゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ nsfw, mdni, poly, threesome, choking, mentions of blood (blood play?), rough sex, fem reader, riding, oral (m receiving), established relationship, might be ooc, canon au
Having two partners wasn’t so bad. Even if your boyfriends didn’t seem like the types to get along well. Personalities crashing and all.
Though it was quite humorous. The fact that they seemed to only get along when it comes to fucking your brains out. Your situation worked well, considering both Scaramouche and Lohen were switches. Leaving you to either be catered to or cater to them in bed.
Tension was high as it had been around a month since you last got to spend a night with Lohen.
Due to traveling with Scaramouche and Lohen being away on expeditions. It was rare for the three of you to finally have a night to yourselves.
Sure, you enjoyed your time with Scaramouche, though even he had to admit how much he missed seeing you break under his and Lohen’s control.
So once the three of you got a chance to escape from the welcome party, you knew you were going to have to pry their hands off you.
“Lohen!”
It was quite the scene, you on your hands and knees while your dark-haired boyfriend was impaling you from behind. Your moan muffled by the expanse of Lohen’s dick in your mouth.
Your nails dug deep into the teal-haired male’s thighs, causing blood to draw. His eyes narrowed at the sight, irises shaking. “Ah, look at you, already making me bleed? Filthy~”
With a whine, you gazed up at him, drool dripping from your lips as he snapped his hips forward. The male was obviously aroused at the sight, as he used a finger to swipe up some of the blood and smear it across your warm cheek.
“Don’t play with your blood, you sicko.”
Scaramouche wasn’t having it; his glare was set on Lohen as he pounded into you. Hands shaking as they clutched your hips. Bangs stuck to his forehead as his pace didn’t let up.
He couldn’t help but feel the way your gummy walls clamped around his hard cock. A breathy groan left his lips.
“You’re no fun, Scara. Just look at her; she’s loving it.”
“Ain't that right, pretty?”
You nodded pathetically up at your boyfriend. The knight smirked, his hand tugging your head more, wanting-no, needing to hear your pained moan.
The other male’s eyes were trained on the sight of you, your back glistening with sweat as he leaned down and placed a kiss to the nape of your neck, his pace slowing down just slightly.
“You’re fucking pathetic, getting wet from that. You into that? Getting fucking tugged around let a little bitch?”
Your eyes watered as Scaramouche’s thrusts became meaner, his cock practically slipping out of your soppy used cunt.
“Shit…”
His head lolled back as his cock got squeezed. His hand shot to your neck, wrapping around your throat and tugging you up. Your teeth grazed the teal-haired man’s skin, making him moan loudly. His eyes shot wide in bliss.
You felt his hot cum slide down your throat, making you cough around him. But the sight only turned him on more, as he made sure you swallowed each drop. Scaramouche, on the other hand, was riding out his own orgasm.
You were practically being bred by the male as he kept thrusting his semen inside of you. It was never-ending as he was quick to lift you, your back against his chest as he fucked you dumb.
Lohen watched saliva mixed with his gift leak from your lips as the male’s hand was tightly wrapped around your throat. You looked like you were on the verge of passing out, though he wasn’t going to let that happen.
“No, no. Don’t sleep now. We have a lot more planned.” He cooed, his thumb running over your lip, wiping up the mixture of liquids before bringing it to his mouth.
The moment Scaramouche released you from his death grip, you thought you finally got a small break. Your legs shook, your back ached, and you gasped for air like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
Of course, you forgot who your boyfriends were.
You felt your body get lifted, your head falling back as Lohen was quick to push you down onto his hard cock. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, partially questioning how it got up as fast as it did.
“You didn’t think we were done, right? Did a month of separation make you not believe my words?”
Your hands were planted on his chest, as if they would stabilize your body. Scaramouche was standing near the table, grabbing a cup of water.
Drinking it like he was on a stroll. Your eyes ran over his glistening form, eyes pleading while he stared back at you with a raised brow. He looked unbothered, as if he wasn’t just needily kissing your neck.
A sharp gasp left you the moment you felt yourself falling forward. However, your attention was right back on the male beneath you. His crazed eyes were staring into the depths of your confused ones.
He had placed both of your hands around his throat. Head tilting as he began to thrust his hips up into you. You groaned, hands tightening automatically, making him let out an almost animalistic groan.
“Fuck yes, choke me.”
Lohen sneered as his hands gripped your hips and made you bounce on his lengthy cock. Wet sticky sounds filled the room as his balls hit your ass.
The mixture of your slick and Scaramouche’s cum made disgustingly hot sounds. Which only helped turn the two males on more.
Your cheeks were flushed as you panted. Drool dribbled out from your boyfriend's mouth as he laid his head back, watching in a daze as your hands cut off his air whenever his tip hit your sweet spot.
“Fuhh–fuck yeshh….” he moaned, eyes rolling back as he was quick to cum. Spilling his seed inside of you, easily mixing it with Scara’s.
Lohen slammed you down one last time before pulling you into a deep, needy kiss. Your tongues were dancing before they were rudely separated. Your breath hitched as your head was tugged back.
