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you hate sunghoon.

he's playful, he's mean, and he doesn't know when his crude jokes push too far.

you hate it all, but something you hate even more is the fact that it never fails to get blood rushing to your cheeks. every playful threat, every dirty promise he whispered to you brought fires alight in your body.

"can you shut up? it's your fault we're here." you groan, kicking his leg. "and go sit somewhere else."

"i wanna sit beside you, though." he hummed, the lovestruck stare he gave you making you shift a little in discomfort.

you make a move to cross your leg over one another and his eyes shamelessly drop down to the soft skin of your upper thigh that peeked out, tongue darting out his mouth to wet his lips. "i'd honestly prefer if we could be locked somewhere more private but—"

you interrupt him with a fist to the desk, making the surface shake.

sunghoon pauses and raises both palms to the air, a corner of his mouth curling into a lazy smirk. "woah. angry already? it usually takes a little more to get you riled up."

you sigh, having had enough of his teasing today. "why do you do that, sunghoon?"

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. "do what, exactly?"

"why do you s–say things like that?" you frown. "you can't say things like that unless..."

"unless what?"

"unless you like the person..." you grumble underneath your breath and huff, shifting further away from the boy. "go do that to someone you can actually fool."

sunghoon's smirk blanks into a deadpan, something sharper replacing the playfulness in his eyes. "come on, doll. you're either dumb, or a fucking prude if you still don't get it."

he doesn't know why you can't get the fucking hint— rather, hints.

he's given you a lot of them.

at first, he tried to be nice about it. he threw casual compliments your way, smoothly interjecting nice things in between conversations.

"oh, you're wearing blue? hold on, i'll match with you."

"you smell so good. it's like you're trying to make me like you even more."

"i like being around you, you know that?"

you laughed and assumed it was just sunghoon's way of being friendly.

so when that didn't work, he tried teasing you instead. nothing hurtful, just mildly annoying things. he thought that would get to you.

instead, you just ignored him, leaving him with no other choice than to escalate his confessions into something more direct— something more sexual. perhaps those would get his point across.

"d'you wear that skirt for me? it's nice and all, but you'd look better without it."

"give your lollipop a break, doll. i know something else that could keep your pretty little mouth occupied."

he's been trying to let you know, in all ways available to him, but you tuned him out and ignored him every single time.

it's annoying, and it frustrated him to no end.

so when your plump, gloss-covered lips jut into a pout at his insult, sunghoon's patience just snaps.

he grabs your arm and pulls you to sit on top of the desk, parting your legs with his own body. you let out a surprised gasp, pushing at his chest. "s–sunghoon— you can't—"

"months. i tried to let you know for fucking months." he growled, the sharp tip nose brushing against your neck as he squeezed on your hips. encouraged by the soft moan you let out, he finally presses his lips on your neck, growling profanities in between nips and bites.

"i— mmh.. i– i don't—"

"don't what, baby? still don't get it?" he breathed against your neck, licking a wet line from your pulse point to the shell of your ear.

"please— hoon, please." you whimper as he presses his fingers on your inner thighs, back arching and pressing your chest further into his. you didn't know what you were begging for, but more pleas tumbled out of your mouth anyway.

sunghoon's teeth grazed your earlobe, voice gravelly as he whispered. "what'll make you understand, huh? i said it as a joke. i even told you i liked you outright, and yet you— fuck." your skin was so soft, and you smelled intoxicating, and the sinful sounds you made was driving him insane. "you still don't fucking get it."

his fingers made quick work of your soaked panties, pushing it aside before dipping his fingers between your folds. sunghoon let out a breathy chuckle. "maybe this will let you know, mm?"

"oh, god." you mewls turn louder as his middle finger presses firm circles on your swollen bud and he shuts you up by claiming your lips in a searing, wet kiss.

"so fucking wet." he growled against your lips. "all for me, yeah?"

"y–yes, hoon! all— all yours. fuck." your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back with fingers tightly gripping on the edges of your desk as two long digits push inside your clenching hole.

sunghoon litters your neck with more marks, whispering quiet praises against the skin. his thumb presses on your clit, adding pressure the swollen bud in addition to his fingers curling inside you, pressing on that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

"fuck, fuck, fuck— it feels so good, sunghoon."

"that's right, baby. say my name." he smirked, leaning back to proudly admire the sight of you panting, eyes rolled back with legs spread wide as if to invite more of him. "so fucking beautiful like this."

sunghoon presses his lips on yours to swallow your noises that were turning louder and louder, mixing with the obscene squelches of your cunt each time he pushed himself knuckles-deep inside. "are you close, doll? mm?"

