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ᯓ★ summary: all you wanted to do then was get into the university of your dreams, graduate, and then worry about the rest for later. what neither you and your fox ever expected was to sign yourselves up for a crazy adventure of a lifetime. one that you certainly don’t regret, even if it had quite a spoiled start. but you went through a lot to get where you are now and there’s not much you would have done anything differently.
〔 content: 9/??? 〕
〔 status: ongoing 〕
〔 taglist status: open 〕
◟ .✦ ݁˖ genre : shifter au (a/b/o themes + references), fantasy, adventure, romance, slight angst, fluff
◟ ⋆⟢ # series word count : tba...
⬩➤ 「 warning 」 ᝰ. poly relationship, contains multiple tropes (soulmates/miscommunication/forced proximity? trope), use of magical elements, complicated family issues + drama, eventual description of graphic violence, and not proofread (more to be added later on)
〔 special mentions – ateez (ot8), enhypen (heeseung) 〕
⚠︎ DISCLAIMER : THIS IS PURELY FICTION AND IT SHOULD STAY THAT WAY! THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IN NOT MEANT TO REFLECT ON THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN ANY FORM!
By the time you and Hyunjin make it to the dining hall, a large crowd of people can be seen leisurely leaving. You and him stood by the front steps, waiting till you were given the opportunity to use one of the unused doors. Hyunjin went ahead of you, pulling the door open for you to enter.
“Ladies first.” He warmly advised, waving his hand towards the inside.
“Thank you.”
You walked in with him following.
There were still a lot of people inside, but not as many as you’d expect to see during the hectic lunch and dinner rushes.
While you two stood close to the exit, Hyunjin started scanning around into the sea of tables up ahead till he spotted his group of friends seated at a table near the center.
“Found them?” You asked.
“Yup, they’re right there!” He cheered, pointing right at them.
On your way here, he couldn’t help himself than to tell you all about them. He spoke very animatedly and excitedly, from telling you their names, describing their personalities, what majors they are in, just each and every detail that came to mind. Although, he did warn you– just out of being anxious– that they are a rowdy bunch and can be a little overwhelming when it comes to meeting new people.
You thought nothing of it, “I’m okay with that.”
“I sure hope so…” He sighs playfully.
At least, that’s what you would have liked to believe until you actually met his group.
To say that Hyunjin was right about meeting them can be a little overwhelming…well, that’s an understatement. It was terrifying. Even before you walked anywhere near his friend’s table, you could hear their voices boom out like speakers.
“Yah! Kim Seungmin! Give me my soda back!”
“Sorry, you snooze, you lose!”
“You guys quiet down!”
“Sure, as if you aren’t being loud too.”
“Hey!”
“Quiet down!”
“Now look, Minho-hyung is mad at me now!”
“Stop whining.”
“Make me!”
“Enough!”
“You weren’t kidding…” You nervously chuckled.
“Yup, this is my group.” Hyunjin nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “Now come on, I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Okay…”
“Guys?” Hyunjin said.
No one listened.
So he walks closer.
“Guys?!”
Same response.
“Yah! Guys!”
They stopped screaming and you swear, the silence is worse.
Their gazes turned sharp and scary.
But instead of yelling back at him, their gazes fall onto you.
Now, you found yourself only standing a few feet away.
The five strangers' gazes remain resolute.
Five entirely new gazes.
What do we do?!
Six new scents that filled the air, all mixed really well together.
And then… there it was again.
That strange sensation you’ve been feeling since the day you started attending this university, since you met Felix and Hyunjin.
W-What?!
WHY?!
Hurt!
Only this time, the feeling grew stronger, too much for you to bear.
H-Help…
The intensity was unreal.
It had a tight grip on your heart and it didn’t stop squeezing around it either.
Breathing became difficult.
Your vision started getting blurry.
The sounds around you turned muddled.
You froze on the spot.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Hyunjin nervously asked, picking up your distress scent.
“I-I just… ummm…” You swallowed what little saliva you had in your mouth into your dry throat. “I need a moment. Sorry, excuse me.”
You gave him an anxious smile, taking a few steps back away from him, from them, before walking away to the direction of the women’s bathroom– somewhere quieter and private. You slammed the door open, quickly stepping in with a bit of a struggle as your hands clutched onto the white porcelain bowl of one of the lined up sinks. Thankfully no one else was in the bathroom right now. You harshly held onto the sink, leaning forward as you tried to calm down. Your entire upper body is being supported by the sink as your hot breath creates a small circular fog on the mirror.
“W-What’s happening to me?” You took in a deep breath then out. “Why do I feel like this?”
Them… it’s them.
“H-Huh? What about them? Seriously, this is no time for riddles. Did they cause me to feel like this?” You mumbled demandingly to your fox.
Pack. Our pack.
“What does that even mean?”
Go back to them…
“What?! No… n-not yet.”
Your head is spinning just thinking about it.
“No… no, I need to stay here for a few more minutes…”
You decided to stay in there a little longer, for the sake of keeping yourself composed while also worrying about your abrupt leave from Hyunjin and his group, wondering how awkward things will get.
MEANWHILE BACK IN THE DINING HALL
After you leave for the bathroom, the group finds themselves in a long, astonished, withdrawn pause.
“D-Did you guys feel that too or am I going crazy?” Jisung stuttered out, being the first to speak up out of the entire group.
He looked side to side at the others while he felt his hand tremble as he brought the glass of cold water to his lips.
“Hyunjin, did you–?” Chan asked, stopping the middle of his question.
“Sure did. I knew it was her. I immediately felt it when I met her gaze, back at the greenhouse. It was… just pure magic.” Hyunjin proudly chimed out.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening!” Jisung uttered, taking another big sip from his glass.
“Calm down, Jisung. I don’t want you to choke.” Minho advised, knowing fully well his words will have little to no effect in the state that his packmate is in.
“I can’t believe we finally found her.” Chan happily mutters to himself, feeling an indescribable sense of joy that he’s never felt in his life, up until now. “We found her.”
“Or more like, she found us.” Hyunjin said.
“But?” Seungmin interjected, wanting to rationalize this situation better, finding it a little too out of the blue. “How can we be certain that it’s her?”
No one at the table said anything right away.
“Seungmin, how can you say that?” Jisung questioned, without looking at him.
“It is her. You know damn well, just like the rest of us, that it’s her.” Changbin argued, sitting across the table while glaring at Seungmin. “Why else would our wolves react this way? They felt it too.”
“Changbin.” Chan said sharply.
“What? You know what I’m saying is true.” Changbin sighs out frustratedly.
There’s no counter argument made towards Changbin, because there is none.
It’s the truth.
If all their wolves reacted, which they have, then it’s a miraculous stroke of luck that they finally met you.
“Changbin’s right. The bond has been formed.” Chan speaks up after a dry cough. “But… whether she accepts it or not is up to her.”
That wasn’t something any of them wanted to hear, especially Jisung.
“B-But… what if she doesn’t, wouldn’t that mean–?” Jisung whispered, scared to finish that sentence or think about the outcome any further as if that possibility might come to fruition.
“We don’t know that yet!” Changbin snapped, putting more bite into his words than he intended. “...Sorry, Jisung.”
“N-No, it’s okay Hyung. I get it…” Jisung whispered, looking down at his lap.
“Yah–!” Minho was about to snap, only to be cut off by Chan.
“Enough! All of you calm down!” Chan shouted, getting the attention of people who sat nearby them.
“Jeez.” Seungmin groaned, tapping his index finger onto the table.
“For now… let’s just get to know her.” Chan struggled to find the right words, let alone get his thoughts together. “Can we all agree on that at least?”
Minho scoffs amusingly, “What do you suppose we do after we get to know her? Ever consider that Chan?”
Chan said nothing.
Minho had his arms crossed over his chest with a questioning eyebrow raised. “Well? Tell her straight up that she’s our soulmate and then have everything we built up go to waste?”
Jisung shivered at that thought, “No…” He shook his head.
“He’s got a point, Channie-hyung.” Seungmin added.
“That won’t happen… w-we can’t let that happen!” Jisung anxiously exclaimed, feeling his wolf let out a whine.
“Jisung, calm down.” Chan sighed.
“Sorry Hyung.”
“Minho, we don’t know what the future holds. Let’s just go at it one step at a time.”
This earned another amused scoff from his packmate, however unimpressed by this course of action.
“Should we go check up on her?” Jisung asked.
“Oh yeah sure, let’s just all enter the women’s bathroom and hope nothing goes wrong.” Seungmin sarcastically joked as he took a sip of his tea from his metal water bottle.
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
FIVE MINUTES LATER
You’re still hiding in the bathroom.
“Come on Y/N! Get it together! What do you think you’re doing? Don’t be ridiculous! We can’t hide in this bathroom forever! It’s just a major, major coincidence that you felt this way. This doesn’t mean anything… right?” You asked yourself, looking into the mirror to see that you weren’t fooling yourself with such a lie.
Go back…
“I will… just give me a minute to breathe and then I’ll be out.”
You took a deep breath in then back out, repeating this action until you feel your heart slowing down.
“Okay now I will go.”
You stepped out of the bathroom, walking back to their table where Jisung was the first to spot you from that far away.
“Guys look! Look! She’s coming back! Quick, everyone act cool!” Jisung shrieked, resting his head on his han with an unserious, goofy grin stretching cheek to cheek.
Seungmin sighs.
Changbin holds back his laugh into his hand.
Hyunjin shakes his head in disbelief.
“Remind me again why you accepted him into the pack, Chan?” Minho asked teasingly which earned an offended “Hey!” and pout from his pack mate.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say!” Jisung pouted.
“Hey? I’m sorry about leaving earlier. I just had a little hard time breathing.” You said as you stood next to Hyunjin with a thin though shy smile.
“It’s okay. Are you feeling better now?” Chan softly asked.
“A lot better actually. Thanks for asking.” You smiled at him. “My anxiety gets the better of me sometimes. Again sorry about that”
“Hey don’t worry about it.” Changbin joyfully grins at you.
“There’s no need for you to apologize for something you can’t control.” Minho advised.
“But still.” You sighed.
“Ahh I get it. Anxiety is one hell of a monster to fight with.” Jisung casually added, only to find himself frozen, drawn back into nervous mode when he realized how nonchalant he spoke to you. “I-I also have anxiety…”
“So, you guys? Mind if she joins us?” Hyunjin lightly reminded them with an eager smile.
“Not at all! We’d love to have her join us.” Changbin exclaimed, a little too loud next to Minho who is now staring daggers at him.
“Great! Y/N, come sit with me!” Hyunjin said animatedly, taking your hand in his to guide you to the empty spot next to his. “Now let me officially introduce you to everyone.”
“Channie-hyung, this is Y/N.”
“Hello.” Chan kindly smiled.
“Hi.”
“Next to him is Minho.”
“Nice to meet you.” Minho greeted in his own reserved way.
🐊 featuring: {separate}: 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
🐊 tw: yandere themes ⭐︎ non/dubcon ⭐︎ kidnapping ⭐︎ delusions ⭐︎ they’re mean es shii ⭐︎ two faced asl ⭐︎ sadism ⭐︎ masochism ⭐︎ bondage ⭐︎ footjob ⭐︎ spanking ⭐︎ degradation ⭐︎ babytrapping ⭐︎ choking ⭐︎ manhandling ⭐︎ face sitting (m! receiving) ⭐︎ 69 ⭐︎ rimming ⭐︎ feminization ⭐︎ lingerie ⭐︎ collar ⭐︎ humiliation ⭐︎ hair pulling ⭐︎ stockholm syndrome ⭐︎
🐊 an: ah yes, time to feed the twink lovers, wish you luck ♡
🐊 HEIZOU — Knick-knack!
The collar snaps before your eyes finish rolling.
Leather biting sharp into your throat – not tight enough to choke, just cruelly reminding you he already knew you'd try it.
It forces a sharp gasp out of you—one you don't get to finish, because Heizou's already using that strip of leather to drag you right back between his legs.
Knuckles skimming your jaw as he guides your head down, unbothered, like he'd mapped out every move you were going to make before you made them.
One moment you’re glaring.
Next, your mouth is full of him.
His cock slides hot and heavy over your tongue, and the startled glkh!— that bursts out of you only makes his grin sharpen.
"There she is," he says, voice bright and almost clinical. "I gave you three opportunities to stop before it got to this point. You picked this."
You barely manage a sputter before he adjusts the collar again—SNAP!—tightening it to borderline cut off airflow.
His expression doesn't go cold so much as settle — as if he's arrived somewhere he expected to be. You glare up at him on instinct.
Heizou’s eyes lit up like you’d handed him a present.
"Oh, still brave," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip with idle curiosity, like he's noting it down somewhere. "Predictable, but brave. Don't use your teeth, sweetheart. I already know you're thinking about it."
You don’t get to protest.
Before he slams his hips upward, seating himself deeper in your throat so fast your nose hits his skin. His cock nudges a place you're not ready for, your throat seizing around him as your vision spots.
glk!- glkh- glk
Breath stuttering, lashes fluttering as he watches your throat struggle around him.
"T-there it is," he sighs, pleased in that infuriating, already-knew-it way he has. "Much more honest than whatever smart little comment you… were... hah… about to make. I clocked the exact wording, by the way. Would've been a good one."
You dig your nails into his thighs hard, a silent ‘go fuck yourself.’
The sound you make next — a humiliating, involuntary little choke — made you cringe… and him lose composure entirely.
Making Heizou moaned loudly, head tipping back, a low breathless "Ah–!" slipping out before he could catch it, olive eyes fluttering like your defiance knocked something loose in his chest he hadn't accounted for.
First thing he hadn't accounted for.
He stares back down at you, something flickering in his expression — recalculating. Then that grin returns, slower this time. More interested.
"Hm." His thumb drags your lip down, watching the spit string between skin. "You keep doing things I don't predict. Do you know how rare that is?"
Loosening the collar just enough for you to gasp—wrong move. Your pride flares, and you try to snap back, but all that comes out is a vibration against his cock, a choked mmph! that makes his hips jerk.
"Look at you," he says, catching a tear you didn't realize had fallen, holding it on his thumb like it's a clue. "Still fighting. Still dripping. And you think I can't tell which one you're more embarrassed about."
Then he's guiding your head back down—slow, but not merciful—letting his cock drag over every tender inch of your tongue while he keeps watching.
slrp!—mmph!—glk!
He follows the tremor in your thighs like a bloodhound.
Watches them press together, you pretending it's not happening. He clocked the exact moment your hips gave the smallest, traitorous twitch toward him.
"There it is.." quietly, to himself more than you, "You know~," he continues, tilting his head, "I wasn't planning to use more than one hand today. But you're so full of-” Then something warm slides between your knees. “-surprises.”
His foot.
The arch nudges your thighs apart, slow and so casual — like it's the obvious next logical step — exposing your soaked underwear to the cool air.
“Hm?” he coos, voice all faux-gentle mockery. "You're already this wet, and we're barely into the hypothesis."
His thumb traces idle circles on the leather strap. "Your body keeps contradicting itself. That's going to be a problem for you."
You try to shake your head — trembling, furious denial — but the collar stops the motion dead. His foot presses in, slow and deliberate, rubbing just enough friction against your panties to make your breath stutter out through your nose.
"You look furious," Heizou observes, voice soft with something worse than mockery — genuine fascination. "You should see your own face right now. You're trying so hard."
Foot rubbing in that same terrifying precision he puts into everything — deliberate circles right against your soaked panties. The pressure is perfect — teasing your swollen clit through the thin fabric while his cock stays buried deep in your throat.
"Every single time I discipline you," shaft still buried deep in your throat, foot working you toward something you're desperately trying not to give him, "your body does this. I've noted it. I have a very thorough record."
You try to grumble around him, but it only comes out as a wet, vibrating mmph that makes his length twitch on your tongue.
Heizou chuckles, low and delighted.
“Oh? You like that?” His foot moves faster, rubbing firm strokes up and down your dripping slit, toes curling to press right against your clit. “Look at you… trying so badly to glare at me while your pussy’s grinding against my foot like a desperate little whore.”
The combination is too much.
Your moan vibrates wildly around his length as your orgasm crashes through you — humiliating, what's worse is that he doesn't even look surprised.
"Mhm." He watches you shake apart with the quiet satisfaction of someone whose theory was confirmed exactly on schedule. "Right on time."
Not giving you a second to recover, his hips chase his own high with the same focused efficiency he does everything else, collar keeping you exactly where the evidence requires you to be.
With a low, unraveling moan — the least composed sound he's made all night — Heizou buries himself deep and cums.
He holds you through every pulse, breathing hard, that careful control finally fraying at the edges.
When he finally pulls back, thumb smearing across your swollen lip, he looks down at you with something that isn't quite the grin from earlier.
More like the face he makes when he's solved something that actually took effort.
"Good girl." Soft. Sincere, almost. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead — unhurried, like punctuation. "You know what the most interesting part of all of this is?"
Oh god
He tilts your chin up. "You already know exactly why you keep ending up here. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet."
Grinning, eyeing your trembling form. "I'll wait. I'm patient. I already know the answer."
He gives the collar one last gentle tug.
"Knick-knack.~"
🐊 KAZUHA — W.T.F.
“K-KAZUHA WHAT T-THE FUCKKK!—”
Your voice cracks–as he slams into you, deep-deep-deep, the force of it yanking your silk-bound wrists taut against the beam above. The ropes creak as your spine arches.
And Kazuha just watches, amber eyes half-lidded, like he’s admiring the way your body jolts with every thrust.
Fingers cave into your hips, digging past the surface, marking you obsessively. He drives home with a smoothness that shouldn't be this brutal, each roll of his body a new lesson in how much you can endure.
One thrust.
Two.
Counting the hitches in your chest, timing his pace to the exact second your breath fails you.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, voice soft as a lullaby. His hips snap forward—hard—and your gasp catches high in your chest, stuck.
“Is it the bindings?...” His thumb strokes your inner thigh, gently. “Or losing your Vision?”
He says it with a terrifying ease. He’d turned that stolen glass over in his palm earlier, eyes wide and worshiping, before tying you open and filling you.
Your body bounces with every stroke, helpless. “Hahh—!” spills out when he drags you down harder, his grip tightening, fingertips pressing deep enough to leave marks.
The pace picks up—smooth, controlled, relentless—like he’s chasing the sound of your breath shattering.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet smack of skin on skin echoes across the water, obscene.
“Easy…” his breath is a warm ghost against your skin, but his weight is a solid, punishing reality stretching you open. “You keep tightening around me like this—”
A particularly vicious thrust punches the air straight out of your lungs, leaving you hollow. “—I might think you enjoy it.”
“I DON’T—” The words snap out, hot and immediate, but they lose their edge halfway.
Something is failing in the back of your skull. Your thoughts are sluggish, stalling, sinking into a gray fog.
Behind him, the box pulses with a weak, dying rhythm—your Pyro Vision guttering out, its fire turning to ash. You wrench your eyes away because the sight of your own fading ambition is a physical ache.
Kazuha grinds into you, a slow, cruel pressure right where your nerves are rawest, before driving up with a sudden, jarring force.
“Nghh—FUCK—!” It spills out, unbidden. Kazuha just exhales a quiet laugh against your cheek.
You hate the scent of him—cedar and salt air.
Hate the softness of his hair, untouched by the violence of his hips.
Most of all, you hate the memory of the same hand currently bruising your hip, tucking a blanket around your shoulders this morning.
You were something precious then.
Now, you’re just a prize.
The hate is there, but it’s slipping through your fingers, dissolving into the void where your Vision used to be.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a low vibration in your ear as he thrusts deeper. Schlk…schlk…schlk filling you sends a forced heat racing up your spine. “-my songbird is one of a kind~.”
“KAZUHA I SWEAR TO ARCHONS-” But your voice cracks. The fury is a cavernous gap, feeling emptier by the second.
Another brutal snap of his hips makes your back arch, the beam above you groaning under the strain.
“I thought you’d want it like this,” puzzled, a quiet, private observation. He pouts—a look of pure, confused innocence—while his thumb traces a slow, heavy line up your clit. “You said I was always too soft.”
His shaft pulsed a deliberate, agonizing hesitation just to watch you squirm.
“So I figured…” Another thrust, deeper, meaner. “…you’d like it rough.”
You try to muster up the strength to glare holes into him, but you could only whimper in despair at the effects of not having your vision increase.
Kazuha tilts his head slightly, watching the way your wrists strain against the ropes like you’re testing whether the knots might suddenly grow merciful.
“I’m sorry,” voice dropping, quieter. Almost apologetic, “it has to be like this.”
The sorrow in his eyes is real. Genuine.
It changes absolutely nothing about the pace of his hips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as he adjusts his grip — one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your leg higher, spreading you wider.
You can feel it…the hollowness spreads slowly through your limbs like something being gently, methodically unplugged.
"Kaz..." Your voice comes out smaller than you want it to. "Kazuha, you said…hah y-you always said–"
"I know what I said." He says it softly, watching your face with that unbearable attentiveness, like he's memorizing something. "I meant it. Every word."
His hips roll forward, slow and thorough, and the sound that escapes you isn't angry at all. "I still mean it."
"Tch then why–"
"Because–" and here his composure cracks, "you were gunna to leave n' not come back- heh." fingers fondling your nipple, making you arch just perfectly into him as he pumps his thickened inches through every peak.
"And- I found," he continues, breathless now, white hair falling across his face as he drives deeper, "that I believe in your freedom–" thrust "completely–" thrust "except for that."
The boat sways, adding more force to his thrusts.
He chuckles darkly to himself, a tone you've never heard before. He swirls n' swirls his globular tip, the perfect rounded shape to press into your nerves.
And somewhere in the growing heaviness behind your eyes, you're realizing horribly, humiliatingly... that your hips have started moving back to meet him.
Kazuha notices it, his eyes going soft, reaching up to cup your cheek with a gentleness that has absolutely no friggin business being here right now.
"See?" like he's been waiting this whole time to say it. "Isn't this better than leaving?"
You don't answer, you can't tell anymore if the withdrawal is talking or something worse.
He angled slightly – deeper, more deliberate – and your whole body lurches forward with it, the ropes catching you, swinging you right back onto him.
Sloppy sounds fill up the whole cabin until there's no room for anything else. Including your thoughts.
They keep arriving slower now, holding more weight, and you're not sure if you can keep holding onto hate anymore.
Or even remember why you were so upset in the first place.
He feels it immediately – the shift in you. Kazuha has always been terrifyingly good at reading things.
Wind.
Weather...The exact moment you're about to stop denying him.
"Ah-" You gasp- he grinds into your poor, bruised g-spot. "I-i… m’still f-fuckin’ angryy–"
"Of course," kissing up your neck, he inhaled deeply, smiling against you, "You're allowed to be."
"That's not-" A whine punches out of you when he rolls his hips just so. "That's not what I– ngh– t-that's not the point!—"
"Then what is my love?"
And you open your mouth to tell him. You have the answer…you know you do, it was right there a moment ago, something about how wrong this is, something about him taking your vision, something about how this isn't what you wanted.
His shaft drags slowww and thoroughly across that spot inside you, and every single word dissolves.
"Hm~?" Kazuha waits expectantly as the thoughts leave your face, morphing into something that isn't guilt anymore.
"It's alright." He presses a kiss to your temple. "You don't have to say it."
…He's already decided, somewhere in that poetic, completely unwell little heart of his, that this is love. That this is the right thing, that you'll understand eventually.
"Fuhck- ah! Kazu—" hips rolling back to meet him before you even register doing it—He shivers a single tremor moving through that carefully composed body, his breath catching audibly.
His rhythm stutters for just a fraction of a second. And then it happens — the thing he's been holding back since he tied you in the boats for days now.
"Y-you feel—" He stops, then tries again. "You feel so—" he really can't finish it.
Those eyes have gone somewhere glassy and distant — still looking at you, but seeing something past the surface of you, something he's been navigating toward for a very long time-
Both arms wrapping around you, silk ropes and all, folding you into him like something he's been holding in his hands for years and is only now allowing himself to keep.
His cock pulses deep. His breath comes apart completely.
"Don't leave," he moans into your hair, and it’s not a request or a command either. He’s already made up his mind and refuses to be argued with. “Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't—"
Your mouth falls slack, and you bring what little energy you have to bite into your fist as you scream, cumming all over his shaft.
Your walls clenching around him, as a sound slipped out, one you're sure you’ll be embarrassed about later.
Kazuha grunts, a hand jumping to his mouth, trying not to be loud.
Juices connecting you two, losing the careful rhythm entirely, and then he's shuddering against you, spilling deep, face buried in your neck, lips moving against your skin in something that might be your name or might be an unhinged poem or both.
Your vision flickers once behind him…going out.
…
The boat rocks gently in the silence that follows, his arms wrapped around you, holding you softly.
After a long moment, you hear him sigh.
"Im sorry..." A pause. "I just thought this was kinder."
🐊 KINICH — Got his lick back
SMACK!
"AH—!"
The sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoes through the room like a hunter’s whip.
Your cry breaks out raw and humiliating, but Kinich doesn’t give you a second to breathe. His hand stays glued to the stinging flesh, squeezing hard enough to feel the heat bloom under his fingers while his other hand slides between your slick thighs.
“Spread.” Flat. Commanding. No room for argument.
You don’t.
So he forces you anyway — two fingers pushing past your dripping folds, stretching you open with that terrifying precision, curling right against the soft, spongy spot that makes your vision spark white.
The second your hips jerk forward to escape, his fist locks into your hair and yanks you right back onto his lap like a leash.
“Already this wet?” A low, almost thoughtful hum leaves him as he pulls his fingers free.
A thick, glossy string of your slick stretches between your hole and his fingertip, catching the low light.
“Running again… but your pussy keeps begging me to stay.”
You try to snap something back — anything — but he’s already lining up. The flared, swollen head of his cock nudges against your entrance once, twice, then pushes in with one merciless slide that steals every word from your throat.
“F-fuck- Kinich-!”
He bottoms out in one smooth glide, stretching you wide around his thick length until you feel him pressing right against the entrance of your womb.
Buried deep, letting your walls flutter and clench desperately around him while his breath ghosts hot against the back of your neck.
“You keep running,” he says quietly, almost thoughtfully, as he pulls back just enough to slam in again. The wet slap of skin on skin is filthy.
“Every time I tell you to stay. Every time you look at me like you’re already gone.”
SMACK!
Your body jerks hard at the next spank, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
Before you can crawl away, his arm hooks around your waist and hauls you right back down onto his cock, pinning you flat to the slick floor. The woven texture bites into your tits and stomach as he forces you to take every brutal inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls low, the first real crack in that calm tone.