Lips smashing against Scaramouche’s as he kissed you desperately. Teeth clashing in a messy, unsteady kiss. You were a rag doll for them, letting them tug and pull you in any way they wished to. And you had no complaints.
i’ve been playing this visual novel called killer chat and fuck am I obsessed with ronin holy shit he’s everything I ever wanted minus how he’s a literal serial killer but his personality 🤤🤤 chill im so fucking easy
your loser ex!sukuna threatens to release your sextape to get you back. that cant happen if you do it first, right?
“let me get this straight, you’re gonna release our sextape if i don’t take you back, is that it?”
you were the campus’ it girl. the girl with studded belts, chunky jewellery, dolled up in enough body glitter to probably last everyone a lifetime. and the very moment you slapped him across the face and clicked your heels away, he knew he had to have you back. even if it meant finding loopholes that’d possibly get him a restraining order.
“yeah.”
“sukuna you’re fucking deranged. get a life.” you hung up the call, staring blankly at your bedazzled screen, the very tape that sukuna threatened to leak playing on it. it wouldn’t be such a big deal if he did though—you looked at as fuck, the camera spanning all your good angles, and the best part was that your face was barely visible.
sukuna might be deranged. fortunately for you, you were much, much worse. of all the tapes he could’ve picked he went for the most vanilla one of them all, your ass was in the air, with sukuna’s hands in your hair while he fucked your poor cunt, your thighs and ass moving visibly in frame.
now, boring sex wasn’t your forte. and you weren’t about to let this taint your reputation after all. you looked through your drive, trying to fish through it to find something worth your while and finally, you struck gold.
an unsuspecting video titled “good puppy💕” staring back at you on the screen. jackpot.
you click on the screen, the video opening to the camera panning at your thighs, with sukuna on all fours, while you grab your pretty lace panties and throw them across the room before yelling “fetch!”
sukuna immediately runs picking up the lace with his mouth before dropping them back onto his lap while you pet his head.
if he was going to show the world the video of you taking his cock, you were going to show everyone that mr big bad campus playboy liked playing fetch with your panties.
—
just like clockwork sukuna released that video overnight only for you to drop yours seconds later. the campus was in shambles, barely recovering from the video of sukuna fucking you doggystyle right before you dropped the video of sukuna fetching your underwear like the sick dog that he is. rumours had already spread like wildfire, tainting his reputation beyond repair. and you were about to get away with everything scott-free.
you wake up to 20 notifications of sukuna blowing up your phone. eventually he made his way to your apartment knocking on the door until it almost fell off of it’s hinges.
“what the fuck is the matter with you.”
“want me to take it down?”
“no shit.”
“then fetch, boy.”
best fic ive written. @yoonsucks PSPSPS
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
pairing ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა older ex bf!leon kennedy x younger!reader ; genre: fluff, suggestive, lil angst.
YOU KNEW THE MISSION WAS GOING TO ruin you the second you saw his name on the file.
Leon S. Kennedy.
It remained there like something unfinished, something that never got closure, just… cut off before it could settle. Your hand rested on the paper longer than it should of, tracing the letters with your finger as if to say they had changed, like time would’ve softened what was left between you.
Unfortunately, you were wrong. If anything, it felt worse like everything you'd buried was waiting for an excuse to come back.
He was the one who ended the relationship. It would have been easier to loathe him if he told you he didn't love you anymore. It was the fact he loved you far too much, and that ultimately became the issue.
There was a lot of danger and risk with both of your jobs that constantly pulling you into things that didn't promise survival.
And then there was the part he never said gently—that you were younger, that you still had time, that he didn't want to be the reason you lost it chasing something unstable like him.
You remembered the way he said it like he was trying to convinced himself just as much as you.
It didn't make it hurt any less.
Not once did it make you forget him because you never did. Not even close. And certainly not when your body still remembered him in ways your mind tried to ignore.
Every quiet night turned into the same dream of you and him together again and his hands on you, lips pressed on your neck giving you small kisses and everything was just the way it was before. You'd wake up with that ache sitting heavy in your chest and lower, frustrated with yourself for still wanting something that had already ended.
So yeah, seeing his name again felt like a joke you weren't in on.
The first time you see him again, it's like your body reacts before your brain does.
Even though he looks almost exactly like you remember except for how he looks a little older, a little more tired around the eyes, but still unmistakably him.
His body language is identical to what it has always been. The same posture, confidence, and has a presence that commands attention without ever trying to.
His eyes find yours almost immediately, "Didn't think they'd pair us again," he says in stoic voice, like you're just another assignment.
You give a short, sarcastic laugh and try to act like flipping through your documents like you don't care. "Yeah, figured they'd have better judgment than that."
You see his expression change briefly before it disappears again. "Still got an attitude."
"Still got bad timing," you shoot back, not even looking at him.
That comment landed harder than you thought it would. You can feel it without needing to see it.
But he doesn't argue. Instead, he just exhales quietly and shifts back into mission mode like that conversation didn't mean anything, as if you didn't just reopen something that never properly closed.
You hate how easily he does that.
Everything felt too familiar. Working together again feels wrong in a way you can't explain.