"yes, y–yes!" you nod fervently, clutching on the sleeve of his moving hand and rocking your hips to meet his hand. "faster, please. w–wanna cum, hoonie. please, please." you babble.

sunghoon cooed, pressing feather-light kisses on your jawline. "okay, sweet girl. don't worry, i'll make you cum."

he adds a third finger, muttering yet another curse under his breath as he watches your tightness take all of it. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, the slight pain of it only adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'm gonna— mmph.." you bit on your lower lip and sunghoon gave you a nod, cradling your warm cheek with gentleness that contrasted the way he finger fucked your sopping cunt.

"let it go, doll. come for me."

his words snip the thread, and your entire body tenses, thighs shaking with a loud, shameless moan of his name.

sunghoon slows down, thumb still attentively rubbing at your clit to prolong your high until you keen from the overstimulation and weakly grab his wrist. "hoon— fuck, enough.. p–please."

he relents, pulling his fingers out of you slowly before flashing you a boyish smile.

small, soft, and oddly genuine.

"good girl. you did so well for me." he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "do you get it now?"

"you have a weird way of confessing, park." you whisper breathlessly, resting your head against his shoulders with a tired dopey smile gracing your lips.

"and yet it's the one that made you understand." he laughed, giving your back a gentle rub before pressing another, firmer kiss to your forehead. "and for the record, i was correct— you are a pretty moaner."

YAN'S NOTES ➤ RAHHHH thank you for the req!! hope this delivered. hehe. i like the casualness of this format tbh! anyway, send more hard thoughts. need to get this brain churning and prepped for the longer hoon fic. 😔

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A/N:this is for all the monster fuckers out there!! /hj there will be some world-building in this and i hope there is as just as much plot like before 🤩 keep in mind this is all fictional and none of this represents the idols in real life. Also any info about the occult/supernatural may not be accurate and some elements here are my own interpretations and/or twists hehe.

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PROLOGUE: and so it begins

PART I: vore?

PART II: nefarious plans

PART III: a full essay? in these trying times?

PART IV: RONALD MCDONALD???

PART V: dumb b*tch allegations

PART VI: so mote it be (written)

PART VII: oh sweet Hecate

PART VIII: SOOBIN ENOUGH

PART IX: look at us

PART X: hoonie my roomie (written)

PART XI: foul creature

PART XII: demon fact(s)!

PART XIII: Kaneki Ken

PART XIV: brocolli kid

PART XV: S.S

PART XVI: not a serial killer

PART XVII: fucking goldfish

PART XVIII: bronies look away

PART XIX: brittle bones

PART XX: Furries.

PART XXI: demon ROOMIE fact(s)!

PART XXII: scooby dooby doo!

PART XXIII: human sacrifice 🙌🏼

PART XXIV: tamed that what?

PART XXV: lesbian lesbianer lesbianest

PART XXVI: fond

PART XXVII: manners maketh man

PART XXVIII: a furry gathering

PART XXIX: Operation S.O.S

PART XXX: see you in the dark night (written)

PART XXXI: and the truth comes spilling out (written)

PART XXXII: blessed or cursed? (written)

PART XXXIII: balls

PART XXXIV: bad daddy behavior

PART XXXV: let me in… LET ME IN!

PART XXXVI: please wrap it up

PART XXXVII: you’re so beautiful (written)

PART XXXVIII: don’t mince the cojones

PART XXXIX: MILFS?

PART XL: Monster Mash

PART XLI: summer what?

PART XLII: Y/N gone wild (not clickbait)

PART XLIII: tumblrina

PART XLIV: Sunghoon’s slow descent to madness

PART XLV: the girls are fighting

PART XLVI: arts and crafts

PART XLVII: something smells 🤥

PART XLVIII: mother (fucker)

PART XLIX: four of crows 🦅

PART L: i found the devil; i found him in a lover (written)

PART LI: mortal peril

PART LII: the twilightifaction of ynhoon

PART LIII: humanoid cephalopod

PART LIV: me & sunoo when

PART LV: i’m srs.

PART LVI: babe wake up!

