surprise, your entire body feeling as though it’s been set alight from the inside, each individual nerve screaming with pure delight. 

Completely letting loose, your jaw slacks around Vince’s cock, allowing him to pump into your throat without any resistance. Your frame falling flat on Tommy’s chest as he and Nikki continue their assault on your holes, as one leaves your body, the other returns, never leaving you completely empty... a feeling you’ve never experienced before. 

The feeling of being overstimulated in such a sweet way already has you so close to exploding. You mindlessly gurgle on Vince’s cock, failing to contain the pleasure you’re currently experiencing. 

Pathetically spent, you’re absolutely unable to contain your delight. Your weakness given away by the way you shake underneath their touch, all three men aware of the turmoil you’re being put through. 

“Gonna cum already, kitten?” Nikki calls from behind, bringing his large hand down with a crack along your behind. Unable to talk due to the sizable cock down your throat you whine, throwing your body back in order to meet with their thrusts.

“Aw, come on then, let her cum” Vince replies, his voice saturated in false empathy. His pace within your mouth quickens, causing strings of drool to ooze from your lips and drip onto the sofa. All three intense sensations force you into a state of pure ecstasy, a feeling beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. 

Nothing else mattered besides them, the primal feeling they provided you. Your skin aflame, your core twitching and convulsing, your body being washed with wave after wave of immense, unstoppable delight. “AH- Please don’t stop!” 

Tommy’s the second to lose control, his hips faltering, his pace uneven and sporadic. You could feel his member twitch deep within your sensitive walls. “Fuck- gonna claim you as mine” you feel his arms pull you in close, a few more thrusts and he explodes. Pulling from your cunt, his cock slips out, alongside a lewd spill of his seed. 

Working to keep you in progress, Tommy holds the back of your head and continues to work your mouth around Vince’s cock, making you gag along his length. The vibration from your throat and the sight that had just unraveled before him had caused him to break down, his high hitting him faster than he had intended. 

Taking your face into his hands, he glides you flush onto his base. Filling your throat with string after string of sweet nectar, pulling out only when he’s sure you had swallowed every ounce. 

Seeing as you’ve finished off Vince, Nikki takes it upon himself to take full control, pulling you up into his chest and nipping at your neck. He snarls beneath your ear, speaking only loud enough for you to hear “Gonna fill every fuckin’ hole of yours, bitch”. He pumps into your ass a few more times, pulling you as close to his body as humanly possible to fill you to full capacity. 

As he pulls from your body, Nikki picks you up, the motion easy as you’re unable to control a single muscle. He gently places you onto the velvet sofa, spent and used. 

Looking across the room you come to realize what you’ve just endured, a lazy, cum drunk smile making its way onto your face. Maybe your job wasn’t so bad. 

[msjr0119]

Birthday One Shot

A/N1: So it’s my girls birthday today. My favourite drunk partner. Hope you have had a fabulous day @drakexwillow !!! I can’t wait to have an alcoholic drink with you and fall asleep again 😆

A/N2: Some of the dialogue used was actually texts between us. I’ve rushed this as I’ve been busy passing out all weekend - bypass any stupid grammar mistakes 🤣

A/N3: Thank you to your other half, ‘Beany’ for helping me out with some things- I hope he didn’t spoil it for you ❤️👍🏼

Book: The Royal Romance (A/U)

Pairing: Drake Walker (Michiel Huisman) x Willow Downing (Jessica Lowndes)

Song inspirations:

Gun Machine Kelly- Drunk Face

Gun Machine Kelly- Hangover Cure

Mood- 24kGoldn and Ian Dior

Warnings: Adult language, mention of sex, mention of being drunk.

Tags: Thinking of those who like Drake x MC especially Willow- don’t feel obliged to read if you don’t want to 😊

@drakexwillow @burnsoslow @axwalker @annekebbphotography @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @bascmve01 @yukinagato2012 @lodberg @cordonianroyalty @texaskitten30 @nomadics-stuff

****

Drake Walker had been dating Willow Downing for many years now. Every birthday that came around he always struggled with new ideas about what to do for the love of his life. At times he was tempted to ask for advise from his closest friends Maxwell and Sophie- however, if he did that he knew that it would just end in a disaster. A big drunken mess. He would usually impersonate a babysitter for the three of them, especially Willow. Thinking back to past birthdays, she wasn’t a bad drunk. Or was she? There had been times when she would get the ‘munchies’- gather food everywhere then not clean up after herself. Rice. That was the worse time for this common food reoccurrence. If it wasn’t the issue of food, there was the spilt drinks residue surrounding the place instead. Which Drake had to clean up. One of the worse ‘Willow moments’ since they had began dating had been when she vomited in their bed- and all down herself, Drake had turned into a domesticated goddess for the night. Stripping the bed, before assisting her in the shower. Oh, then there was the time when Maxwell and Willow had gotten matching tattoos of a peacock with the words ‘House Beaumont Rules’ sprawled underneath it. That night was karma in Drake’s eyes. Regardless of her drunk past antics, he loved her with all of his heart and wouldn’t change it for anything. She was the one.

****

🎶Why you always in a mood?

Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new

I ain't tryna tell you what to do

But try to play it cool

Baby, I ain't playing by your rules

Everything look better with a view🎶

“I’m not in a mood!” Drake defended himself- as his other half entered the kitchen singing. Yes, he was known to be the moody one. The one that always wore a scowl. But for once he wasn’t ‘in a mood’. Not for now anyway.

“Sometimes you are. But no, it’s a song. You really need to get down with the kids Drake and watch TikTok.” Snuggling behind him, it was the best option as she knew exactly what his expression would be like. Hearing a heavy sigh escape from him- soon she felt him relax, both feeling content.

Fucking TikTok. He muttered to himself. The social media app had become his worse nightmare recently. When they laid in bed on a night, she would promise him that she was only watching it for five minutes. That five minutes soon turned into an hour, which then elaborated into sometimes three or four hours. By that time he had fallen asleep. No intimacy. It’s a phase- she will soon get bored. Again, he wouldn’t change his relationship with her.

****

Later on that night after they had eaten, Drake had put one of Willow’s favourite TV series on. Usually she would be ‘glued’ to it- no matter how many times she had seen this specific episode.

“I thought that you’d want to watch The Office? But instead you’re just listening to that garbage. Can’t we just have one night with no TikTok or listening to him?” After his original snappy attitude, that turned eventually into a plead- Drake attempted to make eye contact with her. Knowing full well that she wasn’t fully listening to him.

“But, he’s amazing. Gorgeous. Sexy.....” Swooning deep down inside as she expressed this, Willow eventually locked eyes with a now pissed off boyfriend. Before TikTok became a ‘thing’, she was in a similar situation whenever a new game for the PlayStation was released. Karma at its best.

“Obviously not as sexy as you though Mr Walker.” Attempting to redeem her previous words, Drake responded with only an eye roll. Maybe she was slightly addicted to Machine Gun Kelly and TikTok. In all honesty, lockdown was to blame for this ‘addiction’. Being stuck in the house. With nothing to do. Well, there was other things to do. Most time spent to begin with was the two of them entangled in each other.

“I’m sorry, Drake. Allow me to listen to one song, then we will watch this- no phones. Just Drillow time.” A smile finally crept upon his face. Finally she was cooperating with him in his mind.

“Sounds like a good deal. Which song are you going to choose?” He asked, not that he was bothered or interested. Just eager to spend time without any distractions.

“I like too many songs- I’ll try and pick a favourite...’Drunk face’. It’s off his new album. ‘Hangover cure’ is also a good one by him.” I bet it is.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t listened to it.” Faking a sincere yet interested tone of voice, Willow was still debating which song to hum and listen along too. Just hurry up and chose one.

“I can’t believe he’s with Megan Fox and he keeps using her in his music videos it’s so cute.” Getting easily distracted again, Drake bit his lip as she did this in a silent frustration.

“I thought that Megan Fox was still with Brian Austin what’s his face?” Surprisingly, he wasn’t aware of their unexpected split when it was breaking news in the show business world.

“No they split up the start of the year I think it was....I didn’t think they’d look that cute together and pictures of them together he towers over her and it makes them look adorable.” Like us, Drake compared the celebrity couple to themselves as he always towered over a ‘shorter’ Willow.

🎶Wake up, still drunk from last night

The first dates are always uncomfortable

Stayed up, I couldn't sleep last night

I'll admit, I'm a little dysfunctional

Are you okay with the fact I'm a little off track, to be honest

I've been through relationships, I've never been in love, but I want this 🎶

“Anyway, let’s finish watching this before my birthday tomorrow.” Finally placing her phone out of reach, Drake couldn’t quite believe that she had detached herself from it. Almost hallucinating due to the fact.

****

The two of them didn’t quite finish watching the episode. One thing led to another. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, before Drake had carried Willow bridal style to their bedroom. The rest of the night was bliss, an early gift for the birthday girl. Walker style.

Knowing that it was now officially her birthday, she snuggled into the soft warm sheets with a content feeling. Subconsciously she had dreamt about how Drake would make her day special. As he always did. Rolling over, there was no sign of him. Blinking her eyes she believed that she could possibly still be half asleep- that was until the realisation of the sun peeping through the cracks of the blinds. Forcing herself out of bed, she searched the house for Drake with no avail. Wondering what he was upto, she put those thoughts to the side for now and got ready for the day. Her day. A day that she had planned to be filled with fun and laughter with the people closest to her. He will be back before I’m finished.

An hour later, the wanderer still hadn’t returned. Willow had become slight panic stricken before the banging on the door distracted her pondering any further.

“Happy birthday!” The two friends shouted enthusiastically before pulling her in for a group hug. A hug that could have potentially suffocated her. “Where’s Drake?”

“I... I don’t know. It’s not like him to leave without saying goodbye at least, Soph.”

“Well it’s eleven o’clock. Never too early for a birthday cocktail. It’s the evening somewhere in the world. Maxwell sort the birthday girl out with a drink.”

“Yes ma’am. Come on, Lo.” Sophie watched the two of them disappear out of sight before dialling the number on her phone.

“Drake. Where are you?”

“I’m just getting Lo a present, I’ll be back soon Soph. I promise.”

“A present? How long have you been together? You should be more prepared Drake! You know it’s her birthday. This is not the time to go awol, Walker. Or at least explain to her where you are going!”

“Sophie, just please.... just distract her with some shit off of TikTok. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

An hour or so later after Sophie’s and Drake’s brief conversation- there was a quiet knock at the door, which made them all question who it could be. They had arranged to have a quiet time together as a foursome. Threesome at the moment. As far as they was concerned in the morning; the three of them didn’t want to wake up still drunk from last night. They were still young, wasting their youth. Promising to grow up next summer. They didn’t want Drake to always be in a mood.

“You girls carry on drinking, I’ll get the door.” Maxwell suggested as he leapt off of the bar stool.

“May I help you?” Maxwell questioned as he peered through the peep hole with one eye shut and the other attempting to examine the mystery person. In all honesty, it didn’t help that he was already slightly tipsy. He would be useless as an eye witness.

“It’s me you idiot! Are you going to open MY door?”

“You sound like Drake, but you don’t look like him. How do I not know that you’re here to rob us by impersonating my bestie?”

“One. Do you think that I’d dress like this if I was going to rob you? Two... you are not my bestie Beaumont!”

“Wow! You’re really good at this whole Drake Walker act.”

“Just fucking let me in Maxwell, before I throttle you!”

“How much is Drake paying you? He would actually say something like that to me... okay, I’ll ask you a couple of questions. If you get them right you can come in Drake.” Empathising the name, Maxwell still wasn’t convinced that it really was Drake. His drunk mind wondered why he wouldn’t just use his key and allow himself in.

“What’s my middle name?”

“Percival.”

“Lucky guess. What’s my peacocks name back home?”

“Petunia. Now get the chain off and let me in!” Oh that’s why he couldn’t get in. I forgot that I put the chain on when me and Sophie first arrived. Doh! Safety first!

“Drake it is you!” No shit Sherlock. “You look a complete knobhead by the way. Welcome to Chateau A La Walker.”

“Leave the French talking to someone who can actually express the language, Max.”

“Colson?” Drake sighed looking at Willow. Knowing how ridiculous this whole situation was. “Drake?”

“Tonight Matthew I’m going to be Colson Baker- Machine Gun Kelly. I’ve even got some nail varnish so you can do what Megan does to him in that music video. I’ve got red, pink, purple, black........”

“Drake... I like him and his music. But I love you. I love you for you... why are you doing this?”

“Do you love me more than him and TikTok?” Now that is a predicament to be in. Hmmm...

“Of course I do, you idiot.”

“Thank fuck for that! This wig was itching me too much.” Relieved to finally take it off, he flung it onto the floor- not caring how much it had cost him to recreate somebody else’s look.

“You don’t suit blonde hair anyway. These tattoos are so realistic.” Willow smiled softly towards him.

“Erm....”

“Erm?”

“Well... the reason... that... they look so realistic.....”

“Oh my god you didn’t!”

“Well these ones are just stick on ones. I did have one done this morning- hence why I’m late. I’m sorry.”

“I NEED TO SEE THIS!”

“You will later..... I promise.”

“He’s probably had it done on his arsehole or something? Can’t be as bad as Maxwell’s ‘Turn Back Now’ Pennywise balloon tattoo above his ass.” Sophie suggested and explained with an oblivious Maxwell not understanding why suddenly he was the clown of the group. Drake couldn’t help but blush thinking about his surprise tattoo, in his mind it was ridiculous- he had regretted it as soon as it had began.

“Drake? Are you going to show me? It is my birthday after all...” Fluttering her eyelashes, he was done for. Simple gestures such as these turned him into a big ball of mush.

“Follow me to the bathroom. I’ll show you....” Stripping off out of the ‘rapper’ clothes that he had borrowed to complete his MGK look- he wrapped a towel around him in a flash. Not wanting to spoil the surprise immediately.

“So... don’t laugh, Lo. On the count of three- okay?” She couldn’t contain her excitment, being too eager and intrigued about the tattoo- she quickly whipped the towel away.

“Oh my god. You had a tattoo in honour of me.... Don’t you ever, criticise me for getting a tattoo. The peacock one- I was drunk. You had no excuse to get this. I might actually cry- with laughter. I love you, Drake Walker. Best birthday present EVER! I’ll get us both a drink. Come back into the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Not so little Walker- property of Willow ⬇️

Those words would now be permanently written across his pubic bone. Yes, it would be humiliating if anybody other than Willow found out the true extent of this tattoo. But what would be more embarrassing was if she was to reject his second surprise of the day now her name was on him for life.

[bang-to-the-tan]

Moth to Flame 

Chapter 8

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Degredation, Somewhat Dubious Consent/Hypnosis, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Male Masturbation, Handjob, Choking, Gagging, Threesome (M/M/F), Foursome (M/M/M/F), Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

Words: 11K Exactly Because I am a Superstar

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry...