With the way he moves beside you, the way he hands you weapons without needing to say anything, the way he stands just slightly behind you during briefings like it's instinct to have your back.
It should feel normal, professional, routine but it hardly is. Every small interaction feels loaded, like there's something sitting just beneath the surface neither of you are acknowledging.
You feel his hand brush against yours when he handed you a knife, and it lingers just a second too long to be accidental. He notices that you noticed, but neither of you says anything about it.
Is he doing this on purpose?
"Focus," he mutters at one point, stepping closer to you than necessary while going over the plan for the mission.
You glance at him, unimpressed at his tactics. "I am focused."
"Doesn't look like it."
"Maybe you're just distracting," you say casually.
His jaw tightens slightly, his gaze flickered to yours before he looks away again. “Not the time.”
You take one more step forward, just enough to test his reaction. "You say that every time."
For just a moment, he doesn't move away. Then he exhales slowly and steps back first, creating a distance between you two. "Get your head in the mission."
You almost laugh, because if anyone's not focused, it's definitely not just you.
Although the actual mission wasn't particularly stressful, it didn't leave you unharmed.
Once your adrenaline has subsided and you're back at the safehouse, you can finally start feeling how much pain you're in. A sharp and incessant pain along your side.
When you first start feeling the pain, you try to ignore it and pretend it's nothing, but Leon somehow always notices.
"Sit," he says, already grabbing the med kit.
"I'm fine."
"Sit. You're bleeding."
"It's really not that bad."
When his eyes lock onto yours, the annoyance fades into something softer, almost resigned. "Sit."
His tone is quiet but holds a note of authority that keeps you from challenging him.
So you sit down.
He moves closer, kneeling slightly so he's on the same level with you, opening the kit with practiced ease.
"Take your shirt off," he says without looking up.
"You always this direct?"
"You want me to waste time or you want me to fix it?" he states flatly but not cold.
With a sigh, you shake your head, lifting the fabric up slowly and wincing when it tugs on his skin. "Still bossy."
"I've seen everything before," he replies finally looking up after examining your injury for a second. "Don't make it weird."
That shouldn't have affected you anymore but it still does. Because he's right. There's nothing new about this, the closeness, the feel of his hands on your body, how you react physically, even though you're trying so hard to keep your brain from freaking out.
His fingers press lightly against your side as he cleans the wound, and you suck in a breath before you can stop yourself.
"You're tensed up." he mumbles.
"Maybe because I'm hurt?"
"Yeah," he responds softly. "I know."
There's something in his voice that makes you look up for real and suddenly, all those feelings you have held back since the breakup came back out of nowhere.
"You don't get to care," you say, "You gave that all up."
His hands stilled standing up now.
"…I know,” he repeated again but his tone was quieter and rougher now.
That answer made something snap.
"That's it?" you push, leaning forward despite the discomfort. "You don't get to just say that and act like—"
"What do you want me to say?" he cuts in, finally looking at you, "That it was easy? That I didn't think about it after?"
You didn't respond right away, he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before letting it drop again.
"I did it because I thought it was the right thing," he continues, voice lower now, more honest than you've heard it in a long time. "Doesn't mean I didn't regret it."
For a second, you just stared up at him, trying to process whether he actually said that, whether he really means it or if it's just another one of those things he says to soften the damage after it's already been done.
"You regret it?" you repeated, the tone of your voice sharper than you thought. "Then why did you even break up with me?"
Leon doesn't respond right away, adding to the anxiety and uncertainty you're feeling.
"You didn't have the right to make that decision for me!" you continued, expressing all the frustration that you have kept bottled up inside you. "You don't have the right to decide what I'm capable of handling, just like I didn't get a say in any of it."
His jaw tightens. "I was trying to—"
"Protect me?" you cut in, almost laughing. "From what? From you? From something I have already chose?"
Your chest feels tight now, like everything you kept buried is forcing its way out after keeping it in for so long.
"I wanted to stay with you," you murmured, "I chose you, Leon. You didn't even give me the chance to keep choosing you."
He gives you a proper look then, and you see his usual composure slip. It was like he suddenly couldn't hold it together anymore.
But you weren't finished yet.
"I lay there every night after you left," you continue, your voice cracking now despite how hard you try to hold it steady. "It's so quiet, and it feels wrong because you're not there anymore. No stupid comments, no… nothing."
You laugh weakly, shaking your head as your vision starts to blur. "And I kept thinking it'd get better and that I'd get used to it."
"Every time I woke up from a nightmare," you added, the words slipping our of your mouth before you could stop them, "you weren't there beside me. No one was. I just had to… deal with it. Go back to sleep like it didn't matter."
Your hands curl into your own sleeves, trying to calm yourself.
"I tried moving on. I tried acting like everything was normal, going out and meeting people or whatever. However, every time I got close to a person," you shake your head again, "it just felt wrong. I kept thinking about you, and I hated it."
Your breathing is uneven now, your chest rising too fast, your eyes burning.
"I don't want anyone else except for you," you finally look him in the eyes again and show him, "and I still don't."
Leon doesn't move. The silence between you both were thick. For once, he looks… lost.