PART LVII: girl is a gun (written)

PART LVIII: because you’re mine, i walk the line (written)

PART LIX: and when I opened my eyes (written)

PART LX: hold me down forever (written)

PART LXI: vacuum arc

you swallow hard, thumb hovering. the truth is too embarrassing to type: because if you slept over i’d probably combust from how much i like you, and what if you think it’s weird, and what if—

another buzz. this one’s a photo.

your screen fills with jo—shirtless, golden skin glowing under the warm lamp in his bedroom, sheets pooled low around his hips, one arm lazily behind his head. his abs are unfairly defined for someone who claims he “doesn’t even work out that much,” messy black hair falling into his eyes, lips parted like he just woke up (or never went to sleep). the caption in the message bar reads: this is what you’re missing btw

your face burns instantly.

you stare at the photo way longer than you should, heart slamming against your ribs like it’s trying to escape. jo’s never sent you anything like this. ever. he’s always been the quiet one—soft smiles, gentle teasing, the kind of boy that tugs at your shirt to order for him at cafes. but this? this was not like him whatsoever.

jojo ♥︎

[1:55am] the hyungs made me drink [1:55am] i told them everything [1:56am] k said i was acting like a jealous baby [1:56am] nicholas-hyung kept laughing and saying “just confess already you idiot” [1:57am] so here i am. confessing. at 2am. i really like you. i’m sorry for the photo. i feel like an absolute loser for sending that oh my god. [1:58am] but i want to be invited. i want to be the one next to you [1:59am] please

you stare at the last message until the screen dims, your thumb frozen over the keyboard.

the usual jo—the one who blushes cherry-red from his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears and down his neck whenever you’d tease him—is somewhere in there, buried under the soju and the courage. but he still apologized for the thirst trap. still called himself a loser. your heart squeezes so hard it hurts.

you

[2:01am] jojo [2:01am] don’t apologize for the photo… i didn’t hate it [2:02am] i’ve liked you for so long too. since we were fifteen, probably longer [2:03am] that’s exactly why i never invited you [2:03am] i was scared that if you were here, under the same blanket as me, i wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore

the living room at the dorm is hazy with soju bottles and half-eaten ramyeon cups. the hyungs are sprawled everywhere—k on the couch with his legs thrown over the armrest, fuma cross-legged on the floor spinning an empty bottle like it’s still middle school, ej gone to retrieve pizza, nicholas against the wall because smirking like he knows everything. because he does... well that's the last time jo will confide in nicholas regarding his love life.

jo is sitting hunched over his phone on the carpet, knees drawn up, ears burning scarlet. his heart is hammering so hard he can feel it in his throat. the second your messages pop up, he makes this tiny choked sound that’s half wheeze, half squeak.

“fuck—fuck, she replied—”

he shoves the phone toward the group like it’s evidence in court.

nicholas snatches it immediately, eyes scanning. his eyebrows shoot up.

the slap lands square between jo’s shoulder blades, making him jolt forward with a startled “oof!”

nicholas is tipsy, grinning like a fox as he holds the phone high, reading your messages aloud in an exaggerated lovesick voice:

“'i didn’t hate it~’… ‘i’ve liked you since we were fifteen~’… bro. i think she’s been down bad for you longer than you’ve been down bad for her. this is historic.”

jo’s face is nuclear. he tries to snatch the phone back but nicholas dances it out of reach, laughing.

k lets out a loud wheeze, nearly tipping over from how hard he’s cracking up. 

fuma, still lounging on the couch, kicks k’s shoulder with his foot. “you literally called him a jealous baby for three hours straight before he caved.”

jo covers his burning face with both hands, peeking through his fingers. his ears are so red they look like they might glow in the dark. “nicholas, please—stop reading them out loud… “

“you are such a loser,” nicholas teases, but his tone is warm. he finally drops the phone back into jo’s lap and ruffles his messy black hair. “a very lucky loser, though. she just handed you the green light, man. you’ve been pining like a loser for years and she was scared she’d jump you under the blanket? this is gold.”

jo makes a mortified noise and lunges again, finally managing to snatch his phone back. he curls protectively around it, knees pulled tighter to his chest, face buried halfway into his oversized hoodie sleeve. the tips of his ears are glowing crimson.

hands are trembling as he picks up the phone again. he stares at your last messages, the little heart-squeeze feeling in his chest almost too much to handle. a shy, disbelieving smile breaks across his face.

k flops down beside him, slinging an arm around jo’s shoulders and squeezing softly. “stop hiding and text your girl back before she thinks you died. this is your moment, lover boy.”

jo lets out a long, shaky breath and finally opens the chat again. his thumbs hover for a second before he starts typing, cheeks still glowing.