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It takes a while before you can convince yourself to leave the safety of the wardrobe. But there aren’t any more voices from outside and you’re beginning to get hungry…Finally, you unlatch the doors and slip out, pausing in the quiet to check that your dismount didn’t catch anyone’s attention. Nothing happens. You count your breaths, but there’s still no sign of any movement other than your own. Relaxing just a little more, you avail yourself of Jin’s bathroom and dig into the snacks he brought while you process your situation, sitting cross-legged by the bed to avoid getting crumbs everywhere. Idly you promise yourself that you’ll slide underneath it if anyone comes up again. It’s not exactly a feast—convenience-store burritos that you wish you could heat up, snack foods like pretzels and bizarrely, a handful of suckers.

A kink, maybe? You muse on the possibility of your warden having a fetish for lollipops as you chew laboriously through a mostly-thawed hot pocket. Maybe he just thought you wanted a candy? The memory of his excited face when he mentioned the food comes to mind. He seemed legitimately proud of himself. Like a kid with a pet.

Cum all over your master’s fingers, just like a good little pet.

You swallow, hard, and challenge the arousal that momentarily flashes through you. You can’t just sit here and be complacent. It’s weird. It’s wrong. What’s next? A collar? The marks under your bandages throb, and a quiet gasp escapes your lips at the sudden image that accompanies the thought. A collar and a leash that he could tug on and you could be so good for him—

You stand up, finishing what’s left of your pitiful meal with one vicious bite. Okay, escaping is now the train of thought, you’ve just decided. No more of…any of that. Especially with what just happened. Packing everything back into the plastic bag, you set it by the side of the bed.

Can’t trust the hallways—not with everyone up and about. There’s at least three of them wandering around at any one point and you’re pretty sure all of them know you’re here. They’ll catch you no problem if you step foot out of this room by way of the door. The window, then, like you’d planned to begin with.

You shift, frowning, rubbing your thighs together. God, were you always this horny all the time? On the outskirts of your mind, imagining what kind of punishments exactly they might have in store if they caught you? When they catch you… You shake your head violently.

Anyways.

Out the window.

The curtain pulls aside easily when you tug at one corner, lifting it just enough to peep out again and confirm your suspicions. It’s still nighttime. Still? Again? Wish there was some way of knowing. Another fact about vampires triggers in the depths of your mind. They sleep during the day and get up during the night. So with that logic, the house should be clear by daytime—you’d be home free. Could even walk through the front door, if you’d had a mind to, but considering you’re batting zero for two on that score, maybe you’ll stick with the window. You’ve got the beginnings of a real plan, then. Wait for it to be light out, take your bag of snacks, use the duvet to slide out of the window. Perfect. Flawless.

 There’s a quiet sound on the door, as someone tapping their fingers gently on it.

“It’s me.” Jimin. “Open the door. Quick, before they come back.”

Shit. Shit.

You scramble for the bag of food, nearly tripping over yourself in your haste to reach the window. No time to wait, you’ve already been caught—you need to leave now.

“I don’t want to have to haze you but you have to open the door!” Comes the urgent whisper again.

Fuck off, Jimin, you think venomously, flying to the window, throwing the curtains aside and curling your fingers under the pane.

“You can trust me, I promise.” On closer inspection, it looks like it might soon be dawn, the pitch black of the sky threatening to go purple as it dips below the horizon. Not perfect, but good enough. A few more hours until sunrise, as far as you can reckon. You’ll take it. You have to.

“I think we can help each other, you know? But you have to open up. It’s not safe.” You cringe at the sound as the pane slides all the way up, but grit your jaw anyways, throwing the bag over your shoulder.

“Wait, was that the window?!” He sounds panicked. Too late, you think, throwing your leg over the sill. Too late. You’re getting out of here. Right now. Craning over the side, you can judge the distance as far enough to cause some problems if you just dropped down, even with the hedge breaking your fall. You can tuck and roll, can’t you? Yeah, definitely. Tuck and roll. Easy. Despite your self-pep talk, you’re still hesitating.

But you can do that, you insist hurriedly. It’ll be locked away in your head somewhere. Gotta be. One of those survival things, like adrenaline-powered moms picking trucks up off their children. Your other leg swings forwards, dangling off the sill, hands braced against the frame.

“Fuck—Stop!”

You halt dead in your tracks. The light from the room behind you wavers, coiling as it caresses the bare skin of your arms. Thinking sinks into a chore, the world oozing fog from the corners, filling your limbs with sand. A breath escapes your lungs that empties your entire body, leaving you heavy and hollow. Wait. What are you doing? Jimin said to stop. Where were you going without him? You frown.

“It isn’t safe out there!” He’s definitely right about that. It is most certainly not safe. Why were you so determined to jump?

“I know you want to get out, but you’re gonna end up hurt if you leave now!”

You would get hurt, yeah. You cast a disparaging look at the ground beneath the sill.

Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll? You don’t know how to tuck and roll.

 “We aren’t the only ones with haze,” Jimin continues hastily, “And you already went missing—we won’t be the only ones looking for you, either. Jin must have bitten you. You can’t miss those marks. It leaves a smell. A-a trail. And the others aren’t always like us. They can be really cruel.”

“Others”? What is he—…Other vampires? You purse your lips. Jimin did say to stop. You should stop. But on the other hand it also did seem like you were in a real rush to jump out this window. Like you had a good reason at the time. What was it? It’s really hard to grasp, but you can’t shake the feeling like it’s incredibly important.

“Some of them really like pain,” his tone is hushed, “They’re scary. Bad.” He shifts, encouraged by the ponderous silence on your end as you mull over his words as well as your own thoughts. Time-sensitive. It feels time-sensitive. Something to do with time. And the window. Maybe you could compromise? Could you ask him to catch you when you jump out of the window? He seems strong enough. But you could probably also just as well ask him to hold you, if that’s what you wanted. Is it what you want? You’ve lost your train of thought, too easily distracted by the thought of Jimin’s soft, warm arms around you. Maybe that is what you wanted. You aren’t sure. You certainly want it now.

“I know you want to leave. But what if they catch you? They’ll make sure you suffer. We don’t want you to suffer. I don’t want you to suffer.”

 Part of you is more aware of what he’s saying than most of you, and parts of it come to you much slower than the rest. It leaves a smell. You raise a hand to the bandages and rub at them, feeling the itch, the throb, the vague pleasure that shoots down your neck. I’ll have to catch you and bring you back anyway. So that must be how Jin planned on tracking you down if you’d ran away. Looking back, he was really confident he was that he could. Not ‘try to catch’, not ‘hunt you down’. Catch you, bring you back. Maybe chain you up or something. The thought goes straight between your legs and you hum at the feeling. Is that what you were doing? Playing a cat and mouse game with Jin?...That doesn’t seem right, either.

Playing with Jin…A spark of concrete thought lights in your mind and you snatch at it even as it slips through your fingers like water.

 “…I’m not supposed to be playing with you, Jimin.” You point out, slowly, thoughtfully. You don’t have to raise your voice too much—you know he can hear you just fine. “Namjoon said so.”

Jimin sighs. “I misbehaved a little earlier, but I promise I’ll be good now. I’m just trying to help now. I promise I’ll be good.”

‘Misbehaved a little’. Memories of his plush lips against your sopping core rise to the forefront of your mind. You shiver.  Is that what you were after? No…that doesn’t have to do with the window. It could, maybe up against the window? An option.

“I’m supposed to go to Jin when my greedy pussy needs filling,” you add, swinging your legs faintly. “Not you, not Jungkook, not Taehyung.”

You can hear him choke faintly. “I-I know, I know, and that’s got to be confusing for you, but Jin isn’t here right now. It isn’t safe anymore.”

Now that doesn’t seem right. You roll your eyes. Not safe. That can’t be right. A breeze sweeps up outside the window and it raises goosebumps on your arms. You’d move back into the warm, but Jimin did tell you to stop, and you can’t think of why you wouldn’t listen to him just yet. Plus, you haven’t figured out what part the window has to play in all this. Something in you really wants you to jump. Something in you is screaming, but all you hear are echoes.

 “Jungkook’s so hungry...I kind of wish they’d just give you to him...But even so, I think you could help us. All of us.”

It’s quiet for a moment. You turn his words over in your head.

“Really? I could help you?” That’s an interesting take. You’d love to help, any way you can. You like helping.

“Yeah! You could help us! Please, please, open the door. We can’t keep talking, I swear to God he knows that you’re in here and if he finds you in here…Please open the door. Please come with me. I swear I won’t do anything.”

Helping, yeah. Maybe that was what you were doing. You can always ask Jimin about the window while you help him. Your legs are already swinging back over the window, albeit shakily. You’re reluctant to leave it, but you get distracted again by the bag over your shoulder. Whatever it was that doesn’t want you to go definitely isn’t going to let go of the bag. It’s a small compromise—keep the bag, leave the window. Jimin shouldn’t mind. You start towards the door, reaching for it.

“I promise I won’t touch you. I won’t even look at you if you want. Please.”

“No touching?” You repeat, stopping just in front of the frame. You’ll open the door. That should be okay. Although you won’t deny that you’re a little disappointed at the thought that you can’t touch Jimin.

“None! I’ll back up from the door, even!”

You clutch the plastic bag over your shoulder, and your mind briefly drifts to what it would be like if he was lying to you about touching. It can’t be your fault if he starts it, can it? Maybe then you won’t get in trouble. It’s a nice thought.

Curling your fingers around the handle is not nearly as difficult as when you opened the door for Taehyung. This time, the choice is so much easier.

When you pull it towards you, you immediately spot Jimin on the other side of the hallway, pressed fully to the opposite wall. His face crumples into relief when he sees you emerging, but his eyes are wide with urgency. His hands are held up in a gesture of peace, and there’s fabric slung over one arm. He doesn’t look halfway as dangerous as you’d think—his oversized sweater swallows him whole and his mussed hair makes him look so sweet, so small. A neon sign reading “Innocent” draped over his chest couldn’t scream ‘harmless’ any louder.

“Why aren’t I safe in Jin’s room anymore?” you ask curiously. The question seems to come from out of nowhere.

“His job has him caught up for a little while.” Is the immediate reply. The only part of him that moves are his pillowy lips. You remember those lips. “You would’ve been okay if no one knew you were in there, but somehow…somehow they figured it out.”

You hum, eyeing him absently.

“Where are we going?”

“I’d take you to my room, but neither of them need permission to come in, and I don’t think they trust me right now. I don’t think I trust me right now… I’m thinking the left wing.”

“The left wing?”

He nods. Slowly, deliberately, as though dealing with a spooked animal, he unhooks the fabric from his arm and offers it to you. After a half-second of hesitation, you take it from his hand, being sure to avoid actually touching him, despite the urging in your fingertips to brush his. It’s a hoodie. Oversized, well-worn…and a little dusty…? There are holes in some of the seams and whatever date was printed on the front, letter-man style, is rubbed most of the way off.

“For the smell.” He explains quickly. “You can’t leave Jin’s room smelling like him if he’s not here.”

Obeying a knee-jerk instinct, you raise a black sleeve to your nose and inhale briefly. You’re sure you don’t have half the sense that they do, but there is a scent. Vague, light. Oddly familiar.

“What’s in the left wing?”

An old wound twinges in his eyes and his gaze flits away. “Nothing, anymore.”

You grasp the hoodie more firmly between your fingers, scrutinizing the vampire as he pins himself to the wall, arms still up, now avoiding your gaze and frowning with the ghost of some distant memory. No touching, needs help, window jumping. You’re not sure you’ve got the space in your head to unpack everything. Not enough to make the connections that need made.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he says again, softly.

 You place the bag on the ground, pulling the hoodie over your head and gathering your hands from the insides of the massive sleeves, slinging the food back over your shoulder as you tug the bottom of the jacket down. It reaches all the way to your knees; it’s awkward, clumsy—you look like a teenager stealing her boyfriend’s stuff. Kind of cute. Does Jimin think you’re cute? You cast a glance up at him, but he’s very busy looking away from you.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” You affirm, shuffling comfortably.

“Good.”

He turns from you, spinning on his heel, and immediately makes a beeline down the hall. You try your best to follow, but he’s seriously booking it. You catch a flash of a worried, thoughtful expression as he casts a furtive glance down the stairs when the two of you pass them.

Momentarily, you lose yourself in gathering your bearings. Behind you, the opposite way of where you’re headed, is Jin’s room, then Jungkooks a little further down, and finally at the end of the hall is the bathroom they share. Where Taehyung was. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever actually been down this way, to the left from the front doors.

The light from the chandelier passes over your face and then dips back out of view. There’s a flash of trepidation, of anger, that grips your throat. No. It’s frustration. You aren’t supposed to be going this way for some reason. The window again…? The front doors.

Jimin’s pulling away, his pace quickening. You skip to catch up.

He leads you down the left hallway, all the way to the end, and then immediately veers to a sharp right. You almost run into him, skittering to a halt just behind him when he stops by a specific door. It doesn’t look any different from the others to you. You wonder what he sees.

He casts another look around, concern pulling at his lips, avoiding your eyes. He’s very pretty, but you wish he wasn’t frowning so much. Those sweet, soft lips should be pulled into a smile. Or even better, wrapped around your skin. Want dances briefly over your limbs, curls in your chest. The door opens with a creak of old wood and Jimin visibly flinches, but holds out an arm to usher you in. He almost forgets not to touch you, quickly dropping his arm back to his side as you walk past him. Missed opportunity. Obediently, you trail inside, casting a cursory glance about the room as he closes the door carefully behind the two of you.

It looks just like the other rooms you’ve seen, but even more bare somehow. The bed is made, but there are no decorative pillows. The bookcase in the corner is mostly empty, except for one or two faded, worn books. In the corner is a wardrobe just like Jin’s, though the doors are flung open. Recently, judging by the lines in the dust.

 “Okay. You have your food,” Jimin begins pacing, patting dust off surfaces as he goes like its an afterthought, using his other hand to rake through his hair—still avoiding your gaze. “You have your food, so that’s good.”

You drop the bag to the floor, scooting it close to the door. The feeling inside of you that needed it with you is satisfied with leaving it there. Within easy reach. Whatever that means.

The bathroom door is ajar, and from here, you can see a flash of green on the tiles. Are those…frog stickers decorating the walls? Jimin’s still worrying aloud, but you’re already tapping over to the door, pushing it open delicately, immediately distracted with the childish flourishes.

“Jin should be back soon. He said he’d be back soon. That usually means a work day.”

They are frogs, little cartoon frogs. Bright green, some of them red and blue. There are ridiculously cartoony ones with huge eyes and ones that are more anatomically correct—closer to the shower in the corner you can spot a whole host of charmingly anthropomorphic frogs holding…garden supplies?

“Maybe tonight? Hopefully tonight.”

You ghost closer to the wall, delighted to find these friendly faces. You trace over one with an extended finger, noticing the way its faded. How long have these been here? One of his brothers has light scratches, as though someone tried to peel it back and then smoothed it down when it wouldn’t come up cleanly.