His hips snap forward harder, cockhead smacking mercilessly into your cunt with every precise thrust. “You’re not leaving Natlan. Not again.”
Smooth, deep rolls of his hips that drag his veiny length along every sensitive ridge inside you. Your voice climbs higher, cracking on whimpers you can’t swallow down.
Drool slips from the corner of your mouth onto the floor while your thighs shake violently.
“Kinich-! puhleaseeee- it’s too much—”
“It’s not.” Another punishing thrust. “You can take it. You will.”
His hand snakes underneath you, fingers finding your swollen clit.
He pinches and rolls merciless little circles that have your walls clamping down around his cock like a vice. Your whole body seizes, pussy gushing slick down his length as he keeps fucking you through it.
“Don’t know why- Ngh-,” he rasps against your neck, voice fraying at the edges now, breath coming shorter. “Y’kept leaving me. Why ya- won’t stay put. ”
"Th-that's not— ah— that's not your problem!-"
"You made it my problem." A thrust that punches the air clean out of you. “So I found a solution. Gonna fill this tight little cunt until you’re swollen with my kid. Then you won’t have a choice.”
The words hit you like lightning. Your mind blanks for a second– “Wai-what—”
His cock swirls deep.
Pushing deeeep, his fingers pick up pace on your clit, dragging you toward something you've been denying this whole time, your walls fluttering desperately, your voice climbing so high it cracks—“No!- t-that’s genuinely insane!”
"It isn’t." He held a small, satisfied smile.
"That’s not a solution, that’s literally—fuckkkk!"
But your body betrays you completely, cutting you off. Your walls flutter wildly around him, milking his cock as a devastating orgasm rips through you.
You came hard, screaming into the floor, tears streaming, thighs clamping shut around his hand while your pussy spasms and gushes.
Kinich groans low, the sound raw and animalistic, the first time that perfect hunter composure truly fractures.
His hips stutter once, twice, then he buries himself to the hilt with a sharp snap, pressing so deep you swear you feel him in your throat.
“HNGH!—”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your womb — pulse after heavy pulse, so much and so warm it spills out around his pulsing cock almost instantly, smearing sticky and obscene between your bodies.
Grinding deep through every wave, slow and deliberate, like he’s determined to push every drop as far inside you as physically possible.
His arm stays locked tight around your middle, tattooed bicep flexing against your stomach, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“…Your body thinks it’s a perfect solution,” he breathes against your sweat-damp neck, voice hoarse but still terrifyingly calm. “Stop fighting it.”
You’re still shaking, still fluttering around his spent cock, when the reality crashes back in.
Tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes as you try to twist away from him, voice cracking with raw upset.
“No,” you choke out, voice hoarse and furious even while your pussy keeps weakly clenching around him like it’s trying to keep every drop he just gave you.
“I’m not getting pregnant. I’m not letting you trap me like this— you can’t just- you can’t-”
He doesn’t pull out.
If anything, Kinich sinks a little deeper, grinding the head of his cock against your overfilled cervix like he’s sealing it. His lips brush the shell of your ear, calm as ever, but the grip on your waist tightens possessively.
“You already are,” he stares, almost fondly. “Or you will be. Soon.”
You pushed him off hard, “Like hell–”
.
.
🐊
A month later, the humid air inside the Scions of Canopys midwife’s hut feels too thick to breathe.
You’re sitting on the low mat, knees drawn tight together like that might somehow undo everything, while the older woman hums softly and presses careful fingers along your lower belly.
Nausea still clings to the back of your throat. Your breasts ache. Certain smells make you want to retch.
You already know what she’s going to say.
Your captor behind you like a silent sentinel — arms loosely crossed, green-gold eyes half-lidded but missing nothing.
The midwife finally sits back on her heels, expression unreadable for a long beat.
“Congratulations! You're expecting,” she says, no question in her voice, your stomach dropping.
“It seems you're a month along, oh! The baby is healthy…you would be due…”
As the midwife drones on and on, pointing at the chart, you craned your head to glare at Kinich meeting his expectant gaze.
His expression, for once, was readable, and it only conveyed one thing:
‘You can deny it all you want, you’re stuck.’
🐊 LOHEN — Denial is a river
“LOHEN LET ME DOWN—YOU DONE LOST YO MIND.”
You thrashed wildly, hanging upside down from the thick rope coiled tight around your ankle.
The world swayed in sickening circles, blood rushing straight to your head while your own heartbeat hammered in your ears.
Dignity? Gone. Long gone.
Meanwhile, Lohen was losing his shit.
Full-body, stomach-clenching laughter poured out of him as he bent over, one hand braced on his knee, as if he might actually collapse from how hilarious you were.
Red eyes squinted with pure delight, tears pricking at the corners while he wheezed.
“HA- holy shit!-” He dragged in a gasping breath, still grinning like a maniac. “You really walked straight into that one. Fuck, you’re adorable.~”
He finally straightened up and stalked closer, head tilted as he studied your flushed, upside-down face.
That manic little smile curled slowly and hungrily across his lips, one that promised nothing good.
“You actually thought you could escape me?” he cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Cute. Real cute.”
You glared hard enough to burn holes through him.
Lohen only stepped even closer, until he was right in front of your swaying body.
Two fingers reached out and squished your cheeks together like you were some grumpy little creature he’d caught.
“Look at that face,~” he sang, eyes sparkling with pure unhinged joy.
You jerked your head and sank your teeth into his thumb — hard.
A low, genuine, filthy sound punched straight out of his chest. His eyes fluttered, lashes kissing his cheeks.
You pulled back, staring at him in pure disgust and disbelief.
He stared right back, looking almost surprised at himself for half a second… before that wild grin crawled back onto his face, twice as wide.
“Fuck I think I just came a bit…Do that again.”
This fucking freak
His hand finds your face again - cradles it, almost, which was somehow more unsettling than if he'd gripped it.
Thumb pressing into your cheek while your head kept spinning, and the rope creaked above you.
“You’re turning such a pretty shade.~” voice soft and sweet like poison. “Wow, are ya really that happy I’m touching you?”
“YOU PSYCHOTIC LITTLE—”
“Mhm,” Lohen cut you off smoothly, not even listening. His eyes dragged over you slowly and warmly, completely shameless. “Most people would’ve seen the rope, y’know,” he said, like you weren’t literally hanging upside down from his trap.
“Well, most people aren’t being fucking hunted-”
“Nope.” His thumb traced the line of your jaw, gentle and obsessive all at once.
“Just you… ‘cause iiiii loooove yooouuu.~” He drew the words out in that obnoxious, singsong way that made your skin crawl and your stomach flip at the same time.
You rolled your eyes so hard it made you dizzy.
Lohen hummed, tilting his head as he watched you sway.
That dangerous little smile never left his face while he tapped one finger against his chin like he was thinking.
“Now~” he purred, smirk widening with wicked promise.
“How should we fix that nasty little attitude of yours…?”
Fuck
.
.
🐊
“Cmon what are ya waitingggg forrr?”
You’re straddling him, completely humiliated, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you while he lounges back like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.
Hands tucked lazily behind his head, mint-green hair splayed wild across the grass, that damn beauty mark crinkling as he grins up at you with pure psychotic delight.
You’re not moving.
Not one fucking inch, half out of overstimulation, half out of pure spite.
SMACK!
His palm cracks hard across your ass, the sharp sting making you jerk upward with a broken yelp.
The sudden movement drags your dripping walls along every veiny inch of him, Lohen moaning loud and shameless beneath you, biting his lips like he just tasted heaven.
“There ya gooo~” he coos, voice syrupy sweet with fake innocence. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I fuckin’ hate you—”
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, low and wheezy, eyes sparkling as he tracks every furious twitch on your face. “You gonna move properly, or do I gotta smack that pretty ass red again?”
You barely move.
Slow. Grudging.
The most resentful little roll of your hips that’s ever existed.
Throwing his head back he bursts into loud, unhinged laughter. “HAHAAH— fuck, look at you! So madddd~ So fucking upset and still creaming all over my cock.”
“Are you deadass right now-? Of course I’m mad-!”
“Faster.”
“What—?”
“Faster,” he repeats helpfully, tilting his head with that manic little grin. “You’re going reeeaaally slow, baby. My dick’s getting bored.”
You’re going to kill him.
Fuck it.
You’re going to cum and then kill him.
But your cunt says otherwise, pussy fluttering and sucking greedily around his thick length, no matter how much you glare at him.
Lohen’s eyes darken with hungry delight. He suddenly sits up, arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands, yanking you down flush against his chest.
Shaft grinding deep, bullying right against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision spark white.
“F—fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, that primal edge slipping into his voice. “One more, yeah? Just one more f'me, pretty thing.”
“Lohen, you’ve said that,” You batted your eyes, fighting the pleasure, “-for hours, lemme go!”
“Mmm, doesn’t sound like an answer,” he purrs, rolling his hips up in a filthy, precise way that makes your toes curl. “Doesn’t sound like you’re saying no to me.”
He doesn’t even wait for your reply.
His forearms hook under your thighs, spreading you wide open like a ragdoll as he starts rutting up into you harder.
Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air with every thrust — squelch-squelch-squelch — his cockhead kissing your cervix over and over like he’s trying to knock right through it.
“Hm? Hah- mmph!, seems like someone agrees with me.~” he laughs breathlessly against your ear, nipping at the shell with sharp teeth. “Your pussy’s the one begging for more. Greedy little thing keeps gulping me down like she never wants me to leave.~”
You try to squirm, try to plant your feet and lift off him even a little, but Lohen just tightens his grip and fucks up into you even meaner, bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing.
“Hahhh?? Running again~?” he tuts, voice mockingly sweet. “Nahhh, we still got s’much more rounds to go, baby. Five? Or is it six? I lost count already.”
Your mind was blanking out; you've been doing this for so long, you couldn’t even form coherent sentences. “Fuh- no- mgh- I’m d-done!”
"Your pussy's not done~."
“My- p-puhssy–! Don’t getta vote!” You shatter instantly — eyes rolling back, a broken scream ripping out of you as your sixth orgasm crashes through your exhausted body.
Lohen screams loudly while your walls milk him tight, but he doesn’t stop.
“Ohh-Fuck fuck fuck! Here’s ah!- another one, baby!-” Cumming hard with you, filling you up - he keeps thrusting through your high, chasing every last flutter like a man possessed.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your already overstuffed cunt. Grinding deeper, chasing every last flutter like a man completely possessed.
“Mmm—hah, there it is,~” he moans happily, beauty mark crinkling as he grins against your sweat-slick neck. Mint-green hair sticks to his forehead, messy and wild. “Good girl. That wasn’t for you, though~ That was all for this pretty pussy of mine.”
You’re sobbing now, chest heaving, body twitching uncontrollably in his lap. But Lohen just keeps bouncing you on his still-hard cock, slow and filthy, like he could do this forever.
“And she’s telling me…” he drawls, voice sing-song dropping into something darker, more dangerous, lips brushing your ear, “that you can handle three more.♡”
You flop forward against his chest, boneless and whimpering, barely able to hold yourself up. “A-asshole… h-hate you…”
Lohen’s manic laughter rings in your ear as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, never once letting his cock slip out of your spasming heat.
“Keep fighting it, baby. Keep telling me how much you hate me.” He leans down, eyes glowing with lovesick affection as he starts pounding you into the grass. “Makes my dick so fucking hard when you lie like that.”
You cry out, nails raking down his back as he folds you nearly in half, knees pressed to your chest.
Every thrust is loud, messy, obscene — the constant squelch of his cum being fucked deeper into you, the slap of skin, your broken sobs mixing with his breathless laughter.
“Look at her,” he coos, glancing down between your bodies where his cock disappears into your puffy, cream-filled pussy. “Still sucking me in so hungrily. Seems like she doesn’t wanna let go, does she?”
“Stop- I can’t-!!”
“You can,” he laughs softly, leaning down to bite your bottom lip. “And you will. ‘Cause every time you say you’re done… this cute cunt just begs for more.”
Picking up speed, pounding you into the grass with relentless, mind-melting strokes. Staring straight into your tear-filled eyes, beauty mark crinkling with that same unhinged grin.
“Three more, f’me baby. Then maybe- maybe I’ll let ya rest.~” His hands push your legs up to your head, angling deeper, making your eyes roll.
“Or maybe I’ll just keep going until you forget how to say the word ‘no’ at all.~”
🐊 LYNEY — Hole dirtier than laundry!
You're so sure you're going to fucking suffocate at this rate.
Lyney’s perched on your face like he weighs nothing, knees planted on either side of your head in the middle of his messy bed, sheets already twisted and half-pulled off the mattress.
That skimpy little lingerie set he’d been hiding under his coat all evening still clinging to his slender frame—purple lace stretched taut over his flushed cock, the thin strap of the thong shoved to the side so his pretty, leaking hole could sit right against your mouth.
The fabric’s soaked through already and so is he.
He’d wanted this for weeks.
The filthy thought had lived rent-free in that pretty head of his ever since the first time you turned your face away from his goodnight kiss.
Then again, when you shoved his hand off your waist.
Then again, when you told him to “fuck off” like it was nothing.
Every denial made it worse.
He got nervous—actually nervous—thinking you’d hate it.
That you’d push him off and call him disgusting for wanting something so selfish, so greedy.
But tonight you’d denied him one too many times, pushed him away with that same cold little glare, and this was the perfect excuse.
Discipline
Clean. Simple.
He could finally do it and blame you for making him snap.
Except he's the one losing his breath — soft, shaky exhales spilling from those painted lips every time your tongue brushes against his rim. That carefully constructed composure dissolves, piece by piece, every time you move beneath him.
“Mmmh—!” He grinds down harder, your hands flailing against his thighs, nails digging into lace and soft skin. “Cat got your tongue, mon amour~?”
His voice is all theatrical breathiness, that signature charm cracking at the edges.
Shifting his weight just enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath, only to sink back down again — ass firmly planted on your face, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles.
The wet heat of his hole drags over your lips, your tongue, smearing slick and lube everywhere.
The sound Lyney makes when you're forced to lick him is loud enough that the entire wing's probably filing a noise complaint right now.
Ash-blond hair with that tiny braid falls messily around his face, violet eyes fluttering shut, cat-like pupils blown wide.
“F-fuck… just like- that!—ngh!”
His slender fingers fist the sheets above your head, hips twitching every time your tongue pushes inside.
“D-didn’t think you’d be so… eager to clean me up after all those- ah! Nasty words you threw at me this week. You sure you didn’t want this?~”
He laughs breathless, a little unhinged—and the sound melts into another whimper when you suck on his rim trying to get air.
The lingerie thong keeps slipping back into place, and he has to keep tugging it aside with shaky fingers, the lace now completely drenched.
"Haah — look at you. Flailing around.~" Another slow grind, deliberate and mean, his cock twitching hard against the lace as it leaks onto his stomach. "But you're not pushing me off, are you? No… you're licking deeper. Mmph!~."
You thrash hard, punching at his thighs, trying to get this sick man off your face. He either mistakes it for enthusiasm or simply doesn't care — the effect is the same.
His thighs shake harder, athletic muscles flexing as he rides your tongue with more urgency. That guarded side is completely gone.
Replaced by something rawer.
The need to be wanted so badly that it overrides everything else.
"Keep going, mon amour," he pants, voice pitching higher, "because if you stop — hngh — I swear I'll sit here until morning. Until you forget every nasty word you said to me… and only remember this."
His fingers thread into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your face exactly where he wants it.
Not until he’s satisfied. Not until you’re his again—completely.
He can feel it building — hot, coiling, dangerous. And he refuses to finish like this, not when he hasn't taken everything.
With a shaky laugh that doesn't quite hide the edge beneath it, Lyney finally lifts off your face — justttt enough for you to drag in a ragged breath, spit and slick smeared across your lips.
Lungs burning as you try to speak—“Lyney, wait—” and before you can get a single word out-
His cock impales your mouth in one smooth thrust—thick, leaking, stretching your lips wide around the base of his shaft.
You choke instantly, eyes watering, the sudden fullness reducing every word you had to a wet gluck-gluck-gluck.
His thighs lock firmly beside your head. "Mmmph — there we go." He rocks into your throat with shallow, greedy thrusts, voice dropping as his face disappears between your thighs. "That's it. Let me feel how sorry you are."
Leaning down his tongue is immediate and merciless — lapping, sucking, flicking over your clit with a precision that feels almost unfair.
One hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise. The other presses flat against your stomach, pinning you exactly where he wants you.
You push at his hips, a muffled protest vibrating around his length — he just rolls deeper, unhurried, his cock fucks your mouth in the same rhythm.
The room echoes with the wet sounds of him thrusting into your throat, mixed with the slurps of his mouth on your cunt.
"Don't- fight it, mon amour," he groans against your spreaded folds, the words vibrating straight into your core. "You don't get to push me away anymore. Not after all those mean words."
He sucks hard on your clit, hips stuttering as he holds back his own orgasm. "Not after telling me to leave like I'm nothing."
The lace thong is still tangled around his balls, rubbing against the bridge of your nose with every shallow thrust. His tongue curls, teasing your entrance before plunging inside—matching the way his cock bullies the back of your throat.
Your moans of reluctant protest are drowned out by his cock, completely overstimulated by how much of him you're feeling at once.
Every thrust pushes him deeper, every swirl of his tongue makes your legs shake. Whimpering into your cunt, the sound vibrating through you, but the words that slip out between licks are pure silk-wrapped venom.
"If I have to do this every night until you stop denying me—" A sharp suck on your clit. "—then I will."
His cock throbs heavily on your tongue. "I'll keep you right here. Until the only thing you know how to do is stay."
You try to pull off—hands slapping at his hips, a broken sob ripping from your throat around his shaft—but he just angles deeper.
The filthy gluck-gluck-gluck of him fucking your mouth fills your brain, your eyes streaming tears that mix with the spit dripping down your chin.
And he doesn’t stop, tongue lashes harder between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth with a lewd pop! before flattening it again.
Mean. Possessive. Trying to pull your orgasm out by force.
Your thighs shake around his head, hips jerking up involuntarily as the pressure coils tighter-too much, too fast, too-
You cum with a shattered cry that vibrates straight down his cock.
Creamy slick gushes over his tongue, thighs clamping around his ears, and Lyney moans like he’s the one breaking. Holding himself right there on the edge—cock twitching wildly in your throat—until your walls start fluttering hard.
“F-fuck—ngh, that’s it—give it to me-”
His cock pulses hard on your tongue, swelling thicker, and then he’s cumming too.
Rope after rope shoots straight down your throat, thick and hot, until you’re choking on it, coughing up his seed around the length still buried between your lips.
He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps shallow-thrusting through it, forcing you to swallow every drop while he drinks you down like he’s dying of thirst.
The room spins. Your lungs burn. Tears won’t stop. While Lyney stays there a second longer, chest heaving, hips still twitching with the aftershocks.
Panting, he eased cock from your mouth with a slurp!
Strings of cum and spit connect your swollen lips to his tip. Lyney watches it break with half-lidded violet eyes, his cheek flushed red.
You’re still sobbing softly, chest heaving, when he finally flips around. He curls over you, pressing soft kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, your trembling lips, like he didn’t just fuck your face and sit on you for "punishment".
“Shhh… mon amour,” he whispers, voice sweet as sugar, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “See? Wasn’t so bad. You took me so well… my perfect little assistant.”
Lyney's fingers thread back into your hair, holding you there as he nuzzles against your neck.
“You’re not going anywhere tonight.” A soft, theatrical little laugh brushes your ear.
“Or tomorrow.”
He kisses the corner of your mouth, tasting himself on you.
“Or ever.”
🐊 XIAO — Bite first. Regret later
BAM!
"I'm leaving- ” The wall meets your back before you finish the sentence. “-Xiao. I mean it this–"
The impact rattled your teeth, your breath was punched clean out of your lungs, he was just across the room, teleporting in a haze of green and black, shoving you against the wall.
Another sharp gasp to follow when Xiao drove into you again, deeper, meaner, like he was trying to carve his place inside you permanently.
This is the problem.
This has always been the problem.
He doesn't talk to you, doesn't tell you he needs you, doesn't acknowledge what this even is, what you are to him — just pulls you close when it gets too heavy and expects that to be enough.
Weeks of silence.
Weeks of watching him look straight through you like you're something precious he refuses to name because naming it would make it real, and real things can be taken away.
You're exhausted.
Your legs stayed locked tight around his narrow waist, thighs trembling violently.
"I—" You push at his shoulders. He doesn't move. "Stop. I said I'm leaving—"
The only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall was his iron grip on your ass, fingers imprinting in so deep you knew they’d leave bruises shaped like his hands for days.
Xiao doesn’t respond, no words, or explanation — just eyes burning with determined focus
The tattoo on his arm bleeds green into the dark.
"Let me go." Flat. Furious. You dig your nails in hard. "I- ah! Mean it! I'm n-not doing this anymore, I can't keep– pretending-!"
He looks at you.
Amber eyes completely unguarded for once — staring at you like you've already got one foot out the door and he's watching it happen and he still, still cannot make himself say the words that would fix it. Jaw locked tight, breathing ragged.
Hitting that little spot inside you, your whole argument stutters. "That's not—"
You try to hold onto the thread of it. "That's not good enough, you can't just — this doesn't fix anything—"
He drives deeper. Your back hits the wall harder.
"Xiao!"
Nothing.
Just that devastating eye contact and the brutal, relentless pace of him, he's decided if he can't say it, he'll just make you feel it instead.
Your nails rake down his arms. "Oh-! This is- fuck! Insane. Shit! Your hurtin!- You can't keep doing this and expect me to stay!-" You twist, trying to get leverage.
His hand wraps around your throat, forehead dropping to yours, eyes closing, and he stays there breathing hard while his hips find a slower, deeper angle that makes your vision dissolve at the edges.
The weight of his karmic debt presses down on the room like a physical thing. Ozone and something older, darker, filling your lungs with every breath.
You're furious, shaking, and overwhelmed.
But believe it or not, he was terrified of hurting you.
And yet he couldn’t stop.
"Shit, what do you want from me!?"
Instead of answering, he just bites down on your throat instead. Sharp. Claiming. So suddenly, your whole body arches into him against every intention you had.
A broken sound tears out of you—high and pathetic—and you immediately hate yourself for letting it slip.
Teeth sinking in harder, not enough to break skin but enough to mark, enough to own, and your cunt clenches around him so violently it makes him stutter.
Yanking you up higher, forcing your back to scrape against the wall, making you cry out in pain- as he drives in deeper.
The anger frays at the edges where the pleasure keeps burning straight through—white-hot and unforgiving.
“I h-hate you-” you gasp. Not true. Completely not true, and you both know it.
“You’re so—” Another broken moan cuts you off, raw and humiliating. “Infuriating.”
He makes a sound against your neck. Low. Pained. Even that tiny admission costs him something precious.
Still nothing.
You’re crying now—angry tears spilling hot and fast down your face, your body betraying you completely as he drives you up the wall again and again.
Each thrust shoves you higher toward something you don’t want to give him.
“Please,” you break, hating how small and wrecked it comes out. “Please just say it. Tell me you need me. Tell me I’m—that I’m yours, that this means something, that you’re not just going to let me disappear one day and feel nothing—” His entire body goes rigid.
Exhaling, his hand slides from your throat to cradle the back of your head.
His forehead presses so hard to yours it almost hurts, eyes squeezed shut, hips grinding deep and slow and devastatingly deliberate now.
Every roll of his hips drags his cock against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision spark white.
He still doesn’t say it, waiting for you to say exactly what he wants to hear.
Xiao pulls you in so tight you can’t tell where he ends, and you begin anymore. Your breast presses hard against his chest, breath coming in short gasps from how tight he’s holding you, bruises already beginning to bloom.
Maybe...
“I’m staying,” you whisper, defeated, wrecked, voice cracking on every syllable. “I-i’m yours. I’m not leaving. Just—don’t let go.”
The sound he makes is quiet.
Devastated and relieved in a way that breaks your heart a little. He comes with his face buried in your neck, shaking hard, one arm locked around your waist like even now he doesn’t trust you won’t vanish.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood you—spurt after spurt—while his teeth stay sunk into your throat, muffling the broken groan that vibrates against your skin.
He keeps rolling through it, slow and possessive, making sure every drop stays deep inside you.
Afterward, the room is just breathing. Heavy. Sticky. Charged. Then, so quiet it barely exists:
“…Again.”
Not another round, you know that.
He wants to hear it again—the words he can’t say himself, confirmed in your voice, real and present and not leaving.
“I’m yours, Xiao.” You press your lips to his temple, voice hoarse and trembling. “I’m staying.”
His grip tightens instantly. Fingers digging back into your ass, cock still buried to the hilt and twitching inside you like it’s trying to root there forever.
Xiao still doesn’t say it back; you already know how he feels.
The dark, suffocating truth that settles in the quiet—in the iron grip of his arms and the door you both know he’d never let you reach—is that staying was never really your choice to make.
It stopped being your choice a long time ago.
…Some sick, exhausted piece of you doesn’t even want the choice anymore.
new jjk episode has me on a grind LOL they’re so hot. kirakari and you have an onlyfans i guess
riding kirara on that stupid camera room couch while hakari records.
the room reeks of alcohol and hakaris stupidly expensive cologne, filling your nostrils along with the scent of sex and the beautiful girl who’s lap you’re in, hips moving with newly found effort.
you’re bouncing with more effort than you usually would if there wasn’t a large hand rubbing your ass from behind you. filthy, brain melting words of encouragement from behind you.
“theeere you go babydoll, show em. you got it. fuck ‘er for me.” hakaris right behind you, that stupidly large hand helping you bounce your hips down on kirara, the filthy sound of your thighs plopping down on her.
whatever hand hakari didn’t have on you was recording the scene, the good stuff that reeled in extra cash for you guys.
“o-oouuh baby.. go a little faster okay? know you can. feels greaaaat.” kirara slurred, a dumb pleased smile plastered on her face. her manicured hands going up to hold on your hips, bouncing you.
“you heard ‘er, speed up. look at the camera while you’re at it.” his hand left your hip to grip the side of your chin, pulling you back to get a view your glossy eyes in the camera. all the attention was driving you up the wall, all the hands on your body and the camera observing your pleasured face.
with all your new found courage and the need you felt to please the camera- and your oh so sweet girl beneath you, you sped up. hips clashing back down against the woman. so loud and obscene it filled the room, blocking out any distant noise from the TV-cameras. you could feel kirara shaking, sensitive girl she was. pierced cock twitching inside of you unashamedly.