jojo ♥︎

[2:20am] sorry for the wait… the hyungs are being chaotic [2:20am] nicholas called me a loser and fuma is poking my ears [2:21am] but i don’t even care anymore [2:21am] you’ve liked me since we were 15?? that’s…that’s so long. i liked you even before that i think. i was just too scared to say anything

he bites his lip, then adds quickly:

jojo ♥︎

[2:22am] i still can’t believe you weren’t inviting me because you liked me too [2:22am] i thought you just didn’t want me there… it made me so jealous seeing the pics on your story [2:25am] please let me come over [2:25am] i’ll bring snacks or whatever you want [2:25am] i just really really want to be with you tonight

“hyungs… i just begged her to let me come over at 2:30am. i sound so desperate.”

nicholas snorts, lying on the floor beside him. “you are desperate. been desperate for years. it’s cute though.”

fuma kicks jo’s foot lightly. “she’s gonna say yes. just wait.”

jo’s phone buzzes almost right away. he sits up so fast he gets dizzy, snatching it up.

you

[2:26am] jojo you’re so cute it hurts [2:26am] of course you can come over [2:27am] but… are you okay? like actually okay to walk here? you’ve been drinking and it’s late [2:27am] i don’t want you getting in trouble or feeling sick :( [2:28am] also warning… yuma’s here and he’s already smirking at my phone. he’s gonna tease you so bad when you show up lol

k leans over jo’s shoulder, reading the messages. “aww, she’s worried about you. she’s so sweet. i’ll take you to her—hurry reply fast before she changes her mind.”

jo’s cheeks are burning again, but he’s smiling that big, shy, heart-eyed smile. his thumbs fly across the screen.

jojo ♥︎

[2:29am] i’m okay!! promise [2:29am] i only had like… three shots? four? not that much [2:30am] k-hyung said he’ll take me [2:30am] and yeah… i figured yuma would tease me lol [2:31am] but i don’t care. i’ll take all the teasing in the world if it means i get to see you

he pauses, then adds with slightly shaky fingers:

jojo ♥︎

[2:31am] i’ll leave in like 10 minutes [2:32am] can’t wait anymore

k grabs his own jacket and throws an arm around jo’s shoulders. “let’s go get you your girl.”

the living room is a cozy disaster of fluffy blankets, scattered popcorn bowls, and fairy lights strung lazily across the walls. the horror movie is still playing on low volume — no one’s paying attention anymore.

you’re sitting cross-legged in the middle of the blanket fort, phone clutched tightly in your hands, cheeks still warm from jo’s last messages. every time you reread them your stomach does a little flip.

“he’s coming,” you murmur, half to yourself, half to the room.

yuma immediately perks up like a meerkat, a wicked little smirk spreading across his face. he’s been waiting for this moment all night.

“ohhh? he’s actually coming?” yuma says in that sweet, dangerous voice of his. he crawls closer on his knees, peering at your phone screen even though you try to hide it.

“yuma—lay off him when he comes.” maki, who’s been half-dozing against the couch, mumbles.

“lay off him?” yuma repeats sweetly, tilting his head. “maki-ya, i would never. i’m just going to… warmly welcome our dear jojo into the sacred blanket fort. with love. and maybe a few questions about that shirtless photo he sent~”

harua snorts into his blanket. taki is already grinning, whispering something to harua that makes both of them giggle.

you shoot yuma a look. “i’m serious. don’t bully him too hard the second he walks in. he’s probably already dying from embarrassment.”

yuma puts both hands over his heart like he’s been wounded. “me? bully? i’m simply an observer of their romance. a humble narrato if you will. a—”

a soft knock on the door cuts him off mid-sentence.

everyone freezes.

your heart leaps into your throat. you scramble up from the blanket fort, legs a little shaky, while yuma’s eyes light up like a predator spotting prey.

k’s voice comes through the door, low and amused. “special delivery.”

you open the door before yuma can volunteer.

there he is.

jo is standing in the hallway, trying to remian half-hidden behind k’s broad frame despite his height, hood pulled over his hair. his cheeks are flushed deep pink—whether from the cold night air, the soju, or pure nerves, you can’t tell. his ears are glowing red. he’s clutching a plastic bag of convenience store snacks in both hands like a shield.

the second his eyes meet yours, his breath catches visibly. that shy, disbelieving little smile breaks across his face, soft and overwhelmed.

“hi…” he says, voice quiet and a little hoarse. “sorry it’s so late. i…i brought melon bread and those honey butter chips the boys like.”

yuma appears behind you like a ghost, leaning against the doorframe with the biggest, most dangerous grin. before he can even speak, you elbow him in the stomach.