It doesn’t occur to you that the bathroom door has creaked just that little bit more closed behind you until you sense movement. You move to turn, to tell Jimin about these fantastic little comrades you’ve just found, but a strong arm wrapping about your midsection stops you from going far. Automatically, your lungs fill with a squeal of surprise, but a hand clamps over your mouth and a familiar voice hisses in your ear with an urgent tone, warming your hair, making the surface of your skin tingle with the heat of his breath.

“Don’t scream.”

Your mind wipes entirely clean, the lights around you growing halos, the edges curling with shadows and warm, filtered glows. The entirety of your body floods with warmth, safety, belonging, all within a second. Scream? No. No, the sound that escapes you, muffled by Jungkook’s palm, is a moan. He’s so close, his body molded to yours, you can feel his heart beating through your back, can feel the body heat coming off him in waves. You’re already putty in his arms. There’s a heavy pause, marked only by the sound of you panting through your nose. In the other room, you can still hear Jimin complaining to himself, quieted somewhat by the mostly-closed bathroom door.

 “Jin’s pajamas…” Jungkook murmurs in your ear after a furtive beat. “Namjoon’s hoodie…No one would guess who you really belong to at this point.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, and you feel him press his nose to your neck, where your bandages lie, inhaling deep. The rush of pleasure that follows the mild ache beneath nearly takes out your legs, your body sagging against where he has you held against him.

“Both of them?” he whines quietly. The hand over your mouth disengages with a vaguely wet sound from where you’ve already begun drooling, fingers flying to the bandage, curling under and peeling it off, feverish. He throws it out of sight, somewhere on the floor. You squirm against his grip in anticipation, but he shushes you. The fresh air caressing your bites feels almost cold, tingling. A slick heat suddenly presses to the marks, hot and firm, tasting the scabs formed there, and it feels so good you almost cry out, but his hand reappears, curling around your chin to force three of his fingers past your lips. Desperately, you suck on them, pulling them deeper into your mouth, hips beginning to circle against him seemingly of their own volition. You think of what he promised you earlier. What he promised you.

Behind you, he grunts under his breath, grinding his pelvis against your ass and you can already feel him getting hard, the thick muscle of his thighs slipping across the thin fabric of Jin’s pajamas.

“You know who you belong to, right?” he rasps, “You remember me? You remember my fingers?”

You nod vigorously, hollowing your cheeks around his digits, sucking them down like they were his cock. The arm around your waist shifts, his other hand trailing down your hips. He roots past the hoodie almost violently, searching for the waistband of the pajama pants, jamming his hand down the front as soon as he finds it. The pads of his fingertips stroke past your folds, testing the slick gathering there as you widen your stance to allow him more space, slobbering enthusiastically around the digits clenching absently around your tongue. Two fingers breach your quaking walls, shoved upwards into you and curling with one smooth motion. You buck forwards just as he thrusts, exhaling a shuddering gasp into your hair.

“Yeah,” he hums, fucking upwards with his hand, circling his wrist and sliding his thumb down against your throbbing clit to send lightning flickering through your spine, “Yeah, you remember me. You remember this.” Even as he fingers you sloppily, fervently, he keeps you locked in place, imprisoned by his strong forearms, pressed to his legs and torso.

 “I don’t know if I can keep being good the longer I stay here with you,” Jimin’s voice suddenly wafts over to you from the bedroom, though he seems hesitant to come too close to the bathroom door.

Jungkook’s hand doesn’t stop, but his motions calm to simple strokes, rubs, fingers pulsing inside of you with a delicious drag that has your eyes rolling back, hips stuttering to chase after more. His own breath is quickly getting out of hand, heavy exhales you can hear him trying to muffle into your neck.

“But before I leave, I just want to make sure you aren’t gonna try and escape, okay?”

 Lips press to your bite marks, feverish and possessive. Jungkook’s teeth catch the tender, not-quite-healed flesh in a bite that is less than kind, but the aching pain sends your legs into spasm with a spike of heady pleasure, choking around his fingers as he presses down hard on your tongue. The moan that arises from your chest is garbled and messy as you drool and huff openly, wetly. He ruts against you through the unforgiving starch of his jeans, rolling into you like he could reach your sex through the layers. You rut back, just as desperate for him to be inside of you.

 “Uh…Hello?” Jimin’s voice speaks up again, concerned. You can’t see the door, but you can hear it as it creaks open lightly, can see the light growing from the room outside, casting gold onto the frogs that watch you shudder with wide, impassive expressions. Jimin’s breath hitches inside his throat.

You feel the impact as suddenly Jungkook is wrenched bodily off of you, nearly taking the pajama bottoms with him, his teeth scraping your marks with a sting of pain. You’re thrown violently backwards in the wake of it but are caught in another arm’s embrace, soft sweater fabric cushioning your fall into his Jimin’s chest, his forearm bracing you underneath your armpits.

Shocked, your head whips around, only to both hear and see Jungkook at the end of his arc, flung a ridiculous length across the threshold into the bedroom, slamming into the wooden poster of the bed, legs caving underneath him. You wince in sympathy at the sound when his head snaps against it, but you don’t have the chance to ask if he’s okay. Jimin quickly disengages your limbs to push you behind himself, spreading his arms and legs against the doorway to the bathroom, acting as a physical barrier.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouts, and you cower at the unbridled fury in his tone.

You peek under one of Jimin’s arms, peeping with concern at the cherry-haired vampire sprawled at the foot of the bed. But he looks more upset than hurt as his neck lolls and he cradles the back of his head with a wince.

“I—Jimin, I just—“ “You JUST! What the fuck were you thinking?!? Seriously, I could kill you right now, I swear to God—“

“What were you thinking?! Y-You’re just gonna hide her? In this house?? When all of us are starving?”

“That was not my decision!”

“It is your decision to blindly follow it like some kind of sick fucking dog!”

“Fuck you!”

You can see Jimin stiffening, his voice escalating, can see from here the snarl on Jungkook’s face, the way his fangs peek out from his top lip like some kind of animal. He hisses, sharp, angry—and suddenly his head lolls again and his eyebrows pull together like he’s in incredible pain, eyes screwing shut. When he speaks again, it’s no quieter, but it cracks with hurt, desperation.

“I’m so hungry…I’m so fucking hungry.” He chokes. “It hurts, my fucking throat hurts so bad.” His hand drifts to circle around his own neck. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “I can’t see straight anymore, I can’t think. Everything hurts.”

Jimin’s arms waver and he hesitates. As you listen to him lament, your heart breaks, distant and vague, but sympathetic to his obvious suffering if nothing else. Your cunt pulses around nothing, as if to remind you of what’s been interrupted, and the juxtaposition of the two emotions is conflicting to say the least.

“I know.” Jimin’s own voice has dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You just—you just have to—“

“It doesn’t work anymore!” Jungkook interrupts with a whine. “It doesn’t work, I tried it, Jimin, it doesn’t work. They’re too scared, there’s too few that it works on, I’ve got, I’ve got fucking holes in my shoes from wandering around our tiny little cage trying to find something to fucking eat. Don’t you think I’m trying? I’m trying, but it’s so hard.”

“It—it’s just until Namjoon comes back,” Jimin tries again to be defensive, but you can hear it in his voice; the sympathy, the worry.

“I can smell her in my dreams, when I can manage to actually sleep. I can taste her through the walls. I-I can’t keep doing this. It’s killing me. I’m actually going insane.”

Jungkook shifts to stand shakily, using the bed for support, and Jimin immediately twitches to protect you, pressing you further into the bathroom. His arms are really soft and nice, you kind of want to wrap up in them. Maybe convince his hand downwards? That sounds good. That sounds very good. Your thighs rub together.

“You can’t trust me.” Jungkook says quietly. “Not around her. I’m not going to stop trying to get to her. Namjoon or not.”

“I—“

“I know he already hates me. It’s okay.”

“Jungkook…He—Namjoon doesn’t hate you—”

“You can’t trust me.” Jungkook meets Jimin’s eyes, desperation etched into every crease of his face, tinging every word out of his mouth. “But I trust you.”

“…What are you talking about?”

You’re gauging the distance between Jimin’s fingertips and your pussy. Not too far. You could probably just sidle right up, if he only relaxed that little bit more. You worry at the hem of the hoodie with your own fingertips, debating the pros and cons.

“You could stop me.” Jungkook’s tongue flits out to pass over his lips as he pleads. “You could stop me from taking too much. I trust you.”

Slowly, he begins to stalk closer, one step at a time. Jimin flinches, but he’s also distracted by this new train of thought and doesn’t seem to notice.

“Jungkook, that’s not a…that’s not a good idea.” You can hear Jimin swallowing harshly as he pushes you back further, his resolve wavering.

“Why?” The younger vampire whines again, face crumpling. “Please. Please, just a little, just a taste. A swallow.” He gestures tiredly at the bed, like his arm is too heavy. “We can roll her around on here after? No one has to know.”

“They would know.”

“I’ll take it. I’ll take the punishment. Whatever it is. Please, Jimin. I-I think I’m dying.”

“No—“

“You could have some, too? I’ll take the blame for both of us.”

“—Jungkook—“

“Do you really think you can resist her?” he demands, suddenly angry. He’s managed to slink to within a few feet of your guard. Jimin doesn’t seem to have noticed the dangerous proximity. “You know she gets so wet so easy. You know it doesn’t take much.”

You understand him this time, those terms in particular. As a matter of fact, you’re currently thinking of ways you can work Jimin’s hands into your pants without him realizing. You need something between your legs. Anything to soothe the want flaring there. Hungry. Yes. You know what it’s like to be hungry.

“Don’t you miss the way she tastes?”

Jungkook takes another step, staring his shorter elder down. The blonde automatically lifts one hand as if to push him away, but it’s weak, wary, only placing a palm on his broad chest, briefly straining in warning.

“This is a bad idea.” He protests again, an answering whine coiling about the edges of his speech.

“It is,” Jungkook agrees, his voice low, catching in excitement.

 Fingers curl around one of your wrists and you look down in mild surprise, just in time to watch Jungkook leading your hand around Jimin’s side. He snakes your arm around his still form, to his front. And down. When he presses your hand to his crotch, you suck in a startled breath. The boy in front of you stiffens and sways backwards, but you surge forward with a wave of excitement, realizing just a beat late what he’s inciting.

“This will be better for both of us,” Jungkook murmurs. “I know you’re hungry, too.”

Jimin doesn’t reply as you slide your palm down the front of his skinny jeans timidly, rubbing at the bulge that’s already begun to build there, hidden beneath his sweater. Emboldened by his increasingly sloppy breaths and lack of coherent protest, you grab the zipper and yank it down. When you sneak your hand inside, he makes a high-pitched noise in his throat. His hips buck, thrusting into your eager fingers.

“This is bad,” he hums, chokes. You seek out his cock through the soft fabric of his boxers. “We’re gonna get in s-…so! M-much trou-trouble, ahh…” You curl around the shaft to fish it out and he makes a soft hiccupping sound.

Jungkook tugs at your wrist again and you limply submit it for him, watching in fascination as he drags his tongue against your palm, spitting once, gathering his saliva for you to use. For a brief moment, he leans closer, presses a lingering kiss to your pulse. His eyes meet yours over Jimin’s shoulder and you feel an answering gush of arousal slip from between your neglected folds. You return to your grip around Jimin’s member when he releases you, tugging experimentally, and he shudders into you, keening.

“You couldn’t help yourself.” Jungkook is still talking, mumbling, but you’re watching Jimin’s face as he leans back, finally relaxing into your palm. His head falls backwards and you admire his soft lips drawn into a pout, the way his eyebrows furrow, his eyes squeezed shut. You twist your stroke upwards and his tongue prods at the corner of his mouth, the muscles of his neck constricting around a needy moan. “I hazed her and it-it was too much for you. I made you do it—“

Jimin’s eyes fly open and sharpen, swiveling to glare at Jungkook with a gaze like fire, lips curling with a derisive snort. He snatches at your wrist, pulling you in front of him suddenly, his cock bobbing when he slides gracefully to the side. Markedly less graceful, you stumble, but fall to your knees when he bends your wrist over your head and pushes down pointedly. You’re eye-to-eye with his crotch now, staring straight into the flushed skin, the thick shaft, the feathering of downy hair at his base. Your mouth waters. You glance up at Jungkook, but he’s watching Jimin throw your arm back to your side with a heated expression.

Jimin’s hand slides across the top of your head in what starts out as a petting gesture, but immediately curls into a handful of your hair towards the back, gathering the strands unmercifully in a grip that burns against your scalp. He forces you forward and you gratefully oblige, opening your lips, tongue lolling, welcoming his leaking dick into the wet cavern of your mouth with a fanatical eagerness.

 “Suck my cock,” he hisses down at you, lips curled in a snarl. You lock your lips around him and comply, hollowing your cheeks, slipping your tongue against the heady underside. He tsks sharply through his teeth and you can see the muscles in his thighs twitch, hips thrusting shallowly to meet your motions halfway.

“Fuck, you really like that?” Jungkook coos thickly above you. “You like the fucking taste of cock, baby? Fuck, Tae was right, you’re so fucking nasty…”

You swallow around Jimin in answer, humming with pleasure at the stammered moan that falls from his lips when you do, your throat pulsing around him. You keep your hands by your side obediently, allowing him to maneuver your head exactly where he wants you, using you like his personal fuck toy. They’ll come to you eventually. You know they’ll take care of you.

“You don’t make me do anything,” Jimin growls. There’s a strict dominance in his tone that is completely at odds with his soft boy persona, and yet fits in perfectly with the way he fucks into you, leaking down your throat. “I hazed her first. She was going to go out Jin’s window. This is my fault.”

“Out the window?” Another hand appears on your jaw, squeezing, the thumb prodding for the bulge in your cheek. “Why would you do that when you’ve got all the cock you could ever want, right here?”

You hear a zipper. Excitement rises in your chest. Jimin pulls you off of himself with a harsh tug of your hair, leaving you with a sick plop of saliva, smearing precum across your cheek when his dick bobs against you. You lay a chaste, if sloppy, kiss on the tip and he groans, forcing your head to the side, to meet Jungkook’s member waving in your face expectantly. Again, you open up for him, shuffling at the feeling of arousal pooling in Jin’s pajamas, your nipples rubbing uncomfortably hard against the top, hidden away and too hot inside the hoodie. You whine through your nose, casting a pleading look upwards, but Jungkook only meets your gaze with a blown-out look of lust as Jimin starts encouraging your head down further, sliding you up and down his shaft as you suckle the hard flesh. His eyes roll back and his jaw drops, his hand coming to meet Jimin’s, twining through the strands.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans, breathless. When his hips jut forward, his cock pushes through your cheeks, spittle leaking from the corners and dripping down your chin. It gets just to the point where you can feel your gag reflex rising and you twitch backwards, but the two of them hold you in place.