He doesn't have the right answer, doesn't have the control he usually holds onto so tightly. "Did you think that would have been easy for me too?" he asks softly and stares at you for what feels like an eternity.
You don't respond.
He exhales, running a hand through his hair, he looks tired in a way that has nothing to do with work.
"I drank more than I should've," he admits. "Stopped sleeping properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept thinking I made the wrong call."
"I'd pick up my phone more times than I can count," he continues explaining, jaw tightening slightly. "Thought about calling you. Showing up. Saying I screwed up."
"Then why didn't you do it?"
"Because I thought if I came back, I wouldn't be able to leave again."
Whatever you were holding onto breaks completely, your vision blurring as tears spill over, your shoulders shaking despite how much you try to steady yourself.
"Then don't," you say, voice breaking. "I never wanted you to leave, never will when you're the only one that understands me. Just don't... leave me again."
Leon's expression shifts instantly.
He moves without thinking, closing the distance between you, kneeling down in front of you so quickly it almost startles you. He places both his larger and calloused hands on your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes as if he can wipe away everything you've been holding in.
"Hey," he speaks softly now, "Hey…look at me."
You try, but it's hard when everything feels like it's caving in at once.
"I'm here," he says, more firmly this time, his forehead almost brushing against yours. "I've got you. I'm not going anywhere right now."
Your hands clutch at his jacket, like you need something solid to hold onto, and he lets you, doesn't pull away, doesn't create distance like he always do.
Instead, he moves his face close to yours and kissed you.
This kiss wasn't rushed, it was as if he is helping to steady you rather than overwhelming you. His lips brush against yours softly at first; testing to see if you'll pull away or continue to lean into him.
When you continue to lean into him, he tightens his grip on you, one hand now resting on the back of your neck, holding you close.
As you press your breath into his, your fingers clutch tightly onto his jacket as he continues to push his tounge in deeply but not forcefully.
His thumb glides along your jaw, slowly and softly providing reassurance, and when he pulls back slightl, he simply presses his forehead against yours.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, voice low, rough in a way that feels honest. "I really am."
You pause there for a moment, still holding onto him, your breathing beginning to settle down as the heaviness within you settles into something calmer, something more constant now that he is here and not just a past experience that you are yearning for.
"You promised?" you say softly, but still with an air of uncertainty, afraid he may change his mind at any moment to let yourself trust in him.
Leon doesn't waver at all.
"I promise."
You look up at him for a moment longer, searching for his face the same way you used to, trying to find some flaw in his promise.
"Then," you start, sniffing lightly as you pull back just enough to look at him properly, "you should take me out."
Leon raises a brow slightly. "Take you out?"
"Yeah," you say, a small smile tugging at your lips now, the softness creeping back in. "Like… a proper one. After we give our reports."
He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little. "You're negotiating already?"
"You owe me," you point out, nudging his shoulder lightly with yours. "So I'm thinking something nice. Somewhere expensive. Like really expensive."
"Seriously?" He chuckles and his hand still resting at your waist like he forgot to move it.
"And we could always have dessert afterwards." you added, like it's a crucial detail.
Leon hums, pretending to think about it, but the way his thumb starts brushing absentmindedly against your side again gives him away.
"Desserts, huh…"
You narrow your eyes slightly. "Yes. Don't try to skip that part."
A small smirk tugs at his lips then, "Don't you mean…" he leans in just slightly, voice dropping enough to make your stomach flip, "you're the dessert?"
You stare at him in disbelief, feeling your face turning red. "You're—"
"Charming?" he cuts in.
"Annoying," you corrected.
He gives a small chuckle as he shakes his head, moving his hand from your waist yet staying clos.
"Yeah," he says softly, almost to himself. "Missed that."
"…Don't get used to it," you mumble, glancing at him.
pairing Ი𐑼 bf!sunghoon x gf!reader x bf!heeseung. (poly dynamic)
warnings: explicit smut, threesome, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, alcohol influence, rough handling, dirty talk.
THE NEON LIGHTS of the karaoke room flicker across the walls as you, Heeseung, and Sunghoon pile in with a case of soju and beer.
It's a lazy Friday night, nothing pressing on the agenda, so why not belt out some tunes and unwind?
You grab the mic first, crooning a cheesy ballad while the guys cheer you on, their laughter mixing with the off-key notes.
Heeseung passes you a shot, his fingers brushing yours lingeringly, and Sunghoon clinks his bottle against it, eyes sparkling with mischief.
As you keep drinking and singing, one song leads to five. The alcohol warming your veins and loosening inhibitions. You're sandwiched between them on the plush couch, bodies pressed close in the dim space.
Heeseung had his arm around you, pulling you into him while Sunghoon's hand rests on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles.
As the playlist changes to something with more of a sexy vibe, and with the bass being pumped through the speakers, you can feel the tension change in the atmosphere.
It starts innocently enough. You lean over to kiss Heeseung during a lull, tasting the bitter tang of beer on his lips. Sunghoon watched from the other side as he chuckled and soon after gave you a kiss of his own, kissing you deeply on the lips.