“ow—!” yuma dramatically folds over, clutching his side like you just stabbed him. “betrayal! i’ve been stabbed by the hostess herself!”

he stumbles back two steps, pretending to wheeze, then immediately straightens up with a bright, mischievous grin. “fine, fine~ i’ll behave. for now.”

k chuckles behind jo, patting his shoulder once. “good luck, kid. text me if they bully you too much.” he gives you a small, knowing smile and a little wave before heading back toward the elevator.

jo is still standing in the doorway, looking equal parts relieved and mortified. his ears are impossibly redder after yuma’s dramatic performance. he glances at you with those wide, sparkly eyes, the shy smile returning full force.

“thank you…” he whispers, barely audible.

you gently take his wrist and tug him inside, closing the door behind him. the warmth of the living room wraps around both of you immediately. jo kicks off his shoes quickly, still clutching the snack bag like a lifeline, and lets you pull him straight toward the blanket fort.

the second he sits down beside you—so close that your thighs press together under the big shared blanket—the chaos resumes.

yuma flops down dramatically on your other side, resting his chin in his hands like a gossip queen. “so. jojo. be honest. did you rehearse that shirtless mirror selfie? how many takes? did you do the whole ‘one arm behind the head, sultry gaze’ pose?”

jo makes a tiny strangled sound and hides his entire face in your shoulder, burying himself against you. his voice comes out muffled and embarrassed. “yuma-hyung… please…”

harua and taki are already giggling uncontrollably. maki just shakes his head with a fond grin, passing jo a can of soda. “here. hydrate before you spontaneously combust.”

you reach up and gently tug jo’s hood down a little, brushing his messy black hair back a bit. he peeks up at you, cheeks still blazing, but his expression softens the moment your eyes meet.

“i really did bring the melon bread,” he mumbles, offering the plastic bag like a shy little gift. “and the chips…oh—and some strawberry milk because i know you like it cold.”

your heart feels like it’s going to explode.

yuma fake-cries into a pillow. “he even brought snacks. god—he’s so whipped. this is too cute. i’m emotionally damaged.”

harua and maki roll their eyes, quickly nabbing the chips from the bag.

you ignore yuma completely, and lean in closer to jo, your voice soft just for him.

“i’m really happy you’re here, jo” you whisper. “even with all the teasing.”

jo’s hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers trembling slightly as they intertwine with yours. he squeezes once, then doesn’t let go.

the room slowly settles after another round of laughter.

taki suddenly sits up straight, pointing at the tv with wide eyes. “wait—wait—everyone shut up! this is the best part! the ghost is about to appear—shhh!”

the boys instinctively quiet down (even yuma only makes one last dramatic “hmph” before flopping back into the blankets). the horror movie flickers on, casting soft blue light across the blanket fort. everyone snuggles back in, the chaos finally simmering into comfortable background noise.

you wait until the scene ends and the room is calm again. jo is still glued to your side under the big blanket, your fingers loosely intertwined. his thumb keeps brushing nervous little circles over the back of your hand.

you lean in close to his ear and whisper, “jojo…do you want to help me make more popcorn in the kitchen? i think we’re almost out.” you shake the mostly empty bucket.

jo blinks at you, then nods quickly, ears already turning pink again. “y-yeah. i’ll help.”

you both slip out from under the blanket as quietly as possible. yuma’s head pops up like a prairie dog anyway, but maki yanks him back down with a low “let them breathe, yuma.”

the kitchen is just around the corner—dim, warm, and quiet compared to the living room. the fairy lights from the living room barely reach in, leaving everything in soft shadows.

the second you’re alone, you turn to face him.

jo sets the half-empty popcorn bowl on the counter, then just…stands there, looking at you. his short black hair messy from running his hands through it—a nervous habit. his cheeks and ears are still flushed, eyes shiny and nervous and happy all at once.

“i still can’t believe i’m actually here,” he whispers.

you step closer, gently tugging the front of his hoodie. “i can’t believe it either.”

for a moment you both just breathe the same air, hearts hammering. then jo leans in first—slow, shy, almost hesitant—and presses his lips to yours.

it’s soft. sweet. a little clumsy from nerves and leftover soju courage. his hands hover for half a second before settling lightly on your waist, fingers curling into your hoodie like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. you kiss him back, tilting your head, one hand cupping his burning cheek.

when you pull apart, jo’s eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, completely dazed.