“pleaaase give it ta’ me baby.. i know you can! feels so good..” kirara nearly whined out, her star shaped pupils completely blown and dilated with complete focus on your face that hakari had long released from his grasp. still recording the nasty shit going on between you two. you could feel her hips stutter and begin to fuck right back up into you jus’ the way she liked it. sloppy and quick.
you buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling that non perfumed scent of purely her. that alone could be your own equivalent to an aphrodisiac, heavenly. the sound of sweat damped skin slapping into eachother was something you’d hear in porn.
“pleaaaase, cmon cmon cmon.. know you want to- sooo bad!” pure rambling out of her mouth, she pulled your face up to connect your lips in a wet, heated kiss. her pierced tongue sliding its way in. her way of shutting herself up really.
“awh fuck, let me get that.” you could hear the grin and arousal in hakaris voice, even after the recording you’d be far from done. he moved the lousy phone camera over to record the sloppy scene of you and kiraras tongues fighting one another. the room was full of the pathetic whiny moans swallowed into wet kisses.
a sharp smack hit you- hakari from the pure feeling from it. you were getting sloppy.
“don’t get lazy on me now girl, ride it. show ‘em how you like taking it.” his guiding words made something in your gut twist into something much more intense- pulling a groan straight from your throat. you fucked back onto kirara with more intensity than before, disconnecting from the kiss to moan and whine into her neck, her hands immediately shooting to hold onto you- anything really. hakari gave a pleased huff of approval.
“yes- yessyesyes cmon baby, gimme- mnnhgg..” her head tilted back in pure bliss, though her hips never quit moving up to meet yours. you hadn’t even spoke this whole time, pleasure made you a very different person. all that came from your throat was uncontrolled moans and whines, chasing as much friction as you possibly could.
“g’nna cum baby- take it take it take it..” it was only a few more sloppy thrusts upwards and she was cumming- quick, thick spurts of release into you that had her reeling- fucking herself into you through that overstimulation to make it last as long as she could make it.
you hadn’t last much longer truly, hakari’s free hand that wasn’t focused on recording the sinful act was under your body using two fingers in fast, pressured circles to give you that extra push of stimulation, your body arching downward and pressing you further into the lady beneath you, chest to chest. you’re convulsing by the time kirara’s spent and done, a lazy fucked out smile on her face when you cross that finish line, tightened up around her like she’d disappear if you didn’t.
hakari let out a low whistle, hard and leaking a damp spot through his slacks. sheesh. pressing his thumb down on that red button to stop the recording.
“woo, look at my girls. think i need a retake, though. less hiding yeah?”
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The Doll House - A Higuruma x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)
After you drunkenly sell yourself as sex doll, you call your old friend (and crush) from law school for help. But you didn’t realize the strait laced, mild mannered Higuruma is now a trainer at the Doll House!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Read Geto’s Part Here!
Read Toji’s Part Here!
Read Nanami’s Part Here!
Read Sukuna’s Part Here!
Read Gojo’s Part Here!
Read Choso’s Part Here!
Smut. 18+. AU. Fem Reader. Edging. Teasing. Orgasm Control. Begging. Oral sex. Use of toys/vibrators. Overstimulation.
Dividers by @benkeibear!
You hug Hiromi in celebration upon hearing the good news, a wave of relief washing over you. Both of you stand up and hastily dress. Discussing your case while naked and still entangled with each other might prove… distracting.
“This should be a slam dunk case,” Hiromi is saying as he pulls on a fresh shirt. “We can establish a history of predatory behavior from the shop owner, on top of him literally leading you out of the bar.”
You’ve thrown on some underwear but you can’t find the T-shirt you wanted to wear. Hiromi tosses you one of his shirts and you gladly pull it on. It smells like his cologne.
He pauses and stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face.
“What is it?” you ask.
He smiles, an almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, this was always one of my fantasies.”
You look down at the fabric clinging to your body. “Me wearing your shirt?”
“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer and putting his arms around you. “Did you have any about me?”
“Uh, yeah, but it’s pretty embarrassing,” you say with a laugh.
He kisses you lightly on the lips. “Tell me. I’ll make it come true.”
“It’s perverted.”
“I certainly hope so,” he says.
Your eyes shift down to his abdomen, now concealed by his shirt. “I always wanted… to lick your happy trail.”
For a split second, he looks confused. “My- Oh.” His face reddens slightly. “God I wish you’d told me that back in law school.”
“Oh really?” you ask, now grinning. “What would you have done if I had?”
His fingers are locked together behind you, at the small of your back. “Well after I woke up from fainting, I would’ve brought you back to my dorm and let you have your way with me.”
You can’t help giggling at that. “You were pretty shy back then. How the hell did you end up training Dolls?”
“I just stumbled into it. I guess it was fun while it lasted, but I’m happy to leave it behind,” he tells you.
You pull back. “Wait, I thought you were keeping me.”
“That was only if the appeal didn’t work out. Looks like it’s going to.”
You frown. “I’m a little disappointed. The idea of being your personal Doll is kinda hot.”
“I was planning to terminate your contract as soon as it transferred to me anyway,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel bound to me in that way.”
You lean close and kiss him. “What if I want to belong to you?”
Ah, there it is again, that intensity in his eyes as he says, “There are other ways we can arrange that.”
Just as Higuruma thought, the appeal went through easily. The owner of the sketchy Doll shop lost his license to train and sell Dolls, plus had to pay a hefty fine. Apparently some former cases are being looked into again, and he might face jail time.
Higuruma hopes he rots. Just looking at the man in the courtroom made Higuruma want to strangle him.
But alls well that ends well, as the saying goes. Higuruma quit his job as a trainer and returned to being only a lawyer, which is where his true passion lies.
Sitting across from his newly free lover at a cafe near his office, he asks her something important.
“Why not come work for my firm? We could be partners.”
She’s stirring her drink with a straw. “Are you sure you want that? I’ve been blacklisted.”
He leans slightly across the table. “Do you still want to work as a lawyer?”
“I do! But-“
“Then it’s settled. I don’t care about the rumors. I know they’re not true anyway, and I can help you get that sorted out.”
She sighs. “I don’t know why you have such faith in me.”
He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. “Maybe you don’t realize it yourself, but you’re resilient. Whenever you failed an exam, you’d study hard and then retake it. Sometimes your second scores were better than mine. You always bounced back from failure. That’s what I admired about you.”
She smiles then, and it lights up the whole cafe. “So you think I can bounce back from all of this?”
“I know you can. We’ll work on it together,” he tells her.
He’s actually looking forward to working with her, to having her by his side at the law office and bringing some fresh ideas to the cases.
But right now, there’s something else he’s looking forward to even more.
He stands up from the table. “Ready to go back to my place?”
“Sure,” she says, scooting her chair back. She’s been staying with him until her case was finalized, but he’s hoping she’ll move in full time. A discussion for another day.
The two of them have avoided having sex or getting too intimate, only exchanging hugs and kisses. They decided to save the more fun activities for when her appeal case was finished, to be a reward for themselves.
The case was finalized today.
You’ve been very patient. You agreed with Hiromi that waiting was a good idea. With your case finished, there are no more distractions. You can focus completely on enjoying yourself.
The buildup, the anticipation, has made you even more horny. So much that you can’t seem to get your clothes off fast enough. As a special surprise, you wore stockings and a garter belt today, all of it hidden under your professional looking skirt suit. No panties, because you want to see the look on Hiromi’s face when slide your skirt down your legs.
He freezes, his hands going still on the buttons of his shirt, his eyes taking in the lewd sight of you. His gaze is hot enough to burn you.
“You like it?” you ask, turning around to show off your ass.
Before you can blink, he’s upon you, wrapping his arms round your torso and kissing your bare shoulder. “I love it,” he says against your skin. Then he pulls back. “You know, we never did finish your training.”
“I already can’t cum unless you tell me to. What else is there?” you ask.
“There was going to be a test at the end,” he answers. “Just to make sure everything sank in.”
You lean into him. “So give me the test tonight.”
He grins as he leads you to the bed. “I will. But first, I believe I promised something.”
You watch as Hiromi slips off his shirt and opens his pants, allowing you to see the full length of his happy trail. You step over and sink to your knees in front of him, your hands rubbing over his taut abdomen.
He stares intently as you lean forward and run your tongue from the base of his cock up to his navel. The soft black hairs feel marvelous under your tongue, just as you expected.
You give several more licks, eliciting low groans from his mouth, before you slide his pants further down his hips and take his entire cock into your mouth.
“Ah… fuck…” he mutters, his hand moving swiftly to your hair.
It’s wild to think this is the first blowjob you’ve given him, considering how many times he’s eaten you out already. He’s truly a generous lover, but tonight you want to give back.
And you want him to cum in your mouth, another fantasy you had back in law school.
It won’t take long, judging by how his cock is pulsing and twitching. His fingers are gently scraping your scalp, his tight stomach quivering with his shaky breaths.
Your lips wrap tight around his base, pulling back and then forward again, fucking him with your throat while your tongue swirls around him and teases his tip.
Finally, he spills his load into your mouth, ropes of his cum shooting across your tongue and sliding down your throat. You look up at him as you swallow it, enjoying the sight of his reddened, apologetic face. He probably intended to pull out.
When you stand up, he’s looking you up and down and he tries to even out his breathing.
“You okay?” you ask him.
He laughs. “Just trying to put my soul back in my body.”
“We’ll hurry up. I’m ready to finish my training,” you say with a grin before sauntering over to the bed and sitting down.
“Lie back,” he says, suddenly energized again, “and I’ll give you your test.”
You almost shiver with anticipation, excited for whatever he has planned. You scoot back on the bed and lay on your back while he retrieves something from a nearby drawer.
When he turns back to face you, he’s holding something up. There’s a small device attached to his fingertip, and it’s vibrating wildly.
You’re getting soaked just thinking about it. His fingers can already take you to heaven. With added stimulation, you’re going to come completely undone.
At least you hope so.
Hiromi crawls on beside you, and your test begins.
He touches you first without turning on the vibrator, just rubbing you the way he usually does. Not knowing exactly when he’s going to turn it on is a sweet torture unto itself. His body is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his heartbeat.
Finally, you hear the soft whirring sound, and then there’s a shockingly powerful vibration directly on your clit. Your body jerks reflexively, the sensation so strong and sudden that without your training, you would have cum on the spot.
But you can’t. Not until Hiromi says so. The pleasure is intense, making you tremble and whine out his name, begging for release. He’s relentless as he presses the vibrator against your most sensitive spot, overstimulating you while refusing to let you cum yet.
You squirm and writhe, trying to scoot away yet also pushing against his fingertip by reflex, your body instinctively craving more pleasure.
“Please… Hiromi!” you whimper. You’re reaching the limit of what you can withstand. You open your mouth to beg again, but he smothers your lips with his own, swallowing your cries.
The kiss is long and deep, his tongue fully exploring your mouth, but it’s not enough to distract you for long from the inferno of pleasure raging between your thighs.
Finally he pulls back, his face still close to yours, and says, “Do it.”
The words are like a magic spell. The dam breaks. The water overflows. And you have the most intense orgasm of your life.
Afterwards, you feel like you might pass out. Your chest is heaving with your rapid breaths and your body is quivering. Hiromi soothingly strokes your face before kissing you again. “You passed,” he says.
“So I completed the training?” you ask, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“You did. You’re officially a fully trained Doll,” he tells you.
You exhale a deep breath. “Good to know.”
The two of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s bodies, fucking in every position you’ve ever wanted to try, your and his sweat soaking into his sheets.
He feels so good inside you, so perfect and so warm. It’s like he’s always known exactly how to please you, exactly what drives you wild. You grieve the time you lost with him, the years spent apart. If you’d only known he felt the same way about you…
But that was then. This is now. All you can do is enjoy the time you have with him from now on.
He lays beside you, planting casual kisses on your collar bone. “Sorry if that was too much,” he says, noticing how exhausted you are. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time.”
The comment warms your heart, because it means he feels the same way you do. You smile at him. “It’s okay. We have the whole rest of our lives to enjoy together.”
His eyes widen slightly. “The whole rest of our lives?”
Oh. You said that without thinking about the implications. Are you getting too far ahead of yourself. The two of you haven’t really discussed anything long term.
“Uh, I just mean-“
He kisses you, cutting off your awkward reply. When he pulls back, he looks happy. “Move in with me. Permanently.”
Your eyebrows raise. “Seriously?”
“That’s what I’ve been hoping for anyway,” he says. “Unless that’s not something you want.”
“Oh I definitely want it,” you tell him. “I’m just not sure you’re prepared for my collection.”
He freezes. “Collection of what?”
You roll over to go to sleep. “Too late. You already offered.”
He nudged your shoulder. “Honey? Collection of what?”
You don’t turn back, smiling as you say, “Goodnight, Hiromi.”
Summary: An au where the guys are your and Chan's kids.
You woke up to the feeling of a body on top of yours. Little arms wrapped around your waist, a head buried in your chest. You opened your eyes to see blonde hair. You turned your head to the side to see your husband, Chris, sitting on the bed putting his shirt on.
“Morning.” You whispered.
Chris turned to look at you and smiled. “Morning, sweetheart.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead before gently stroking the blonde hair of your son.
“Where are you going?” You asked him in confusion.
“I promised Binnie I'd go for a run with him before breakfast.” Recently, your second-oldest son, Changbin, a thirteen-year-old who was very into sports, has been wanting to work out. Which mostly consisted of going running with Chris. It was a good father-son bonding time for them.
You suddenly felt movement as Felix shifted on your chest. His head lifted. He looked between you and Chris and let out the cutest yawn. He had on his favourite white cat onesie. Felix was one of your youngest children. He’s a sweet six-year-old who is always smiling. He was very clingy and cuddly.
“Good morning, angel.” You spoke softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.
The sleepy child smiled up at you. “Morning, Mummy.” He snuggled into you.
You kissed the top of his head before pulling his hood up, giving the blonde cute little cat ears. Chris moved over to look at your son. “Don't I get a good morning?” He asked teasingly.
Felix looked at him, pretending to think as he tapped his chin. He then nodded. “Good morning, Daddy.” The blonde spoke with a sweet smile on his face.
“Morning, sunshine.” He gently stroked Felix’s cheek. Chris stood up and sighed. “Right, Binnie and I should be back in time for breakfast. Have fun.” He kissed your lips before kissing Felix's forehead. Chris then left the room, but not before you told him to have fun.
You looked at Felix and smiled happily at him. “Wanna help me make breakfast today?” You asked him, causing the six-year-old to nod in excitement. He sat up so he was sitting on your stomach.
You scooped him up in your arms and peppered his face with kisses, causing him to laugh. “Mama!” You stood up and gently set him down on the ground. Felix held your hand as you both walked out of the room.
You walked to the bathroom and stepped inside. You moved a step stool in front of the sink. Felix stepped onto the stool and grinned at his own reflection, his hands instantly moved up to play with the cat ear on the hood of his onesie. He let out a giggle before letting out a meow.
You let out a soft giggle as you got out your toothbrush and Felix’s. You then grabbed the toothpaste, putting some on the toothbrushes. You handed Felix his.
“Thank you, Mummy.” He smiled up at you.
You kissed his forehead. “You’re welcome, Kitten. Now, are we ready to set the timer?” You asked him.
Felix nodded enthusiastically. You set the timer that you kept by the sink. The two of you brushed your teeth. Once you were both done, you and Felix exited the bathroom, and you made your way to the nursery, where Jeongin's room was. You opened the door to see the two-year-old sitting up on his toddler bed. He was giggling as he held his fox teddy close to his body.
“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly, gaining his attention. Felix padded over to his baby brother and hugged him. You smiled at the two before walking over and lifting Jeongin into your arms.
You kissed his cheek as he snuggled close to you. Felix slipped his hand into your free hand, and you walked your way downstairs to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, you placed Jeongin in his high chair. Today was a Saturday, and it was also the summer holiday, so the kids didn’t have school. So you had decided that today would be a pyjama day.
“How about pancakes?” You suggested to Felix. The blonde nodded quickly. “Yes, please.” He smiled sweetly at you. Innie happily clapped his hands.
“Looks like we all agree great.” You got everything you needed before washing your hands. You then helped Felix put on his yellow chicken apron as he washed his hands. You then put on your favourite apron, which was an adorable bear.
You and Felix dried your hands before you began to show him how to make the pancakes. You also got some juice for both boys to drink.
As you watched Felix add more chocolate chips than necessary to some pancakes, Minho walked in with Soonie and Doongie following him. The fifteen-year-old looked at you.
“Morning, Mum.” He walked over to you and kissed your cheek before pulling Felix’s hood down to ruffle his hair.
“Morning, baby.” You smiled as you watched Felix ‘secretly’ hand Minho some chocolate chips, which the older boy quickly ate, causing Felix to giggle.
“Cats.” Jeongin quickly pointed to the two cats. Minho turned to his baby brother and nodded. “That’s right. Cats. Cats are better than dogs. Don’t let Dad sway you, okay?” His words just caused Jeongin to burst into giggles.
Minho walked over to the pet cupboard and got out the cat's breakfast.
“Where’s Dori?” Felix asked curiously.
Minho looked at the blonde, who quickly shoved a strawberry in his mouth. “On your bed, sleeping.”
You nodded gently. The pets all had certain bedrooms they preferred to sleep in. Soonie tended to always be in Minho’s room.
Doongie tended to float between Minho, Felix and Jeongin’s rooms.
While Dori did sleep in Minho’s room often, the youngest cat much preferred snuggling up with Felix at night.
Now, Berry, one of your dogs, tends to split her time between sleeping at the end of your and Chan’s bed, snuggling up with Seungmin or staying close to Jeongin.
Kkami tended to sleep in Hyunjin’s room or Changbin’s room.
Lastly, Bbama more often than not sleeps in Jisung’s room, also sometimes going to Changbin’s room.
Minho sorted out the cat food; it was his usual morning job. It was something he enjoyed doing. He made his way to the stairs and began to call Dori down for breakfast. Dori lazily came down stairs, and the three cats had their breakfast.
Minho washed his hands as he looked at you. “Can I help with anything?” He asked you curiously.
You thought for a moment. “How about getting out some plates?” You suggested it to him.
Minho nodded and got out the plates, setting them down. He looked at the pancakes that were already made. “They look good. Very chocolaty.”
That made Felix grin. “That’s what I wanted.” He spoke with excitement. This caused Jeongin to cheer. You looked over at your youngest and smiled, causing the two-year-old to suddenly go shy.
You shook your head and split your time between making the pancakes, preparing bacon and eggs, ensuring Felix was safe, checking on Jeongin, and, yes, you did keep an eye on Minho when he stepped up to help cook. It was a nice little bonding moment.
Growing up, Minho loved being in the kitchen with you and Chris. He enjoyed cooking and learning from you both. It was something he was passionate about. And whilst you and Chris did your best to teach each of your boys how to cook, some took to it more than others. Minho shone in the kitchen. Felix loved baking and cooking with you. Seungmin enjoyed being in the kitchen. He didn’t get to do anything dangerous, but the things he could help with, he always smiled while doing them. Hyunjin tended to flip-flop. Sometimes he loved cooking, sometimes he thought it was too much work and preferred being a taste tester. But when he put his mind to it, he could make some really yummy stuff.
Then there were Changbin and Jisung. The two were not the best in the kitchen, but they were learning. Jisung was adamant that his role was the official taste tester and that it was the perfect role for him. Changbin was taking his time learning. He approached cooking carefully. He wasn’t confident in his skills, but he was trying his best.
“Muuuuum!” You looked towards the kitchen door to see Hyunjin, your nine-year-old, walking in, with your four-year-old, Seungmin, padding after him. In Seungmin’s arms was Berry.
“Yes, my Prince?” You asked, Hyunjin, as Seungmin made his way over to you. “Mama.” He grinned up at you as he held Berry close. You gently ruffled his hair. “Good morning, my baby. Good morning, Berry.” You gently stroked the dog as she nuzzled close to you.
Hyunjin looked at you and sighed. “I can’t find my sketch book. I’ve looked everywhere.” He whined out, emphasising the ‘Everywhere.’
You smiled and shook your head. “Did you check your bag? You used it yesterday when Dad took you to the park, remember?” You told him as you moved the knife out of Felix’s reach.
Hyunjin's eyes went wide. “You’re a genius, Mama. I was ready to tear the house apart. Thank you.” He turned and ran out of the kitchen, passing Jisung, who was yawning as he walked into the kitchen.
“Jinnie! No running!” You called out as you picked Seungmin up and set him on a chair next to Jeongin, who was happily sipping his juice and playing with Doongie’s tail.
Jisung walked over to you and hugged your leg. “Mummy, where’s Daddy?” He asked you curiously.
“He went for a run with Binnie, my love.” You said, gently caressing his hair.
Jisung pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s not fair. I want attention too!” He bounced lightly, trying to make his point clear.
You washed your hands and shook your head, smiling at the eldest twin. “Baby, Daddy will be home soon. Then you get all the attention you want from him. Okay?” You asked him.
Jisung nodded. It sounded fair. He let out a dramatic sigh. “Fiiiine.” He walked over to Felix and gently pulled on the cat tail attached to his onesie.
“Hey!” Felix spun around to look at his twin. His hands rested on his hips, much like yours did when you were telling someone off. “That’s not very nice!” The blonde reached out and poked his brother’s cheek.
Jisung gasped. “You can’t poke me. All I did was pull your tail.” He protested.
“Yeah, and it hurts.” Felix told him with a sadness in his voice.
Jisung froze for a moment in confusion. “But you can’t feel it. It’s on your pyjamas.” He told the blonde.
“Exactly.” Felix said, throwing his hands in the air before turning around, eager to flip a pancake.
Jisung looked at him, puzzled, before turning around and walking over to Seungmin so he could pet Berry.
Hyunjin made his way back into the kitchen as you continued to cook. “I found it. I put it in my room for later.” He told you as he made his way to the cupboard to get the dog food out. He looked at Minho for a moment. Normally, Minho helped Hyunjin feed the dogs every morning. It was something they enjoyed doing together.
“Min.” He spoke almost shyly.
Minho turned his gaze from the eggs he was frying. “Yes, Jinnie-ah?” He asked, looking at his brother.
“Can we feed the dogs?” Hyunjin held up the dog food and smiled hopefully at his oldest brother.
Minho nodded. “Yeah, of course we can.” He looked over at you, wanting to check that you knew he was stepping away from the oven. You gave him a gentle nod. Minho grabbed the bag from Hyunjin, and the two made their way to the dog bowls to fill them up.
“Mama, mama, mama.” Jeongin began to mumble out, wanting your attention.
“One second, baby boy.” You said as you helped Felix plate the last pancake. You then walked over to Jeongin and picked him up out of his chair. Your two-year-old held onto you as you walked over to the bacon and eggs to finish them off.
Felix held onto your side as you cooked. Meanwhile, behind you, Seungmin was barking at Berry, who barked back, causing your second youngest to laugh.
“Dad!” You heard Hyunjin call out as Chan and Changbin came into the room.
“Morning, Mum.” Changbin said before running off to have a shower.
Chan walked over to you and kissed your forehead. “I’m going to have a quick shower, and then we can have breakfast. I hope the boys are behaving this morning.” He said as he gently stroked Jeongin’s hair. The little boy cooed at him.
“I’m always good.” Felix spoke happily, a bright smile on his freckled face.
Han let out a huff. “You’re not always good. Liar.”
Felix gasped, as if he had just had his favourite toy snatched from him. “I’m not a liar.” He stomped his foot on the ground.
Chan shook his head. “Boys. Let’s be nice to each other. Ji, it’s not nice to call Lixie a liar. Yongbok, there’s no need to be stompy.”
Felix snuggled close to your side. Jisung shook his head and pouted. Chan walked over to Seungmin and kissed his forehead, earning a disgusted sound from the young boy. It was something he had learnt from Minho. Chan then stroked Berry and patted Jisung’s shoulder.
“I’ll be right back, okay? Behave for your mum, and you might get extra whipped cream on your pancakes.”
Jisung seemed to like the idea. “I can behave.” He nodded his head firmly.
Chan chuckled and shook his head. “Glad to hear it, Sungie.” He left the room, greeting Hyunjin and Minho, who had just finished calling in Kkami and Bbama for their food.
“Okay, my babies. It’s time to set the table.” You told them. Minho grabbed the plates and went to the dining room to set the table. Hyunjin got the cups, making sure to be careful. Jisung was determined to take the cutlery to the dining room.
Once the table was set, you brought in the food, setting it on the table. You made sure you had everything, going back and forth between the kitchen and dining room. Minho did help a bit, seeing that Jeongin was clinging onto you.
The boys sat in their usual seats. You and Chan tended to sit at the ends of the table, facing each other. Minho and Jisung were on either side of Chan. Whereas Hyunjin and Seungmin sat on either side of you. Felix sat between Han and Seungmin, sitting across from Changbin, who was between Minho and Hyunjin. Jeongin’s high chair often moved. Sometimes he was beside you, sometimes he was beside Chan.
Changbin made his way into the room, and Chan wasn’t far behind him. The two sat down as you tried setting Jeongin into his chair. However, your baby boy had other ideas. He clung to you and kept saying ‘No.” So you ended up sitting with him on your lap.
Then everyone got the food they wanted, filling their plates. You cut up the pancakes for Jeongin and alternated between feeding him and feeding yourself. The boys were all happy with their food, all calling out their thanks. Chan just smiled as he watched you for a moment.
“How was your run?” You asked, Changbin and Chan.
Changbin sat up in his seat. “It was really good. I almost beat my running time in the park. I’m getting closer.” He told you proudly.
You smiled brightly. “That’s amazing, Binnie. I’m proud of you.”
Chan nodded in agreement. “You should have seen him. He was so much faster this time.” The pride was clear in his voice.
Changbin looked at you as he cut into one of his pancakes. “Mum. I was wondering if I could go out today. Wooyoung invited me to the Arcade, and I really want to go.”
You nodded your head slowly. “It’s alright with me. What did your Daddy say?”
Changbin smiled. “He said I could go if you said yes.” His words caused Chan to nod in agreement.
You looked at your second eldest, then at your husband, then back at your son. “Of course, you can go, baby.”
Changbin beamed. “Can Minho come with me?”
Minho cringed in his seat. “Eww, no.” His disgusted voice made Hyunjin and Seungmin burst out laughing, whilst Changbin sighed.
Changbin looked at his brother. “Please? It’ll do you some good getting out of the house.”
Minho’s eyes went wide. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, stabbing his bacon with his fork.
Changbin shrugged. “Is it so wrong that I want to spend time with my Brother?!” He asked, his voice getting loud, causing Hyunjin to wince slightly beside him.