Both your kisses become much deeper and your hands are even more adventurous at this point. Heeseung begins to run his fingers through your hair, tugging you down as he unzips his jeans.
"Come here," Heeseung whispers, sounding a little raspy because of all the drinks he has had.
You immediately kneel in between his legs, feeling the rough carpet under your knees as you take his hard cock into your mouth.
Heeseung lets out a moan and thrusts his hips up towards you while you are attempting to suck him down, and your tongue swirling over the head. Saliva drips down his shaft, your mouth stretching to take more of him.
You begin to feel the effects of the soju and everything around you becomes blurry, yet at the same time, everything has a spark of electricity.
Below you, Sunghoon has knelt down, and he is pushing your skirt up and moving your panties to the side with both of his hands.
You can feel the heat of his breath hit your open pussy before his tongue dives in, lapping at your folds with eager strokes.
You moan into Heeseung's dick, the vibrations causing him to curse under his breath, while Sunghoon's mouth works relentlessly—sucking your clit, then plunging his tongue inside, fucking you with it while his fingers spread you open.
Wet sounds fill the room, mixing with the forgotten karaoke track playing softly in the background.
With how good you feel, you're clamping your thighs tight around Sunghoon's head and can feel the pleasure build so tightly in your core that your legs are shaking.
Heeseung has a firm grip on your jaw with one hand, using it to guide your mouth to move faster. "Fuck, just like that—suck it harder."
You hollow out your cheeks as you quicken your rhythm, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Sunghoon adds in a couple fingers, curling them back against that spot that makes you see stars.
The combination of sensations has you feeling dizzy, and you can feel your body arching back away from the sensations of your first orgasm surging through you.
You cry out, muffled by Heeseung's cock, pussy clenching around Sunghoon's digits as you came against his tongue.
They don't stop.
Sunghoon rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and pulls you up onto the couch. Heeseung shifts behind you, cock still slick from your mouth, pressing against your ass.
"Turn around," Heeseung says, voice rough.
You straddle him, sinking down onto his thick length with a gasp. He fills you completely, stretching your walls as you rock your hips.
Sunghoon has positioned himself in front of you, force-feeding his cock inside your mouth while Heeseung is behind you, hitting your cervix with each snap, while you gag softly on Sunghoon, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity.
With the help of alcohol, the edges have blurred between each sense—the way skin slaps together, the way you taste Sunghoon, and the way that Heeseung's cock is dragging against your insides.
"You're so fucking wet," Heeseung growls as he circles your clit with his thumb.
Losing track of the time you have left inside him, he pounds away; while you feel your walls fluttering around him, he continues until he reaches his release.
Sunghoon removes himself and holds his cock while watching, then kisses you with such a messy enthusiasm.
"My turn," Sunghoon says and changes places with Heeseung.
He gently pushes his cock inside your mouth while Sunghoon forcefully enters your pussy, folding you over the arm of the couch.
Sunghoon violently fucks you and continues to slap his balls against your ass while fisting your hair with one of his hands.
Heeseung's cock slides down your throat, hips shallowly thrusting.
A strong scent of sex, spilled drinks, and sweat fills the room; the microphone long forgotten on the floor.
Your entire body is over stimulated. Sunghoon letting out another grunt of pleasure while releasing his warm cum into your vagina.
Heeseung follows soon after, pulling out and letting his cum run across your tongue, forcing you to swallow every last drop.
You collapse between them, panting, bodies slick with sweat.
Heeseung kisses your forehead, Sunghoon your shoulder, the three of you tangled in a hazy, satisfied pile.
The karaoke screen flashes song suggestions, but none of you had any intention of moving—content in the afterglow, the night was far from over.
KNIFE ; LEE HEESEUNG , SIM JAEYUN.
“it only hurts if you lets it.”
pairing ¥ kidnapper!heeseung, kidnapper!jake x victim!reader. smut. warnings: knife play, unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), marking you with their names, blood play, overstimulation, dub con. note: been seeing people say enhypen is copying cortis hello are we deadass. always dragging them whenever their comeback is near.
THE FLICKERING ILLUMINATION of a candle lit up the floors and ceiling while casting long shadows along the wall of a stone underground cave. You'd been their pretty little human for months now, snatched from the mundane world above and dragged into this eternal twilight.
Heeseung and Jake, your vampire captors, had made it clear from the start: they wanted you forever, fangs deep in your veins, turning you into one of them so you'd never age, never leave.
The thought of being bitten by a vampire terrified you initially, but time changed this feeling to one that made your heart race.
Tonight, they lounged on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, eyes glowing faintly red in the low light.
Heeseung, with his sharp jaw and predatory grin, twirled a silver knife between his fingers, the blade catching the flame like a promise of danger.
Jake, broader and more feral, watched you with hunger, his shirt already half-unbuttoned to reveal the pale, muscled expanse of his chest.
"Come here, pet," Heeseung murmured, his smooth voice sent shivers down your spine.
You hesitated at the foot of the bed, your thin nightgown clinging to your skin from the chill of the air—or maybe from the anticipation building low in your belly.