“…wow,” he breathes, voice cracking. a shy, giddy smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

you laugh softly, thumb brushing his cheek. “me too.”

he kisses you again—quicker this time, but still so gentle, like he’s savoring every second. his ears are glowing bright red even in the dim kitchen light.

from the living room, you hear yuma’s muffled but dramatic voice: “if they’re making popcorn, why is the microwave not on yet—?”

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The air in the room was thick with the scent of their colognes, a heavy haze that clung to your skin. You could pick out Yuma’s distinct scent though, he always smelled like camellias in the spring, a stark contrast to the way he could move in between your legs. 

You were tucked perfectly between them—a living, breathing puzzle piece that only felt complete when you were being shared, claimed and thoroughly corrupted by their combined hunger.

You sat on Fuma’s lap, your back pressed firmly against the broad, hard expanse of his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. The friction of his clothes against your skin was a tease, but it was the restrictive hold he had on you that made your breath hitch. 

Fuma had one of his muscular legs hooked firmly between yours, forcing your thighs wide, pinning you wiiide open and vulnerable for Yuma. Were you really going to fight back against that? Of course not. 

After all, you were their good little kitty. 

Nevertheless, you squirmed in Fuma's iron hold, trapped and exposed, utterly at their mercy. You could feel every lick, every nibble as Yuma's tongue mapped out your most intimate places.

"Mmm, our naughty kitty is getting impatient, isn't she?" Fuma growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. He tightened the grip on your neck, pulling you back harder against him. "Such a greedy little thing, always hungry for more."

Yuma chuckled darkly between your legs, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I don't think our kitty is in any position to complain, now is she? Not with my face buried in her pretty cunt."

Fuma’s arm wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough to make you feel completely owned, your throat exposed and your senses swirling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through your spine.

"Look at you, kitty," Fuma murmured, his grip tightening slightly. "So desperate for us,”

The feeling of his arm around your neck was getting you drunker by the second but fuckkk did it feel like heaven, hell and purgatory all at once. You could feel the predatory heat radiating from both of them.

Yuma was a ghost of heat and wetness, his world reduced to velvet darkness under the blindfold on his eyes. Without the guidance of sight, he relied on the tremors of your thighs and the sharp gasps escaping your lips to navigate.

He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that felt supernatural. He knew every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending, tracing the map of your pleasure with a slow, agonizing deliberation. You bucked against him, starved of friction, more of that wicked tongue that was driving you mad.

"You're shaking, kitty," Yuma whispered against your soaking wet folds, his hot breath sending shivers racing up your legs. "I can feel how much you want this. I don't even need to see you to know exactly how to break you."

The combination was overwhelming. The crushing security of Fuma’s hold from behind and the relentless, wet friction of Yuma’s tongue below drove you toward the edge. You whimpered, arching your back into Fuma’s chest, your fingers clawing at the sheets. 

Fuma chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and pressed his cheek against yours, praising you in a voice dripping with affection and dominance. "That's it, pretty girl. Just take it all. Let Yuma eat every single drop of you."

Yuma shifted his angle, suctioning your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a rapid, rhythmic assault. He had two of his beautiful fingers stuck right in along with his tongue, thick and long digits which were dancing their tango inside of you, caressing every spot that he knew hit you like a cannon in the chest. 

"Fuck, look at her soak my fingers," Yuma groaned after long moments of torturous licks. He brought a hand up to your lips, painting them with your own essence. "Taste yourself, little kitty. Taste how fucking sweet you are."

You had no choice but to obey, parting your lips for his probing fingers. You lapped at them like a kitten at a bowl of cream, savoring the musky taste of your own arousal. Your tongue swirled around his skin while Fuma held you tight, both of them basking in the sight of their beautiful, ruined angel.

The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pushing you hurtling towards your climax. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as they drove you relentlessly towards the edge.

"Cum for us, kitty," Fuma demanded, his voice a low growl. "Show us how much you loooove being our plaything."

The tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it back. With a keening cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. 

You gushed all over Yuma's face, soaking him with your release. He just smirked up at you, looking thoroughly debauched.

"Fucking perfect.” He purred, licking his lips.

You collapsed back against Fuma's chest, utterly spent and sated. But you knew this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and your demons had barely begun to play.

The proof? Provided enough when Fuma jutted up into you and the feeling of his hardened cock sent butterflies flying all around you.  

Fuma's lips curled into a wicked smirk against your neck as he continued his rough juts up. "Look at you, coming undone so easily for us," he grunted. "Such a good little kitty, so responsive to our touch."