“Choke on it,” Jimin commands thickly, pushing you down further. The world shimmers about you and you feel static rising through your chest, up through your throat, your hands flying to tear entreatingly at Jungkook’s thighs as a retch immediately bubbles up in answer. It only lasts a second, your back bowing, your eyes rolling, before Jungkook is tearing both of their hands away and yanking his dick out of your mouth. Air rushes gratefully, harshly, back into your lungs and you cough, hacking, only just managing to catch yourself on the floor with your palms smacking down. Your sight blurs with tears that burn, your throat constricting painfully in protest.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you hear Jungkook chastising, though he’s still having trouble getting his own wind back. Gentle hands this time wind about your arms to lift you up, taking your hand in his as he helps you to sit on the backs of your knees. Large, warm palms cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears even as you continue to cough, limp in his grasp.

“If Namjoon’s gonna kill us anyway, I’m getting my worth out of this,” Jimin gripes petulantly. “And she’s too responsive.”

“You’re okay,” Jungkook soothes, watching your eyes carefully, ignoring his elder. You gulp down a huge lungful of air, your tears slowing in their descent down your face. He wipes at your cheeks sweetly.

“That was so hot, you did so good, you’re okay,” he repeats. A smile crawls across your spit-slicked expression at the calm that spreads down your form. You look at him with all the adoration in the world while he praises you, the shining sun of your universe, the bright center of your world. You’re okay. You are okay. You pleased him. You did good. He returns your grin.

“You like sucking our cocks, hm?” he hums, almost teasingly, casting a glance down your body. You nod in earnest, feeling the soft skin of his hands rubbing your cheeks as you do. “Good. That’s my good girl.”

He turns to Jimin, who’s watching you get praised with a slack look on his face, stroking his own dick thoughtlessly.

“My present, my rules,” Jungkook frowns, dark. “I don’t want her broken before I even get inside of her. You don’t tell her what to do.”

Jimin’s eyes flick to meet his. “I wasn’t going to break her—“

“Don’t haze her. Or else I’ll send you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.” “Don’t haze her,” Jungkook repeats, raising his brows, his hands slipping from your face. You take the respite to start working the hoodie up and off, suddenly incredibly aware of how stuffy and hot it is inside the thick fabric. “Or else. I’ll send you out.”

“Mm,” the blonde hums, his eyes widening in mock obedience, inclining his head once. “Yes, sir.”

 You lose sight of them as the hoodie passes over your face, but you can feel it grabbed at from the top, shirking it off of you easily. Jungkook reaches for you again and this time he helps you stand on unsteady legs. He leans forward, encouraging your lips to his and you accept his gift thankfully, craning towards him. As he kisses you, gently but hungrily, you feel a wandering hand from behind caressing down your spine, under the pajamas, sending shivers dancing down your frame. Fingers trace your back, down to your ass, slipping a palm up and under a cheek to squeeze it deftly, and you rock back towards it while Jungkook slides his tongue across your lips. Heat flares inside of you, unbearable and yet too good, too perfect. You need more, you need to be touched and kissed and filled.

“She didn’t hate it,” Jimin points out, low, as his fingers sneak further, brushing your cunt.

Jungkook hums warningly, but his own hand slides down your front to fondle at your pussy, pressing a curious digit, two, between your folds. He rubs there, drags through the wetness that oozes from you so easily. The three of you break for a second so they can rip your pajama bottoms off of you with two sets of determined hands, deftly unbuttoning Jin’s top and discarding them to the side of the room, leaving you completely naked between the two men. As strange as it might be, it’s exactly where you should be. How you should be. You don’t even feel embarrassed, only one step closer to what you want.  Jungkook finds your mouth again, reaching up to cup your breast and tease at the nipple with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure skirting straight to the apex of your thighs.

You break the kiss with a squeal when Jimin’s hand comes down hard on your ass cheek, and then immediately coasts sweetly back between your thighs, dipping one finger inside of you before slipping back out. He slaps you again, and this time as you jolt forwards, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide straight from your clit to your entrance, sheathing two of his fingers past your quivering walls. Idly, he allows you to ride his hand for a moment, watching you with wide eyes. You’re breathless at the teasing, the butterfly kisses that Jimin peppers across your shoulders and the playful kneading of your backside. When Jungkook takes his fingers from you again you whine in disappointment, but he pops them into his mouth, laving his tongue around his own digits as though savoring the tastiest dessert you could possibly imagine, his eyelashes fluttering closed.

He takes them out with a pop, grabs your hips, spins you around violently, and you almost knock into Jimin, who’d been making his way closer and closer to your back. He grins when you come face-to-face, pupils blown wide, skin flushed prettily, the visage of Lucifer—an angel of sin. He’s discarded both his sweater and his jeans, revealing the compact but powerful muscles usually hidden beneath his cute façade. Jungkook noses into the crook of your neck and you feel his hand curling around your thigh, lifting it, holding you firm. The soft, burning heat of his cockhead brushes your thigh and you give a low moan, circling your hips as if you could convince it inside you faster, the demanding static under your skin growing louder and needier with every inch it gets closer.

Jimin watches you seek out his lips with yours as you slide your arms about his bare, warm shoulders, though he pulls back and smirks at the way you chase after him. He finally allows you to make contact, rushing forward to swallow your lips whole, just before Jungkook sinks effortlessly inside of you. All three of you groan as you slide onto his member, the seemingly endless supply of glistening wetness gushing between your legs making for a smooth glide, stretching your cunt and filling your belly with his hard heat. Jimin kisses you hungrily, devoutly—pecking, sucking, nipping—as Jungkook attacks your neck, on the side opposite your bite marks.

“Does that feel good?” Jimin croons, and your back arches as he pinches sharply at a nipple, licking the corner of your mouth. You nod, humming, trying to keep your wits about you as Jungkook shifts more comfortably and somehow inches even further inside, rubbing against every crevice, fitting you like a glove.

“Me too?” Jimin guides one of your arms off his shoulder, down to his shaft, sandwiched between your bodies, and you wrap your fingers around it just as Jungkook starts to move. “Make me feel good too…” Jimin exhales a plush breath at the feeling when you begin to pump him again, purring at your obedience.

Jungkook keeps your thigh up for easy access to your pussy, which welcomes him in earnest, his cock rocking in and out in a steady rhythm, filling you up good, so good, with every thrust. He pants against your neck, kissing, licking, tasting the sweat that drips from your nape, his free hand holding your hip. The room fills with hums and grunts from the three of you, the wet sounds of your coupling, the gasps from Jimin as he mouths decadently around a nipple and twitches in your palm. You arch back, pushing your breasts into Jimin’s face, your head craning over Jungkook’s shoulder, when slick fingers meet your clit, circling and pressing in time with the thrusts. You don’t even notice Jungkook’s heightening pants and huffs, the way he noses into your skin.

“J-Jimin,” Jungkook suddenly whines, and the panic in his tone is what tears Jimin’s attention away from your chest. “I-I don’t think I can—“

“Not here,” his elder warns, eyes wide with concern. He reaches over your shoulder, leaning closer. He absently shushes your keening when his cock presses against your clit, sliding through your slickness to bump the swollen bundle. You feel Jungkook’s head shifted carefully away from where he’d buried his mouth on your neck, sucking bruising hickeys onto the slender column.

“Not here, not standing,” Jimin repeats, giggling. “Bed. Jungkook, bed. Come on.”

Jungkook growls, but you feel him moving away, peeling his chest off your back and sliding out of your pussy with a sinful noise that steals the breath from three pairs of lungs, the sensation leaving you empty and wanting. You whimper, and Jimin shushes you again.

 As Jungkook steps back, Jimin steps forward, his arms collecting you easily and you almost fall into him. He walks you back, caging you in his body heat, his scent, until you can feel the soft bedsheets at your knees. He pauses there to reach behind you and dig around the blankets. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s over his shoulder. He’s pulling his shirt off of his chest, shirking his jeans to the floor before wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself, eyes blown wide, jaw set tightly in an expression of pure lust. A thrill shudders up your spine and you have to swallow down the saliva that builds in your mouth. He watches you.

“These sheets are so fuckin’ dusty,” Jimin’s complaining idly. Finally, he pulls away enough to lick up your lips, humming his approval when you try to suck his tongue deeper into your mouth. “Lean back.”

You oblige, your gaze casting up to the gold-painted ceiling. You squeak when he pulls you further onto the bed, hoisting you up as he crawls onto it to sit beside your head. It does smell like dust, but he must have peeled the first layer off, the sheets underneath cool against your fevered body.

Jungkook reappears above you, broad hands ghosting up your thighs to push them apart, upwards, cradling the backs of your knees, allowing him the room to slot back between your legs. His maroon hair sticks to his forehead, his neck, frames his far-off expression that burns with such intensity you have a hard time keeping eye contact for too long. Your hips flex upwards, the rushing in your ears building to dizzying volumes, the screaming of every nerve ending for again and more.

“Not her neck, either,” Jimin mumurs as Jungkook lines himself up with your cunt and presses back in with a delicious, slow push. Filling you again, pushing on your legs to get ever deeper, he leans in to attack your lips, sinking down into you. You moan at the feeling, at the way he bites and nips, the way he rolls his pelvis to stroke at your walls. “Not her arteries. Nothing major.”

You arch, swallowing him further, and he growls thick, hips snapping.

“Hey! Listen to me!” Jimin complains, though his hand appears to curl around yours, tugging it back behind your head. His cock slides between your fingers and he molds your hand around it. You comply, jerking him off as best you can while Jungkook begins a strong pace inside you, your ass pressed to his lap, your feet dangling in the air beside your head. The bed creaks beneath you.

“I’ll bite her chest, right next to her heart,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’ll suck her dry right from her fucking tit.”

Jimin groans, deep, thrusting into your hand. “N-not dry, not dry, remember, Kookie. We need to be good, remember. Good boys.”

You can’t think, you can’t do anything but bounce as Jungkook pistons into you with the strength of a runaway bull, holding himself up on his toes for leverage just to make sure there’s no inch of you unfucked. His dick parts your pussy like it was made for him, brushing against your g-spot deep inside, sending your legs into spasm every time he bottoms out. It’s too much, it’s too good, a rising pyre building inside of you of yes and more and please. Your head throws back and you cry out, cut off abruptly when Jimin slaps a palm over your mouth.

“T-too loud, fuck, shh,” he hisses, hand flexing as you continue to moan and whine, muffled now, breasts jumping along with the rhythm.

 You don’t hear the door open.

But you do hear it close, clicking behind a new entrant into your depravity. You feel Jungkook stiffen, panting, dropping your legs as if to hide your body beneath him, his forearms falling to either side of you possessively, head whipping to the side. Jimin pauses with a sharp intake of breath, his hand stilling yours against his cock. You whine, humping upwards, but they’re momentarily distracted by whatever—whoever—it is that you can’t see, your view obscured by the sweat-drenched maroon mop on the back of Jungkook’s head.

A beat passes.

 “Tae.” Jungkook barks, exasperated. His body jiggles with the force of the shout, and you try to use it to your advantage to garner more movement but he remains still above you.

“Nobody in this fucking house ever knocks, what is the point of even having doors,” Jimin bitches under his breath. “Fuck, Tae, I thought you were Namjoon.”

“I’m not Namjoon.” You hear Tae’s distinctive, deep rumble reply, though he sounds distracted.

“Good for you. We’re busy, fuck off.”

“Is that the human girl?”

“None of your fucking business—“

“—Don’t tell anyone—“ Jimin tries to butt in, pleading.

“’Don’t tell anyone’, Jesus, I could hear you downstairs, could smell her through the vents—“

“Mind your own business Taehyung—“

“I was minding my own business, I had my fucking headphones in and I could still hear the three of you—“

“Get OUT, Taehyung—“

“—sounding like a fucking elephant orgy—“

“Tae!” Jimin shouts, commanding. Jungkook starts up again with a tsk, but Jimin quickly cuts him off. “Jungkook! Please! Come on, seriously. Who knows how long we have until they come home? We don’t have time for this.”

“Tell him to go away, Jimin.”

“I want in.” Taehyung interrupts.

“What?”

“I want in, you said I could fuck her mouth, I want in.”

Jimin sounds deceptively calm from above you, his voice like sugar and poison. “When did you say that?”

“Not important!” Jungkook shrieks, jerking upwards, hand thumping into the sheets by your side. He inadvertently thrusts into you hard with the motion and has to choke off a rough growl as you clench around him, hips jerking to meet him eagerly. You accidentally lock eyes with Taehyung when he moves out of the way. He stares wide-eyed at you as you moan, low. “Fuck, that is not important right now. She’s—my fucking present—“

“That’s right. She is.” Tae responds levelly, too levelly. He doesn’t blink. Jungkook’s hands fist into the bedsheets on either side of you, his endurance faltering at the feel of you pulsing around his cock so greedily. He pants, hums deep in his chest, smoothly fucking into you, slowly, as he’s if trying very hard not to. “She is your present. And you decide what happens to her.”

The next thrust lifts your ass back onto him and you squeal, still caught in Taehyung’s hypnotizing, half-lidded gaze as his expression drops into that sultry mask you know too well.

“And you said that I could fuck her mouth.”

“I said I would think about it.”

“I think she should get a vote.”

“We aren’t voting—“

“What do you think, hmm?”

“Don’t answer him.”

“Answer me.”

You’re already babbling, Jungkook’s steadily losing battle with keeping his pelvis in check encouraging the words that bubble up from your throat instantly, summoned forth by the powerful haze dancing through Taehyung’s velvet tone. Your mouth hanging open, breasts again beginning to jerk with each thrust, eyes threatening to roll back, you spit like someone possessed, speaking in tongues.

“Yes,” you hiccup, as if you can’t get it past your lips fast enough, “Yes, yes, I want to taste his cock, I want to taste him, feel him in my mouth, please, Jungkook, please, I want it so bad, I do want him to fuck my mouth, please let him fuck my mouth, please, Jungkook.”

The side of Taehyung’s mouth flicks upwards at your confession, his eyes blinking slow.

“See?” His tongue flits out before he raises his eyebrows pointedly.

Jimin’s hand covering yours squeezes your fingers around his member, convincing it upwards, and stroking down once more as he begins to speak, thoughtfully.

“He could help,” he points out, distant. He rolls forward, flexing into your palm with a soft exhale. “He could help, and we could all keep an eye on each other. It would be—hm—it would be easier than just me trying to keep you from going too far.”

“I’ll tell Jin if you don’t let me in,” Tae adds.

“Fine! Fuck, fine. You’re such a dick.”

Jungkook leans over, pulling your attention back to him. He plants a sloppy trail of kisses over your collarbone and neck, sucking a path up to your lips. When he cranes away, you separate with a slick pop and he huffs.

“Help me move her,” he mutters. He peels himself up off of you, wincing when he slips out of you. You grab for him, trying to get him back inside your warmth, but he collects your wrists with one wide hand. You arch, whining. Another set of hands curl underneath your arms to haul you back, and you scoot with the motion obediently until you can lay your head back over the edge of the bed. Jungkook relinquishes your wrists and they fall limply to your sides.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You hear him complain sharply.