You'd grown to crave their touch, even if part of you still whispered that this was wrong.
Jake moved first, faster than you could blink, his hands gripping your wrists and yanking you forward onto the mattress. You gasped, tumbling between them, the fabric of your gown stretching taut.
"We've been patient for so long," he growled against your ear, fangs grazing your lobe just enough to prick without breaking skin. "But tonight, we make you ours. No more waiting."
Heeseung pressed his blade against the strap of your nightgown, and the cold steel made your body arch instinctively.
"Hold still," he warned, slicing through the thin band with a flick of his wrist. The fabric parted like butter, exposing one shoulder, then the next as he repeated the motion on the other side.
You whimpered, a mix of fear and thrill bubbling up as the gown loosened, barely hanging on now.
"Please..." you breathed, not sure if you were begging them to stop or to keep going. Your body betrayed you, nipples hardening against the cool air, thighs pressing together to ease the ache.
Jake's laugh was low and dark. "Please what? You want this. We can smell it on you."
Heeseung's hands traveled up and down both of your sides, gathering the ripped gown and tearing it violently. The sound of fabric ripping out could be heard, and all of a sudden you were exposed to him and Jake, with your skin tingling from their intense gaze.
Heeseung traced the knife's flat side down your collarbone, over the swell of your breast, circling your nipple until it pebbled further. Its blade gleamed wickedly, and Jake flanked him, his gaze devouring every inch of you.
"Time to mark what's ours," Heeseung said, voice a low rumble that vibrated through your bones.
He pressed the tip to your collarbone, not piercing yet, just enough to dimple the skin and make you gasp.
Jake's hands clamped your arms, holding you steady as Heeseung dragged the edge downward in a deliberate arc.
The first cut stung—a shallow slice spelling 'Heeseung' across your upper chest, right above your breasts.
Blood welled up in fine crimson lines, trickling warmly over your skin. You whimpered, body tensing, but the pain twisted into heat, pooling between your legs as you watched the letters form.
"Beautiful," Jake murmured, leaning in to drag his tongue along the fresh wounds.
He sucked gently at the edges, fangs retracted but teasing the possibility, sending jolts straight to your clit.
Heeseung didn't stop; he moved the blade lower, carving 'Jake' into the soft flesh of your abdomen, each letter a precise burn that made your knees buckle.
Tears stung your eyes from the intensity, but you arched into it. You hated how much you needed this claim, how their possession made you wet and desperate.
Jake pulled his mouth off of your body, licking the blood off his lips as he took the knife from Heeseung and held it in front of you.
"Our turn," he said, stripping off his shirt to bare his chiseled torso. He handed you the hilt, guiding your trembling hand to his chest. "Carve your name on me, pet. Make us even."
Your fingers shook as you pressed the tip into his pale skin, just above his heart. It gave way easier than you'd expected, blood blooming instantly under the blade as you etched your name in shaky strokes.
As the blood began to flow and Jake let out an audible gasp, his cock hardened visibly in his pants, eyes darkening with lust. Heeseung took the knife next, carving your name into his own thigh, muscles flexing under the cuts.
Blood ran in rivulets down their bodies, and they both turned to you, licking the blade clean in unison—Heeseung's tongue flat against one side, Jake on the other—tasting the mingled essence with hungry moans.
Leaving you exposed and bleeding lightly from your new tattoos. Heeseung flipped the dagger, using the blunt pommel—the back end—to nudge against your slick folds.
He pressed it there, cool metal grinding against your swollen clit in firm circles, the pressure building friction that had you bucking wildly.
"Fuck, look at how you're leaking for us," Heeseung growled, sliding the handle up and down your slit, coating it in your arousal while the carved wounds throbbed in rhythm.
He then dragged the blade's tip lightly along your inner thigh, leaving a faint red line that didn't break the skin but made you buck.
After putting the knife away, his eyes locking on yours as he lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, cool and insistent, lapping at your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
You cried out, hips jerking up, but Jake pinned your shoulders down, swallowing your sounds with another deep kiss.
Heeseung devoured you like a man starved, fangs retracted but the danger ever-present. He sucked your clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips while two fingers plunged into your heat, curling to hit that spot.
"Fuck, you taste like sin," he muttered against your pussy, vibrations sending shocks through you.
He continued to go at you, tongue thrusting inside alongside his fingers, then withdrawing to circle your entrance before diving back to your swollen nub.
Overstimulation hit fast—your body trembled, walls clenching around nothing as the first orgasm ripped through you. Heeseung still didn't stop, lapping up your release like nectar, pushing you toward a second peak before you'd even caught your breath.
"Too much... oh god," you gasped, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, but your hands tangled in Heeseung's hair, pulling him closer instead of away.
You liked it, you craved the feeling that it overwhelmed you, while at the same time, made you forget everything except for the pleasure.
Jake pulled back, shedding his clothes in a blur, his thick cock springing free, veined and throbbing. Heeseung also got himself ready by wiping his mouth with his hand and looking at you, still starving.
"Time to fill you up, pretty human," Jake said, positioning himself at your entrance.