Yuma moved up your body, smearing your juices across your stomach as he went, “Another round, pretty girl?”  He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the faint hint of his cologne.

“Ours.” Fuma snarled and bucked harder into you, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, “Our kitty, only ours, yeah?” Fuma grabbed your chin, forcing your head back to bare your throat to his teeth.

Yuma’s beautiful black hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze, “Only for our eyes, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

Well….

Taki standing outside the door, peeking in from the cracks, the front of his pants and his hand faintly damp, would certainly have something to say about that. Such a sweet kitty you were, he thought.

He just had to join now, didn’t he?”

fin.

A/N: for my beloved Nika @kwnnies she's probably gonna scream at me in the gc ehehehe. Also need everybody to know Jyuugoya started playing in the middle of writing this and i had a physical reaction to my man's voice in the bridge.

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a/n: this was originally going to be written, but I eventually scrapped that idea and thought it'd be more fun in this format. If this is not your cup of tea, then feel free to click off! I have two written pieces for dream linked on my navigation if you'd like to read something else 💖 but for those who are interested, I hope you'll enjoy this one!

disclaimer: none of this is meant to represent anyone in real life. This is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

PROFILES 1 | PROFILES 2

CHAPTER 1: 👉🏼👌🏼

CHAPTER 2: retirement plan: secured ✅

CHAPTER 3: not livin' la vida loca

CHAPTER 4: it’s the star sign 😎

CHAPTER 5: hoes (respectfully) before bros 🫡

CHAPTER 6: un-kys or wtvr

CHAPTER 7: absolutely no home training

CHAPTER 8: castrated ❎ neutered ✅

CHAPTER 9: bonking > fucking

CHAPTER 10: got my shit rocked (REAL)

CHAPTER 11: young whipper snapper 🎣‼️

CHAPTER 12: 🐓🧱❓

CHAPTER 13: wattpad core

CHAPTER 14: ok disco pang pang 🫨

CHAPTER 15: Congratulations, Manager Lee.

CHAPTER 16 (Interlude): Manager Lee & The Girls™️

CHAPTER 17: Za Woka Genava

CHAPTER 18: KAY-WHY-ESS.

CHAPTER 19: chismosa-virus 🤠

CHAPTER 20: M*rk L**

CHAPTER 21: cross my dick and swear to balls

CHAPTER 22: y/n tunnel vision

CHAPTER 23: one dot.

CHAPTER 24: i was crazy once.

CHAPTER 25: sauce pee shoes

CHAPTER 26: Mark and Y/N? Mark and Y/N.

CHAPTER 27: i love my gf (Mark)

your roommate always had an obsession with you.

whether you tried to keep it as just a friendship or gave up and never stopped his pushy neediness… you never expected to catch feelings eventually.

the back of your head is buried deep into the couch cushion, his hands embracing the curves of your hips.

his teeth nipping at the skin of your small, squishy stomach.

slowly moving down, his lips pressing onto the poking pelvic bone before marking the skin hungrily.

“fuck— i can’t stop...” his voice was cracking from his drunken state.

his hands move to the waistband of your shorts, gently tugging them before swiftly pulling them to your ankles.

your damp panties glistening in his hazy vision. the soft whimpers escaping your lips were fueling the growing tightness of his boxers.

one hand moved to toy with the lace of your panties— the other kneading into your plush thighs, slowly creeping to the deep innermost parts.

his sharp jaw relaxing, the long slim fingers of his right hand now rubbing against the fabric of your panties.

you bite down hard on your lip— trying to muffle any last sane part of you, the moans fighting against your throat, almost choking you.

biting down on your lips until the bitter metallic sting your tongue.

slowly bringing the fingers to his mouth, yuma— spreading the sweet wetness of you on his lips. slowly pushing them into his mouth, savoring every last drop of you on his warm tongue.

his saliva strips like strings before slowly wrapping around his fingers.

a low hum escaping his throat, raspy.

“fuck… you’re so sweet.” his moans are barely voluntary.

his nails dig into your inner thighs, the thin of them nearly cutting the flesh. his heavy breath fanning your core. a soft whimper escape you, cupping your mouth.

his panting grew heavier— eyes darkening, his self-control slowly slipping.

his lips tremble, head buried between your legs— his teeth grazing your thighs, moving to deeply bite into your plush thighs.

“oww— fuck that hurts.” hissing as you fist his short black hair.

a small whimper escapes his feasting teeth.

