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[kagunekuna]

18+

You and coworker!Sukuna hook up after your company’s annual holiday party, and accidenly join your work zoom meeting from the same room the next morning…

a/n sorry this is a bit late for kinktober. also sorry its longer than i expected and not proof read. but anyway please enjoy some soft kuna !

The rented out bar glowed with dim, orange-hued lights, casting a warm glow across the open space.

Strings of fake cobwebs caught the gleam from the overhead bulbs, adding a playful touch of spookiness to the atmosphere. Music thumped softly, carrying the energy of everyone letting loose after months of grueling deadlines and meetings.

You finally walked in, adjusting your vampire-esque outfit: a sleek black dress that stopped just above your knees, with a thigh-high slit hinting at the allure beneath. The subtle bite-mark makeup at your neck added a tantalizing touch, making it work-appropriate yet provocative enough to ensure a certain someone’s attention.

But Sukuna’s attention was already always on you.

From the moment he saw you, his dark eyes flicked over you like they usually did whenever you casually approached him. The devilish horns on his headband matched his smirk. It was oddly fitting for him. Silly and very low effort for the occasion.

And there was that oh-so familiar glint in his gaze that always made your stomach flip. He leaned back against the bar, drink in hand, his presence drawing you right toward him.

“Finally decided to grace us with your presence,” Sukuna, the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on, teases you. His voice was as grumbly as ever. Clearly, he didn’t want to be here after working hours. But seeing you walking through the doors? It was all worth it. “I was beginning to think the vampire would skip the party.”

You scoff, gesturing to your other drunken coworkers scattered across the bar. Some were dancing awkwardly while others sat and chatted about work. A few were quietly on their phones, their thumbs tapping away unsure of how to socialize.

“And miss out on this?” you laugh. Sukuna’s own laughter mirrors yours, his gaze following your gesture, taking in the scene with amusement. “Just get me a drink already.”

“Way ahead of you, sweetheart.” Sukuna slid a glass your way that the bartender had just put down. He must have ordered it, knowing you were on your way. The idea of being thought of by him had a blush cascading your cheeks.

It’s true, you were always the first thing on his mind.

Sukuna watches you closely as you take a sip, dark eyes focused on the way your lips parted to catch the edge of the glass, your exposed neck thrown back as you nearly down the liquor. The movement was borderline hypnotic, and he found himself captivated by your side profile.

“These are on the company card tonight, right?”

Sukuna’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, already turning to order you both more drinks. And shots. For good measure. “That’s right. We better make ‘em count then.”

This was the usual dynamic between you two. You were essentially “work besties,” for lack of a better term. Neither of you took the job very seriously, despite your skills. You often found yourselves in meetings where you were called out for chatting too much. He would frequently text you on the side, sharing his observations about the manager’s appearance or recounting amusing anecdotes from conversations with other coworkers.

So it was only natural that you clung to each other at stupid events like this. He’d quickly become the reason you looked forward to work in the morning. And as for Sukuna, the reason he would wake up at all most days.

Though he’d never tell you all that, of course.

Several rounds of god knows what kind of drinks later, and you and Sukuna found yourselves tucked back in the corner of the bar in some random booth. The holiday party had somehow gown rowdy now that everyone had loosened up.

You could say that about yourself too. Sukuna caught the way your cheeks flushed a faint pink now, quite the cute effect of a couple of shots, he must admit.

But mostly, he couldn’t help but notice the way your work-appropriate outfit had begun to betray itself as the night stretched on. Or maybe you didn’t care so much to worry about how you looked.

But your dress rode up well past your thighs now, not bothering to keep tugging it down anymore. The cardigan you had draped over it was lost somewhere now. Your collarbones and subtle cleavage were plain as day now.

A god damn succubus is what Sukuna decided you were dressed as tonight.

His arm draped over the back of the booth behind you. Not close enough to be deemed inappropriate for coworkers, but enough for you to shrink under the weight of his proximity. He smelled fucking divine, you thought.

Oh, your hair came undone as well he noticed, draping over one side of your face. Fuck, Sukuna was in trouble.

He thought he might say something he’d regret before he caught you sighing. Just quiet enough where he almost didn’t catch it. Your chin rested softly in your palm.

“You alright?” Sukuna nudged you, setting his glass down and giving you his full attention. He’d had enough to drink. You looked so pretty right now, he wanted to make sure he remembered it.

“It just-“ you stop yourself short. You weren’t plastered, but you were worried about sounding crazy to Sukuna in your slightly inebriated state. And having him be this close was not helping you think straight.

“Talk to me.”

You huff, staring out at the bar. “Just sucks when you know you don’t have someone waiting for you at home on a night like this.”

Sukuna’s eyes widened, his heart thudding lightly beneath his ribs. He felt it too. And yeah, it did suck. “Yeah… why else would I be wasting my time drinking with this lot.” He joked, eyeing your coworkers again.