You were crying out as he hit the deepest part of you and your body responded automatically to his aggressive thrusts. The sound of your wet pussy pushing him in and out of you echoed throughout the room.
Heeseung watched, stroking himself, before grabbing the dagger again.
He pressed the blade to your throat lightly as Jake pounded into you, the mix of fear and ecstasy making you clench tighter around him.
"I'm going to turn you soon," Heeseung whispered in your ear and began to lick a stripe up your neck. "Sink our fangs in while you're coming on his cock. Make you eternal. Ours."
The words sent you over the edge again, your orgasm crashing as Jake's rhythm faltered. He growled, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick spurts.
You felt every pulse, the warmth spreading as he kept thrusting through it, overstimulating your sensitive nerves until you were a writhing mess.
He pulled out with a wet pop, his seed leaking from you, but Heeseung was there instantly, flipping you onto your hands and knees.
"My turn," he said, sheathing himself in your cum-slicked heat without mercy.
The knife traced your spine now, a teasing trail as he fucked you from behind, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back. Jake knelt in front, feeding you his softening cock, still glistening with your combined fluids.
"Clean me up," he ordered, and you did, tongue swirling around the head, tasting yourself on him as Heeseung thrust into you harder.
The overstimulation bordered on pain, your clit throbbing, pussy raw, but the reluctant enjoyment bloomed into full surrender—you pushed back against Heeseung, hollowed your cheeks around Jake.
Heeseung began to pick up his pace, ripping a second creampie from him as he came with a hiss, fangs elongating just enough to graze your shoulder without biting.
Cum dripped down your thighs, mixing with your own arousal, as he ground against you, prolonging the aftershocks until you collapsed forward, spent and shaking. They pulled you between them, bodies cooling your fevered skin.
"Soon," Jake murmured, kissing your temple. "You'll be like us. Staying forever with us."
And as you drifted towards sleep, sated and marked, you came to realize that you wanted that too—eternity with your vampires, bound in blood and bliss.
pairing ꫂ᭪݁ ; older bf!leon x younger gf!reader, genre: fluff.
note: been a resident evil fan for years and had the craziest leon phase and now im back with it, cant wait to play requiem soon.
LEON HAS NEVER PANIC over something easily.
He had worked hard to develop this trait in himself and has worked on the ability to stay calm, assess, move. No matter how crazy things get, no matter what else happens, he is always able to remain calm and collected.
But when you don't reply to a single message all morning?
When his calls go straight unanswered?
That calm starts cracking.
By the time Leon finds himself outside of your front door, his mind has gone through all the worst-case scenarios in his mind. His jaw tightened, keys clutched in his hand, movements quick and controlled.
But that was when he realized the door wasn't locked in the first place.
That pushes him over the edge.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Leon pushed the door open quietly, but as he stepped into the apartment and started walking in he was being cautious but was moving quickly and with his usual controlled precision.
His hand shifts behind his back, fingers brushing the familiar weight of the gun tucked beneath his jacket, instincts kicking in hard.
"Hey?" he calls out.
There was no response from you.
He moves through it quickly, scanning, every sense on edge until he reaches your room.
And he finally stops when he spots you curled up in bed, blankets half tangled around you, face pale, breathing uneven. There's a small trash bin nearby, a glass of water barely touched, your phone abandoned on the nightstand.
The tension drains out of him so fast it almost makes him dizzy once he realized you weren't in danger.
"Jesus…" he exhales, voice going softer now, the edge gone completely.
He enters quickly and finishes closing the distance between you and him in seconds. He kneels by your bed, moving one hand up to brush your hair away from your face.
Your skin's warm. A little clammy.
"Hey," he whispers.
You stirred at his touch, slightly wrinkling your brow before opening your eyes. It takes you a while to register who is next to you. When you finally do, confusion flickers across your face.
"...Leon?"
"I'm right here," he quickly reiterates. He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You didn't answer back, I thought..." He stops himself and breathes deeply. "You scared me."
Your voice was weak as you respond, "I'm sorry. I just feel awful..."
His eyes completely soften as the look of worry on his face becomes a calmer and much more focused concern.
"Cramps?" he questions gently.
You wince slightly when you move yourself… "Yeah... I threw up earlier. Everything just hurts."
Leon's jaw tightens again. He hates seeing you like this. If he could he would rather have your pain transported on to him so you wouldn't have to go through the pain.
"Hey," he murmurs softly. "It's okay, I'm here now."
Leon takes off his jacket and sets it aside, then pulls the blankets around you more securely than before. His hand finds yours and Leon strokes your knuckles with his thumb in a slow motion.
"Did you take anything?" Leon asks you.
You shake your head weakly.
"Okay," he says. "I'll get you something and water to stay hydrated, alright?"
You nod again. Too tired to respond anymore. Before he gets up, you grab his hand just a little tighter.
"…Stay for a minute?"
Leon doesn't hesitate at all. He leans forward, kisses you softly on your forehead, stares at you a moment, before finally whispering, "I'm not going anywhere."
He then lifts his hand to rest on your stomach where it would remain there gently like he's trying to take some of the pain away just by being there.