“i’m sorry, mommy— i can’t help it… you’re so soft. …fuck~”

his tongue hungrily licking the dripping wetness leaking from your pussy.

“you’re so wet… i can’t control it.” a small pout plastered his messily soaked lips.the hungry lips on his face now purple— swelling from his uncontrollable thirst.

his fingers that now were covered in his saliva, make their way past the thin fabric of your panties, gently rubbing the throbbing of your clit.

a sharp whine escaped your lips, tears building from the constant teasing. your hips buck forward. “… god please… i can’t take it…”

a snarky smirk on his face, his fingers continuing to tease your wet folds, gliding back and forth, agonizingly slow. his quiet demeanor almost pissing you off.

in a sudden his two fingers slide into you, pumping in painfully fast, your walls tightening about them.

“oww— fuck!” you howl, your fingers digging deeper into the back of his head, that stupid smirk now dropped.

his free hand moves to tear off your panties, fisting them in his hand, his fingers pumping into the deep soft spot— right where it makes your thighs tremble closed.

his heavy breath roughly panting against your sensitive skin. his nose brushes against your hot clit, making your body fold in pleasure.

his fingers pull out, with one clean pop; his tongue vicious— hungry— uncontrollably smashing onto your pussy.

his two large hands palming your thighs, spreading them far apart. the wood frame of the couch digging into your skull, the soft cushion plush against your back, your hand grasping and pulling his head.

your moans sloppy— his tongue working in soft circles. one hand escaping your thighs— reaching for the black panties, pulling them to him.

his eyes dart to you, staring back at you softly, checking for any discomfort.

his hand drops the panties, now dipping into his tented boxers, gently stroking his shape before pulling it out of the waistband, his hard shape slapping against his stomach, the hard tip dripping long wet lines of pre cum, the veins twitching.

he moans against your clit. he lets in a deep inhale before the squeak escaping his mouth as he exhales, his hands jerking his cock; his hardness painfully unsatisfied.

placing soft kisses against your sensitive bud. his hands jerking— roughly stroking his shaft, he groans a mess, his mouth eating you out like a vicious animal. your back arched against him.

your head thrown back, loud whines, thighs fighting to close, trapping him deeper between them. his lone free hand fighting to pin one down.

his eye stinging, tears running down his cheeks from the overstimulating pleasure, roughly jerking himself— aiming to release on your perfectly laid out black panties, his tongue licking at your entrance, lips kissing your clit, your wetness dripping onto his nose and chin.

he mumbles against your pussy, “fuck.. ngh— fuck i’m so close.” you pull his hair, lips chattering.

“cum for me— cum for me like a good boy.” you purred— words slurred, messy, whined too loud.

his body responds, hips bucking, mouth frantically hungry, the wet sounds of you bringing his climax closer.

he couldn’t pull himself together, whole body was weak. his mouth now glued to you, working like a hungry animal on your sensitive plump pussy. swirling his tongue against your lips.

he could feel the twitching of his aroused cock between his clamped hand, messily with each final stroke— his eyes shuddered.

“fuck— fuck— ngh..” his voice cracking at each thrust— his nose buried deep into your wet pussy.

his loud moans make your walls tighten around the emptiness. his tongue playing with your wetness, parting his plump lips— flicking his tongue on your clit. his hunger never satisfied, his mouth having an unsatiated craving.

the force of biting on your lips— now bloodied and bruised, thighs fighting to close, the softness wrapping around his sweaty head.

his cock twitching— throbbing, his mouth messy on your wet folds.

“fuck— ngh… cum for me like a good boy.” your chest quickly rising and falling, your pants turning into groans. the sensitive skin of your inner thighs cupping his ears.

you felt the knot growing heavy in your stomach, your vision blurring as the stars aligned, nearly feeling yourself pass out before you snapped back into reality.

your hips jerking onto his face, the sudden gush of your arousal covering his face, the liquid dripping from his nose, his tongue savoring every last drop, slowly cleaning your messy folds; in a way that only made the experience more euphoric and overstimulating at the same time.

as his tongue worked to clean your slit, his own cock twitched one last time before his thick streams of white cum covered your panties.

yuma’s body collapses into you. vision blurry, eyes glued shut as his hand loosen around his twitching cock.

the moans of his fill you, head buried in between your legs like a bookmark. hips jerking, the hand on your thigh now losing its strength. softly he cry’s a whimpering.

his soft pants slowly die down as he catches his breath, his jaw still half open, the swollen plump lips of his mouth covered in your cum now glisten in the dim lights of your shared apartment.

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