“Binnie, inside voice, please, baby.” You spoke softly but sternly.
“Sorry Mum, Sorry Jinnie.” He gently patted Hyunjin's shoulder. Hyunjin nodded and just added more blueberries to his plate.
Chan sighed. “Minho, it wouldn’t hurt to go spend time with Changbin. You could have a lot of fun.” He spoke encouragingly, wanting his eldest to have fun.
Minho let out a small huff. “Fine. But I’m not going to like it.” He was determined to show this wasn’t going to be fun. He continued to eat his breakfast.
Jisung looked at Chan and gently tapped his hand. “You're helping me today.” The boy spoke confidently.
Chan chuckled, looking at the boy. “Oh, am I?” He asked him curiously.
Jisung nodded. “Yep. You’re helping me with my guitar.” He told him. Jisung looked beside his seat and reached down to stroke Bbama, who was sitting by his chair.
Chan shook his head lightly. Jisung had wanted to learn the guitar recently, and he was getting good at it. Chan had been patient with the six-year-old. “If that’s what you want to do, Sungie, we’ll do it.”
Seungmin looked up from his plate. “Guitar, guitar.” He spoke happily. “I wanna learn.”
Seungmin had been picking up on the things his brothers liked and was determined to try them out. He had decided he didn’t like running the same way Changbin liked running. He found out he wasn’t too fond of dancing like Minho, Hyunin, and Felix were. He figured out he wasn’t a fan of drawing the way Hyunjin did. But he did enjoy drawing dogs. That was about it. Seungmin was young, but determined to find something he enjoyed doing. So far, his favourite things to do were snuggle with the dogs, singing with you and bullying his dad.
Chan smiled at the happy boy. “You can join us, Minnie. Don’t worry.” He told Seungmin, who happily cheered.
Hyunjin looked at you and smiled. “I’ll have a Mummy day.” He decided, not giving you room to say no.
“I want a Mummy day too.” Felix agreed as he and Han both stuffed their mouths with pancakes.
Hyunjin was happy with that. “We’ll have Mummy and Innie day.” He spoke happily, causing Felix to clap in agreement as he chewed his food. Innie let out a squeal when his name was mentioned.
And so, the plans for the day were set.
You made your way outside into the backyard. You had on your swimsuit. Jeongin was in your arms. Today, you had decided that it would be a good time for Innie to get some water time. Both Hyunjin and Felix took to water like it was second nature. So having them excited to help made you smile.
You smiled, seeing Felix and Hyunjin swimming around. You gently got into the water and put Innie in his little rubber ring. The two-year-old let out a squeal of excitement as he felt the water under him. He enjoyed the water just as much as Hyunjin and Felix did. Most of your boys loved water. Minho wasn’t keen on swimming, but you and Chan had been doing your best to encourage him and to teach him. Jisung, while he liked water, wasn’t yet confident in the deep end. Seungmin tended to be happy in the shallow end as well. His favourite thing about water was splashing everyone.
You gently moved the ring, letting Innie move through the water. Both Felix and Hyunjin cheered for him. “Yena!” Hyunjin clapped, gaining the youngest’s attention. Innie wiggled around, kicking his legs. He moved a little bit closer to Hyunjin, who waited patiently with his arms wide open for his baby brother.
“Come on, just a little more, Innie. You can do it.” However, Jeongin stopped, suddenly becoming more interested in the splash he had just made with his hand. So he did it again, hitting the water, causing a splash.
Hyunjin let out a loud laugh, gaining Jeongin’s attention. “You’re supposed to come to me.” He giggled, making Innie giggle back.
Felix swam to your side and shook his head. He had his goggles on. He really enjoyed going under the water; he was getting really good at holding his breath, though sometimes it did worry you.
Felix looked up at you with a big, bright, toothy grin. “He’s like Minnie.” He spoke cheerfully as he pointed to his baby brother, who was still splashing in the water.
You nodded your head lightly. “Yeah, he is.” You ran your fingers through Felix’s hair as he beamed up at you. You both looked back at Jeongin and Hyunjin.
Hyunjin splashed the water before opening his arms to his baby brother. “Come on, Innie. Come to your favourite brother.”
Felix let out a gasp. “I thought I was Innie’s favourite brother.” He pouted slightly. Jeongin could get pretty clingy towards Felix at times. Sometimes you would find the two sitting side by side, drinking their drinks and watching Scooby-doo. With them holding hands. It was always the most adorable scene to see.
Hyunjin let out a small sigh. “Well, I have to be someone’s favourite brother.”
Felix giggled. “You’re my favourite. Wait…Mummy always says we shouldn't have favourites. We should love each other equally.” Felix clung to your hand before letting go and swimming towards Jeongin.
The blonde smiled at the youngest member of the family. “Come on, Innie. Let’s swim to Jinnie.” He gently stroked Jeongin’s hair. “Go!” He began to swim toward his older brother.
Jeongin let out a loud squeal of excitement and kicked his legs to follow Felix. The closer he got to Hyunjin, the brighter Hyunjin’s smile became. Soon, he was right in front of the older boy, causing you, Hyunjin and Felix to all cheer. Of course, Jeongin soaked up all the attention.
“Yay! Innie! You did it.” Hyunjin picked his baby brother up and kissed his cheek.
Jeongin seemed to pout at the kiss before letting out a loud giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at your trio of boys. Jeongin was wrapped securely in Hyunjin’s arms. One hand holding Felix’s. It was adorable. Jeongin wiggled slightly, wanting to get back into the water.
Hyunjin and Felix were both sure that Innie took after them, being water lovers. Jeongin seemed happy in the water, excited even. Though you could only imagine the splash wars he and Seungmin could get into.
Hyunjin put Jeongin back in his ring. The moment the baby boy touched the water, he smiled so brightly that he even smiled with his eyes. It was something he got from his father. Chan did the same thing when he smiled.
It was something you loved being able to do. Spotting traits of your husband in your boys. You saw Chan in Jeongin’s smile and in Felix’s accent. You saw him in Hyunjin’s dramatics, Minho’s maturity. You saw him in Changbin’s comforting ways and Jisung’s love for music. You even saw his mischief in Seungmin. It did make you wonder what you passed down to your boys.
Chan smiled as Han strummed the guitar. He got the correct note, which made Chan smile proudly.
“Good boy, Ji. You got it right again.” He told his son.
Jisung grinned up at his father. He was really enjoying his lesson. “Thanks dad!” There was a small bashfulness in his voice.
Seungmin looked up from his spot on the floor. He had gotten bored with the guitar and had instead decided to play with the three dogs. He had one hand stroking Berry as she lay on his lap. Kkami was tugging at a toy in his free hand as Bbama tried finding the perfect spot against Seungmin to sleep.
Chan smiled fondly at his second youngest. Seungmin was in his element when he was with the dogs. It reminded him a lot of Minho. Minho was in his element whenever he was with the cats.
Chan shook his head. “Seungmin-ah, are you having fun?” He asked the four-year-old.
Seungmin looked up at his father, an excited smile on his face. “The doggies love me.” He told his father.
It was true, the dogs were often seen following Seungmin around. Much like how the cats followed Minho around.
“I’m gonna be a dog trainer when I grow up!” That was the idea of the week, it seems. Last week, he wanted to be a dog doctor and the week before that? He just wanted to buy a big dog house and be the king of the dogs.
Jisung let out a small sigh and shook his head. Both boys had an accent. Both were more English than Australian. It was something Chan adored. He could hear you in them when they spoke. He saw you in how clingy Felix could be. He saw your cooking skills in Minho, your dimples in Jeongin’s smile. Hyunjin had inherited your romantic side, whilst Changbin had gotten your determination.
Jisung swung his legs back and forth as he looked up at his dad. “Daddy, pay attention to me. I’m too adorable to ignore.” He pouted as he looked up at his dad.
Chan chuckled at his son. “You, little man, love attention. Your mum would say you get it from me, but between us. You get it from her.”
Jisung smiled at his words. “I’ll keep it between us…If you keep teaching me guitar!” Oh, no, he was bargaining.
Chan smiled and shook his head. He began to teach Jisung again. All the while, in the corner of the room, Seungmin looked at the dogs with a mischievous look in his eyes. He grinned brightly before patting Kkami on his head.
By the time Minho and Changbin got home, you and Chan were in the living room watching a movie with your youngest boys. Hyunjin was sitting beside Seungmin, who was nodding along with everything Scooby-Doo was saying. Felix and Han were wrapped in a blanket together, sharing their popcorn and chocolate. Jeongin was sitting on Chan’s lap as you snuggled into your husband’s side.
Chan looked over at the two eldest boys. Changbin came in with a giant smile and a bag full of plushies. “Eomma, Appa, we’re home.” He spoke as he made his way over to you both.
He pulled out a cute teddy bear from his bag and held it out to you. “I won this for you, Mum.” He said happily, full of pride.
You gratefully took the plush. “Thank you, baby. It’s adorable. Did you boys have fun?”
Changbin nodded his head excitedly. “Yeah.”
Minho let out a huff. “No.” He crossed his arms over his chest and sat on the couch. But you and Chan could see the ghost of a smile on his face.
Changbin scoffed. “You’re such a liar, Min. You had a lot of fun. Especially when we did karaoke and played that shooting game.”
Minho glared at his younger brother. “You said you wouldn’t tell.” He grunted out as he sank into his seat.
Changbin got out a second plush from his backpack. It was an adorable fox. He held it out to Innie, whose eyes brightened in curiosity the moment the plush was in his sight. “Here you go, Innie.” Jeongin reached out and wrapped his arms around the plush, hugging it close to his chest. He let out a loud squeal of excitement.
Chan smiled. “Minho, it’s okay to have fun with your brother and his friends.” He wanted to encourage Minho to do this more often.
Changbin nodded his head. “Yeah, you had fun talking to Yunho whilst Wooyoung, and I went to play on the basketball machine.”
Minho shrugged. “We related. We both had been forced to join our brother rather than staying at home.”
Changbin grinned proudly. “You made a new friend today. You got his number. I have succeeded!”
Hyunjin and Jisung both giggled. Felix smiled up at his eldest brother and patted his arms. “New friends are fun.” The social butterfly said with joy in his voice.
Changbin sat down and relaxed into his seat. “Right, whoelse wants a plushie?” He asked as he and Minho opened their backpacks to show the plushies they had won. Felix claimed the white cat that matched Minho’s black cat. Seungmin immediately grabbed the dog. Jisung got the squirrel, Hyunjin got the ferret, Changbin claimed the rabbit, and Chan got the Kangaroo.
You looked over at Minho, who was smiling to himself, phone in hand. He had made a new friend today, and you couldn’t be prouder of him.
It was scary meeting new people, but he had done it. You always wanted the best for your boys, for them to be happy and healthy. Minho had a good day with his brother and gained a friend. Changbin had bonded with his brother. The two eldest boys looked at each other and nodded.
Next time Changbin invites him out, Minho decides he won’t kick up a fuss. It was nice. And whilst the chaos Changbin and Wooyoung made together could get annoying, Yunho was someone Minho could easily see being an important friend in his life.
Everyone settled down. Dori curled up on Felix’s lap as Soonie and Doongie curled up around Minho. Kkami sat half on Hyunjin’s thigh and half on Seungmin. Berry was curled up on Seungmin’s lap, and Bbama was asleep on Jisung’s side.
Everyone was happy, and everything was calm. Jeongin fell asleep clutching his new teddy as the rest of you continued to watch Scooby-Doo.
🐊 featuring: {separate}: 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
🐊 tw: yandere themes ⭐︎ non/dubcon ⭐︎ kidnapping ⭐︎ delusions ⭐︎ they’re mean es shii ⭐︎ two faced asl ⭐︎ sadism ⭐︎ masochism ⭐︎ bondage ⭐︎ footjob ⭐︎ spanking ⭐︎ degradation ⭐︎ babytrapping ⭐︎ choking ⭐︎ manhandling ⭐︎ face sitting (m! receiving) ⭐︎ 69 ⭐︎ rimming ⭐︎ feminization ⭐︎ lingerie ⭐︎ collar ⭐︎ humiliation ⭐︎ hair pulling ⭐︎ stockholm syndrome ⭐︎
🐊 an: ah yes, time to feed the twink lovers, wish you luck ♡
🐊 HEIZOU — Knick-knack!
The collar snaps before your eyes finish rolling.
Leather biting sharp into your throat – not tight enough to choke, just cruelly reminding you he already knew you'd try it.
It forces a sharp gasp out of you—one you don't get to finish, because Heizou's already using that strip of leather to drag you right back between his legs.
Knuckles skimming your jaw as he guides your head down, unbothered, like he'd mapped out every move you were going to make before you made them.
One moment you’re glaring.
Next, your mouth is full of him.
His cock slides hot and heavy over your tongue, and the startled glkh!— that bursts out of you only makes his grin sharpen.
"There she is," he says, voice bright and almost clinical. "I gave you three opportunities to stop before it got to this point. You picked this."
You barely manage a sputter before he adjusts the collar again—SNAP!—tightening it to borderline cut off airflow.
His expression doesn't go cold so much as settle — as if he's arrived somewhere he expected to be. You glare up at him on instinct.
Heizou’s eyes lit up like you’d handed him a present.
"Oh, still brave," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip with idle curiosity, like he's noting it down somewhere. "Predictable, but brave. Don't use your teeth, sweetheart. I already know you're thinking about it."
You don’t get to protest.
Before he slams his hips upward, seating himself deeper in your throat so fast your nose hits his skin. His cock nudges a place you're not ready for, your throat seizing around him as your vision spots.
glk!- glkh- glk
Breath stuttering, lashes fluttering as he watches your throat struggle around him.
"T-there it is," he sighs, pleased in that infuriating, already-knew-it way he has. "Much more honest than whatever smart little comment you… were... hah… about to make. I clocked the exact wording, by the way. Would've been a good one."
You dig your nails into his thighs hard, a silent ‘go fuck yourself.’
The sound you make next — a humiliating, involuntary little choke — made you cringe… and him lose composure entirely.
Making Heizou moaned loudly, head tipping back, a low breathless "Ah–!" slipping out before he could catch it, olive eyes fluttering like your defiance knocked something loose in his chest he hadn't accounted for.
First thing he hadn't accounted for.
He stares back down at you, something flickering in his expression — recalculating. Then that grin returns, slower this time. More interested.
"Hm." His thumb drags your lip down, watching the spit string between skin. "You keep doing things I don't predict. Do you know how rare that is?"
Loosening the collar just enough for you to gasp—wrong move. Your pride flares, and you try to snap back, but all that comes out is a vibration against his cock, a choked mmph! that makes his hips jerk.
"Look at you," he says, catching a tear you didn't realize had fallen, holding it on his thumb like it's a clue. "Still fighting. Still dripping. And you think I can't tell which one you're more embarrassed about."
Then he's guiding your head back down—slow, but not merciful—letting his cock drag over every tender inch of your tongue while he keeps watching.
slrp!—mmph!—glk!
He follows the tremor in your thighs like a bloodhound.
Watches them press together, you pretending it's not happening. He clocked the exact moment your hips gave the smallest, traitorous twitch toward him.
"There it is.." quietly, to himself more than you, "You know~," he continues, tilting his head, "I wasn't planning to use more than one hand today. But you're so full of-” Then something warm slides between your knees. “-surprises.”
His foot.
The arch nudges your thighs apart, slow and so casual — like it's the obvious next logical step — exposing your soaked underwear to the cool air.
“Hm?” he coos, voice all faux-gentle mockery. "You're already this wet, and we're barely into the hypothesis."
His thumb traces idle circles on the leather strap. "Your body keeps contradicting itself. That's going to be a problem for you."
You try to shake your head — trembling, furious denial — but the collar stops the motion dead. His foot presses in, slow and deliberate, rubbing just enough friction against your panties to make your breath stutter out through your nose.
"You look furious," Heizou observes, voice soft with something worse than mockery — genuine fascination. "You should see your own face right now. You're trying so hard."
Foot rubbing in that same terrifying precision he puts into everything — deliberate circles right against your soaked panties. The pressure is perfect — teasing your swollen clit through the thin fabric while his cock stays buried deep in your throat.
"Every single time I discipline you," shaft still buried deep in your throat, foot working you toward something you're desperately trying not to give him, "your body does this. I've noted it. I have a very thorough record."
You try to grumble around him, but it only comes out as a wet, vibrating mmph that makes his length twitch on your tongue.
Heizou chuckles, low and delighted.
“Oh? You like that?” His foot moves faster, rubbing firm strokes up and down your dripping slit, toes curling to press right against your clit. “Look at you… trying so badly to glare at me while your pussy’s grinding against my foot like a desperate little whore.”
The combination is too much.
Your moan vibrates wildly around his length as your orgasm crashes through you — humiliating, what's worse is that he doesn't even look surprised.
"Mhm." He watches you shake apart with the quiet satisfaction of someone whose theory was confirmed exactly on schedule. "Right on time."
Not giving you a second to recover, his hips chase his own high with the same focused efficiency he does everything else, collar keeping you exactly where the evidence requires you to be.
With a low, unraveling moan — the least composed sound he's made all night — Heizou buries himself deep and cums.
He holds you through every pulse, breathing hard, that careful control finally fraying at the edges.
When he finally pulls back, thumb smearing across your swollen lip, he looks down at you with something that isn't quite the grin from earlier.
More like the face he makes when he's solved something that actually took effort.
"Good girl." Soft. Sincere, almost. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead — unhurried, like punctuation. "You know what the most interesting part of all of this is?"
Oh god
He tilts your chin up. "You already know exactly why you keep ending up here. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet."
Grinning, eyeing your trembling form. "I'll wait. I'm patient. I already know the answer."
He gives the collar one last gentle tug.
"Knick-knack.~"
🐊 KAZUHA — W.T.F.
“K-KAZUHA WHAT T-THE FUCKKK!—”
Your voice cracks–as he slams into you, deep-deep-deep, the force of it yanking your silk-bound wrists taut against the beam above. The ropes creak as your spine arches.
And Kazuha just watches, amber eyes half-lidded, like he’s admiring the way your body jolts with every thrust.
Fingers cave into your hips, digging past the surface, marking you obsessively. He drives home with a smoothness that shouldn't be this brutal, each roll of his body a new lesson in how much you can endure.
One thrust.
Two.
Counting the hitches in your chest, timing his pace to the exact second your breath fails you.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, voice soft as a lullaby. His hips snap forward—hard—and your gasp catches high in your chest, stuck.
“Is it the bindings?...” His thumb strokes your inner thigh, gently. “Or losing your Vision?”
He says it with a terrifying ease. He’d turned that stolen glass over in his palm earlier, eyes wide and worshiping, before tying you open and filling you.
Your body bounces with every stroke, helpless. “Hahh—!” spills out when he drags you down harder, his grip tightening, fingertips pressing deep enough to leave marks.
The pace picks up—smooth, controlled, relentless—like he’s chasing the sound of your breath shattering.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet smack of skin on skin echoes across the water, obscene.
“Easy…” his breath is a warm ghost against your skin, but his weight is a solid, punishing reality stretching you open. “You keep tightening around me like this—”
A particularly vicious thrust punches the air straight out of your lungs, leaving you hollow. “—I might think you enjoy it.”
“I DON’T—” The words snap out, hot and immediate, but they lose their edge halfway.
Something is failing in the back of your skull. Your thoughts are sluggish, stalling, sinking into a gray fog.
Behind him, the box pulses with a weak, dying rhythm—your Pyro Vision guttering out, its fire turning to ash. You wrench your eyes away because the sight of your own fading ambition is a physical ache.
Kazuha grinds into you, a slow, cruel pressure right where your nerves are rawest, before driving up with a sudden, jarring force.
“Nghh—FUCK—!” It spills out, unbidden. Kazuha just exhales a quiet laugh against your cheek.
You hate the scent of him—cedar and salt air.
Hate the softness of his hair, untouched by the violence of his hips.
Most of all, you hate the memory of the same hand currently bruising your hip, tucking a blanket around your shoulders this morning.
You were something precious then.
Now, you’re just a prize.
The hate is there, but it’s slipping through your fingers, dissolving into the void where your Vision used to be.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a low vibration in your ear as he thrusts deeper. Schlk…schlk…schlk filling you sends a forced heat racing up your spine. “-my songbird is one of a kind~.”
“KAZUHA I SWEAR TO ARCHONS-” But your voice cracks. The fury is a cavernous gap, feeling emptier by the second.
Another brutal snap of his hips makes your back arch, the beam above you groaning under the strain.
“I thought you’d want it like this,” puzzled, a quiet, private observation. He pouts—a look of pure, confused innocence—while his thumb traces a slow, heavy line up your clit. “You said I was always too soft.”
His shaft pulsed a deliberate, agonizing hesitation just to watch you squirm.
“So I figured…” Another thrust, deeper, meaner. “…you’d like it rough.”
You try to muster up the strength to glare holes into him, but you could only whimper in despair at the effects of not having your vision increase.
Kazuha tilts his head slightly, watching the way your wrists strain against the ropes like you’re testing whether the knots might suddenly grow merciful.
“I’m sorry,” voice dropping, quieter. Almost apologetic, “it has to be like this.”
The sorrow in his eyes is real. Genuine.
It changes absolutely nothing about the pace of his hips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as he adjusts his grip — one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your leg higher, spreading you wider.
You can feel it…the hollowness spreads slowly through your limbs like something being gently, methodically unplugged.
"Kaz..." Your voice comes out smaller than you want it to. "Kazuha, you said…hah y-you always said–"
"I know what I said." He says it softly, watching your face with that unbearable attentiveness, like he's memorizing something. "I meant it. Every word."
His hips roll forward, slow and thorough, and the sound that escapes you isn't angry at all. "I still mean it."
"Tch then why–"
"Because–" and here his composure cracks, "you were gunna to leave n' not come back- heh." fingers fondling your nipple, making you arch just perfectly into him as he pumps his thickened inches through every peak.
"And- I found," he continues, breathless now, white hair falling across his face as he drives deeper, "that I believe in your freedom–" thrust "completely–" thrust "except for that."
The boat sways, adding more force to his thrusts.
He chuckles darkly to himself, a tone you've never heard before. He swirls n' swirls his globular tip, the perfect rounded shape to press into your nerves.
And somewhere in the growing heaviness behind your eyes, you're realizing horribly, humiliatingly... that your hips have started moving back to meet him.
Kazuha notices it, his eyes going soft, reaching up to cup your cheek with a gentleness that has absolutely no friggin business being here right now.
"See?" like he's been waiting this whole time to say it. "Isn't this better than leaving?"
You don't answer, you can't tell anymore if the withdrawal is talking or something worse.
He angled slightly – deeper, more deliberate – and your whole body lurches forward with it, the ropes catching you, swinging you right back onto him.
Sloppy sounds fill up the whole cabin until there's no room for anything else. Including your thoughts.
They keep arriving slower now, holding more weight, and you're not sure if you can keep holding onto hate anymore.
Or even remember why you were so upset in the first place.
He feels it immediately – the shift in you. Kazuha has always been terrifyingly good at reading things.
Wind.
Weather...The exact moment you're about to stop denying him.
"Ah-" You gasp- he grinds into your poor, bruised g-spot. "I-i… m’still f-fuckin’ angryy–"
"Of course," kissing up your neck, he inhaled deeply, smiling against you, "You're allowed to be."
"That's not-" A whine punches out of you when he rolls his hips just so. "That's not what I– ngh– t-that's not the point!—"
"Then what is my love?"
And you open your mouth to tell him. You have the answer…you know you do, it was right there a moment ago, something about how wrong this is, something about him taking your vision, something about how this isn't what you wanted.
His shaft drags slowww and thoroughly across that spot inside you, and every single word dissolves.
"Hm~?" Kazuha waits expectantly as the thoughts leave your face, morphing into something that isn't guilt anymore.
"It's alright." He presses a kiss to your temple. "You don't have to say it."
…He's already decided, somewhere in that poetic, completely unwell little heart of his, that this is love. That this is the right thing, that you'll understand eventually.
"Fuhck- ah! Kazu—" hips rolling back to meet him before you even register doing it—He shivers a single tremor moving through that carefully composed body, his breath catching audibly.
His rhythm stutters for just a fraction of a second. And then it happens — the thing he's been holding back since he tied you in the boats for days now.
"Y-you feel—" He stops, then tries again. "You feel so—" he really can't finish it.
Those eyes have gone somewhere glassy and distant — still looking at you, but seeing something past the surface of you, something he's been navigating toward for a very long time-
Both arms wrapping around you, silk ropes and all, folding you into him like something he's been holding in his hands for years and is only now allowing himself to keep.
His cock pulses deep. His breath comes apart completely.
"Don't leave," he moans into your hair, and it’s not a request or a command either. He’s already made up his mind and refuses to be argued with. “Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't—"
Your mouth falls slack, and you bring what little energy you have to bite into your fist as you scream, cumming all over his shaft.
Your walls clenching around him, as a sound slipped out, one you're sure you’ll be embarrassed about later.
Kazuha grunts, a hand jumping to his mouth, trying not to be loud.
Juices connecting you two, losing the careful rhythm entirely, and then he's shuddering against you, spilling deep, face buried in your neck, lips moving against your skin in something that might be your name or might be an unhinged poem or both.
Your vision flickers once behind him…going out.
…
The boat rocks gently in the silence that follows, his arms wrapped around you, holding you softly.
After a long moment, you hear him sigh.
"Im sorry..." A pause. "I just thought this was kinder."
🐊 KINICH — Got his lick back
SMACK!
"AH—!"
The sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoes through the room like a hunter’s whip.
Your cry breaks out raw and humiliating, but Kinich doesn’t give you a second to breathe. His hand stays glued to the stinging flesh, squeezing hard enough to feel the heat bloom under his fingers while his other hand slides between your slick thighs.
“Spread.” Flat. Commanding. No room for argument.
You don’t.
So he forces you anyway — two fingers pushing past your dripping folds, stretching you open with that terrifying precision, curling right against the soft, spongy spot that makes your vision spark white.
The second your hips jerk forward to escape, his fist locks into your hair and yanks you right back onto his lap like a leash.
“Already this wet?” A low, almost thoughtful hum leaves him as he pulls his fingers free.
A thick, glossy string of your slick stretches between your hole and his fingertip, catching the low light.
“Running again… but your pussy keeps begging me to stay.”
You try to snap something back — anything — but he’s already lining up. The flared, swollen head of his cock nudges against your entrance once, twice, then pushes in with one merciless slide that steals every word from your throat.
“F-fuck- Kinich-!”