“It’s my turn to fuck her pussy,” Jimin growls back, and you hear shifting by your legs, the violent tugging on your thighs to face a direction so you can more comfortably hang over the edge. “You’ve had long enough.”

“Some fucking birthday present.”

“I’m not having a hand job for my last meal while you hog her cunt.”

“You’ll last longer if you’re not always inside her, anyways. Right?” Taehyung moves into your field of view. He’s already rid himself of his clothes, his long, thick cock straining into the air just by your face. When you feel his hand caress through your hairline, circling your throat, you hum your approval, already twisting to convince him into your mouth. He giggles, once, fingers drifting to purse your lips while his other hand curls around his base and guide it through your jaw—hot, heavy, feverish against your tongue.

“Good girl,” he praises deeply, “God, so good. Relax. You’re okay.”

You are okay. The deeper he goes into your throat, the better it feels, sliding downwards, your nose pressing into where his testicles hang. His grip returns to your neck and you shudder, whimpering, when he squeezes ever-so-slightly, as if only to feel for the lump he makes inside your throat. Meanwhile, hands are petting your legs, slipping across your thighs, flicking occasionally at your clit, opening your folds, rubbing. Finally, there is another prickhead warming your entrance, teasing upwards before sinking back down and pressing inside of your cunt. Jimin isn’t quite as long as Jungkook, but he’s thicker, and the way he stretches you around him has you bucking, waves of pleasure cascading underneath your skin, making you dizzy. Your vision spins when he thrusts, testing, and lets loose a thick growl.

A hand takes your wrist and leads it impatiently to another dick, sticky and slick with your essence. Jungkook groans as you clamp down on him, jerking him vigorously.

The cock down your throat twitches, and Tae’s hips rock lightly, almost teasing, eliciting loud sounds of suckling interrupted, filling your ears. Jimin begins a rough pace inside of your cunt, alternating deep, powerful thrusts with long, slow glides, and the juxtaposition makes you quiver around him, legs shaking where he’s pressed you into the bed. It’s so good, it’s so good, so slick, cocks inside of you and against you and fucking into you with perfect synchronicity, tears build up in the corners of your eyes, joining the slobber as it dribbles down your cheeks, pleasure building in your gut fit to burst; close, so close. Above you, the heavy breaths from Tae, soft gasps from Jimin, grunts from Jungkook, the pathetic whimpering of your own, muffled voice, the sopping sounds as you’re used so thoroughly.

 “F-Fuck, I’m—I’m gonna—“ Jungkook whines, tsking through his teeth as he humps into your palm, his hand forcing yours tight around his cock. A tongue slithers over a peak of your breast, gathering your nipple in a wet, sloppy kiss before relinquishing with a ‘plop’, swollen lips humming against your skin.

“Go-go ahead, Kookie,” Jimin stammers, tenderly. “Go ahead, I’ve got you.”

Taehyung’s grip on your throat curls tighter, depriving your lungs of precious air as he begins to fuck steadily into your mouth, but you’re good, you’re okay, you’re so wet and so good, allowing for the slide of his dick through your throat. Your eyesight shimmers and bursts with every twitch of pleasure, humping along with Jimin’s strong, insistent hips, feeling entirely full and perfect and almost, almost there.

The mouth reappears on your tit, mouthing wantonly, dirtily, and you arch for more of it. It travels inwards, placing a brief kiss to the valley between your breasts before harshly suckling at the pulpy flesh of the opposite slope. A thumb presses to your clit, circling with every motion of Jimin’s girth parting your cunt smoothly and the simultaneous fondling, kissing, grunting quiet approval, has the room whirling around you. It builds inside you even further, rushing up through your toes, dashing over your body like an unstoppable tidal wave, every limb tingling in anticipation, back bowing off the bed, muffled moans drawn from your chest with every movement.

“Cum for us,” Tae grunts, so quiet you almost don’t hear him.

The sensation of teeth piercing your skin floods your entire frame with only a second of pain, but is quickly overwhelmed by pleasure so strong that you seize, neck craning, hips humping, legs going into spasm. Your vision goes white and you’re screaming as you finally cum, your entire body shaking, lifted off the bed with the force of it, even as three pairs of hands pin you down. Someone above you curses, grunts, and through the crashing force of your orgasm, you feel warmth painting your insides, the cock between your thighs pulsing against the clenching of your pussy, the digits rubbing your clit faltering, clawing, as your pelvis bounces unforgivingly, bruising, bringing with it surge after surge of gratification. The member in your mouth throbs and suddenly there are ropes of hot semen painting the inside of your throat, even as he ruts fiercely, forcing it deeper, clutching your throat around himself, snarling like an animal. Between your fingers, you feel the swelling of cock, the way it leaks and finally spurts wet heat up your wrist and arm.

The lips at your breast take that first pull of your blood, the first decadent sip and your back almost snaps in half. Your vision whites out with a flash and you’re screaming again, hoarse, briefly aloud as Tae slips out of you but clamps a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the flood of cum that falls from your open jaw and oozes lewdly from the corners. He says something but you can’t understand, you’re thrashing and writhing in their grasp, focused so entirely on the feel of Jungkook’s gentle kiss, the sensation of being fed from, like everything in your veins is his to take, like everything you’re made of belongs to him, belongs to the way he suckles at your sweet life force.

You’re sweating, panting, shivering, mindless, caught in this timeless space between the caress of his tongue and the world you’ve left behind. Voices, hummed and muttered. Hands, brushing hair back from your forehead, travelling to your lips, gripping your hip, dancing up your torso, clutching your legs. The lips, teeth, leave your breasts with a break of suction that you feel more than hear, spurring another twitch from your exhausted, heavy body at the brief thrill that hurts.

But quickly, they’re replaced. Another pair of lips, plump, frenzied, insistent, drawing from you like a prize won. Your breast aches, but it’s immaculate, it’s right and what little strength you can summon from your limbs propels one arm upwards. It’s made of stone, of marble, too heavy, too hard, and even as your sight begins to clear into blurred shapes and smeared colors, you have trouble maneuvering it around the two pairs of everything you see. Initially, another hand bats it away from your intended trajectory, the one relinquishing your mouth to allow your whines and moans full volume, and it pushes your arm to the side. But even as you waver, you’re finally allowed to make contact with the head of hair pressed to your chest. Strands of hair, some slick with sweat, decorating the warmth of the head above you. You weave your fingers into it and tug it closer, curling towards the puff of amused air that answers, the gentle hum before the second mouth also disengages. He leans away from you but takes your hand with him, long fingers disentangling yours from his hair to clasp around them instead. He holds you against his warm palm, presses an affectionate kiss to the back of your hand. You don’t have long to be disappointed at the interruption.

With the other moving out of the way, the light from above flashes in your eyes and even though it’s too bright, too much, it gives you the brief glimpse of the sweet, hungry smile of the next face to drift to your breast. You slip your free hand into his shining, blonde hair as he kisses you, too, brushes his tongue against your skin to collect the beads of ruby essence gathering there, spikes of pain coiling into deep pleasure to make you gasp when he begins to suck, plump lips stroking the flesh. He doesn’t stay with you as long as the others, but he remembers to press a modest, lingering kiss to the wound that makes your heart flutter before he cranes up and out of your fading vision.

Your afterglow sinks into your limbs, makes you limp, tired, but sated and warm. The bed rises to claim you, swallowing you whole, as the painting above spirals and winds about itself. The flashes of gold, the glimmering of so many details, are beautiful, distracting, and there are palms against your cheek now, voices buzzing in your ears that you can’t decipher. They brush more hair from your face, and as you dully watch the painting drift off of the ceiling to reach for you, intertwine tendrils of painted sunlight with your arms and legs, you feel yourself being moved, from one cloud to another, your head now supported by a cushion. You’re grateful for that. Makes it easier to watch the ceiling dissolve into gold dust, turning into a shower that feels cool against your face. You can almost taste it, like a breath of fresh air. It makes you feel at peace.

More voices, getting louder, faster. Tapping, prodding, all over, but it’s no longer your body that they’re touching. You’re in the ceiling, being dissolved with the painting.

The curtains surrounding the world draw closed, and your vision shuts out.

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Compersion & Spirals

Compersion. I’ve understood its definition for a while, and even felt it at times. Being confronted with it at the happiest moment of a friend's life is absolutely wonderful. This weekend I attended a Birthday party for Shifter’s long-term partner, we’ll call her Macaron, who we haved played with in a foursome. It’s the first time we had been introduced to their respective families, which was really special. What was more significant, was the advance notice that this wouldn’t just be a Birthday party, it was also going to be a surprise wedding.

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About a week ago, or so, I had been messaging Shifter, explaining that Firestorm and I had been discussing polyamory more seriously. I explained to Shifter about wanting to explore that option with him, to ask if the door was open. He did say it was, but I didn’t get the impression it was a discussion that he’d been able to fully explore with Macaron. Ethical Non-Monogamy is one thing, Polyamory - feelings - is a lot messier in its nature, which not everyone can understand. It didn’t come to much of a surprise to receive the following message:

“[Macaron] and I have been chatting on the poly subject again. And she has cold feet about it and would like to keep it just sexy time fun for the time being. I’m sorry to have gotten your hopes up. But when the reality of it set in to [Macaron]. She questioned her ability to manage it. And I will always side with what she says.  Again. I’m so sorry”

It’s more than disappointing, and I tried my best not to feel too let down by the outcome. I tried to explain the feelings I am processing to Firestorm, to keep communicating how I am feeling, and to help him understand my reaction to other relationships as the bloom and wither.

“That's perfectly fine, I totally respect her concerns and am happy to oblige. There's no issues from me on that ”

“Yay.

I feel bad.”

“It's more important to love your wife in a way that respects her. I enjoy our time, and am open if she changes her mind, but respect her decision and will treat it as final ”

I think I handled the rejection well, and although I was not in love, it still hurts to cut short any potential romantic relationship.*

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Cut back to the surprise wedding, we arrived as per the invitation, which was quite early as far as the festivities went. This meant that we arrived and met the Bride and Groom before most of their own friends and family had a chance to turn up. Seeing him in person after 2 months apart, it was amazing how the electricity returned, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. It’s odd, because objectively he isn’t the most handsome man around, neither is he the fittest. There is a sweetness to his smile, and a depth of honesty in his eyes.**

Knowing this was a special day for the happy couple, I had already resolved to be demure, polite, and interact in a way that suited their introduction of us. I did not want to bring dishonour to their union in front of their families, what we share as consenting adults is none of their business. Just because I would like to behave differently with those I build a relationship with, doesn’t mean they would.

The afternoon passed somewhat quietly, being isolated with Firestorm and his children from the rest of the attendees, it taught me a lot of lessons around guest seating and structure of the event for keeping their interest. I am extremely grateful for the privilege of attending, as it means there are key elements I will try harder to ensure are completed for our wedding.

Keeping with their intent to break tradition, the bride and groom pulled up to the seating area in the same car, a lot of sentimental value attached to the ‘chariot’. The happiness was evident on both their faces, and I felt support, cherishment and love towards them as they walked down the ‘aisle’ together.

It wasn’t glamorous, but it was meaningful. Seeing the culmination of 15 years of life together, 14 years of engagement, was something so incredibly special to be a part of. It made me yearn for my own day later this year. It helped affirm my desire for meaningful connections, with my fiancé, and others who will come into my life.

Seeing Shifter and Macaron in their little bubble of disbelief that they actually completed their intention to marry from so many years ago was interesting. I’ve thought often about the significance of marriage, and that whilst it might not be necessary in the modern era to make the legal commitment, there is a declarative nature to it that I want to take part in. I also think through the injustice of the system itself, restricting the nature of marriage to only two people. The historical frame of monogamous culture restricting the rights and societal recognition of non-monogamous relationship structures is so wrong in my view, I wish there was more I could do to change this.

We left early due to Firestorm wanting to keep a regular bedtime for his children, but I dearly wish we had stayed longer, if only to gaze across the room and celebrate the happy couple. I am looking forward to the shoe being on the other foot, and shining as a bride in my own stead. Before my engagement, I had never fantasized about the big wedding scenario, and yet the closer I get to mine, the more I look forward to it.

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We are looking at purchasing our first home together. I’ll skip the financial rabbit-hole, and instead focus on how weird it is that this might actually happen. Our personal debts are not perfect, but there is hope that we might be approved and can begin the purchasing process. I’ve been filled with such a nervous energy. Firestorm has been calling the people who can make this happen. Hoping that the outcome of judgement is favourable to making our future a reality.

The location is interesting, as we have chosen to purchase significantly far away from the locations at which we both work. For the compromise in location, we succeed in value of the actual property offering. Better conditions of building, land size and keeping the price well within our budget. There is also the benefit of being nearer to Shifter and Macaron, just the other side of town.

I’m a little conflicted, because I have such a strong attraction to Shifter, and whilst that makes me more comfortable with the decision to purchase a property so far away, it’s not a factor I can rely on to guide my rational decision making. I will enjoy their friendship, but am unable to expect more emotional commitment.

The property comes at a time where we need our own privacy, our own space. We have spoken about it for some time now, and I really think that in the next twelve months we will start trying to fall pregnant. That’s a super intimidating challenge, partially for the life altering, no take-backs consequence of bringing a child into the relationship, and partially because it’s been a discussion for a number of years that I wasn’t ready. I didn’t even know if I wanted children for such a long time. It has absolutely helped having a partner who is so domestically inclined, I feel a sense of safety, that I will have someone who cares enough to be completely hands on with child rearing.

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*Spiral: This feels like all I’m good for some days, a quick lust, a fuck, and sent on my way because I’m not valuable enough to want more from. The difference between Shifter and Crowns (the married man who has pursued me at work) is that I can sense there is a reciprocal emotion with Shifter, and that he’s honouring the commitment to his wife, Macaron, to value her before all others. We still have an open door to playtime as well. I feel sad, but respectful of the decision he has made, and the promise he is keeping to her.

With Crowns...there has been a blatant sexual interest, a retraction and then lust that disobeyed his wife’s requests. I have reason to doubt that there was ever any discussion with her. I could never totally regret my interactions with Crown, as challenging monogamy with Firestorm has led to enough self-awareness and recognition that my desire for established romantic relationships is not unreasonable. It has led to more self-love and actually asking for the kinds of relationships I want, rather than taking the meager offering they wanted to give me. It doesn’t mean that I will accept his advances when honesty is not his first motivation.

Crowns has been frustrating to manage expectations with. A lot of the initial expectation was crushed quickly, and I had thought that would be the end of the discussion. Then, he didn’t let go so easily. I felt caught between leading him on, and genuinely enjoying the company he presented. Conversation always lulled if I didn’t continue the expectation of sexual interest. I felt disappointed that I didn’t warrant more respect. The shadow of interest hadn’t dissipated, but he never crossed the line between wanting me, and actually getting to know me. It left me sad after interactions, and devalued my self-worth. I have come through those emotions to recognize I am worth more than that. I want more than that.