But his eyes fell back on you right away. The way you blushed, the tips of your fingers tracing the rim of your class, a faint but sad smile etching across your lips.

You didn’t know what about the conversation made you shift. But you suddenly felt the need to be close to him. The primal need for connection and contact that you’d longed for these last few lonely years. But certainly you didn’t want that with just anyone, no.

Sukuna’s breath caught in his throat when you angled your body closer to his. Your thigh pressed against his under the table, and you dared turn your face to look right back at him, noses nearly brushing.

The man sucked in a breath. This was it. This was the moment he wanted. So without thinking much more, or rather before his mind could tell him otherwise, his tattooed hand reached up to cup your cheek and sealed his lips to yours.

It was the most gentle of touches you’d felt in forever. Heart fluttering under the soft pressure against your mouth, you sigh into it with a sudden relief. It’s like he could’ve sensed your need for some sort of contact in that moment.

You lean into him im hopes of reassuring his actions, hands hovering in your lap unsure of what to do with them right away, trapped in the shock of the moment.

But it’s this very hesitation that makes Sukuna pull away, nose to nose with you again. Breath heavy. “I’m sorry if I read that wrong. I know we’ve had a few drinks and I didn’t even ask-“

“Come back,” you whined, now confidently gripping his shirt collar and pulling him right back against you. Sukuna groaned this time into the much rougher kiss you initiated. He fell forward, hand reaching across your body and landing on the booth just beside your opposite thigh to catch himself, slightly caging you in.

You giggle into the kiss, the sound so sweet in Sukuna’s ears. If you weren’t at a work party, he’d be pressing your back against the booth already. Not that this wasn’t already unprofessional behavior. Though he doubted the drunkards running about the bar weren’t sparing you so much as a glance.

Your hands moved up to hold the sides of his neck, lips not once parting from his. Sukuna’s hand now rested against your hip, squeezing the meat of it just above your ass. The careful caress had your mouth parting, tongue sliding out to collide with his in a wet mess. You could feel the heat immediately coursing through your body. A low rumble emits from Sukuna’s throat when your nails trail along the nape of his neck.

“Shit,” he has to pull away for a moment, maintaining what little restraint he had. A string of saliva connected you both, sitting there forehead to forehead. “Too much?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

You devilishly grin at his words. Ironically looking up at the devil horns now crooked atop his pink hair, you removed them and placed them on your own head. He watched your movement curiously. This was infatuation at its finest.

“Not enough, actually.”

A siren is now what he decides you are, your sweet voice pulling him to you. Your third costume of the night.

Sukuna took this as a green light. He hauled you up in his lap with a hidden strength you didn’t know existed. There you sat, not straddling, but sitting on top of him with your bottom pressing down against his clearly hardened cock confined in his slacks.

Your ears become hot at the feeling. You angled your body toward him again, his face nearly eye level with your cleavage now. He didn’t do much to hide his stare. Sukuna twitched pathetically in his pants as he thought about suffocating right between them. Or between your thighs. Anywhere you wanted him, quite frankly.

You realized very quickly how much you liked this side of Sukuna. A side you’d been so desperate to experience the more you got to know him.

Eventually, he tore his eyes away, chin tilted up at your face. You were glowing. An angel is officially what you were, shining before him despite the devil horns you perched upon your head. “You might be the death of me, woman.” He grunts before he could think.

This earns another sweet giggle from you. He looked so tender beneath you, so you can’t help yourself as you press soft kisses across the features on his face. You kissed his nose, his cheek, his temple while your nails traced the tattoos decorating his skin, skimming your fingertips over his eyebrows, down his jaw, all while your lips trailed to his ears.

Goosebumps raise on his tender skin just beneath your kitten licks and kisses. You trail further down his neck and eventually to his clavicle. At the same time, Sukuna felt you ever-so-gently rocking your hips as you perched in his lap. Not enough for anyone to notice in the dark bar, but plenty for him to feel.

Not an angel. Definitely the devil is what you were.

Holy shit was Sukuna rock solid in his jeans. If he didn’t know any better, he’d cum right here in his pants underneath you. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish,” Sukuna grumbled in a choked moan. He was teasing, but he said it with a subtle fear layered beneath it. Like maybe he was imagining things. That maybe this, you, the thing he’s been dreaming of, yearning for since the day you started working here, would be too good to be true.

“You know,” you purred, pulling away from his neck with a final peck. Your cunt clenched around nothing when Sukuna’s hand gripped your thigh in anticipation, awfully high, pinky just brushing your panties. “If you’re as scared as I am about going home to no one, I’ve got some shitty movies and more questionable decisions we can make together back at my place.”

Sukuna didn’t even bother answering you.