He bottoms out in one smooth glide, stretching you wide around his thick length until you feel him pressing right against the entrance of your womb.
Buried deep, letting your walls flutter and clench desperately around him while his breath ghosts hot against the back of your neck.
“You keep running,” he says quietly, almost thoughtfully, as he pulls back just enough to slam in again. The wet slap of skin on skin is filthy.
“Every time I tell you to stay. Every time you look at me like you’re already gone.”
SMACK!
Your body jerks hard at the next spank, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
Before you can crawl away, his arm hooks around your waist and hauls you right back down onto his cock, pinning you flat to the slick floor. The woven texture bites into your tits and stomach as he forces you to take every brutal inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls low, the first real crack in that calm tone.
His hips snap forward harder, cockhead smacking mercilessly into your cunt with every precise thrust. “You’re not leaving Natlan. Not again.”
Smooth, deep rolls of his hips that drag his veiny length along every sensitive ridge inside you. Your voice climbs higher, cracking on whimpers you can’t swallow down.
Drool slips from the corner of your mouth onto the floor while your thighs shake violently.
“Kinich-! puhleaseeee- it’s too much—”
“It’s not.” Another punishing thrust. “You can take it. You will.”
His hand snakes underneath you, fingers finding your swollen clit.
He pinches and rolls merciless little circles that have your walls clamping down around his cock like a vice. Your whole body seizes, pussy gushing slick down his length as he keeps fucking you through it.
“Don’t know why- Ngh-,” he rasps against your neck, voice fraying at the edges now, breath coming shorter. “Y’kept leaving me. Why ya- won’t stay put. ”
"Th-that's not— ah— that's not your problem!-"
"You made it my problem." A thrust that punches the air clean out of you. “So I found a solution. Gonna fill this tight little cunt until you’re swollen with my kid. Then you won’t have a choice.”
The words hit you like lightning. Your mind blanks for a second– “Wai-what—”
His cock swirls deep.
Pushing deeeep, his fingers pick up pace on your clit, dragging you toward something you've been denying this whole time, your walls fluttering desperately, your voice climbing so high it cracks—“No!- t-that’s genuinely insane!”
"It isn’t." He held a small, satisfied smile.
"That’s not a solution, that’s literally—fuckkkk!"
But your body betrays you completely, cutting you off. Your walls flutter wildly around him, milking his cock as a devastating orgasm rips through you.
You came hard, screaming into the floor, tears streaming, thighs clamping shut around his hand while your pussy spasms and gushes.
Kinich groans low, the sound raw and animalistic, the first time that perfect hunter composure truly fractures.
His hips stutter once, twice, then he buries himself to the hilt with a sharp snap, pressing so deep you swear you feel him in your throat.
“HNGH!—”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your womb — pulse after heavy pulse, so much and so warm it spills out around his pulsing cock almost instantly, smearing sticky and obscene between your bodies.
Grinding deep through every wave, slow and deliberate, like he’s determined to push every drop as far inside you as physically possible.
His arm stays locked tight around your middle, tattooed bicep flexing against your stomach, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“…Your body thinks it’s a perfect solution,” he breathes against your sweat-damp neck, voice hoarse but still terrifyingly calm. “Stop fighting it.”
You’re still shaking, still fluttering around his spent cock, when the reality crashes back in.
Tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes as you try to twist away from him, voice cracking with raw upset.
“No,” you choke out, voice hoarse and furious even while your pussy keeps weakly clenching around him like it’s trying to keep every drop he just gave you.
“I’m not getting pregnant. I’m not letting you trap me like this— you can’t just- you can’t-”
He doesn’t pull out.
If anything, Kinich sinks a little deeper, grinding the head of his cock against your overfilled cervix like he’s sealing it. His lips brush the shell of your ear, calm as ever, but the grip on your waist tightens possessively.
“You already are,” he stares, almost fondly. “Or you will be. Soon.”
You pushed him off hard, “Like hell–”
.
.
🐊
A month later, the humid air inside the Scions of Canopys midwife’s hut feels too thick to breathe.
You’re sitting on the low mat, knees drawn tight together like that might somehow undo everything, while the older woman hums softly and presses careful fingers along your lower belly.
Nausea still clings to the back of your throat. Your breasts ache. Certain smells make you want to retch.
You already know what she’s going to say.
Your captor behind you like a silent sentinel — arms loosely crossed, green-gold eyes half-lidded but missing nothing.
The midwife finally sits back on her heels, expression unreadable for a long beat.
“Congratulations! You're expecting,” she says, no question in her voice, your stomach dropping.
“It seems you're a month along, oh! The baby is healthy…you would be due…”
As the midwife drones on and on, pointing at the chart, you craned your head to glare at Kinich meeting his expectant gaze.
His expression, for once, was readable, and it only conveyed one thing:
‘You can deny it all you want, you’re stuck.’
🐊 LOHEN — Denial is a river
“LOHEN LET ME DOWN—YOU DONE LOST YO MIND.”
You thrashed wildly, hanging upside down from the thick rope coiled tight around your ankle.
The world swayed in sickening circles, blood rushing straight to your head while your own heartbeat hammered in your ears.
Dignity? Gone. Long gone.
Meanwhile, Lohen was losing his shit.
Full-body, stomach-clenching laughter poured out of him as he bent over, one hand braced on his knee, as if he might actually collapse from how hilarious you were.
Red eyes squinted with pure delight, tears pricking at the corners while he wheezed.
“HA- holy shit!-” He dragged in a gasping breath, still grinning like a maniac. “You really walked straight into that one. Fuck, you’re adorable.~”
He finally straightened up and stalked closer, head tilted as he studied your flushed, upside-down face.
That manic little smile curled slowly and hungrily across his lips, one that promised nothing good.
“You actually thought you could escape me?” he cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Cute. Real cute.”
You glared hard enough to burn holes through him.
Lohen only stepped even closer, until he was right in front of your swaying body.
Two fingers reached out and squished your cheeks together like you were some grumpy little creature he’d caught.
“Look at that face,~” he sang, eyes sparkling with pure unhinged joy.
You jerked your head and sank your teeth into his thumb — hard.
A low, genuine, filthy sound punched straight out of his chest. His eyes fluttered, lashes kissing his cheeks.
You pulled back, staring at him in pure disgust and disbelief.
He stared right back, looking almost surprised at himself for half a second… before that wild grin crawled back onto his face, twice as wide.
“Fuck I think I just came a bit…Do that again.”
This fucking freak
His hand finds your face again - cradles it, almost, which was somehow more unsettling than if he'd gripped it.
Thumb pressing into your cheek while your head kept spinning, and the rope creaked above you.
“You’re turning such a pretty shade.~” voice soft and sweet like poison. “Wow, are ya really that happy I’m touching you?”
“YOU PSYCHOTIC LITTLE—”
“Mhm,” Lohen cut you off smoothly, not even listening. His eyes dragged over you slowly and warmly, completely shameless. “Most people would’ve seen the rope, y’know,” he said, like you weren’t literally hanging upside down from his trap.
“Well, most people aren’t being fucking hunted-”
“Nope.” His thumb traced the line of your jaw, gentle and obsessive all at once.
“Just you… ‘cause iiiii loooove yooouuu.~” He drew the words out in that obnoxious, singsong way that made your skin crawl and your stomach flip at the same time.
You rolled your eyes so hard it made you dizzy.
Lohen hummed, tilting his head as he watched you sway.
That dangerous little smile never left his face while he tapped one finger against his chin like he was thinking.
“Now~” he purred, smirk widening with wicked promise.
“How should we fix that nasty little attitude of yours…?”
Fuck
.
.
🐊
“Cmon what are ya waitingggg forrr?”
You’re straddling him, completely humiliated, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you while he lounges back like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.
Hands tucked lazily behind his head, mint-green hair splayed wild across the grass, that damn beauty mark crinkling as he grins up at you with pure psychotic delight.
You’re not moving.
Not one fucking inch, half out of overstimulation, half out of pure spite.
SMACK!
His palm cracks hard across your ass, the sharp sting making you jerk upward with a broken yelp.
The sudden movement drags your dripping walls along every veiny inch of him, Lohen moaning loud and shameless beneath you, biting his lips like he just tasted heaven.
“There ya gooo~” he coos, voice syrupy sweet with fake innocence. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I fuckin’ hate you—”
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, low and wheezy, eyes sparkling as he tracks every furious twitch on your face. “You gonna move properly, or do I gotta smack that pretty ass red again?”
You barely move.
Slow. Grudging.
The most resentful little roll of your hips that’s ever existed.
Throwing his head back he bursts into loud, unhinged laughter. “HAHAAH— fuck, look at you! So madddd~ So fucking upset and still creaming all over my cock.”
“Are you deadass right now-? Of course I’m mad-!”
“Faster.”
“What—?”
“Faster,” he repeats helpfully, tilting his head with that manic little grin. “You’re going reeeaaally slow, baby. My dick’s getting bored.”
You’re going to kill him.
Fuck it.
You’re going to cum and then kill him.
But your cunt says otherwise, pussy fluttering and sucking greedily around his thick length, no matter how much you glare at him.
Lohen’s eyes darken with hungry delight. He suddenly sits up, arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands, yanking you down flush against his chest.
Shaft grinding deep, bullying right against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision spark white.
“F—fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, that primal edge slipping into his voice. “One more, yeah? Just one more f'me, pretty thing.”
“Lohen, you’ve said that,” You batted your eyes, fighting the pleasure, “-for hours, lemme go!”
“Mmm, doesn’t sound like an answer,” he purrs, rolling his hips up in a filthy, precise way that makes your toes curl. “Doesn’t sound like you’re saying no to me.”
He doesn’t even wait for your reply.
His forearms hook under your thighs, spreading you wide open like a ragdoll as he starts rutting up into you harder.
Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air with every thrust — squelch-squelch-squelch — his cockhead kissing your cervix over and over like he’s trying to knock right through it.
“Hm? Hah- mmph!, seems like someone agrees with me.~” he laughs breathlessly against your ear, nipping at the shell with sharp teeth. “Your pussy’s the one begging for more. Greedy little thing keeps gulping me down like she never wants me to leave.~”
You try to squirm, try to plant your feet and lift off him even a little, but Lohen just tightens his grip and fucks up into you even meaner, bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing.
“Hahhh?? Running again~?” he tuts, voice mockingly sweet. “Nahhh, we still got s’much more rounds to go, baby. Five? Or is it six? I lost count already.”
Your mind was blanking out; you've been doing this for so long, you couldn’t even form coherent sentences. “Fuh- no- mgh- I’m d-done!”
"Your pussy's not done~."
“My- p-puhssy–! Don’t getta vote!” You shatter instantly — eyes rolling back, a broken scream ripping out of you as your sixth orgasm crashes through your exhausted body.
Lohen screams loudly while your walls milk him tight, but he doesn’t stop.
“Ohh-Fuck fuck fuck! Here’s ah!- another one, baby!-” Cumming hard with you, filling you up - he keeps thrusting through your high, chasing every last flutter like a man possessed.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your already overstuffed cunt. Grinding deeper, chasing every last flutter like a man completely possessed.
“Mmm—hah, there it is,~” he moans happily, beauty mark crinkling as he grins against your sweat-slick neck. Mint-green hair sticks to his forehead, messy and wild. “Good girl. That wasn’t for you, though~ That was all for this pretty pussy of mine.”
You’re sobbing now, chest heaving, body twitching uncontrollably in his lap. But Lohen just keeps bouncing you on his still-hard cock, slow and filthy, like he could do this forever.
“And she’s telling me…” he drawls, voice sing-song dropping into something darker, more dangerous, lips brushing your ear, “that you can handle three more.♡”
You flop forward against his chest, boneless and whimpering, barely able to hold yourself up. “A-asshole… h-hate you…”
Lohen’s manic laughter rings in your ear as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, never once letting his cock slip out of your spasming heat.
“Keep fighting it, baby. Keep telling me how much you hate me.” He leans down, eyes glowing with lovesick affection as he starts pounding you into the grass. “Makes my dick so fucking hard when you lie like that.”
You cry out, nails raking down his back as he folds you nearly in half, knees pressed to your chest.
Every thrust is loud, messy, obscene — the constant squelch of his cum being fucked deeper into you, the slap of skin, your broken sobs mixing with his breathless laughter.
“Look at her,” he coos, glancing down between your bodies where his cock disappears into your puffy, cream-filled pussy. “Still sucking me in so hungrily. Seems like she doesn’t wanna let go, does she?”
“Stop- I can’t-!!”
“You can,” he laughs softly, leaning down to bite your bottom lip. “And you will. ‘Cause every time you say you’re done… this cute cunt just begs for more.”
Picking up speed, pounding you into the grass with relentless, mind-melting strokes. Staring straight into your tear-filled eyes, beauty mark crinkling with that same unhinged grin.
“Three more, f’me baby. Then maybe- maybe I’ll let ya rest.~” His hands push your legs up to your head, angling deeper, making your eyes roll.
“Or maybe I’ll just keep going until you forget how to say the word ‘no’ at all.~”
🐊 LYNEY — Hole dirtier than laundry!
You're so sure you're going to fucking suffocate at this rate.
Lyney’s perched on your face like he weighs nothing, knees planted on either side of your head in the middle of his messy bed, sheets already twisted and half-pulled off the mattress.
That skimpy little lingerie set he’d been hiding under his coat all evening still clinging to his slender frame—purple lace stretched taut over his flushed cock, the thin strap of the thong shoved to the side so his pretty, leaking hole could sit right against your mouth.
The fabric’s soaked through already and so is he.
He’d wanted this for weeks.
The filthy thought had lived rent-free in that pretty head of his ever since the first time you turned your face away from his goodnight kiss.
Then again, when you shoved his hand off your waist.
Then again, when you told him to “fuck off” like it was nothing.
Every denial made it worse.
He got nervous—actually nervous—thinking you’d hate it.
That you’d push him off and call him disgusting for wanting something so selfish, so greedy.
But tonight you’d denied him one too many times, pushed him away with that same cold little glare, and this was the perfect excuse.
Discipline
Clean. Simple.
He could finally do it and blame you for making him snap.
Except he's the one losing his breath — soft, shaky exhales spilling from those painted lips every time your tongue brushes against his rim. That carefully constructed composure dissolves, piece by piece, every time you move beneath him.
“Mmmh—!” He grinds down harder, your hands flailing against his thighs, nails digging into lace and soft skin. “Cat got your tongue, mon amour~?”
His voice is all theatrical breathiness, that signature charm cracking at the edges.
Shifting his weight just enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath, only to sink back down again — ass firmly planted on your face, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles.
The wet heat of his hole drags over your lips, your tongue, smearing slick and lube everywhere.
The sound Lyney makes when you're forced to lick him is loud enough that the entire wing's probably filing a noise complaint right now.
Ash-blond hair with that tiny braid falls messily around his face, violet eyes fluttering shut, cat-like pupils blown wide.
“F-fuck… just like- that!—ngh!”
His slender fingers fist the sheets above your head, hips twitching every time your tongue pushes inside.
“D-didn’t think you’d be so… eager to clean me up after all those- ah! Nasty words you threw at me this week. You sure you didn’t want this?~”
He laughs breathless, a little unhinged—and the sound melts into another whimper when you suck on his rim trying to get air.
The lingerie thong keeps slipping back into place, and he has to keep tugging it aside with shaky fingers, the lace now completely drenched.
"Haah — look at you. Flailing around.~" Another slow grind, deliberate and mean, his cock twitching hard against the lace as it leaks onto his stomach. "But you're not pushing me off, are you? No… you're licking deeper. Mmph!~."
You thrash hard, punching at his thighs, trying to get this sick man off your face. He either mistakes it for enthusiasm or simply doesn't care — the effect is the same.
His thighs shake harder, athletic muscles flexing as he rides your tongue with more urgency. That guarded side is completely gone.
Replaced by something rawer.
The need to be wanted so badly that it overrides everything else.
"Keep going, mon amour," he pants, voice pitching higher, "because if you stop — hngh — I swear I'll sit here until morning. Until you forget every nasty word you said to me… and only remember this."
His fingers thread into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your face exactly where he wants it.
Not until he’s satisfied. Not until you’re his again—completely.
He can feel it building — hot, coiling, dangerous. And he refuses to finish like this, not when he hasn't taken everything.
With a shaky laugh that doesn't quite hide the edge beneath it, Lyney finally lifts off your face — justttt enough for you to drag in a ragged breath, spit and slick smeared across your lips.
Lungs burning as you try to speak—“Lyney, wait—” and before you can get a single word out-
His cock impales your mouth in one smooth thrust—thick, leaking, stretching your lips wide around the base of his shaft.
You choke instantly, eyes watering, the sudden fullness reducing every word you had to a wet gluck-gluck-gluck.
His thighs lock firmly beside your head. "Mmmph — there we go." He rocks into your throat with shallow, greedy thrusts, voice dropping as his face disappears between your thighs. "That's it. Let me feel how sorry you are."
Leaning down his tongue is immediate and merciless — lapping, sucking, flicking over your clit with a precision that feels almost unfair.
One hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise. The other presses flat against your stomach, pinning you exactly where he wants you.
You push at his hips, a muffled protest vibrating around his length — he just rolls deeper, unhurried, his cock fucks your mouth in the same rhythm.
The room echoes with the wet sounds of him thrusting into your throat, mixed with the slurps of his mouth on your cunt.
"Don't- fight it, mon amour," he groans against your spreaded folds, the words vibrating straight into your core. "You don't get to push me away anymore. Not after all those mean words."
He sucks hard on your clit, hips stuttering as he holds back his own orgasm. "Not after telling me to leave like I'm nothing."
The lace thong is still tangled around his balls, rubbing against the bridge of your nose with every shallow thrust. His tongue curls, teasing your entrance before plunging inside—matching the way his cock bullies the back of your throat.
Your moans of reluctant protest are drowned out by his cock, completely overstimulated by how much of him you're feeling at once.
Every thrust pushes him deeper, every swirl of his tongue makes your legs shake. Whimpering into your cunt, the sound vibrating through you, but the words that slip out between licks are pure silk-wrapped venom.
"If I have to do this every night until you stop denying me—" A sharp suck on your clit. "—then I will."
His cock throbs heavily on your tongue. "I'll keep you right here. Until the only thing you know how to do is stay."
You try to pull off—hands slapping at his hips, a broken sob ripping from your throat around his shaft—but he just angles deeper.
The filthy gluck-gluck-gluck of him fucking your mouth fills your brain, your eyes streaming tears that mix with the spit dripping down your chin.
And he doesn’t stop, tongue lashes harder between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth with a lewd pop! before flattening it again.
Mean. Possessive. Trying to pull your orgasm out by force.
Your thighs shake around his head, hips jerking up involuntarily as the pressure coils tighter-too much, too fast, too-
You cum with a shattered cry that vibrates straight down his cock.
Creamy slick gushes over his tongue, thighs clamping around his ears, and Lyney moans like he’s the one breaking. Holding himself right there on the edge—cock twitching wildly in your throat—until your walls start fluttering hard.
“F-fuck—ngh, that’s it—give it to me-”
His cock pulses hard on your tongue, swelling thicker, and then he’s cumming too.
Rope after rope shoots straight down your throat, thick and hot, until you’re choking on it, coughing up his seed around the length still buried between your lips.
He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps shallow-thrusting through it, forcing you to swallow every drop while he drinks you down like he’s dying of thirst.
The room spins. Your lungs burn. Tears won’t stop. While Lyney stays there a second longer, chest heaving, hips still twitching with the aftershocks.
Panting, he eased cock from your mouth with a slurp!
Strings of cum and spit connect your swollen lips to his tip. Lyney watches it break with half-lidded violet eyes, his cheek flushed red.
You’re still sobbing softly, chest heaving, when he finally flips around. He curls over you, pressing soft kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, your trembling lips, like he didn’t just fuck your face and sit on you for "punishment".
“Shhh… mon amour,” he whispers, voice sweet as sugar, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “See? Wasn’t so bad. You took me so well… my perfect little assistant.”
Lyney's fingers thread back into your hair, holding you there as he nuzzles against your neck.
“You’re not going anywhere tonight.” A soft, theatrical little laugh brushes your ear.
“Or tomorrow.”
He kisses the corner of your mouth, tasting himself on you.
“Or ever.”
🐊 XIAO — Bite first. Regret later
BAM!
"I'm leaving- ” The wall meets your back before you finish the sentence. “-Xiao. I mean it this–"
The impact rattled your teeth, your breath was punched clean out of your lungs, he was just across the room, teleporting in a haze of green and black, shoving you against the wall.
Another sharp gasp to follow when Xiao drove into you again, deeper, meaner, like he was trying to carve his place inside you permanently.
This is the problem.
This has always been the problem.
He doesn't talk to you, doesn't tell you he needs you, doesn't acknowledge what this even is, what you are to him — just pulls you close when it gets too heavy and expects that to be enough.
Weeks of silence.
Weeks of watching him look straight through you like you're something precious he refuses to name because naming it would make it real, and real things can be taken away.
You're exhausted.
Your legs stayed locked tight around his narrow waist, thighs trembling violently.
"I—" You push at his shoulders. He doesn't move. "Stop. I said I'm leaving—"
The only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall was his iron grip on your ass, fingers imprinting in so deep you knew they’d leave bruises shaped like his hands for days.
Xiao doesn’t respond, no words, or explanation — just eyes burning with determined focus
The tattoo on his arm bleeds green into the dark.
"Let me go." Flat. Furious. You dig your nails in hard. "I- ah! Mean it! I'm n-not doing this anymore, I can't keep– pretending-!"
He looks at you.
Amber eyes completely unguarded for once — staring at you like you've already got one foot out the door and he's watching it happen and he still, still cannot make himself say the words that would fix it. Jaw locked tight, breathing ragged.
Hitting that little spot inside you, your whole argument stutters. "That's not—"
You try to hold onto the thread of it. "That's not good enough, you can't just — this doesn't fix anything—"
He drives deeper. Your back hits the wall harder.
"Xiao!"
Nothing.
Just that devastating eye contact and the brutal, relentless pace of him, he's decided if he can't say it, he'll just make you feel it instead.
Your nails rake down his arms. "Oh-! This is- fuck! Insane. Shit! Your hurtin!- You can't keep doing this and expect me to stay!-" You twist, trying to get leverage.
His hand wraps around your throat, forehead dropping to yours, eyes closing, and he stays there breathing hard while his hips find a slower, deeper angle that makes your vision dissolve at the edges.
The weight of his karmic debt presses down on the room like a physical thing. Ozone and something older, darker, filling your lungs with every breath.
You're furious, shaking, and overwhelmed.
But believe it or not, he was terrified of hurting you.
And yet he couldn’t stop.
"Shit, what do you want from me!?"
Instead of answering, he just bites down on your throat instead. Sharp. Claiming. So suddenly, your whole body arches into him against every intention you had.
A broken sound tears out of you—high and pathetic—and you immediately hate yourself for letting it slip.
Teeth sinking in harder, not enough to break skin but enough to mark, enough to own, and your cunt clenches around him so violently it makes him stutter.
Yanking you up higher, forcing your back to scrape against the wall, making you cry out in pain- as he drives in deeper.
The anger frays at the edges where the pleasure keeps burning straight through—white-hot and unforgiving.
“I h-hate you-” you gasp. Not true. Completely not true, and you both know it.
“You’re so—” Another broken moan cuts you off, raw and humiliating. “Infuriating.”
He makes a sound against your neck. Low. Pained. Even that tiny admission costs him something precious.
Still nothing.
You’re crying now—angry tears spilling hot and fast down your face, your body betraying you completely as he drives you up the wall again and again.
Each thrust shoves you higher toward something you don’t want to give him.
“Please,” you break, hating how small and wrecked it comes out. “Please just say it. Tell me you need me. Tell me I’m—that I’m yours, that this means something, that you’re not just going to let me disappear one day and feel nothing—” His entire body goes rigid.
Exhaling, his hand slides from your throat to cradle the back of your head.
His forehead presses so hard to yours it almost hurts, eyes squeezed shut, hips grinding deep and slow and devastatingly deliberate now.
Every roll of his hips drags his cock against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision spark white.
He still doesn’t say it, waiting for you to say exactly what he wants to hear.
Xiao pulls you in so tight you can’t tell where he ends, and you begin anymore. Your breast presses hard against his chest, breath coming in short gasps from how tight he’s holding you, bruises already beginning to bloom.
Maybe...
“I’m staying,” you whisper, defeated, wrecked, voice cracking on every syllable. “I-i’m yours. I’m not leaving. Just—don’t let go.”
The sound he makes is quiet.
Devastated and relieved in a way that breaks your heart a little. He comes with his face buried in your neck, shaking hard, one arm locked around your waist like even now he doesn’t trust you won’t vanish.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood you—spurt after spurt—while his teeth stay sunk into your throat, muffling the broken groan that vibrates against your skin.
He keeps rolling through it, slow and possessive, making sure every drop stays deep inside you.
Afterward, the room is just breathing. Heavy. Sticky. Charged. Then, so quiet it barely exists:
“…Again.”
Not another round, you know that.
He wants to hear it again—the words he can’t say himself, confirmed in your voice, real and present and not leaving.
“I’m yours, Xiao.” You press your lips to his temple, voice hoarse and trembling. “I’m staying.”
His grip tightens instantly. Fingers digging back into your ass, cock still buried to the hilt and twitching inside you like it’s trying to root there forever.
Xiao still doesn’t say it back; you already know how he feels.
The dark, suffocating truth that settles in the quiet—in the iron grip of his arms and the door you both know he’d never let you reach—is that staying was never really your choice to make.
It stopped being your choice a long time ago.
…Some sick, exhausted piece of you doesn’t even want the choice anymore.
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Description: Y/N's heat officially starts and Chan feels weird about going to work. It's okay though, because Hyunjin and Felix are home to help
[warnings: slick eating (like a ton), cum/slick play, threesome, male x male, knotting, face sitting, oral (Felix receiving), fingering, filthy kissing, piv, no protection, mentions of birth control, dirty talk, low-key avocado hate, alphas: Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jeongin/omegas: Minho, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, general omega verse antics]
read part 1 here!!
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a/n: hiiii again!! so this time I wasn't trying to stop before it got too long, but I did feel bad that it was taking me a thousand years to post, so more to come! I hope a hyunlix threesome can make you happy until the full blown orgy!! I think I added everyone to the tag list right again but forgive me if I messed it up! And thank you all for such nice comments :-) it really makes me happy I wasn't expecting anyone to like it!! I just had poly omega verse skz worms that needed to be unleashed hehe. hope you enjoy it!