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**Spiral 2: Shifter is out of my reach emotionally, but the look I received from him at the wedding was so heated, I was filled with want. It was a promise of more, a promise of sexual satisfaction, and the honour of his genuine desire for my interaction. I may not be able to enjoy the significance of a romantic relationship, but there is a kindness, a caring and an ethical component to his non-monogamous practice. It also helps that he identifies as polyamorous, so I feel a kinship of understanding.

And even going through my own thoughts, there remains an undercurrent of sadness that he is removed from my potential romantic partners. I really thought there might be something there worth exploring. It’s scary putting yourself out there to people, hoping that they’ll be able to love you. It’s also difficult recognizing kin, and having the frame of romantic monogamy limit your natural inclination to fall in love. I want to fall in love and be loved. I don’t need to spend every day in their pocket, but to acknowledge that the time we spend together will be valuable and sacred.

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Running With The Wolves

Summary: Jaskier’s looking for a night of fun.

Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel are more than happy to oblige.

(Alternatively: Yen makes sure Jaskier doesn’t make too many bad decision in one night)

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern AU, First Meetings, Foursome (MMMM), PWP

A/N: the tags on ao3 go into more detail. lmk if i should tag anything else

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It was Jaskier who had begged to go out, pestering Yennefer until she finally relented and took them to a nearby club. He had entered the club with glee, pointing out several men, but after each and every one appeared to have partners already, Jaskier’s initial happiness soon faded. Now, he was moping about like he had lost his most prized possession. 

“You dragged us all this way just to be sad?” Yennefer glowered over her drink. 

“No,” Jaskier picked his head up from the table. “I just hoped our options wouldn’t be so...sparse.”

The club was packed, but luck wasn’t on Jaskier’s side. Yennefer rolled her eyes, taking a sip as she checked the time. The night was still young and that worried her the most. Yennefer was sure she was going to lose her mind if she didn’t find someone for Jaskier soon.

“Oh! If you’ll excuse me, Yennefer, I’m going to climb that man like a tree.”

Glancing to where Jaskier had already headed towards, she could see a tall man with a serious look. He was muscular, intimidating with a sense of mystery around him, and Yennefer could already see Jaskier’s downfall. Unfortunately, there was no stopping Jaskier once he started.

As Jaskier sidled alongside the man, he put on a sly grin and pointedly took the straw from his drink into his mouth. The man glanced at him, the corner of his mouth quirking but no more than that. 

“What brings you here?” Jaskier asked, staring into the golden eyes that pierced into him. 

“Perhaps the same as you,” the man replied. 

His voice was lower than Jaskier expected and a shiver ran up his spine. “Oh, delightful,” Jaskier purred. “You alone then?”

At this the man shifted, an awkward glance to the side. “No.”

Disappointment twisted Jaskier’s stomach and he didn’t hide his falling expression. “Oh, okay,” Jaskier leaned back ready to excuse himself. 

“Wait,” the man interjected. “I’m here with my friends.”

He gestured to the bar where Jaskier could see two other men with the same physique. They were caught in their own conversation, occasionally looking back at Jaskier and the man he was with, curiosity apparent. 

“We...like to share,” the man spoke, hands wringing. “But if you’d like it to be just you and me, that would be fine as well.”

Jaskier’s mind drew a blank and his mouth dropped open ever so slightly. To be in bed with not one, but three incredible-looking men was making him reel. Doors upon doors were opening up to him and he finally brought himself back into his body. 

“God, all three of you. Please.”

The man let out an amused chuckle, motioning the two men over. They hesitated at first, but soon made their way back, swagger in their steps. 

“This is Eskel and Lambert,” the man introduced, his friends giving little waves to their respective names. “I’m Geralt.”

Jaskier didn’t realize he hadn’t started speaking yet until the three men gave him concerned looks. “Oh, I’m Jaskier. Yes, that’s me.”

The men laughed a little at this and Jaskier couldn’t help but join in. He felt like someone having their first sexual encounter despite the many escapades he had before this moment. All his thoughts were jumbled until an arm wrapped around his shoulder, bringing him back to the reality of the situation. 

“Evening, gentlemen,” Yennefer smiled at the group, tight and on the edge of false. “My friend here thinks more with his cock than his brain so I need to know your intentions.”

“Yen,” Jaskier blushed, but he was thankful for her concern. 

“Well,” Geralt blinked. “We were going to go home. The four of us. If he wanted that.”

Yennefer looked at Jaskier for confirmation. 

“I do. I trust them so far.”

With a sigh, Yennefer dug out her cellphone. “You have my number, but I’ll need all of yours. Names and addresses too. Get together, I’m taking a picture of the three of you.”

The three men were quick to comply, cell phones whipping out, Yennefer barking orders. The one named Eskel scooted away from her as soon as he could and took his place next to Jaskier.

“She always this scary?” he asked as Yennefer continued to interrogate Geralt. 

“You should see her on a bad day,” Jaskier joked. “She means well, though.”

Eskel nodded, thought his stance did not relax. “It’s good you have a friend like that. There were a few times we had taken someone home that we really shouldn’t have. We learned our lesson.”

Jaskier was comforted by this, knowing that the men wanted someone enthusiastic and willing. He had felt at ease from the start, but it was always good to be sure. 

“Alright,” Yennefer patted Jaskier on the shoulder. “Be safe, have fun.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Jaskier gave her a quick hug, laughing as she scowled. 

“I am not your mother, god forbid.”

Jaskier did not miss the small smile on her face as she departed and found himself once again surrounded by the three men. 

“Haven’t heard from you yet, Lambert,” Jaskier grinned. “What do you have to say about all this?”

“Not much,” the man crossed his arms. “Standard procedure.”

Jaskier could see Geralt elbow him in the side. It truly was friendship at its finest as Lambert shoved him back.

“Ignore him. He’s an ass,” Geralt explained, now fighting off Lambert’s taunts with one hand. 

“Yet you all can sleep with each other?” Jaskier couldn’t help quip. 

The three men paused then, awkward shrugs shared between them.

“Well, he’s fine in bed,” Eskel started. “But perhaps you should see for yourself.”

Jaskier turned to Eskel, reaching up and tracing his hand down his shoulder. “Then, we should get going, shouldn’t we?”

The three men stood at attention, waiting for Jaskier to lead the way out of the club. There was an almost feral look on their faces and Jaskier could feel his breathing quicken. They followed behind him single file, Jaskier having to hold back a wide grin at the slight hilarity of the situation, prey being stalked by predators.

“My place is close by,” Geralt motioned when they exited out of the club. 

Jaskier was now fine with taking the rear–in more ways than one–teasing the three men with brushing hands, tugging their hair just so. He could see the fire igniting and his anticipation only grew.

When they reached Geralt’s flat, Jaskier was caught in a hug from behind, arms around his waist. He hummed with delight, reaching up and pulling whoever it was into a deep kiss. 

“Hold on, Lambert,” Geralt ended their kiss all too soon. 

Lambert growled at this, but didn’t let go of Jaskier, who had taken to holding onto Lambert’s hands. When Geralt and Eskel appeared in Jaskier’s line of sight, his knees weakened. 

“Our safeword is Red,” Geralt explained as he reached out, letting his hand trace down Jaskier’s face. “We like things rough, but we want you to feel safe.”

“Oh, I do, darling,” Jaskier gave a lazy grin. “But thank you. I don’t mind things rough.”

This was enough for Lambert, who began to nibble on Jaskier’s neck. Jaskier craned his neck to give him more access, gasping as Lambert bit down harder. 

“Lambert, save some for us,” Eskel scowled. 

Despite being tangled in Lambert, Jaskier found himself being led to a bedroom where a large bed sat in the middle. Jaskier was thrown back onto the mattress and Lambert crawled on top of him while Eskel sat behind his head. 

“Geralt likes to watch first,” Eskel explained as he brushed Jaskier’s hair out of the way. 

He then kissed Jaskier from his position, their mouths awkwardly latching together, but somehow working all the same. Lambert had returned his attention to Jaskier’s neck, sucking some more and leaving new bruises. When Jaskier’s kiss with Eskel broke, he looked over Lambert’s shoulder to see Geralt sitting in a chair, watching the group intently. The stare was electric and Jaskier groaned as Lambert and Eskel trailed their hands along his body. 

Jaskier’s shirt was practically torn off of him and he found his hands pinned up above his head by Eskel. Lambert caressed Jaskier’s chest before taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand pinching the other one. Jaskier moaned, arching into the touch and tugged at the grip on his wrists. He wanted to touch everyone, but being held like this was so exciting too. His cock was tight in his trousers and he followed Lambert’s lead rubbing their erections together. 

Lambert gave Jaskier’s nipple a final lick before moving back up and whispering in his ear. “Here’s how it’s going to go. You’ll make Eskel and me come first. Then Geralt before you’ll be allowed to come.”

Jaskier whimpered at this and vigorously nodded his head. Eskel had taken both of Jaskier’s wrists into one hand and let his other explore where Lambert had just been. His clothed erection was dangerously close to Jaskier’s face and Jaskier craned his neck up to mouth at it. 

Eskel groaned, pushing closer to Jaskier as Lambert took Jaskier’s remaining clothes off. Despite being the only one naked, Jaskier opened his legs wide, wanting the men to see everything. There was an appreciative moan from Lambert, who dove between Jaskier’s legs and took Jaskier’s cock into his mouth. 

Jaskier threw his head back in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent scream. He twisted in Eskel’s grip as Lambert slowly took him in all the way and then held Jaskier’s cock in his hot, wet mouth. 

“Oh, sweet mother of–” Jaskier gasped, his hands suddenly free and falling at his sides. 

His hands twisted in the sheets as Lambert moved up, pleasure washing over him and then he felt the bed shift. Eskel was facing him now, perched over his chest and naked, his cock leaking with precum. Jaskier wasted no time in opening his mouth, his hands braced on Eskel’s hips as the man put his cock in Jaskier’s mouth. Eskel was louder than Lambert, letting his pleasure be known as Jaskier sucked his cock. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” Eskel breathed, his thrusts light as if he were afraid to push Jaskier too much. 

Jaskier took Eskel in further, rougher, to let him know he wanted more and to his relief, Eskel complied. Jaskier moaned around the cock in his mouth, a bit of pride surging through him as Eskel shuddered. It seemed Eskel was close but before he came, he held Jaskier down and pulled out. 

“Not yet,” he panted as he moved off of him and Jaskier pouted at the loss. 

That didn’t last long however as Jaskier found his cock being stroked and then a tightness growing at the base. His mouth went slack as Lambert secured a cock ring in place, a devilish grin on his face. 

“Remember, pet, you’re last.”

Jaskier had a feeling there was more to those words and he keened at the thought of the three men having complete control over him. He followed Lambert’s and Eskel’s guiding hands until he was on his hands and knees, pushed forward ever so slightly so his ass was prominently up in the air. Every part of him shook with delight and he watched as Lambert and Eskel switched places, their hands touching, squeezing him the entire time. Lambert’s cock was slightly bigger than Eskel’s, the tip rubbing against Jaskier’s lips as he kneeled in front of him. Jaskier lapped at the head, grinning as Lambert shot him a look and then, teasingly, Jaskier took the cock into his mouth. Lambert’s impatience took over then and he shoved himself in until Jaskier was taking as much as he could, his throat loosening to accommodate the length. Lambert didn’t pull out all the way as he thrusted and it seemed like he was waiting.

Jaskier soon found out the reason why as Eskel spread his cheeks and leaned in, licking at Jaskier’s hole. Jaskier moaned at the sensation, warming Lambert’s cock in his mouth as the man carded his hand through Jaskier’s hair. 

Eskel’s tongue was soon accompanied by a finger, pressing into Jaskier and stretching him open. Jaskier wanted to say more, but with Lambert’s cock in his mouth, he could only wiggle his hips and make lewd noises from his throat to let Eskel know he was enjoying this. 

“Eager thing, isn’t he?” Lambert spoke as he yanked on Jaskier’s hair, making him look up.

“I saw him first, Lambert, don’t forget that,” Geralt growled from his spot. 

Jaskier could only imagine how Geralt looked now, brooding in his chair. Geralt was watching everything Eskel was doing to Jaskier’s hole and Jaskier felt his cock twitch between his legs. Hearing the snap of a lid, Jaskier moaned around Lambert’s cock still in his mouth, his body more than ready for what would be next.

Two lubed fingers began scissoring him, Eskel’s free hand running down Jaskier’s side. 

“You doing okay, Jaskier?” Eskel asked, his voice grounding Jaskier through all of this. 

Jaskier nodded as best he could. They were being surprisingly gentle compared to other orgies Jaskier had been a part of, but when it was this way, he was able to savor every touch. It turned him on even more and he hollowed his cheeks to tease Lambert some more.

“Let’s make him scream, hm?” Lambert growled, pushing Jaskier until his nose was pressed up against dark, wiry hair. 

Jaskier and Lambert moaned together, Lambert caressing Jaskier’s cheek with a thumb before he pulled his cock back, letting Jaskier’s throat rest, the head still in his mouth. Eskel pushed a third finger into Jaskier and he curled his fingers, just brushing against Jaskier’s prostate. 

Jaskier shook, Lambert’s cock dropping from his mouth as he panted, but Lambert was quick to make Jaskier take his cock again, shoving in without much ceremony. As Lambert fucked Jaskier’s mouth, Eskel lubed up his own cock before entering Jaskier, his softness a stark contrast to Lambert’s harsh thrusting. Jaskier closed his eyes as Eskel pushed in, keeping his mouth slack for Lambert’s cock as his body reeled through the different sensations. Once Eskel was all the way in, he waited a moment for Jaskier to adjust before starting with slow thrusts. 

Jaskier was in another place, lust and ecstasy taking over every sense. He loved being used by Lambert, loved Eskel’s concern, and he couldn’t wait for what Geralt had in store for him.

Just as Eskel began to speed up, Lambert reached his orgasm and he pulled out, spilling all over Jaskier’s hair and face. Jaskier closed his eyes, moaning appreciatively as Lambert gave him a passionate kiss before letting him go. 

Eskel’s hands were gripped tight on Jaskier’s hips, slamming into him while Jaskier now had the freedom to make all the noise he wanted. He fell forward onto his forearms, head falling onto the sheets as he braced himself. Jaskier’s own orgasm was close, but with the ring on, he was denied his release. Jaskier sobbed through the dry orgasm that ripped through him, babbling nonsense as Eskel spilled into him. Once all of his seed was in Jaskier, Eskel pulled out and placed a soft kiss at the base of Jaskier’s spine. 

Collapsing onto the bed, Jaskier writhed as his cock stood proud and red, almost to the point of painful. He reached down between his legs to pleasure himself but his hand was soon pulled away as Geralt, now unclothed as everyone else stood next to the bed, satiated, but a hunger still in their eyes. 

“My turn,” Geralt showed his teeth and Jaskier whimpered, reaching out for him. 

Jaskier gripped tight onto Geralt’s shoulders as the man pushed into him, his hole taking Geralt’s larger cock with ease. He could feel Eskel’s seed spill out of him and this alone brought Jaskier’s cock back to attention.