You find yourself relaxing into it without thought. You're focused on feeling the warmth of his hand on top of your stomach, his thumb rubbing against your skin, and the quiet comfort he offers you by just being there .
The ache dulls just enough, your body giving in, exhaustion pulling you under. Leon noticed it immediately when your grip loosened on his other hand, breathing evened out.
He hesitates for a few seconds, studying you closely to ensure you are asleep. When he's sure, his expression grows even gentler, much like a quiet affection that he only has for you.
"Finally," he murmurs under his breath.
Carefully, he adjusts the blanket around you, tucking it in a little better so you stay warm. His hand lingers at your cheek for a second, brushing lightly over your skin before he reluctantly pulls away.
"Just give me one second, okay?" he states softly, although you can't hear him.
He moves around the apartment quietly and closes your bedroom door halfway so there is no extra light bothering you as he slips into your kitchen area.
Leon isn't exactly a chef but he thinks he knows enough.
He checks what you have, settling on something simple and warm that would relieve the discomfort in you. Something that won't make you feel worse when you wake up.
A pot simmers softly on the stove. The earlier panic of his completely replaced with quiet focus.
As he waited for the food to cook, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, setting it down neatly on a wooden tray. He also added the pain killers next to the glass so you wouldn't have to look for them later.
After that he made you some tea and waited for it to steep against the counter with a sigh while running his fingers through his hair.
He glances toward your room more than once, making sure that you're safe and sound. Once everything was prepared, he carefully picked up the items to go back to you and nudged the door open with his foot.
You're still asleep. Curled slightly into the blankets, breathing slowly, and looking more relaxed than before. Leon set the items on your night stand as softly and carefully as he could.
Not waking you up yet, because you needed more sleep.
Instead, he sat back down next to you, and put his hand on top of your hand lightly again, running his thumb across your hand slowly and absentmindedly.
"I'm going to make you eat when you get up," he said softly, but it was almost like he was teasing with you.
You don't respond back obviously. But you shift just a little, leaning into his presence even in your sleep.
Leon exhales quietly, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth once he sees how peaceful you are.
pairing 𝜗ৎ bf!heeseung x gf!reader, genre: fluff.
note: miss u hee
EVERYTHING LOOKED COZY in your apartment as your school notes were spread across the table, with a highlighter somewhere close to your knee, your phone lighting up your face as you half-scroll, half-study.
That's when you heard the front door of your apartment unlocked.
You hear the faint sound of his shoes coming off, then a low sigh, and then a slow dragging sound of him walking across the floor. You glance up for a second—just enough to see him.
He looks tired.
Not the kind he shows everyone else. Not the composed, put-together version people admire. His hair was slightly flattened, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, eyes softer and heavier than usual like he's been holding himself together all day and finally doesn’t have to anymore.
"Hey," you say softly to him.
He hums in response back to you.
You thought he would just sit down next to you, maybe take his phone out to doom scroll or say something to you, but instead, he drops into your lap without any warning.
His head lands on your lap, arms loosely wrapping around your waist like it's an instinct and had done it a million times.
You look down at him, and blink.
"Heeseung?"
"You're comfy," he mumbles, as his voice is muffled into you and starts to sink into you.
You let out a little laugh, as you put your phone down. "That's not really a valid reason."
"I don't care," he murmured.
He tightens his grip slightly more, like he was really settling into you now. There's no tension in him anymore, no effort to act like anything. Just feeling your warmth that drives him into a even drowsy state.
Your fingers run through his hair absentmindedly, brushing his hair slowly through your fingers. He exhales, shifting closer with his cheek pressing more firmly against your lap.
"Long day?" you ask quietly.
He answers you with a slight nod, "Mhm."
The room has eventually fallen into a quiet peace, where all that can be heard is your fingers moving through his hair and his breathing slowly becoming more even.
Then you heard a soft sound of pattering paws.
Your little white puppy comes trotting into the room, slightly wagging its tail, as though it knows where its home is. It circles around once, twice and then decides the perfect place in the whole room is right next to Heeseung's side.
"Of course," you whisper, smiling. "You're just like him."
The puppy gives a tiny huff before curling up between you two. Heeseung shifts slightly then reaches out lazily to scratch him, his eyes still closed.
"Traitor," he mumbles.
You giggle and lean down to kiss him softly on the cheek.
He hums, eyes barely opening as he looks at you with a sleepy and expectant look.
"That's it?" he murmurs.
You raise a brow. "What?"
He tilts his head just enough, lips subtly—very obviously—pouting.
"You missed," he says quietly.
You stare at him for a bit then chuckle to yourself. "You've got to be kidding me."
He doesn't argue, just stares at you, waiting like a puppy.
Tired, clingy, and completely shameless about it.
You shake your head but still lean down and kiss him with your lips properly this time—a nice, soft, slow, warm kiss that makes him immediately relax again.
He lets out a soft breath against you and closes his eyes like that's all he needed.
bye the Thailand Enhypen event is so funny cause wdym the offline fansign and cafe event the 6 members are gonna be there but the video call fansign is only limited to 60 people. why not just bring him out with the 6 other members for the offline fansign event ?? what is belift doing bro omg
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