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Chan's knot has been sensitive all day.
At least the area around it has been. It always is, when his omegas are in heat; it's like his body was preparing to pop one at a moment's notice, so it just stayed ready, in a slight limbo. Which has never been a problem before when it's someone in his pack -- as a unit, and despite how difficult it could be to coordinate, all of them would take off when someone in the pack was going through their mating cycle. Maybe not for the whole week, but for at least a couple of days, when they would be in the thick of it. Then Chan's knot was ready to go for whoever wanted it -- whether it be the omega (or 2, or 3, or 4) in heat (sometimes their cycles matched up), or any of his other mates that wanted to be knotted (sometimes Hyunjin liked to be knotted. Changbin too, if he was in the mood, and Hyunjin himself had been trying to convince Jeongin that it feels good for alphas too, but he's still a bit reluctant).
It does become a problem, however, when he's stuck at work.
Regarding heat and ruts, that normally wouldn't matter. He worked in music production, which led to relatively flexible hours as long as he met his deadlines. If he needed a Tuesday off, then he could just crack through an all-nighter on a Wednesday to make up for it. He makes his own hours, for the most part, which is beneficial to being the pack alpha, so he can be around when necessary. And it was possible to take his work home too, both a blessing and a bother, because he could bring the work home all he wanted, but whether or not his mates would let him actually work on it was up for debate.
Still, whenever one of his mates needed him, Chan was there in a heartbeat. Even if he couldn't be, he knew that there were at least six others who could take care of whoever needed him until he could get there. Though that never does cease the restless feeling in his body, until he can get home, and in that regard, he's pretty useless at work anyway, with his mind far away (in his nest, with his pack), so he might as well just be home.
But he was the one who made a big fuss about their schedules and what it would look like trying to take care of an additional omega's heat with such short notice -- so he felt like he had to go. Especially since the others (save for Felix, who suspiciously had the next week off, and Hyunjin, who straight up just admitted he called out) had been going to work diligently, no matter how badly they wanted to stay with her. It wouldn't have been fair for him to stay when he'd all but encouraged and insisted at the beginning that they try to continue their days as normally as they could (granted this was before he'd experienced her purring, so. . .).
He thought it would be easier, though, since she wasn't his mate. At least, he didn't suspect it to feel so close to that gape in his body when he had to leave the nest for even a moment when Minho was in his heat. Or the way it felt like swallowing rocks to leave a pouting Jeongin shuddering and biting into his pillow when he'd tired all their omegas (and Hyunjin) out – to go get water. Not to mention when Changbin fusses at him with teary eyes for leaving him before he'd woken up (his mates were very open and vulnerable with their emotions at all times, which is really nice, since Chan had trouble doing the same -- they inspire him to be just as open).
All this to say, he thought that he would be able to go to work and actually get some things done. He should have been suspicious as soon as he woke up to find that she'd left his bed, and it felt like waking up without his pillow; he knew he wasn't going to be normal. A pout had fixed on his mouth as soon as he started his day, trying to tell himself that it was okay if she left bed before he had woken up. He snores pretty badly, especially on his back, so he's sure that must have pulled her from sleep. Or, in the fashion of the other day, one of his mates might have come to seek her out early in the morning to eat and cuddle. There had been faint traces of Minho's scent in his room, mixed a little bit with Jisung. Maybe they had sought her out.
And instead of just getting ready for his day and accepting that he woke up alone, Chan does go ahead and check each and every room for her. Starting with Jeongin's room (and finding Hyunjin sleeping, sprawled out and with half his body out of the covers, while Jeongin was scrolling idly through his phone), then Jisung's (who was snuggled up with Felix, like two small animals huddling for warmth -- Chan felt his heart urge him to crawl into bed with them), and Changbin was in Seungmin's room (there's no surprise there either -- except for the fact that Seungmin was still asleep, because he's usually awake by this time; having an omega in heat in the house does change some things, though).
As he opened Minho's door, he remembered the others accusing him of monopolizing his time with her. So he actually wasn't too surprised to see the two of them in there, surrounded in a tiny nest on his bed (a nest they would eventually relocate to the nesting room, as they always did), and it seemed like Y/N had been pilfering items of clothing from everyone. There was a small pile on Minho's reading chair (or "cuck" chair, as Felix had lovingly referred to it once), but Y/N seemed to have gotten distracted, stuffed under Minho's shirt instead. And Minho had his glasses on, watching something on his phone that he paused with a tap to the screen.
"I found this thief rummaging through closets and hampers this morning," he told him, "Then she came in here and fell back asleep. I’d be concerned with how much she’s sleeping if I didn’t know Jisung -- I hardly suspect she'll be as much of a brat though."
Chan felt at ease after finding them. Everyone in his pack. . .in the house, he meant -- had been accounted for, which settled something deep in his bones.
"Do you think it'll start today?" Chan inquired, because beyond the clear scenting that had taken place in there, Y/N's scent is far sweeter in Minho’s room than it has been thus far -- like a citrus-y dessert. It wasn't cloying, but he could taste it on his tongue, swallow it down to his belly.
Minho hummed, nodding, "I'm surprised it didn't start yesterday," he admitted, "I was looking into it though -- omegas like her. It has something to do with like. . .genes that date back thousands of years: the purring, the need for a pack, apparently even sleeping up under the shirt too. They’re things that most omegas got rid of, over centuries, the less a pack was needed." He started to trace designs on her shoulder, "When she was lucid enough for me to poke her brain, she mentioned always being like this, though. Both her parents are omegas too, so I'm sure that has something to do with it. It's just interesting," he sighed, softly, "I don't want to leave her today, but it's too late for me to get a class covered."
Chan nodded in agreement, "I'm. . .having trouble too," he admitted, because he could only admit this to Minho, "Who will be here?"
"Felix and Hyunjin," he plucked at his lip with his free hand, "Jeongin should be getting home early today too, so it isn't like she'll be alone, but-- you know. It feels wrong to leave her."
"I -- yes," he agreed again, "I feel. . .weird about it."
"Don't." A voice, muffled, comes from underneath Minho's shirt. He and Minho both stare at each other with wide eyes for a second, startled she’d been eavesdropping, as Minho carefully takes the hem of his shirt and peels it up, revealing Y/N (who was very much awake). She pushes up a little but not entirely off Minho's belly, "Feel bad -- don't," she shook her head, "I'll be okay," she nodded then, and Chan could see the amount of effort she was putting into getting the words out again -- just like she did last night with him. It made his heart too tender and soft; malleable for her. "I'll nest and wait for you to come home."
Minho is the first to speak, sighing softly when he went to cradle her cheek, "Yeah? Yongbokkie will be here to take care of you, kitty," he murmured, running his thumb over her soft skin, "Hyunjin too, but I think you'll be taking care of him more than vice versa. He gets so scent drunk when one of us is in heat."
Y/N tilted her head back down and nuzzled into Minho's stomach, rubbing her head back and forth like an actual cat -- and had her purrs coming out like one too. Chan decided he had to leave then or he'd miss the window where his alpha would allow it. So he told them that he had to go, and high-tailed it out of there before she could look at him and change his mind.
So that's where he's at. He was already struggling through his day the moment it started, and then on top of that, Yongbok and Hyunjin are cruel, cruel creatures. His phone has been buzzing all day, non-stop, and he doesn't have it in himself to ignore what they're sending, despite knowing it would make him more miserable. Because what if they needed him? What if there was an emergency? What if Y/N's heat was more than they could handle alone, and he needed to come home immediately?
Hyunjin
pleaseeee, i need her always
so pretty
cute
i wanna crawl inside of her
Seungmin
Stop being a freak
. . .Send pictures
Jisung
Yeah, SEND NUDES NOW!!!!!
DON'T GATEKEEP 😤
I NEED THEM
Felix
Didn't take pics of her bc we didn't discuss before
took some of hyunjinne tho
look how wet his mouth is
guess what it's from
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Changbin
I'm going to pass out 😣
Felix
Go on, guess, guess, guess, guess
Hyunjin
Yongbok and Y/N taste so good together
need to put their slick in jars for later use
Minho
I can't believe I left my sweet kitty with two degenerates
Tell her I'll be home soon to save her
Did you give her the fruit I sliced this morning
Felix
ye ye
she and jinnie are sharing strawberries rn
she keeps turning her nose at the avocado tho I don't think she likes it
Minho
force feed her, she needs the fiber and oleic acids
Jisung
😧
Jeongin
enough.
I CAN'T THINK, my phone has been going off every three seconds
tell noona I'll be home in an hour
Chan all but slams his head down into his arms on the table in front of him, knocking into his keyboard and adding a reverb that didn't belong.
It was only 10 AM. This day was going to drag.
. . .
Felix loved omegas, and he loved being an omega.
He doesn't know why. Maybe it's because he had an upbringing that was very omega-positive; despite both of his parents being betas, they were very supportive in his presentation and did everything they could to help him transition into life as an omega. From finding him groups to be a part of, screening online forums, and contacting family members who were also omegas. They made sure he was surrounded by people who not only shared his subgender but also loved it too.
Anyway, he's always loved it, and he loves them. He loves his alpha mates, too, of course, more than anything in the world. It's just a different type of love that he has for his omegas.
Which is why he was so adamant that Y/N join them for her heat.
It hadn't been his first time hearing her discuss it. Of course, his sweet friend was always so self-sacrificing (like someone else he knew closely), and very dismissive of her own problems. She'd told him her heats weren't great all the time, but had downplayed it severely. Actually, he remembers her describing it along the lines of, "Yeah, you know, they're crampy, I'm hot, making everything sticky -- the usual."
Felix always had a feeling that she wasn't being super honest, since her heats would take her out of commission for like two weeks (sometimes even three). The heat itself was never that long, but the recovery time always seemed sort of lengthy and horrible. He and Minho had brought her meals a couple of times after the worst of it was over, and the sight of her always made his heart ache. With bags under her swollen eyes and lips bitten dry and red, sometimes she'd even have bite marks on her arms like she'd been trying to quiet herself. Still, she was always smiling, acting like it wasn't that bad.
"Thank you so much, you really didn't have to," she told them, when Minho would set the food (warmed up on the stove) in front of her, "I feel bad that you came out of your way."
"No talking, just eating," Minho would always silence her, stuffing the chopsticks in her mouth with a bite of whatever it was he'd made for her (typically something hearty, with a lot of mind paid to ingredients that would help repair her body), "Yongbok tell her about that awful game you're keeping Hyung up at night yelling over."
So when she finally admitted that they were bad enough, her doctor was concerned, and that she needed to be with a pack -- he was over the moon. He'd offered his help to her a couple of times, but he could sense she turned him down because he was mated, and she was always worried about overstepping boundaries and all of that. It's why they had to initiate the scenting with her most of the time.
He both does and doesn't feel bad for snapping at Chan when they had her muted. Chan is a good person, and he's an amazing pack alpha who is always so concerned with the welfare and both physical and mental well-being of his mates. Almost to a fault, at times, where he forgets that there are other people out there who can need the same amount of love and attention. He'd been so concerned about what everyone would think that he hadn't been considering the distressed omega on the other line, finally asking for help. But he didn't know the history of it -- Felix realized that later, after talking it through with Seungmin in his carefully curated nest (Seungmin makes the best nests out of everyone). He'd never discussed with Chan that he suspected her heats were worse than she'd admitted. So how was he supposed to know?
Still, he needed to know how serious it was, and for that reason, Felix is glad that he stood up for her as intensely as he did.
Y/N fits in perfectly with them always, but even more so like this. A lot of omegas handle heat differently; a hormonal shift accompanied by the overbearing warmth that filled the body was not for the faint of heart. Every omega in his pack has similar but different responses to their cycles, and it has taken a long time to get everyone's varying needs and wants in order.
Minho is extra snuggly leading up to his heat. He is quite snuggly in general, but in secret -- private cuddles in his nest or quiet nuzzling on the sofa while he watches something with you are his preferred methods. But before his heat and during, anyone, anywhere, at any time could have their arms full of their pouty cat hyung, grumbling something about them moving too much and to stay still before he "makes them". He starts making his nest a couple days before as his instincts dictate, and he typically "allows" Chan to prep his heat meals (by allowing, he means sitting in the kitchen and watching with a keen eye while he cooks -- but if anyone is capable of dealing with a hormonal Minho who doesn't have control in his kitchen -- it's Chan). During his heat, he likes to be knotted several times the first day, even if he's sore and achy afterward. He prefers staying locked together for a while (which is what Innie is good for -- his knots never go down quickly), and he likes it when he has someone to sit on his face -- omega or alpha, he doesn't care. He likes to shower at least once during the three days -- otherwise, he'll tolerate being wiped down if he's too weak to stand for too long.
Seungmin is a little more particular about his heats. Like Minho, he begins rummaging through their mates' closets, drawers, and hampers a couple of days before it should hit fully. He keeps them safe in his room, in a container made specifically for safekeeping the clothes, pillows, and blankets he plans on using. He's a little moody but he's quiet about it; the only reason Felix can ever tell is because his sweet face is all pouted, and his forehead is scrunched, but the softness in which he speaks doesn't alter too much (at least with Felix -- the same cannot be said for Changbin, who swears that Seungmin is the biggest brat before his heat). He wants to be doted on, but he fights at first so that he doesn't come off too needy. And he cleans, and cleans, and cleans around the house like property management was going to come and check for dust on the top of their door frames. Once his heat actually hits, he's a sweet little thing -- all quiet mewls and head butting. He likes to be manhandled into positions and held there. His preferred method of sleeping is safe beneath someone, typically an alpha, but one of his omegas would do too. He wants to eat the same thing for all four days (much to Minho's dismay), and requests a shower daily -- maybe even twice a day if he can get away with it. They change out his pads and sheets the most of all of them.
Jisung is low maintenance in some things but high maintenance with others. For him, nesting doesn't matter as much -- as long as he has like one good hoodie and maybe a blanket that everyone's scented, then his nest is as good as complete (though Seungmin can't stand the thought of it, so he always ends up making him a proper nest anyway). They sort of have to force him to eat and drink because he isn't focused on it at all. His preheat lasts all of a day and a half (he sleeps a ton for like a week leading up to it) before he's in the throes of his heat, and is the biggest brat that he could ever be. He growls at them sometimes, fusses, and whines when he doesn't get his way. If it were up to him, then he would have a knot ready for him as soon as the one inside of him deflated. He wants his mouth stuffed even though he gags when they press too far, and he wants his hair pulled, and he whines until someone realizes that his back is itchy, but he won't tell them. Like Seungmin, he wants to be doted on, but unlike Seungmin, he isn't keeping it a secret. They all hear, "You have to be nice to me, I'm in heat," at least three times an hour from him. Still, despite his brattiness, he can be sweet -- normally when Minho has edged and denied him a couple of times, and “Alpha Chan” comes to save the day and plugs him full. He and Hyunjin go at it like absolute animals, and he whines and cries for Changbin to knot his mouth. He also likes to have his fingers inside of his "comfort hole," which is usually Felix or Seungmin (Minho if he's feeling kind and rewarding Jisung for eating). They just wipe him down until he's strong enough to shower, and he refuses to let them change the pads or sheets.
Felix would love to say that he's more low-maintenance than his other mates, but really -- he couldn't tell you. Nobody has ever complained about him, and they admit that they honestly miss his voice a little bit. When his heat hits, he's mostly nonverbal now -- a luxury that not many omegas are permitted. There is such intense and devout trust that he has in his mates to know exactly what he needs from physical cues alone, save for a few vocalizations he can manage (mostly whining and moaning). He makes his nests two days before, strategic in his stealing pattern, and it just depends on the month, from whom he has more clothes. Felix nests with it in his bed, puts up a little fight when they have to move it to the nesting room, but settles into it easily. Before he had a pack and mates, his heats were so painful that he used to be anxious every time he could sense one was coming. But now that he has his lovely pack, he knows he doesn't have to worry about anything. He eats whatever is given to him, even the things he usually turns his nose up at. He likes to be knotted, sure, but he has to have one of his omegas with him the whole heat -- it doesn't matter who. They just have to spend a majority of their time in the nest with him, and he'd like it if they were getting knotted too (he calls it "knot bonding," and when he explained it to them, Hyunjin told him he'd never heard of something so beautiful in his life). He lets them do whatever, as far as bathing. If someone wants to run him a bath, he'll get in it. If it's just a quick wipe down, he doesn't mind that either. He's pretty chill.
So, of course, he was interested to see what Y/N was like in her heat. Her preheat, he thinks he has down. Felix is unsure he's ever met someone more cuddly, leading up to it ever, in all the omegas that he's known. Cuddling is nice, sure, but usually the warmth swelling in your body starts to discourage it during brief periods to cool down, but that doesn't seem to be a problem for her. She's warm, sure, but she's not as hot to the touch as Jisung gets, or even Seungmin. The way she disappears beneath their shirts just lets him know how desperate she'd been for that proximity -- that comfort that she'd been lacking before. The purring is so beautiful, Felix wonders how he's going to go to bed without it, since most nights he practically kidnaps her before sleep so that he can feel the vibrations rumble through him.
She sleeps a lot like Jisung, but unlike their Jisungie, she's not as bratty. Or, well, Felix could make an addendum to that. She could be quite bratty, but she was only bratty with a couple of people and not others, whereas nobody is safe from Jisung's tirade. Felix notices that she'll fuss and whine at Minho and Hyunjin mostly. Changbin, if he was nearby. He doesn't know why it's those two (Changbin, he knows, because it's just easy to be bratty with him -- all of them are, even Chris), but Minho is always placating and sweet with her, and Hyunjin is such a sucker for omegas, she could probably punch him in the jaw and he'd still drink her slick.
Y/N has been eating and drinking when prompted. Felix has been showering with her because. . .well, he just wants to, and when he asked, she smiled and started stripping before they'd even made it to the bathroom.
Cramps are another thing that's different for each omega. Minho and Jisung have milder cramps that can be soothed with some scenting. Seungmin's are a little stronger and last for a longer duration, but are also relatively easily soothed. Felix, like Y/N, had horrible heats before joining the pack. He'd become so feverish that sometimes he had to be given meds, and his cramps were so horrible, he'd be doubled over in pain. While being with his mates helped it a great deal, it was still quite hard to manage sometimes.
Y/N's are pretty strong, but Felix has been keeping a hand over her lower belly when he can. If she allows him to spoon her, he presses his small hands just below her belly button, and her purrs reach a frequency that he's certain is healing him of anything he's ever experienced. This morning, as the cramps got worse, Hyunjin and Felix started to take turns resting their palms where it aches.
Her need grows gradually. Minho had her in his room this morning, and Felix thinks they cuddled because when he went to retrieve her, she smelled just like him. He was getting ready, showering in his bathroom, when Felix creaked the door open, and Y/N was awake for once, squinting eyes at her phone like the brightness was a lot.
"Good morninnnggg," he sang at her, and when she looked over to him, a grin spread across her face, "Want to cuddle?"
She nodded, but made no move to leave Minho's bed. It's then that Felix realized she had started making a nest there, and he was still groggy enough not to want to bother with moving it just yet. So he crawled into bed with her. They fell asleep again with his hands on her belly, and weren't woken up again until Hyunjin pressed the door open and crawled inside. Everyone must have already gone to work because Felix doesn't hear any distant chatter or movement around the house. All he senses is the alpha that's slowly but surely making his way up the bed, resting his cheek on Felix's belly.
When he reached his hand down to pet Hyunjin's head, he met with other fingers already caressing his scalp. That does coax Felix's eyes open, and he finds Y/N already awake again -- she hasn't been for long, if her puffy face is anything to go by. But she looked so cute that he wanted to press kisses all over her cheeks and the pout of her mouth, especially when she gave him a sleepy, sweet smile.
Felix was about to let himself melt into the mattress again, but he took one look at her and knew they would need to move the nest sooner rather than later. There was sweat beading at her temple, her eyes were a little glossier than they had been (how they get in the haze of heat), and her scent was even more prominent than it was before. He's surprised that they didn't get more stragglers in here this morning, actually, from how deeply it was beginning to embed itself in the air around them. Though he suspects Minho warned them to let her rest while she could.
"How about we move to the nesting room, hm?" Felix inquired, petting her hair out of her face, thumbing away the droplet of sweat that had trickled down her cheek, "You can finish making your pretty nest in there."
Y/N stared at him for a second, and he would think she was sleeping with her eyes open if he didn't know she was only trying to formulate a response. Sometimes the heat makes your brain feel so sludgy that it takes a second to process and respond, especially if you're prone to going nonverbal (like Felix is). Honestly, he commended her for even making the effort to speak at all.
"Channie won't mind?" She finally said, head tilted, "Since I'm not. . .pack. I don't want to ruin. . .ruin your nest."
Hyunjin, who had been silently soaking in his alone time with two omegas, made an affronted sound in his throat, "No, baby, of course not," he shook his head, a small frown on his mouth, "Chan's probably so sad he isn't here right now, he'll be stoked to see you in the nesting room when he comes back. It'll settle something in his instincts, I'm sure."
"You could never ruin our nest," Felix added, "You could only make it sweeter. Do you smell yourself?" She giggled softly.
So they carefully move everything to the nesting room, just a few doors down. It's a small room with a bathroom attached, but it serves its purpose nicely. There's a big mattress on the floor, tucked against a corner in the room to make it easier to line the edges with pillows and blankets without having to worry about it falling off. The bed itself is always covered in waterproof mattress pads and slick protective sheets, along with a couple of blankets that his mates come in to scent semi-regularly. That way, it was always available and ready for anyone who needed it.
Felix helped her construct it. At first, he was going to sit off to the side and watch her work, but she made it very clear when she shoved a pile of clothes into his hand that this was a group endeavor. Most of the things in her nest belonged to the pack, save for a couple of items she brought in her suitcase to add more of herself to it. She's a little more meticulous about some parts of the nest, like where her head would most likely be; she is very diligent about getting everyone's scent to line the top. Otherwise, she's just placing things in gaps and filling in holes.
When she bent over to grab a pillow she'd knocked down, Felix was supplied with the image of her shirt rucking up. It revealed that she had no bottoms on, which was a given, but it also revealed the huge, slick stain on her panties and the way her thighs glistened. If Hyunjin had been in here, he would've dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs in an instant. Felix was having a really hard time not doing that himself, but he knew how annoying it was to get distracted in the middle of curating your nest. They were just lucky that Hyunjin was in the kitchen getting the sliced fruits together for Y/N to nibble on.
He may have been patient enough for her to finish building her nest; however, as soon as she crawled into the middle and smiled (indicating she was pleased with it), Felix was on her in three seconds. Hyunjin returned to the nesting room with Felix on top of her, his tongue in Y/N's mouth and his hand between her thighs. She was drenched when he slid his fingers into her panties; it was a soaking mess, and her clit was a stiff bud that he could easily flick with his thumb. She's sensitive, jumping and twitching, squeezing her thighs around him when he slips his fingers inside of her. Her walls are swollen, squeezing his fingers -- he can only imagine what his cock would feel like inside of her. The thought had him slicking down the back of his thighs.
Hyunjin whined, the plate he brought in clinking on the nightstand when he dropped onto his knees on the bed. Felix laughed against her, pulling back just in time for Hyunjin's face to be closer, "He wants kisses too," Felix told her, her lips already kiss swollen and slick with spit, "Go on, baby, he wants it so bad, look at him."
The alpha is waiting not so patiently, mouth hung open, so clearly wanting her to lick against his tongue. Y/N craned her neck to reach him, but he met her halfway, and their tongues slid against each other outside of their mouths for a little bit. Felix felt himself leak into his briefs further, both precum and slick. He finds her G-spot and pokes and prods at it, stroking against it incessantly and feeling her rock her hips up into him. His fingers aren't very big, but he's a big believer that it isn't the size that matters, but if you're able to use them. He knew that Hyunjin, Jeongin, Chris, and Seungmin had longer fingers that were knobbier and reached deeper. He also knew that none of the omegas came harder than when Felix fingered them with his small ones.
He fits three inside of her and watches them kiss. Hyunjin always kisses so messily, and Y/N matches it readily, moving her head with his, sliding her hand behind his head, and he holds onto her throat. His thumb pressed against her scent gland just as the sound of his fingers inside of her got louder, squelching, and Hyunjin moaned so loudly, you would have thought he came. Honestly, he might have, you could never be too sure with him.
When Y/N cums, she crushed Felix's hand between her soft thighs. Her whole body trembles, and she's unable to keep kissing Hyunjin, only moaning wetly and uselessly into his mouth. He worked her through it, kept fucking her while she pulsated rhythmically around his fingers, and ground her clit against his palm. When the intense pulsing turned into light, overstimulated little flutters, he slid his fingers out and brought them up to Hyunjin's lips.
He slid her slick around his mouth, on his cheeks and chin, up under his nose. Some people may find it gross, but this is Hyunjin's ideal way to spend his morning. He moaned again, sounding like he'd knotted himself, and his tongue left her mouth to find Felix's fingers, pulling them between his lips to suck on. Felix chuckles as he pets his tongue, cooing at Y/N, who watched intently.
"You want alpha to fuck you full of his knot?" Felix asked her, removing his fingers and drying them on Hyunjin's shirt, before tucking his fingers into his pajama bottoms. He started to tug down, revealing (unsurprisingly) that Hyunjin hadn't been wearing underwear, when his cock bounces and slaps up against his lower belly, smearing precum below his belly button. His knot was already starting to swell, Felix could tell, and he almost snickered. Hyunjin was so easy for it. "Hyunnie cums so much when he's keyed up, baby, you'll feel it in your belly."
They had discussed it all beforehand -- knotting and cumming inside. It was actually something Y/N had requested, admitting to them that it'd been a very long time since anyone had actually knotted her. She was on the same birth control that the entire pack took, and she showed them the paperwork to prove she's clean (though the paperwork was entirely unnecessary), so they all agreed it would be okay. And Felix knew firsthand how disappointing it could be to not have anything dripping out of you after being artificially knotted. It takes away from any post orgasmic glow you could've had.
"Yeah, I'll stuff you full," Hyunjin promised, "I'll make you squirt, then I'll eat all my cum out of you."
Y/N shivered, then scrambled to sit up, pressed at Hyunjin's shoulders so he'd roll over with his back on the bed. She straddled him, using one hand to stuff his shirt up to reveal his stomach, and the other, she reached for Felix. He slid up beside her, scented her while she whined at him, "What, what, baby, what is it?"
"Sit," she ordered, one hand pressed against Hyunjin's stomach, to the left of the pretty mole there, "His face -- sit, please."
And what could he and Hyunjin do but satisfy her every wish? She's a special guest, after all. Plus, she'd asked so nicely.