“Eskel, you getting in on this?” Lambert asked and there was a distant, “No, I just want to watch now.”

Jaskier didn’t know what was going to happen next but then Geralt froze mid-thrust. Eyes snapping open, Jaskier could just make out Lambert’s frame behind Geralt, his hands–Jaskier assumed–spreading Geralt’s cheeks apart.

“Oh,” Jaskier blinked before giving Geralt a grin. 

“If you want to be in Lambert’s spot next time,” Geralt shrugged before ducking his head as Lambert stretched him open. 

Next time. Jaskier’s heart flew knowing that at the very least, Geralt wanted to see him again. Jaskier gave Geralt a smile, not able to do much else in his exhausted state and earned a kiss in return. Their tongues tangled together as they moaned into each other’s mouths before a stuttered breath left Geralt. 

Lambert then thrust his hips forward, causing Geralt to press even further into Jaskier. Groans filled the room, sending Jaskier into yet another dizzying state. He sighed heavily, wanting nothing more than to come as Geralt thrust into him in time with Lambert. Their pace soon picked up and it wasn’t long before Geralt came into Jaskier with a rough moan. Lambert followed a few thrusts after, the two men braced over Jaskier, who was about to cry with need. Here he was, denied his release and Lambert had just orgasmed for the second time. 

“Please,” he begged, his body falling limp. “Please let me come.”

“Of course, love,” Geralt whispered, placing a kiss on Jaskier’s cheek before pulling out of him. 

Jaskier groaned, his hole unable to clench as seed kept spilling out of him. Geralt’s fingers were quick to replace his cock and he took Jaskier’s length into his mouth, taking him all the way to the ring. 

“Geralt,” Jaskier cried, his hands flying to Geralt’s hair. 

He didn’t care how hard he was pulling and it seemed to spur Geralt on faster, rougher. Geralt thrust his fingers with his bobbing head and Jaskier found himself on the edge once again. 

“Geralt, I’m going to–”

With that, Geralt took the ring off before returning his mouth to Jaskier’s cock. Jaskier came with a shout, his orgasm shaking his entire body as Geralt kept pleasuring him until every last drop was milked out. 

Jaskier lay on the bed, dazed, and unwilling to move, only brought out of it as Geralt picked him up and took him into a bathroom just off the bedroom itself. There was a bath with hot water, Lambert and Eskel sitting off to the side with towels wrapped around their waists. It seemed they had already washed and Geralt helped Jaskier into the shower, rinsing the both of them off and helping Jaskier stand. 

“That was amazing,” Jaskier sighed, as the water ran down his body. “What else have you three got up your sleeves?”

Geralt smirked, capturing Jaskier’s lips in a soft kiss. “Well, I did mean what I said. I know Lambert and Eskel would like their own time with you too.”

“Mm, I’d be more than happy to oblige,” Jaskier smiled. 

Once the shower was finished, Geralt brought them to the tub, setting in Jaskier first. Lambert and Eskel were quick to sit on the tub’s edge as Geralt then got in, settling himself between Jaskier’s legs, his back flush against Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier wrapped an arm around Geralt’s shoulders, his free hand reaching for the other men. Lambert and Eskel each took a claim to Jaskier, kissing the skin they could while running their hands along it. 

“Tell me about yourselves. I’m about to fall asleep and I don’t want to miss out on a moment with the three of you,” Jaskier grinned. 

He could feel a rumble from Geralt and felt a sense of pride on making the man laugh. 

“Best start with Eskel,” Lambert volunteered his friend, who glared at him. “He’s the emotional one.”

“At least I have them,” Eskel bit back before turning to Jaskier. “The three of us grew up together and after all these years I still put up with Lambert’s shit.”

“Admirable, really,” Jaskier teased, kissing Lambert’s knuckles when he frowned. 

Geralt sighed and shifted so he was sitting at the other end of the tub and could face all three. “I think it’s somehow worse than having actual brothers.”

“Oh, as if you can say anything, Geralt I-Hide-Everything Rivia,” Eskel retorted and Lambert let out a bark of a laugh. 

The three men began to bicker then, but Jaskier knew there was no malice behind it. It was entertaining, to say the least, and he hid his laughter as best he could as the three seemed to forget they were in the presence of someone else. 

Finally, the three stopped, each giving their apology to Jaskier. 

“It’s fine,” Jaskier waved. “It’s not turning me away, I assure you.”

All three men appeared to light up at this and Jaskier felt very much in the spotlight. He could help but want to goad this on, see what these men were made of. 

“In fact, gentlemen, I want to know just how wild you can get,” Jaskier teased.

Met with three smirks, Jaskier could feel his mind race with excitement. He was in for one hell of a ride.

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Bad Moon Rising

Part 1: Out on the Water

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au. 

A/N: I hope y’all like this and let me know what you think of it! And if you would like to be tagged on more parts of this fic, don’t be afraid to drop me a line! This is a very Jim centric chapter, but we’ll see the other two boyos soon!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, reader gets hurt, near drowning, medical stuff, and that’s about it!

Word Count: 2.8k 

Tagging List: @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, and @lovelykhaleesiii

Sure, this wasn't prime fishing time, but she couldn't deal with the silent house anymore. She needed to be out here with the moon and the water. She realized that they might be her only friends right now. Sure, Rory was a good neighbor, but she felt odd going to him and dumping all of her problems on him. She knew he understood, but her pride just wouldn't let her.

So, to the quiet deep water it was. The moon shined bright over the water and the only sound was the waves gently lapping at the boat. A breath of relief escaped her lips. At least there was peace to be found out here, and she slowly felt the tension slip from her muscles. All was well right in this moment.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the water to the starboard side that made her jump. This really wasn't the time for the fish and she got up from her seat to look over the side of the boat, seeing if whatever it was would do it again. Then, it did. She was utterly confused, she caught a glimpse of flesh and scales. It made no sense, and it was much closer than she anticipated. She waited with bated breath, not sure what to make of it.

Then a head emerged from the water. The most angelic boy she had ever seen, but something was off about his face. It was like there were soft iridescent scales wear humans would place highlighter. It looked nothing short of breathtaking in this light. The biggest thing that worried her was how his face twisted in pain as he struggled with something under the water.

"Are you hurt?" She called, not sure what to make of this situation but someone or something was hurt and she wasn't just going to leave him to his own devices.

His head whipped to the sound of her voice and he paled even more, looking truly terrified that she saw him, and he dove under the water.

"Wait no!" She yelled, "Let me help you!" She didn't wait for a response though, she was already grabbing her diving knife and leaping over the side of the ship. The freezing water of the pacific greeted her, but she didn't care. She was grateful for the full moon because she could actually see tonight, and she saw what the problem was. He was trapped in a net with one of those horrible whale traps that had pierced the bottom joint above the large tail fin. She knew she should be wondering at this amazing creature, but she was more concerned with saving him.

He looked up to see her approaching with a knife in between her teeth, and he started panicking, having no way of knowing what her intentions were, so he struggled more, only embedding the steel hook into his flesh further and making the net constrict. She fought to swim faster to him, there was an unbearable moment when she held the knife to him, but a relief beyond words filled him when it was the rope that was cut and not him.

She worked as fast as she could to cut the net cut away, knowing that she had a limited oxygen supply, and the merman could only stare in wonder as this fragile human jumped into literally the most hostile environment for them, just to help him. He was touched to say the least.

The clock was ticking, she knew she had to get up to breathe soon, but she was so close. There. The net down, now for the most painful part. She bit the knife again as she cradled the lower part of his body between her arm and her side, and grabbed the hook with the other hand. Oh dear, her vision was starting to get blurry, but she knew what to do. With a quick turn of both the merman and the hook, she was able to pull it out, making the merman scream and dash off in reflex. She watched as he was swimming away and for a moment she was just taken aback. She knew she should be concerned this was a dream or she was hallucinating, but all she could watch was the strong and languid muscles powering through the water like he was made to do.

The fire in her lungs and the quickly blurring vision made her start kicking up to the surface with fervor, but she was realizing that she might have fucked up. She wasn't sure if she could get back to the surface before the blackness overtook her.

The merman stops once he realizes that the pain was necessary, and that it was only caused for his own benefit. He looks to the girl struggling in the water. She truly put her life on the line to just save him, and she didn't even want anything from him. She wasn't trying to capture him for herself. His eyes watched her struggling form for a moment before knowing what he had to do.

He darted to her, as quickly as he could with his injury, and had his arms around her just as her form started to still. He carried her up to the boat and set her on her side. He watched with bated breath, hoping to his gods that she'd start breathing again.

Suddenly, she was coughing and spitting up the sea water and breathed with a sigh of relief. He knew he should swim away, but he wasn't sure what his chance of survival was with this wound, and well, this girl seemed nice.

The fit went on for no more than a minute before she caught her breath. She looked to the young man bobbing in the water. There was utter wonder and fascination as she looked, and she couldn't help but reach out and caress his face. He started at the contact, but hesitantly leaned into it, seeing no danger in the touch.

"Oh wow," she was breathless and she said it with so much wonder that it made his chest hurt. He doesn't think anyone, his own kind or any other humans he had run across, look at him like this. "You're real."

He nodded. He understood this human tongue, but he had to admit he was out of practice speaking it.

"My father used to tell me stories when I was a little girl about the beautiful merpeople you could find in the water if you were good of heart and kind," she was running her thumb across the small dusting of the smooth scales across his cheekbone, fascinated with how flawlessly the skin and scales combined to just make him look impossibly beautiful. "I never for a second thought you'd be real."

"We are," he spoke softly, the language feeling a little stiff on his tongue, he thought the fact that her father was trying to pass off as real was a little ridiculous, but she startled.

"Holy fuck, you can speak English."

He had to laugh at that, and her eyes lit up with winder before the jostling of the laugh irritated his wound and now he was just wincing, biting back the pain.

Her eyes filled with worry, and she was moving to climb into the water again, but he stopped her, already being a little leery of letting her do anything like that for him again.

"How bad is it?" He didn't want to answer. "Do you trust me enough to hop up here so I can get a look at it."

He stared at her for a moment before nodding softly and with his iridescent, clawed, and webbed hands, he hoisted himself up effortless and draped his tail over the side of the boat, allowing her to get a good look at the wound, though he refused to meet her eyes. This was rather undignified for a merperson to be doing this.

She gently examined the area, seeing that the puncture wound was torn and not a clean cut. It was also fairly deep and a look of concern settled on her face. "I don't," He dared a cautious and nervous look up at her. "I don't think you should be out in the open water with this. This could cause so many problems for you." She looked to him, and gently reached for his hand, holding it tenderly and without care of hold inhuman it was.

"Tell me, what's your name?" She asked.

He thought about, he wasn't sure if her human tongue could actually begin to even pronounce his name in his native tongue, so he thought for a brief moment. "It's Jim," he said. He had heard that name being spoken by humans before. He was sure it would be fine.

"Okay, Jim. I'm Y/N," she spoke gently, having a feeling what you were about to say wouldn't please him. "Do you trust me?"

His only answer was an unsure head nod, looking more defensive than anything.

"I think I need to take you home," he started to slide off the boat, but her grip on his hand tightened, "There will be no tricks, I promise. I just want to make sure that you can heal properly. I study wildlife medicine. My whole life goal is to help different creatures and get them well enough to be on their way. I swear to you."

He looked at her again, and he could see the honesty in her eyes. She truly just wanted to help him. Perhaps the story that her father told her wasn't so preposterous. Besides, what other choice did he have. He nodded. "I can't be out of water for too long. I do have a human form, but," he flipped his tail. "I would probably cause more damage to myself if I tried to change."

It was odd to hear him speak that much in one go, and while the way he spoke was foreign, she understood him, she even liked it. She nodded. "Okay. I do have an option for transporting you on the boat, but you're not going to like it." Hating that she had to bring this up to him.

He quirked his head to the side, but gave her a shy smile, "How would you know if I li-"

"It's wear we put the fish in after we catch them to bring them to shore."

His lips set in a thin line. She was right. He didn't like that.

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It was degrading, but she swore to tell no living soul that she would never mention that she had to put him in the boat's fish tank. She was glad to see the bleeding had slowed down significantly, and it appeared that it was just oozing now.

Here was the trick though, she had to get him from the boat to the house. She hadn't thought this far. He was starting to get anxious as soon as she docked the boat. This was the human's world, and he was quite literally a fish out of water.

"What's taking so long?" He asked from his position, not really being able to see what was going on.

"Just, uh, give me a moment! Wait right there!" She called as she jumped on the dock.

He had a remark for that, but she wouldn't hear it, so he just mumbled "There's really not much choice," in his native tongue.

She went to the shed, looking for something to help her. Then her eyes fell on it. It would definitely get the job done, but she felt bad for putting this merman through the wringer with less than dignified positions. She grabbed the red wagon from her childhood and a tarp, and marched back to the boat.

"Okay, I know how to get you into the house."

"............ Fine." He was clearly not happy, but he knew that you weren't trying to do this to him. It was out of honest desire to help and make sure he didn't die. It made his heart flutter when he looked at her instead of pure disdain like he was sure most merpeople would feel.

It was a struggle to get him out of the tank, into the wagon, and then into the house, up the stairs, and into the bathtub, and then to fill the bath tub with seawater from the dock outside. By the time she was done. She was out of breath, sweaty and disheveled. Not even the cool Washington air could make a difference in that.

She was leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked, with his head propped up on the side of the bathtub.

With a wave, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm just fine. I'll go grab the stuff in a moment."

He watched with concern still, and he he couldn't help but feel like he was being an inconvenience to her.

"Y/N," he spoke softly, and she looked up to him, "Thank you. For this. For everything."

She smiled as she felt her stomach do a flip. "No need to thank me yet, we got to make sure you survive this."

He smiled back, appreciating the humor, as she left to grab the medical supplies.

She came back with a box and a leather belt. He raised a brow at the object as she handed him it. "You'll want to bit down. I have everything to heal you, but nothing to make it comfortable." She had something else with her, "Besides this," it was a whiskey bottle.

He nodded in understanding, but his skin lost it's pallor at the thought.

"One question," he looked up to her, "Do your scales grow back?"

"Yes, why?" He didn't like that question.

"I'm going to have to pull some so I can get a good and clean stitch going."

Of course, he thought, as he grabbed the bottle from her and took a healthy drink, only to cough and gag on the bitter liquid.

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The thing she thought she had to be the most surprised with this merman was just how strong he was. He cracked the marble tub with his bare hands during the process, and his sharp teeth torn the leather to shreds, and she honestly didn't want to admit what that did to her. He was barely conscious at this point, but she still praised him for putting up with the scale pulling and stitching with only the whiskey to numb it.

He nodded and squeezed her hand with a small smile as sleep started to overtake him. She made a note to grab a pillow for him after she put all of the medical things away. God bless that she still had that from school.