Felix hovered over Hyunjin's face after stripping down to nothing. He was the most naked of all of them, but he figured the others would be following suit sooner rather than later. Hyunjin's hands rested on Felix's pale, freckled, creamy thighs while they waited for Y/N to mount him. Technically, Felix could sit down now, but he likes the tortured sound the alpha makes when he slips inside, so he wanted to hear it without any barriers.
They both watched as Y/N's fingers slid around his shaft. Hyunjin was by far the biggest of all the alphas -- he was pretty tall, so it made sense. He said a love of slick made it grow three sizes or something stupid once, but honestly, Felix wondered if there was some truth to it because it was big and beautiful. A size queen's dream, truly. The tip was always red and readily wet, dripping from even the most minimal stimulation (or sweet words and romantic gestures -- he got love boners frequently), and led down to a girthy shaft and full, swollen balls. His pubes weren't shaved bare, but neatly trimmed, in a soft little tuft that only Jeongin could really rub the tip of his nose in ( the "having no gag reflex" shocked all of them, but with how he stuffed food into his mouth, they should've known). Right now, they were a little matted from how much he'd been leaking into them.
Felix twitched above him, leaking more slick that dribbled down his thigh. Y/N brushed her thumb over the head, then dug it into the slit, and they both listened to Hyunjin cry out because of it; his hips twitched into her palm. The sight of it was pretty -- if they'd discussed pictures beforehand, then he would have definitely pulled his phone out to take one. Her fingernails were done relatively recently (she had sent him photos after she left the salon), and they looked like glittery jelly, way too pretty against Hyunjin's already pretty cock. Especially when she sits up on her knees again, and slick slides out of her in an impressive amount, dripping down onto his cock and pubes.
He would think he's just down bad for everything to do with her, if not for Hyunjin murmuring something about wanting to paint this whole picture. Y/N let the tip nudge at her hole, rocking her hips gently until he started to slip inside of her. The sound Hyunjin made is so worth the edging Felix was doing to himself; broken and desperate, turning into this grumbled, growl that vibrated through his chest and rumbled through the room. It's only after he finished that Felix sat on his face while Y/N took more and more of him in, going quicker than Hyunjin probably would have had her go if he was the one controlling the pace.
Hyunjin immediately started to flicker his tongue against Felix's puffy rim, swollen and wet as he flattened out against it, and dragged the wet muscle over him. Warm saliva made his whole body twitch while Y/N moaned, toes curling, her fingernails digging into Hyunjin's sides as she seated herself just above his knot. He could tell she was squeezing around him, if Hyunjin's moans were anything to go by, and he imagined that if her walls were as swollen, puffy, and soaked as they had been when he was fingering her -- it must feel like paradise. And the same goes for Y/N, who he knew was being stretched so full, satiating something deep inside of her when she felt the tip pushing against her cervix.
"S'good," Y/N mewled, rutting down onto him, a whine pitched in the back of her throat, as her palm rested against her lower stomach, "Can feel you here, can feel alpha in my belly."
Hyunjin groaned, sucked on Felix's rim, and his hips bucked uselessly from below. His fingers dug into Felix's thighs as he pulled him down harder onto his face. It seemed like Felix always had to be the mindful one so Hyunjin wouldn't suffocate, because he was definitely willing to in the name of eating slick. There was almost too much stimulation for Felix, being eaten like that while he watched Y/N fuck herself on Hyunjin's cock. Her hips are clumsy and unpracticed, but it's the best thing Felix thinks he's seen all month. She leaned back, breathless, tugged her shirt up just above her belly so that Felix could visualize her getting stretched open on his boyfriend. Strings of slick and precum cling between her thighs, to her pussy, and his cock, stretching and snapping, only to stick back together. It looks like a sticky, delicious mess that he wants to stick his hands in and get his fingers wet with it.
There's a moment where she almost slipped onto his knot when Hyunjin's hips jerked again, the swell of it tugging at her entrance, but Y/N gasped and forced herself to stop. "No!" She shook her head, "Not -- not yet, need -- Lixie needs to cum."
It is once again that Felix is reminded how desperately Y/N belonged in a pack. To still be so concerned about someone else's pleasure in the throes of her own heat -- if he thought about it too much, it might bring a tear to his eye. Hyunjin's tongue wriggled against the ring of muscle that opened easily for him, and the sound that left Felix was wanton and loud. She dropped the shirt in favor of leaning forward, pretty fingers circling Felix's shaft before squeezing and milking him. It's in a pattern that's reminiscent of what he felt on his fingers when he'd been stretching her open and making her cum, and that, plus his mate's tongue licking inside him -- sent him spiraling toward the edge.
His orgasm tore through him, slicking against Hyunjin's tongue, and throbbing in Y/N's palm. He squirted cum on her belly, covered her shirt, then it dribbled down to Hyunjin's stomach, a rivulet dripping down to his slutty little waist mole, and then the rest painted milky over her knuckles. Felix was out of breath, panting a little when he raised on shaking legs to move off Hyunjin's face. Normally, he likes to stay there for a while and ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm, but as Y/N was looking out for him to cum, he wanted to look out for her. And despite the damn near shocking amount of self-restraint she had, he could see how difficult it was for her not to move.
He flopped down on the spot beside them, watched as Hyunjin caught his breath, face slick and shiny. "Thank you, baby," Felix petted the hair out of Hyunjin's face, then turned to Y/N, "And thank you too, baby. Both of you are taking care of me -- so sweet. I think it's time for you to get knotted, hm?"
Hyunjin tugged her down closer to him, gasping when Y/N squealed and probably tightened up around him. His thighs spread when he planted his feet on the mattress, and his hands grabbed onto her sides. This urged her to be chest to chest with him, their messy shirts rubbing together, though the bottom hems started to rise up, so the skin of their stomachs was touching. Felix guided her head into Hyunjin's throat where she sucked in greedy lungfuls of his scent, "Knot me," she ordered, lips moving against his skin, "Want it so bad, wanna feel you paint my insides, warm and gushy and, ah --"
"Fuck," Hyunjin growled again, grip tight on her hips as he started to fuck up into her. Each thrust of his hips upward punched a sweet moan out of her mouth, which threatened to make Felix's dick twitch again. Y/N's fingers dug into the pillow covered in Jisung's shirt beside Hyunjin's head, when his knot started catching on her walls, "Yeah, g'na stuff this pretty pussy for me. Sweet little omega, need to be full -- Jinnie will do it, Jinnie will make you full." And he must be really far gone, scent drunk and out of it if he's referring to himself in third person. 2 v 1 Hyunjin with another omega is always so much fun, because he's desperate for it, and easy. It's one of the reasons Felix wasn't pouty about Hyunjin taking off work too, to be with her, therefore interrupting his cuddle and purr time because he knew he'd have to share.
He kept fucking his knot into her until eventually, it's too swollen to tug out of her. Then Y/N's hips started to move again, grinding down on the knot inside of her, and Felix knew from experience that it was pressing into all of the right places. It's when she's locked in place that she started to cum, and he realized that her moans were muffled because she had Hyunjin's shoulder between her teeth. She milked around his knot, soaking him, and his pretty groans filled up the room while she did it. Felix has to steel himself to not get hard again so soon, even though he knew he could just get on his knees and rest his dick against Hyunjin's plush mouth (he would immediately open it -- an oral fixation and the sheer pleasure in taking care of your pack mates goes a long way) -- he didn't want to be selfish. Why would he cum twice when Y/N had cum twice? She needed to be way ahead of them -- it was only fair.
Once they'd ridden the waves of their orgasms, breath caught, but still locked together, Y/N began to purr. Both Felix and Hyunjin make delighted coos in their throat when Felix snuggled closer to them, both Y/N and Hyunjin holding out an arm so that he could tuck against them. Her eyes were closed, and her hair was a mess -- the shirt she was wearing was rumpled and definitely needed to come off. There was fruit that needed to be eaten on the plate beside them, and water that needed to be drunk.
But her body was warm, and she needed her pseudo pack mates snuggled up against her while she was knotted, it seemed. So he ignored all of that for now in favor of cuddling closer for a while (not before taking a close-up of Hyunjin's face, still covered in slick).
They all fall asleep like that. Felix is unsure how long they'd been asleep, but he does wake up to murmured voices beside him.
"No, you," Hyunjin's voice is gentle, despite how demanding he sounded, "The fruit is for you, Petal, I don't need it."
"Yes," he heard rustling, then a muffled sound from Hyunjin, and a reluctant sigh and chewing, "We both need to eat."
Hyunjin swallows, "Yes, I know we both need to eat, but it's more important that --"
"Shhh," she cut him off, "Enough."
Felix finally peeked his eyes open, squinting against the light that was now filling the room. It was warm where the sun would splice to the curtains, but since they were typically in this room, overheating, they kept the bed tucked away in the corner to avoid it. So their corner of the room is relatively cool, with a fan pointed at the mattress and the ceiling fan whipping around the top of them. Y/N was still on top of Hyunjin, but he was no longer locked with her, though she still straddled him, just a little bit above his softened cock.
The plate of food is balanced on her palm: strawberries, orange slices, watermelon, peaches, and what appears to be an avocado. Her lips are wet and glossy like she'd been eating, but Y/N is also clearly making Hyunjin eat as well. His lips are red, glossy, and sticky. There's strawberry staining the corner of his lips that Felix wanted to lick off.
"Jinnie," Felix's voice is gravelly, deep, coming straight from his chest, "Is Y/N taking care of you well?"
Hyunjin turned to face him, "She's so good at taking care of me," he agreed, and Y/N smiled, a little purr humming from her chest, "I just wish she'd keep some more for herself." Then he grabbed the fork, taking it off the plate, piercing through the little slice of avocado. He took it to her mouth, "Here," he offered, but Y/N closed her lips and turned her face. Hyunjin frowned, "What? You don't like it?"
"Hmmm." Is all she said, plucking a piece of watermelon and pressing it into her mouth instead.
"Y'know, if Minho puts something on the plate he expects you to eat it, baby."
Y/N took the fork from Hyunjin, fooled both him and Felix into thinking that she was going to eat it, before placing it back on the plate. Felix chuckled, reached blindly for his phone, and then updated the group chat to let everyone know what was going on.
She grabbed for the water herself, drinking half of the bottle before pressing it to Hyunjin's mouth. Then, before Felix could pout that Hyunjin was getting all of the attention, she reached over and grabbed another water bottle. She's a little clumsy when she unmounted Hyunjin, and Felix got a glimpse of the mess on her thighs. She opened the water and pressed the nozzle to Felix's lips, and he laughed a little, but drank, even as the water dribbled down his chin, his jaw, his neck.
"Thank you," he smiled, eyes crinkling, and Y/N chased the droplets of water sliding down his throat with her tongue. Her scent sweetened like another wave of heat was coming, and the tip of her nose pressed against his throat, huffing him like a drug. "You're very sweet, aren't you? Taking care of everyone so well. What are you gonna do when there are 8 of us, hm? Are you gonna make sure everyone's well fed?"
She hummed softly, shivering before blindly reaching for his prick and finding him half hard. Those pretty fingers work him stiffer, and he lets his hands fit around her hips, squeezing tightly. She starts to mouth at his scent gland, and he pushes more of his scent out for her, letting it swell around them, vanilla and tangerines mixing pretty, Hyunjin's own cocoa bean-like scent adding to it. Felix thinks she wanted to get scent drunk, because she doesn't move from his neck, so he makes sure that she does.
This time, instead of letting her ride, Felix flipped them over. He pressed her legs up and slid through the mess of slick and cum to push inside of her. His mouth fell open, a shaky moan left him, and Y/N curled her legs around his hips. He fucked her slow and deep, rutting inside of her, driven by the little whimper-y sounds that leave her lips. Hyunjin let them go at it for a little while alone, before he snuck his fingers between their bodies and started to pull her shirt up. He murmured something about not wanting her to overheat as he tugged it over her head, tossing it somewhere in the nest, then settled at her side. Her tits were soft and supple; Hyunjin's hands cup the one closest to him, and he fits his lips over her nipple.
Y/N came like that, and Felix feels firsthand how she pulsed and squeezed around his prick. He made a sound similar to Hyunjin's cry out when he came before. And as much as he’d like to feel her milk him through his orgasm, Felix pulls out before he cums, only because he liked to watch it paint skin, and he needed to see it in the soft pubic hair that covered her mound. Hyunjin's hand replaced her pussy as he jerked him off messily until he was squirting over her, hitting some of her tummy. Hyunjin realized what Felix wanted, though, and tilted the tip down so that it hit her pussy instead.
He sat back on his heels, using one hand to comb the hair from his face, "Ah," he sighed, using his free hand to drag his thumb over the cum, smearing it into her skin, "So pretty." Y/N nibbled on her knuckles while he did it, legs splayed open for him.
Felix had leaned in, pushed kisses against her tummy, sucking marks into the tender skin. She's quiet again, still panting, warm from the heat sweltering her body, but purring. He's unsure how long he'd been licking and biting into her salty skin when she finally speaks again.
"Innie is home."
Felix and Hyunjin both perk their heads up, and ten seconds later, they hear the front door close. How Y/N knew he was here is beyond them, but there is very little time to question it. Jeongin came to the door almost immediately, knocking softly, and despite being the baby alpha who would be more driven on instinct than reason, he carefully pressed the door open.
"Can I come in, Noona?" He inquired, "Or do you want to be alone with Jinnie and Bokkie?"
Felix smiled -- he's so polite. Y/N blinked at him, nodding, then used her hand to pat the spot to her left where Felix had been sleeping. Now that he was on top of her, though, the space was free. Jeongin grinned, dimples and all, as he kicked off his shoes and wriggled his jean shorts off his legs. When he climbed into the nest, Y/N started struggling with the shirt he was wearing, peeling it off his body. Jeongin did that laugh when he let it out, then sucked it back in while he tried to help her, finally getting it over his head.
Y/N wrangled it into a ball and pressed it to her face, dropping her head back onto the pillow. Jeongin stretched out at her side, leaning his face into his palm while he watched her, "How has she been?"
"Good," Felix answers, "Very caring and affectionate."
"So not much different than her regularly then," he grinned, then ran the tip of his thumb along the side of her face, dragging it along the shell of her ear. She leaned into it -- Jeongin's hands must be cold from outside, so it should feel really good, "Noona, I'll do whatever you need, yeah? Knot you or just cuddle, I'll just be here for the taking."
Hyunjin whined at her side, his cheek pressed against her breast, looking extra soft, mushed up to it, "Heyyy, you never offer that to me."
"That's because you're a brat when you're rutting."
Hyunjin whined again, and this spurred her fingers back into his hair, petting idly. Jeongin continued his movements, tracing designs against her heated skin. He looked over to the nightstand and hummed softly, using his other hand to press Felix's hair from his face again. Felix had planted himself on her belly, much as she'd been doing with them leading up to her heat. It was comforting, he found, that she knew what she was doing.
"Guess force-feeding the avocado wasn't working, hm?" He commented, "Minho might scold you for that, aegi."
They all knew he wouldn't. Minho is much too soft on her already. But Felix and Hyunjin, however, would surely be getting scolded.
He just hopes it's in a fun way.
Jeongin
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everyone wore themselves out before I got here
Jisung
i get why we aren't putting her in pictures but it feels like gatekeeping
can I see the top of her head please
or her ear
or eyeball like zoomed in 😣😭
Seungmin
Please, not this again, I need to focus
Jisung
wait is that my shirt on the pillow next to her head
Y/N is a new barista tasked with taking care of the SKZ pack, but she quickly forms a special bond with the group's pups. Though she's still adjusting to her role, the pups start to grow attached to her, affectionately calling her "Mama." As Y/N becomes a nurturing figure in their lives, how will the rest of the pack—Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N—react to this unexpected shift in dynamics?
Summary: Your husband and his identical twin brother are complete opposites, but when the pair are in a horrific car accident together and the nurse asks Jungkook which twin he is, he decides to spare you the heartache of losing your beloved husband by becoming him.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook’s Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie
Genre: Twins AU, Unrequited Love, Brother-in-Law/Friends to Lovers?, Haunting the Narrative, Slow-Burn, Angst, Smut, Fluff
Word Count: ~ 80.3k total
Warnings: chapter specific warnings will be included on each individual post
Author's Note: woohoo! it's finally here!! this is the masterpost for a series that was only ever supposed to be a one-shot lmao. the only thing I'll say beforehand is this story is really, really heavy so please read all the warnings if there are certain topics you know could negatively impact you. like, I honestly think I might be a sadist after writing this 🫣. but it isn't all just angst and in my opinion, despite the sadness, is a truly beautiful story. it's also told entirely from Jungkook's POV which was new for me as a writer. I hope you all enjoy it :)
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Part I ~ coming on Friday, May 8, 2026 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: There’re two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn't want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly there’s only one boy and one girl, but it's the wrong one.
Word Count: ~ 29.1k
Part II (M) ~ coming on Friday, May 15, 2026 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: Jungkook's been living as his twin for three months without too many hiccups or blunders, but he can't keep you waiting to be intimate again for much longer. Not to mention all the other obstacles which keep constantly appearing in his path.
Word Count: ~ 33.4k
Part III (M) ~ coming on Friday, May 22, 2026 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: There's no turning back after diving headfirst into the deep end with you, not that Jungkook would ever want to, but past secrets and choices entirely out of his control might just topple the delicate house of cards he's spent eight months building to conceal his web of lies.
uhm,,,, this became a little filthier than i intended to. but i enjoyed writing this so much. i have been wanting to write something like this for seungmin where he's a pretty pup to be tamed. and ugh, i love this so much. ANYWAYS, ENJOY READING CHAN'S MOMMY GF WITH SEUNGMIN <333
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
Tonight was one of those rare, precious rest days Stray Kids were granted. No schedules, no cameras, no demands. Just freedom. The entire day had belonged to the two of you, lazy movies, slow kisses between naps, shared meals, and long stretches of peaceful silence.
Now, as the soft glow of the TV flickered across the living room, Chan lay with his head resting heavy and warm in your lap. His broad body was completely relaxed, one arm draped loosely over your thigh while the other held his phone, thumb scrolling lazily. Every slow stroke of your fingers through his soft dark hair drew a quiet hum of pleasure from deep in his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes casting gentle shadows on his cheeks as he savored the gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp.
You tried to focus on the series playing on the screen, but your attention kept drifting down to him, the way his lips parted slightly with each contented sigh, the subtle shift of his muscles under his thin shirt, the growing warmth of his body pressed against yours. His free hand had begun to wander, fingertips tracing slow, teasing circles just beneath the hem of your shorts, sending little sparks of heat dancing across your skin.You were more than content with this, perfectly satisfied.
Seeing Chan like this, completely worry-free, his handsome face soft and unguarded as he melted under your touch… it was everything. You loved being the reason he could finally let go, the only one allowed to witness this rare, private version of him—the one stripped of leader burdens, cameras, and expectations.
This was the Chan you adored most: relaxed, heavy, and pliant in your lap, his body warm and loose, muscles melting with every caress. His eyes fluttered half-closed in pure pleasure, lips parted around soft, contented sighs that made heat bloom low in your belly. Your fingertips trailed lightly over his scalp, then down to the sensitive spot behind his ear, earning you the sweetest little shiver that ran through his broad frame.
That peaceful bliss lasted until the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet apartment, startling you both.
You let out a soft sigh, reluctant to move. For a moment, you cradled Chan’s head gently between your hands, savoring the warmth of his cheek against your thigh. Only then did you carefully lift his head, guiding him to sit up beside you. His dark eyes blinked open, still heavy-lidded with relaxation, a faint pout forming on his full lips at the sudden loss of your touch.
"Wait here, baby," you murmured, brushing one last lingering caress across his cheek. "Let me see who’s at the door."
You glanced at the front door camera, and your brows immediately furrowed in confusion. Seungmin stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, waiting patiently.
“Channie, baby… come here,” you called softly, not taking your eyes off the screen.
Chan was by your side in seconds, his warm body pressing close behind you as he peered over your shoulder at the monitor. His chest brushed lightly against your back, one hand resting possessively on your hip while the other reached around to steady himself on the wall.
“Are you sure he said yes to your offer?” you asked, still frowning.
Chan nodded slowly, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “Yeah, he did.”
You tilted your head, skeptical. After what happened with Felix last time, the same filthy arrangement you and Chan had proposed, you found it hard to believe the biggest brat in the group had shown up after denying it so firmly.
Chan’s lips curved into a lazy, knowing smirk as he licked a slow, wet stripe along his lower lip, eyes darkening with amusement and something far more sinful.
“He said, and I quote…” Chan’s voice dropped into that low, husky tone that always sent heat pooling between your thighs, “‘Fuck off. I’m not doing that.’”
You pressed the button on the intercom, your voice coming out bright and cheerful despite the late hour.
“Hi, Minnie! It’s kind of late… what are you doing here?”
Chan remained exactly where he was, his tall, warm body still pressed flush against your back. His strong arm stayed wrapped possessively around your waist, fingers splayed wide over your lower stomach, holding you close as his breath ghosted hot against the sensitive skin of your neck.
Seungmin’s voice crackled through the speaker, calm and slightly impatient.
“Is Channie-hyung over? I just want to ask him something.”
You smiled softly, leaning back into Chan’s solid warmth.
“Yes, he’s here. Wait up… let me just call for him.”
You released the intercom button, then slowly turned in Chan’s arms to face him. His hands slid smoothly around to your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles just above the waistband of your shorts. Up close, his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, still carrying that lazy, post-relaxation haze mixed with something far more sinful. His hair was deliciously tousled from your fingers, and his full lips were slightly parted, still glistening.
You reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead before murmuring against his lips.
“You go talk to him, baby. I’ll wait for the both of you in the room.”
Chan’s grip on your hips tightened just a fraction as he leaned in to steal a slow, teasing kiss, deep enough to leave you wanting more. His tongue brushed lightly against yours before he pulled back with a wicked little smirk.
“Be naked when we get there,” he whispered hotly against your mouth, voice rough with promise.
It took nearly twenty minutes before the bedroom door finally clicked open. You looked up from where you lay sprawled across the large bed, heart already fluttering in anticipation.
Chan stepped in first, a wide, satisfied smile lighting up his handsome face, his eyes immediately darkening with hunger the moment they landed on you. Behind him trailed Seungmin, who was clearly trying, and failing, to look unbothered. The younger man’s usual sharp, bratty frown was fixed in place, but his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his black hoodie. His dark eyes kept darting nervously between you and the floor, betraying the obvious tension in his narrow shoulders.
“Hi baby,” Chan greeted warmly, his voice low and affectionate as he climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled toward you, eyes raking slowly over your body with blatant appreciation. You were wearing your favorite set of delicate black lace lingerie—the kind that barely covered anything. The sheer fabric clung to your curves, the intricate lace doing little to hide the swell of your breasts or the soft dip of your waist, the tiny matching panties leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Chan leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your cheek, his lips warm and soft, before trailing them teasingly along your jaw. His large hand slid possessively up your bare thigh, fingers brushing the edge of the lace as he murmured against your skin.
“Sorry it took a while.”
Then he pulled back just enough to glance over at Seungmin, who was still standing awkwardly near the foot of the bed, eyes wide as they drank in the sight of you in nothing but delicate lace.
“Seungmin here apparently changed his mind,” Chan said with a smug, husky chuckle, his thumb still stroking lazy circles on your inner thigh. “He’s asking if your offer still stands.”
“Hm?” You tilted your head, giving Seungmin a soft, understanding smile while trying not to overwhelm the clearly nervous boy. “Didn’t you already turn it down? I was really sad about it, but we don’t want to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?”
Seungmin kept his head lowered, cheeks burning a deeper shade of pink as his long fingers fidgeted restlessly in front of him. His usual sharp tongue and bratty confidence had completely vanished, replaced by this rare, almost shy version of him that made heat curl low in your belly.
“Well… I’ve been thinking about it the past few days,” he mumbled, voice quieter than usual. “And I think… it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
A soft, amused chuckle escaped your lips as you stared at him, utterly captivated. The normally blunt, sharp-mouthed Seungmin was standing there looking like a nervous little puppy, desperate to be petted and praised. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his full lips pressed into a tight line, and the faint tremble in his hands only made him look even more endearing… and fuckable.
“Then… mind if you join us, pup?”
The moment the soft, teasing nickname left your lips, Seungmin let out a quiet, involuntary whine—high and needy. His ears flushed bright red as he slowly walked toward the bed, eyes glued to the floor, steps hesitant yet unmistakably drawn to you both. The second he reached the edge of the mattress, Chan moved with practiced ease. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Seungmin by the waist and pulled him onto the bed, maneuvering the younger man until he was trapped deliciously between the two of you. Chan’s strong arms wrapped around Seungmin from behind, one hand splaying possessively across his chest while the other pinned his wrist gently but firmly to the sheets. Seungmin’s back pressed flush against Chan’s broad chest, leaving him with nowhere to go, his body already trembling with a mix of nerves and growing arousal.
You watched with dark satisfaction as the usually sharp-tongued brat melted so quickly, his breath coming in short, shallow pants, the front of his sweatpants already starting to tent noticeably.
Seungmin let out a shaky whine, hips jerking involuntarily as you wrapped both hands around his throbbing length. Your fingers looked so delicate against his heated skin, yet the grip was firm and confident. You started slow at first, twisting your palms in opposite directions as you stroked him from base to tip, thumbs pressing lightly over the sensitive head on every upward glide.
"Such a pretty cock, pup," you murmured, voice low and sweet. "Already leaking for us..."
Then you picked up the pace—fast, tight, relentless strokes that had his head falling back against Chan's shoulder with a broken moan. Chan held him firmly in place, one arm locked across Seungmin's chest, the other hand gently gripping his jaw so he couldn't hide his face. Seungmin's hips bucked desperately into your fists, chasing the pleasure as slick, wet sounds filled the room.
You worked him expertly, twisting, pumping, squeezing just right, until his thighs started trembling and his cock swelled even harder in your hands, the head glistening with precum.
Just as his breath turned into desperate little gasps and his stomach clenched tight, signaling he was right on the edge...
You stopped.
Both hands froze completely around his pulsing cock, denying him any friction.
Seungmin's eyes flew open, a wrecked, frustrated whine tearing from his throat. "N-no— please—"
You only smiled, sweet and innocent, while his cock twitched angrily in your still grip. After a few torturous seconds, you started again, slow, teasing strokes at first, then building back up to that fast rhythm.