She was in the kitchen, pouring her own glass of whiskey when she heard a cat yowling in pain outside. She opened the door to see a severely injured cat on the porch. The poor thing looked like it had been attacked by a dog, and she heart hurt for it. She picked it up and brought him inside. "It's okay little guy. Apparently, it's hospital night, and you came to the right place."

She grabbed one of her jackets hanging up on the pegs next to the door and laid it out on the kitchen island and sat the cat down gently. "I'll be right back," she cooed as she went to grab the medical box she had just used on the merman upstairs, but when she reentered the kitchen, the cat was gone. "What th-" There was a sharp crack against your head, and the world went black for a short moment.

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She recovered, and based on the clock on the oven, it had only been a couple of minutes. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it, but then she heard something in the bathroom upstairs. Without putting much thought into it, she crept up the stairs, knowing the spots and stairs that creaked. She was able to hurry up them silently, but not before grabbing one of the heavy silver candlesticks that adorned the hearth of her fireplace.

She peaked into the bathroom and her eyes widened at the sight of a man with gorgeous strawberry blonde hair falling in waves was leaned over Jim. He held his face and pulled in at an angle that his neck was bared to him. His mouth opened, and you saw the fangs and before you even thought about it. You leapt into the room and sent the candlestick bashing into the stranger's head.

He fell to the ground in an unconscious pile, out cold and you fell to your knees. Jim shook himself out of a trance you didn't even realize he was under. "What the fuck?" asked, visibly shaken.

"He's a vampire," was the only answer Jim had for you as you studied the beautiful face of the stranger.

"I reiterate. What the fuck."

[believerindaydreams]

the one that happens after the Baker one

"We're going to be okay," Tuco promises Angel Eyes, as he shuts and locks the broom cupboard. Wishes he had a name to call the man, that wouldn't sound so stupid to say aloud in public.

(trigger warnings: in which various racist comments are made, and Tuco is bratty and unwoke on the subject of feminism.)

He ought to have known better than taking Angel to such a questionable joint- but a part of him had already been itching to get back to a place like this, sizzling neon lights and watered beer, girls who'll spit in your eye once they notice who you're with and why. Living at the hacienda's so safe. And Angel had been the one to suggest it.

"Blondie told me stories. But countrified, prettied up for my benefit-" this with a sardonic look in his eye, the one Tuco used to think was bitter but has since decided is Angel's idea of humour. "I wouldn't mind getting a notion of what the scene looks like to you."

"You promise not to talk too much?" Anybody else, he'd be on pins and needles, ready to cringe at an overplayed hand (it's different for him, that's the whole shtick). But by now they've gotten to know each other; Tuco has a rather definite idea that if he told Angel to shut up, he'd actually shut up. At least in this particular context.

"Easily done. Lay out any ground rules that make sense to you."

Simple as that, eh? "If I say we leave, we go and no argument. Let me take the lead unless some damn cowboy decides that beating me to a pulp sounds like a fun Friday night out, then you do whatever makes sense. Even if that's just leaving, I don't want to look after somebody in a fight when they don't want to be there. And since it's your idea," Tuco had said, drawing just enough irony into his voice- "I'll let you stake us out for it."

"Fine," Angel had said. Before adding, "Anything you win, keep for yourself."

Now that's where the trouble had come in.

Being so broke they'd started dipping into the stake for tequila money, that had not been a good state of affairs. Not that the best room and board he's had since leaving Brooklyn is anything to sneeze at- who's he kidding, the hacienda's way better than that rusty tenement. But there hasn't been a word about the green stuff since meeting Angel, and while that's strangely reassuring, it also worries him what'll happen if the bubble bursts. (How the hell is Blondie managing alone, with only half their cash? Maybe his partner will come back when he gets hungry enough).

Tuco knows better than to stare and lick his lips, watching Angel count out enough money to keep him and his partner for months- but the notion crosses his mind, to just grab the cash and run. Not gonna happen. It's a bank, and there's such a thing as cops, and he could confidently set his life expectancy at three days pus or minus a couple, after a play like that. Doesn't stop him thinking about it. It's a free country.

"We're not doing the hustle, obviously," he explains once they're on the street. "I only do it with Blondie, and anyway we'd have to split up for that. And I'm not dressed for it."

In lieu of his usual eye-catching gear, he's plumped for the skirt-chasing outfit: khaki pants and matching drip-dry jacket and a shirt with just two colours in it, something Angel's been giving him weird looks for ever since they left the house. It's slightly uncomfortable, wearing it for a night like this. Somebody who looks too crazy to fuck doesn't have to worry about anybody trying. Not like Blondie, fending off the offers with a stick whenever people notice he's pretty.

(In a way he's always been jealous of that. But also, it'd just be another problem, make him more vulnerable than he is already, and he'd just as soon give that a miss.)

"Then what did you dress for?" Angel asks.

"A few drinks, a few hands of poker, nothing too messy- I guess you're not looking for a girl at the end of the night, huh? So we won't do this by the book."

"Certain companionship wouldn't necessarily go amiss," Angel Eyes says, taking him by the hand. Thin white gloves for a change, suitable for cardplay, and he's guessed that someone must be getting fairly horny in his partner's absence, but this is almost comical. By Angel's usual standards, they’re practically fucking in the street. He should have gone with that blue-toned Hawaiian shirt after all.

Then again, Baker finally getting the hint and going yesterday means that he's fresh out of options again. And deprivation always gives him an appetite.

"...see how the night goes," Tuco mutters, in a deniable fashion; and then takes his hand away because there are about fifteen good reasons for them not to be seen like this. "And we'll have a few drinks, like I said."

"I don't often drink in public," Angel Eyes says. There's a vibe of transgression there, that he would expect, but maybe not with that much wryness to it. As though it's a private joke instead of a statement of fact.

"Why, you want people to think you're on the wagon?" Plenty of good reasons for that. He's done it himself with girls a couple times, if he hasn't ordered yet and it looks like that'll impress them. "I know you're not a teetotaler, with all the red wine that goes into your soups."

"Believe it or not, the way I cook them burns the alcohol content off. There's no risk of intoxication from my venison stew, I can assure you."

"Oh. That's a little disappointing, I thought it made it more fun...well, if you don't want to, you don't want to. I can fix you up, there's a couple tricks so nobody will know the difference."

"Just the one...shouldn't hurt. No."

Cue a sudden warmth washing through his gut. The tense, attractive quality of that rueful craving- somebody who knows better, not even trying to resist temptation- that doesn't sound like buttoned-up Angel Eyes one little bit, that sounds like him. Or somebody who's been listening to him an awful lot, the last couple months.

Skirt-chasing gear, yes. The clothes he wants other people to see him in, when he wants to fuck them. Damn his instincts.

And damn you too, Blondie. I hope you get back soon...

Which had been the last thought he'd spared for his partner that whole evening, two bars and three nightclubs and a few hands of poker. That he thinks had gone a little better than usual, without having to juggle the hustle and betting and trying not to drool over Blondie looking zesty, although Angel Eyes proves more of a distraction there than he'd like to think. Angel’s certainly never going to cut it as a cardsharp; he’d easily been the weakest player during that Carson foursome, and calling his playing tonight desultory might be kind. Too busy staring at the room, like a wet-behind-the-ears tourist. 

Him ordering the expensive mixed drinks, the ones he'd never had the money to risk trying before. Angel had held off for a while, until they'd accidentally landed up somewhere halfway clean, with a bartender willing to open a new bottle of whisky on request, and had downed the shot in one.

That had been a good two hours ago, but if Angel's not drunk enough to be desperate now, Tuco's at a loss for what's wrong with the man. The moment there’d been a crash on the door downstairs,  Angel had grabbed him and made for an exit as though he’d be rehearsing. 

"Look, these police raids happen all the time. They round you up, you're in the slammer for a night, all a man like you has to do is pay bail and get out." He glances at the door again. Sooner or later somebody's going to look in here and then they're going to be in for it.

"I am not going to let anyone take me anywhere," Angel says, flipping a gun out from somewhere under his coat. No doubt it's loaded. Tuco's positive he knows how to use it.

"You said you'd listen to me, huh? You gonna break a promise? Right now it's just a raid. The cops shove some people around a bit, somebody gets beaten up, they'll survive that. You start shooting, they start shooting, people end up dead. And I'm the kind of guy who's ready made for a target."

"If I have to, I'll use it," Angel says stubbornly; but he shoves the gun in his pocket, and actions always matter more with him. "I can't afford a run-in like that."

"Okay. I said to trust me, I'll get you out of this."

His mind's been working on it, while his mouth's been busy; there's shelves of cleaning products, buckets, a mop cart. Too bad he didn't bring his Duluth- damn it, this is exactly what's wrong with wearing something too stylish to pair with a canoe pack. "You see any rubbing alcohol?"

Wordlessly, Angel takes a bottle down from a high shelf, wraps his fingers around it when they won't cooperate. It occurs to Tuco he might be drunker than he realised.

But the basic idea's solid, he just has to make it work. "Now- um. We take everything off the cart, put it back on the shelf, you hide inside under the tablecloths. Pour some alcohol on me, I'm going to be drunk."

"You are drunk."

"I know, I want to look it. Make me messy."

There's something much too sexy and familiar at once, about the way Angel Eyes almost chokes in disbelief- Blondie ought to know better but still does the same thing, when he's caught off guard. There's something even worse about how fast Angel intuits what he wants, mussing up his hair but good and trickling alcohol down his shirt and adding an artistic scruff of dust to his collar. Fuck it, he's getting a hard-on like nobody's business. Tight pants too, that's not going to help.

"If I were a janitor," Tuco says, with what he's aware is a slightly exaggerated dignity. 

Glances around, paws hopefully at the ventilation duct. Out comes- yes! a beat-up but serviceable edition of Playboy, two of them in fact, and it's not quite what he had in mind but maybe the detail will sell it even better. "Now Angel, you hide yourself in the cart, and for the love of- of somebody or other, don't sneeze."

"You're sure you know what you're doing."

"I better be sure, or with a trigger-happy idiot like you I'm dead. Get movin'," and the last sentence sort of slurs into a yawn, but Angel must get the idea because he disappears from sight.

Now all he has left to do is dab on alcohol like a 'specally good cologne, arrange the magazines in a convincing position and fall asleep on top of the cart, his legs dangling down. Easy.

So easy, in fact, that the next thing he knows is a click of a door unlocking. He snuffles noisily, inches his position slightly so his face lies against the cart's hard plastic; it's easier to fake sleep that way. His breathing's nice and loud when the door opens.

"Hey, you. You work here?"

He keeps snuffling away, happily enough. Two cops, maybe? Not more than that but there must be more around within earshot.

"I guess this idiot's been snoring his way through the whole raid. Stole a magazine to look at the dirty pictures- well, he probably can't read."

"Lusting after them white women," somebody else says, in a mock high-pitched tone. "All right, get him cuffed and bring him down to the station, we're done here."

"Fine. Wake up, you-" at least he's not being handled too harshly, the cop doesn't seem to want to touch him. He sits up after a bare minimum of shoving.

"What's your name, bud?"

"Janitor! Janitor- comprehende? Americano," Tuco says with considerable eagerness, and offers up his stupidest smile. It's one he's practiced in mirrors. "No speaka English."

"Oh christ, you're one of those...."

They take him out to a squad car, him blathering cheerful Spanish for every step; shove him inside. Could be worse, Tuco figures; he's done Angel Eyes enough of a favour that he can probably count on a bailout. He listens to the engine start up with no small satisfaction.

He's just settling against the seat to recommence that nap, when a familiar voice pipes up.

"All right. If you're here, where's Angel?"

"Baker?"

"One and the same. Now think about that question very carefully, because if you don't have an answer by the time I round this corner, you won't live long enough to worry about getting arrested."

"Back inside," Tuco says immediately. "I left him in a broom cupboard."

"Right. We're going back to get him."

"...so, you were a cop all along?"

"Good lord, no," Baker says. "I'm only borrowing this squad car. We'll use mine for the real escape."

The fact that they get away with the operation scot-free says more about the damn improbability of anyone stealing a police car and then giving it back inside of two minutes than Baker's street smarts, Tuco figures.

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"You were following me," Angel says, once they're back at the house. He looks dead on his feet and Tuco doesn't blame him. "Baker, if you ever do anything like that again, I will-"

"You'll what?" Baker asks, in a jaunty, top-of-the-world fashion. His enthusiasm fades at Angel's frozen glare; Tuco finds himself watching the interplay with genuine curiosity.

Angel turns his head, glances at him. "I will never go on a hunting trip with you again. Ever. Understood?"

"Angel, you wouldn't- would he?"

Now they're both staring at him. "Yes. I think he would," Tuco says.

"Okay, okay! I promise. But you have to admit, I came in handy."

"You were not, and I don't owe you a damned thing. You're needlessly theatrical, it's going to get you killed one of these days, and as for Tuco, my partner and I had it under control."

(He doesn't like the notion, that he might be claimed as anyone else's partner; but he does enjoy the way the words make Baker droop in his tracks.)

"...understood."

"Good," Angel says, casually wiping his knife clean on the cuff of his shirt. "Now go away. Don’t call me, I’ll call you."

"I still say you need a better bodyguard."

"I'll take your opinion under advisement."

"You really are awfully happy together, eh?" Baker asks. "Well. I guess I'd better just go and tell that sweet Blondie he ought to take up with me, since it looks like you two won't be needing him any time soon..."

Tuco eyes Angel; Angel eyes him back.

Baker's bluffing.

He doesn't know what brought Angel to that conclusion, but to him it's obvious enough- Blondie's pushing up their value a little, reminding Angel the two of them have other options. They know each other well enough to trust the other's play, even at a remove.

It's a smart thing his partner's doing, a good move. Maybe he wouldn't have thought so this morning, but that'd been before realising he was still this desperate, that the mere chance to grab a little hard cash had made him stupid enough to stick around in a place long after his instincts had told him to leave. If they'd been smart and kept moving, they never would have been at risk in that raid in the first place.

Then again, he wouldn't have found out that Angel is a gun-happy maniac, and that's worth knowing. And Blondie's coming back. He's bound to.

"Give him my best regards," Angel Eyes says, languidly. "He's welcome to a bowl of soup here whenever he likes."

Tuco opens his mouth. Shuts it again. Years of habit are strong; they don't tell people they're partners, or the whole hustle doesn't work...so he'd better not say anything. Blondie's the one who's always the most worried about secrecy, anyway.

"I'll let him know," Baker says.

He looks rather hurt when he goes.

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"Here, you'd better take this back," Tuco says at dinner, pulling the remains of Angel's stake from his pocket. So much for turning a profit; he'd blown through it rather freely, what with drinks and tips and prairie oysters.

"You might keep it for next time," Angel says, in a distinctly abstracted way. Twice already, he's dipped the spoon into his coffee cup instead of his soup bowl, sipped it without apparently noticing the change in flavour. 

"No, no." If this is the way Blondie wants to play it, this is the way they'll play it.

Though it proves an awfully hard thing, to sleep alone that night.