Again and again you brought him right to the brink, only to stop abruptly the moment he was about to tip over. Each ruined orgasm left him more desperate, more sensitive, more pathetic, his cock throbbing painfully, leaking steadily over your fingers as frustrated tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
Chan chuckled darkly against Seungmin's ear, voice dripping with amusement. "Look at him, baby... our bratty pup is falling apart so nicely already."
Seungmin could only whimper helplessly, trapped between Chan's strong hold and your cruel, perfect hands.
You continued working his oversensitive cock with fast, twisting strokes, thumbs pressing firmly over the swollen, cum-slick head. His hips jerked wildly, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure-pain, but Chan's strong arms held him firmly in place.
"Shhh, pup," you cooed softly, voice sweet and cruel at the same time. "You're not done yet."
When you finally pushed him over the edge the second time, it hit him violently.
Seungmin's back arched sharply off Chan's chest, a raw, shattered moan ripping from deep in his throat as his cock jerked and pulsed. Thicker, more powerful spurts of cum shot out in messy arcs, splattering across his stomach, chest, and even reaching the delicate lace covering your breasts. His entire body shook uncontrollably, thighs trembling violently while his hips bucked erratically into your merciless hands. His voice cracked into silent, gasping sobs as you milked every last drop from his overstimulated cock.
Only when his spurts finally weakened into weak, pathetic dribbles did you finally slow your hands, giving him one last slow, twisting stroke before gently easing off. Seungmin collapsed back against Chan, completely boneless and panting like he'd run a marathon, his cum-covered chest heaving, cock still twitching weakly, flushed dark red and glistening.
Chan let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to Seungmin's sweat-damp temple while his hands soothingly rubbed over the younger man's trembling stomach.
"Fuck... look at our pup," Chan murmured, voice thick with lust as he glanced at you with dark, hungry eyes. "Came so hard the second time he almost passed out. Such a good, messy boy for us."
You let your cum-slick hands slide off Seungmin's spent cock. Instead, you gently placed both palms on his stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing beneath your touch. Your fingers began to move in slow, soothing circles, rubbing warm patterns over his cum-splattered skin.
"Shhh... easy, puppy," you murmured softly, your voice low and tender now, laced with affection. "You did so well for me. Such a good boy... just breathe."
Seungmin's head lolled heavily to the side, resting against Chan's strong arm. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breaths, lips parted around shallow, ragged pants. His usually sharp eyes were half-lidded and glassy, fluttering shut every few seconds as exhaustion crashed over him. Sweat glistened on his forehead and along the column of his neck, his body completely limp and boneless between the two of you.
Seungmin let out one last, tiny, exhausted whine before his eyes fluttered shut completely. His body went slack, head nestled deeper into the crook of Chan's arm as sleep finally claimed him.
The room fell into a soft, intimate quiet, broken only by the faint sound of Seungmin's steady breathing.
Chan glanced over at you, his dark eyes sparkling with lingering lust and warmth as a slow smile curved his lips.
"He really passed out... our poor little pup couldn't handle it," he murmured, voice husky. "You wrecked him so beautifully, baby."
You chuckled softly. "Do you think Minho would let us do this to him?”
"Only way to find out, baby. I'll ask him tomorrow."
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tinted windows don't hide the sound of you getting split open
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 yeosang x f!reader x seonghwa
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢warnings!: smut, pure filth, m/f/m threesome, established relationship w/ yeo, alcohol consumption/drunk sex, semi-public sex, squirting, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (m!f! receiving), cum play, spit play, spanking, attempted DP, degradation & praise, rip reader's cervix, marking/biting, toe sucking (brief), creampies, light aftercare, could be more
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 quick intermission on syncink, purely self-indulgent nonsense, hands down the messiest & most unorganized thing i've written lmao if you make it to the end you deserve a medal or therapy idk
You weren’t planning to be almost nerfed by a taxi stepping out the club.
The taxi came out of nowhere, one second you were stumbling off the curb, the next Yeosang was yanking you back against his chest, your heel catching on the concrete as the cab's horn blared past.
"You’ve gotta be kidding me," he breathed into your hair, his heart hammering against your shoulder blades. His hand splayed across your stomach, fingers pressing into your dress.
"You trying to give me a heart attack, baby?"
The bass from the club still thrummed in your ear, mixing with the adrenaline and the eight patron shots you should’ve said no to, quite literally on the verge of pissing yourself.
You turned in his arms, and the movement made the high slit of your dress fall open, exposing your thigh.
"Sorry-yy," you said, not sorry at all. Your hands found his chest, god his chest is fucking divine, sliding up to loop around his neck. "But I need to get you home. Like, now."
Yeosang's eyes dropped to where your dress opened. His blonde hair was still messy from your fingers earlier on the dance floor, and his face was flushed from alcohol, from the heat, from you.
"Yeah? That urgent?"
"You know I wanna jump your bones like 24/7." You pressed closer, feeling the way your nipples hardened, knowing he could feel it too through his shirt. "Been thinking bout’ it all night."
His hand slid lower, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh through the slit. "Babe, you're gonna kill me before we even get there." But he was smiling, those perfect white teeth.
"Let me call us a ride before you do something that gets us arrested for public indecency."
"That's taking too long," you whined, your hand dropping to palm him through his pants. He was already half-hard. "Can't we just—"
"In one piece," he said firmly, catching your wrist even as his hips pressed forward into your touch. "I need you in one piece. And conscious. And preferably not in the back of a cop car."
You pouted, admitting defeat, letting him pull your hand away. It was chilly out, handing off his jacket because he just knew the complaining was about to begin.
“Yeo, I’m shaking like a stripper. Where is the damn car?”
He clicked his teeth; he hates it when you get upset, and it’s cold without his jacket on. He pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the current drivers.
“Fuck, no cabs are local right now.”
“Why didn’t we take the company car again?”
He rolls his eyes, mimics you, “‘Let’s be like normal civilians going to the club, no cameras, no chauffeur.’”
“I DO NOT sound like that.” You trip again as you try to whip around and give him a look. He steadies you once more, body pressed against the front of him.
At this point, he’s not even hiding how he was groping you
He checked the app one more time for the cabs with no luck, to put you both out of misery.
“This is so damn impossible right now.”
“Need a ride?”
You nearly break an ankle when you jump out of Yeosang’s arms to turn and see Seonghwa.
He was club hopping with the group you were with, but you thought he had already dispersed somewhere else. He had his hair tied back, a black dress suit, just the image of composure.
The opposite of what you and Yeosang were.
Seonghwa takes in the scene of you bent over a bit, trying to fix the strap on your heel. Yeosang is crouched down, trying to block onlookers' views; he’s failing.
Seonghwa lingers on the bare skin your slit reveals, can tell you’re also slightly inebriated. It’s all amusing to him.
“Or you two gonna continue giving the street a show?”
Yeosang finally turns around to properly acknowledge Seonghwa. “Hwa?” He’s not surprised to see him, just forgot, as usual.
Yeosang gives him a blank stare, nothing behind those pretty eyes.
“Yeosang.” Seonghwa’s voice was always smooth to you, like, get this man on a podcast right away, at least he wouldn’t say dumb shit.
“Hey, lightweight. Having trouble?”
You take the praise back.
“One. fuck you. Two. I ammm nottt a lightweight! You know this.” The slight slur of your words is not helping your case.
You straighten up a bit, a bit flustered as you notice how high your dress rose up from bending over. You’re horrible at playing it cool when in reality you're just drunk and so damn horny.
“I have my car, driver’s around the corner.”
Yeosang side eyes you, “See, someone came prepared.”
“Beats waiting for a cab that’s not gonna show.” Seonghwa is addressing both of you, but you take note of how his eyes drift to you every now and again.
Yeosang double-checks with you one more time, you give him a hesitant nod, knowing that you were all over him on the street. You know you’re just gonna combust in the car with anticipation.
Yeosang wraps his hands around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder.His breath heating your ear and along your neck.
He whispers, it sends more chills. “Gonna behave in this car, kay?”
Seonghwa agrees to drop both of you off for the sake of your dignity. He waves down the car as it turns the corner.
“The partition works,” Seonghwa adds, too casually. “In case ya know–want some privacy.”
The words just sit there between you as you all exchange looks, because the dude has gotta be joking, right?
Rightttt?
You clench your thighs, Yeosang’s arms tighten around you, his breathing getting heavier.
Seonghwa has a knowing look; he’s smirking. A menacing look..
“Unless you’d rather I keep it down?”
Yeosang clears his throat, “We’ll take the damn ride.”
The sedan parks next to the curb, the tinted windows, the ones so dark to protect whoever is riding in them.
In this case, it’s Park Seonghwa and Kang Yeosang, perfection.
You reach for the back door at the same time as Seonghwa, hands touching. He helps you slide into the backseat while Yeosang gets in from the other side.
The seats are leather, seatwarmers are on, low lighting, and the car smells brand new. It's just the complete contrast to the state of mind you’re in.
Your dress slides up, you accidentally flash your thigh to Seonghwa in the process. “Be careful.” You catch him looking, and he doesn’t give two fucks that you did.
Yeosang slides his hand over your lap, yanking your dress down, making direct eye contact as he looks up at Seonghwa, who’s still hanging on the door next to you.
You can tell Yeosang is barely holding it together. He whispers in your ear again, “shit, just behave.”
Seonghwa hops in the front passenger seat, adjusts the rearview, even though he’s not driving, his chauffeur is.
Makes eye contact with both of you in the backseat. “Comfy?”
He motions to the driver, “Both of 'em, Yeo’s place.” Seonghwa pressed the button, and the privacy partition began to rise, tinted glass sliding up between the front and back seats until it sealed with a soft click.
Yeosang's hand was still on your thigh, fingers digging in hard.
You turned to look at him. His eyes were fucked, pupils blown, that look he gets when he's past the point of pretending to have self-control.
"C'mere," he said, and yanked you into his lap before you could even respond.
You barely got your knees on either side of him before his mouth was on yours. His hands went straight to your ass, pulling you down against him, and yeah, he was hard as hell. You could feel every inch of him through his pants.
You ground down, and he made this noise in his throat, half-groan, hands already shoving your dress up.
"Shit," he muttered, breaking the kiss to look at you. His hair was messy from your hands, lips swollen.
"Can't believe you wore this dress."
"You like it?" You rolled your hips again just to watch his eyes flutter.
His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing hard, then he shifted you until you were straddling just one of his thighs.
"Ride it," he said. "C'mon, show me pretty baby."
He pressed his thigh up and the friction hit just right. You gasped, hands bracing on his shoulders as you started moving, grinding down.
Dry humping, a lost art.
"Wait—fuck," Yeosang said, eyes going wide. "Are you not—"
"Nope." You didn't stop moving, grinding down harder.
"You're shitting me." His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down so hard you gasped. "You've been walking around all night with no—"
"Told you I was ready."
"Fuck." He looked wrecked already, staring at where you were riding his thigh, and you could feel how wet you were getting, soaking straight through his pants.
He groaned, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw.
"Open for me," he leaned in and spit directly into your mouth.
You swallowed, eyes locked on his, and his grip got tighter.
"Just so hot," he muttered, and then his hand was between your legs, fingers on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that made your thighs shake. "C'mon, baby. Wanna feel you come on my thigh."
The combination of his thigh and his fingers was so much. You were already wound so tight from the club, from teasing him all night, and it only took a few more grinds before you were coming.
Yeosang didn't let up, kept you grinding through it, his fingers still working your clit until you were shaking and had to swat his hand away.
"Fuck," you breathed, slumping against his chest.
"One down," he said.
You caught your breath for maybe five seconds before your hands were at his belt, fumbling with the buckle.
"Need you," you said, fingers clumsy from the alcohol and the orgasm still buzzing through you. "Yeo, please—"
"So needy," he said, but he was already lifting his hips, helping you shove his pants down just enough to get his cock out.
It was already leaking, and you wanted to put your mouth on it, started to lean down, but he caught you by the hair.
"Later," he said. "Get up here."
He pulled you back onto his lap, lined himself up, and you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You were so wet he slid in easy, both of you groaning.
You both just breathed for a second, adjusting, and then you couldn't wait anymore. Started moving, bouncing on him, hands braced on his shoulders because the car was cramped as hell.
"Shit—just like that," Yeosang groaned. "Fuck, you're so sooo tight."
Your dress was bunched up around your waist, tits bouncing every time you moved, and you caught him staring, couldn't decide where to look. Your face, your chest, where he was disappearing inside you.
He leaned forward, buried his face between your tits, mouth hot and wet on your skin. Then pulled back and spit right on your chest.
You moaned, and he rubbed it in with both hands, before yanking you down into a kiss. Messy, all tongue, and you could hear the wet slap of skin every time you came down on him.
"Get off—" he said, pulling you up. "Spit on it."
You leaned down, let spit drip from your mouth onto his cock, and he groaned, used his hand to spread it before pulling you back down.
The car was definitely rocking on moving wheels. You were being loud, but you couldn't stop.
Yeosang started fucking up into you, hard, taking over completely. You just held on, head thrown back, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Yeo," you gasped, "Yeo, wait, I—"
"Come on," he said, voice wrecked. "Fucking give it to me."
The pressure kept building, almost uncomfortable, and you tried to say something but his hand on your throat and the way he was hitting your cervix was delicious.
The gush of liquid, your whole body locking up as you came so hard. You were making sounds you'd never made before, and distantly you remembered wetness everywhere, soaking his lap, dripping onto the leather seats.
"Holy fuck," Yeosang choked out, and he kept going, kept fucking you through it. "Baby, fuck, you're—shit—"
You couldn't stop shaking. It felt like it went on forever, your body just giving and giving until you were just fully spent.
When you finally came down, you realized how much of a mess you'd made. His pants were drenched. The seats were wet. Your thighs were sticky.
"Oh my god," you said, voice hoarse. "Did I just—"
"Mhm." Yeosang sounded dazed. He was still inside you, still hard. "You just—fuck, that was—"
The car wasn't moving, you both froze.
The engine was off. You'd stopped. Which meant you'd arrived, which meant…
"Shit," you breathed, looking around at the fogged windows, the soaked seats, the absolute disaster you'd made of Seonghwa's car.
Yeosang's hands were still on your hips, gentler now. "That was new."
"I know, I—I didn't know I could—"
Seonghwa twisted in the passenger seat, partition down, driver standing outside, and the look on his face made your stomach flip.
Not mad. Hungry.
His eyes dragged over everything, you still on Yeosang's lap, dress bunched up, thighs spread, the wet mess everywhere. The fogged windows. The smell of sex.
"Busy back there?" His voice was low, and the tent in his pants was obvious.
Yeosang's hands tightened on your hips, again. You were still stuffed full of him, could feel him twitching inside you.
"Sorry about your car." Your brain was fuzzy, body still buzzing.
Seonghwa's eyes met yours. "Are you?"
Hell no, not in the slightest.
You shifted on Yeosang's lap, making him groan. "You just gonna sit there, or you gonna help?"
Yeosang's breath hitched. His jaw clenched, something jealous in his eyes, but you could feel how hard he still was inside you.
"She's lovely," Yeosang said, hands sliding up your sides.
Seonghwa climbed into the back, and suddenly the space was way too small for three people.
"Let's see if you can keep up," you said, and Seonghwa's smile was sharp.
His hand landed on your thigh, and the touch was different from Yeosang's. You grabbed his wrist and moved it higher, right where you wanted it.
"Don't be shy now."
Seonghwa's fingers slid through the mess between your legs, and you gasped. Oversensitive, but you wanted more.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasted them. "Sweet." His eyes locked on yours. "Yeosang's been holding out on me."
"Fuck off," Yeosang muttered.
Seonghwa leaned in and kissed you. His tongue was in your mouth, tasting like you, and when you broke apart to catch your breath, Yeosang was right there.
He pulled you into a kiss, reminding you exactly who you were with at the start.
When that kiss ended, you turned back to Seonghwa, testing. His hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "You always let him share his toys?"
"I'm not a toy," you said.
"No?" Seonghwa's smile was dangerous. "Then show me what you want."
Yeosang's hand fisted in your hair, yanking you back hard enough to make you gasp. There was something raw in his expression you'd never seen before.
"My girl," he said.
Your pussy clenched at the tone. "Then fuck me like it."
For a second he just stared at you, jaw working, and then his grip in your hair tightened until it hurt. "You want me to show him who you belong to?"
His other hand wrapped around your throat, "Want me to fuck you sooo good he knows nobody else gets you like this?"
"Yes," you breathed.
"Say it."
"Show him."
Something snapped. He pulled out of you and you whimpered at the loss, already missing the fullness. His hand left your throat to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at Seonghwa. "Watch. Watch what I do to her."
Then to Seonghwa, "Lie down."
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, amused. "Giving orders now?"
"You want in or not?"
"Oh, I'm in." Seonghwa stretched out across the backseat, that long black hair fanning out. "Come here, lightweight. Let's see if you taste as good as you look."
You straddled his face, and his hands gripped your ass hard. The first swipe of his tongue made you gasp, licking up everything. Your cum, your wetness, Yeosang's precum. When he sucked on your clit, your thighs clamped around his head.
"Grind on me," he said against your pussy. "Don't be polite."
Yeosang was watching with his cock in his hand. "Get over here," you told him.
You took him in your mouth, tasting yourself, and his hand tangled in your hair, Seonghwa's tongue was relentless and you couldn't focus, couldn't do anything but take it from both ends.
"Nobody eats this pussy like I do." Yeosang's voice had that jealous edge you rarely heard. His hand in your hair, pulling you off his cock. "That's enough."
He yanked you off Seonghwa's face completely, Seonghwa made a noise of protest, his chin wet with you.
"The fuck, Yeosang—"
"She's mine." Yeosang's voice was sharp, final. He pulled you back against his chest, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other sliding between your legs. "You're here because I'm letting you be here. Don't forget that."
Seonghwa's eyes went dark. "Noted."
"Say it," Yeosang demanded, fingers circling your clit, making you whimper. "Tell him whose cock you choke on every night, who you're with."
"You," you gasped. "Yours, Yeo, I'm yours—"
"Good girl." He bent you over the center console, your ass in the air, face pressed against leather. "Now I'm gonna prove it."
Yeosang slammed back into you. The angle was brutal. He wasn't holding back anymore."Who fucks you this good?" he demanded.
"You—fuck, Yeo—"
Seonghwa reached for your foot and sucked your toes into his mouth. The unexpected sensation made you clench around Yeosang and he groaned, fucking you harder.
The car rocked on its suspension, definitely obvious to anyone outside, but you were way past caring.
Your tits were hanging down, bouncing with every thrust, and Seonghwa grabbed them roughly, spit dripping from his mouth onto your chest.
He rubbed it in with both hands before leaning down and biting, hard enough to make you yelp, his teeth leaving marks on the skin.
"Fuck," you gasped, and Yeosang spanked your ass in response.
"She likes that," Yeosang said, voice rough. "Do it again."
Seonghwa bit the other one, then sucked a bruise into the curve of your breast, his tongue soothing over the sting.
But you couldn't focus. There was too much happening. Yeosang's cock hitting your cervix, Seonghwa's mouth on your tits now, biting and sucking.
That pressure was building again. "Yeo, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he gritted out. "Fucking do it."
You squirted again, gushing around his cock, and Yeosang pulled out just in time for it to spray everywhere.
Some of it hit Seonghwa square in the chest. He looked down at himself, then back up at you with a feral smile. "Fuck. Do that again."
Yeosang dropped to his knees in the cramped space, mouth on you before you could even process it, drinking you down like he was dying of thirst.
"Oh my god—" You couldn't stop shaking, his tongue still working you, licking and sucking.
He sat back, face soaked, looking feral. "Hwa's turn."
"Sit," you told Seonghwa, already moving.
You freed his cock, thick and pretty, and he caught your wrist before you could sink down.
"Slowly," he said, eyes locked on yours. "Wanna watch you take every inch."
You lowered yourself in one slow motion that had you both groaning.
"There she is," Seonghwa said, hands gripping your hips. "Now show me what all that noise was about."
The stretch was different, the angle hitting new spots, and you rode him hard. Used him. Yeosang's hands found your tits from behind, pinching your nipples until you gasped.
"Harder."
He slapped them instead, sharp stings that made you clench. Seonghwa groaned, guiding your hips, and Yeosang bit down on your shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Then your neck. Your ear. Marking you up while you fucked his friend.
"Open," Seonghwa said, and spit in your mouth. You swallowed, then grabbed his face and kissed him. Turned and kissed Yeosang, passing it to him.
"Dirty girl," Yeosang murmured.
You were close, grinding your clit against Seonghwa with every roll. Yeosang's hand slid down and slapped your pussy, right on your clit.
You nearly screamed. "Again—"
He did it. Once, twice, three times, until you were coming, clenching around Seonghwa's cock so hard he cursed.
"Gonna cum," Seonghwa groaned.
"Inside." You felt the hot pulse of him coming inside you. You kept moving, milking him, until he was gasping and oversensitive.
When you climbed off, cum dripped down your thighs. Yeosang spread your legs, watching it leak out, then shoved two fingers inside you.
"Look at this mess." He pushed Seonghwa's cum back in, fucking you with his fingers before pulling them out and pressing them to your lips. You sucked them clean, tasting everything.
He didn't give you time to recover. Just lined himself up and slid in, groaning at how wet and used you were. Cum squelching with every thrust.
"Fuck, you're so full," he said, and you were. Could feel both of them inside you, the stretch almost too much when he bottomed out and hit your cervix.
"Too deep?"
"Don't you dare stop."
He fucked you harder, deeper, until tears were streaming down your face and you couldn't tell if it was too much or not enough. Seonghwa leaned in, wiped your tears with his thumb, then circled your clit with the wetness.
That did it. You came sobbing, clenching around Yeosang as he groaned and added his load to the mess. You could feel it, so much cum leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the seats.
"Wait," you gasped through the haze. "Both of you."
They both looked at you.
"Both of you. At the same time."
"Baby, I don't think—" Yeosang started.
"Try."
"Fuck, okay."
It took maneuvering, you on your back, legs spread wide, Yeosang still buried inside you. Seonghwa lined up next to him and the first push made you gasp. The stretch hurt like hell but you wanted it anyway.
He got halfway before you had to tap out. "Wait—fuck, too much—"
He pulled back immediately, but those few seconds of being that full had you shaking.
"Holy shit," you breathed. "Almost."
"You're fucking insane," Yeosang said, grinning.
When he thrust again, your pussy made this wet sound, all the air and cum getting pushed around.
"Oh my bejeezus," you said, mortified for half a second.
"Don't," Seonghwa said. "That's hot as fuck."
Yeosang groaned. "Do it again."
He fucked you harder and the sound got worse, louder, your body making noises you couldn't control. But they were both so into it.
They started passing you between them after that. Seonghwa pulled you onto his cock while Yeosang moved to your mouth.
You took him deep, gagging yourself on purpose, trying to see how far you could go. Spit dripped down your chin as you choked on him.
"Fuck, look at her," Seonghwa said, watching you struggle. "She's trying so hard."
You pulled off, gasping. "I can take more."
"Yeah?" Yeosang's hand fisted in your hair.
You forced yourself down until your nose hit his pelvis, throat convulsing around him. Held it until you couldn't breathe, then pulled off coughing.
"Good girl," he said, and the praise made you clench around Seonghwa.
Then they switched. Yeosang pounding into your pussy while Seonghwa fed you his cock. You took him just as deep, determined, and he cursed when you swallowed around him.
"Gonna cum," Seonghwa warned, pulling out of your mouth.
You opened wide, and he came on your tongue, warm and bitter. Before you could swallow, Yeosang stilled inside you and grabbed your face, kissing you hard, taking half of it into his mouth.
You passed it back and forth between kisses, messy and gross and so damn hot, until you both finally swallowed.
Time blurred. More orgasms, more cum. Yeosang filled you up again, a third time, and you were leaking everywhere.
Your cervix ached. Your tits were covered in bite marks. Your ass stung from being spanked. You were utterly destroyed.
"I can't," you finally sobbed, pushing weakly at whoever was touching you. "I'm done, I can't—"
"Okay, baby, okay." Yeosang pulled you against his chest. "You're done. You did so good."
Seonghwa grabbed your dress and wiped between your legs, cleaning up the mess still leaking out of you.
The fabric came away soaked.
"Open," Yeosang said softly. He wadded up the cum-soaked part of the dress and pushed it into your mouth.
You could taste all of it, your cum, their cum, your squirt, everything. You gagged a little but kept it there, looking up at them with tear-stained cheeks.
"Fuck, look at her," Seonghwa said.
"Hold on." Yeosang grabbed his phone. "Can I—"
You nodded, and he took a picture, then Seonghwa took one. You, naked and wrecked and gagged with your own dress, covered in marks and cum.
Yeosang pulled the dress out of your mouth and you gasped for air.
"One more thing," Seonghwa said, and he scooped cum from between your legs, you didn't even know whose it was at this point, and held his fingers to your lips.
You opened your mouth, and he fed it to you. Then he did it again. And again. Making you swallow every drop he could collect, a whole cocktail of cum.
"So nice," he murmured, and you whimpered.
When he was done, you collapsed back against the seat. Your body was still twitching with aftershocks.
For a minute, nobody moved. Just heavy breathing and your occasional whimper.
Then Yeosang was pulling you back into his lap, gentler this time. His hand smoothed down your back while Seonghwa found someone's jacket and draped it over your shoulders.
"You okay?" Yeosang asked quietly, lips against your temple.
"Mhm." Your voice was shot. "Just... holy shit."
"Yeah." He huffed a laugh. "Holy shit."
Seonghwa handed you a water bottle from somewhere up front. You didn't even question where it came from, just drank half of it in one go.
"So," Seonghwa said after a moment, looking around at the destroyed interior. The soaked leather seats, the fogged windows, the smell that would definitely never come out. "We're never getting the deposit back on this car."
You started laughing, and then Yeosang was laughing too, and suddenly all three of you were cracking up in the ruined backseat.
"Worth it though," you said when you could breathe again.
Yeosang kissed your shoulder, right over one of the bite marks he'd left. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You looked between them, Yeosang with his fucked-up hair and swollen lips, Seonghwa with your release still drying on his face. "Definitely worth it."
Seonghwa met your eyes, something unreadable in his expression. "This happening again?"
You felt Yeosang tense slightly behind you. Possessive, but not stopping you from answering.
"Maybe," you said. Then, because you couldn't help yourself, "If you can keep up next time."
Yeosang laughed against your neck, and even Seonghwa cracked a smile.
"Guess we'll see," Seonghwa said.
Outside, the sky was starting to lighten. You were naked in a destroyed car with your boyfriend and his friend, covered in evidence of what you'd just done, and you'd probably regret at least some of this soon.
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