Instead, he nips at the fake bite mark on your neck in response. He drags you with him to stand from the booth, grabs your purse for you and slings it over his broad shoulder before grabbing your hand carefully in his.

Out the door you went without so much as a goodbye to your boss. Your sure it’ll be fine, though.

—

“Fuck!” You cry out as Sukuna buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. Your sopping for him at this point. Breasts spilling out of your bra, bouncing with each powerful movement of his hips, drawing in his hungry eyes. He was oh so drunk on you.

The sight above you is a vision of pure ecstasy. You lie with your back flat on the rumpled sheets, your body on fire. Sukuna kneels before you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with wet, squelching sounds that fill the room, a rhythm that perfectly matches your shared pace.

“D-don’t let go of me, Kuna,” you purr his name in a moment of vulnerability, itching to be under his skin.

“Fuck me,” Sukuna groans at your slick hole squeezing him tight. After this, he wasn’t sure letting you go would even be an option. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Pussy too good for me. So fucking tight around my cock.” He words make you cry out his name even louder.

One of his strong arms holds your thigh in a tight grip, pulling you closer and granting your wish. His other hand is a master of pleasure, tracing tight circles around your swollen clit. Your sticky arousal coats your tighs and his lower abdomen, needy body responding to him in a messy ordeal that that leaves you and him breathless.

How could you not be, with a view like this?

Sukuna’s shirt is caught between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and pure concentration. His eyes, half-lidded with lust, are fixed on the way your body welcomes him, muscles clenching around him with each thrust.

“Mmm,” he’s humming in his throat now. Kissing a trail across your ankle that was carefully tossed over his shoulder. “I must’ve saved a country, gettin’ to fuck this pretty little body.”

Your face heats up at his admission. God, he knew just what to say to get you going. “Been want—no. Been n-needing you for so long,” you manage between breaths.

You think he looks incredibly attractive right now. The way he’s studying your body, his focus unyielding. But in Sukuna’s mind, nothing is more perfect than the woman beneath him right now. While your left believing his thoughts are trained on your body, he’s actually fighting the urge to cum.

He’s been trying to hold back the wave of pleasure that’s threatening to overwhelm him. Every wet squelch, every knock against your cervix, every cute whine that leaves your lips, is a test to not blow his load right there.

It’s the way you trust him completely with your body that has him on the edge. Earlier, you had to pry his mouth away from your cunt because Sukuna swore he could have stayed down there for hours, drinking you in. He made you cum twice before even considering taking you properly.

He’s obsessed with the sounds you make when you feel good—the little whimpers that sound like his name, the way you bite your lip and tilt your head to the side, your cheeks flushed and your mouth forming the sexiest little ‘o’ as you near your own peak.

That’s exactly the look you have right now, and Sukuna needs to get closer to you. To see up close how you’ll look when he draws your orgasm from you.

With a growl, Sukuna tears his shirt off, finally coming down over your body. You whine at the sudden change in pace, the deep, slow thrusts replacing the earlier rhythm. He’s hunching over you, taking your nipples into his mouth, lavishing them with attention, his face buried between them as if he’s been dreaming of this all night (he has been).

Then he’s burying his face in your neck, his thrusts slow but powerful. Each time he bottoms out, you moan softly in his ear, the sound sending shivers down his spine and making goosebumps form on his skin.

“Been dreaming about this the day you started working in that shitty office.” He’s mumbling more confessions into your skin, muffled and just barely audible.

Sukuna wraps two strong arms beneath your back, holding you two him now as he continues rocking into you. This new position and slow pace was awfully intimate compared to when he sat up earlier. Now? You could feel his heart beat matching yours against your almost naked chest.

“Do you mean that?” You struggle to get out. You haven’t felt this much pleasure in so long. All you could do was drag your nails against his skin for some relief.

“Yes. Every—shit you’re milking me woman—every fucking day. The only reason I—fuck—show up to work anymore.”

Shit, is your coworker making love to you? The slow pace continues as he leans up to look at you, his eyes wild and mirroring your own. You’re both staring at each other, lips parted, panting, just lost in the moment. Your cunt clenches at the emotional connection, and that draws a long, low moan from Sukuna’s lips.

On instinct you choose to swallow the moan with your own lips. Sure, you’d made out alot as you were leading him to your bedroom. But he hadn’t attempted to kiss you since he’d started to fuck you.

And you can honestly say you’d never had anyone kiss you so slowly and languidly in your life. It was like you both had all the time in the world. Tongues gently explored one anothers, swallowing eachother whole as you moaned into it, the steady movement of his hips against yours picking up now.

Your grip onto his biceps, and the contact nearly has him whining. What the fuck are you doing to him? He’s never been like this with anyone. Sure, maybe he was gentler with you, but now? He feels weak, pathetic, so in love…

Love? Is that what he’s been feeling this entire time? The realization overwhelms him, and he feels himself picking up pace even more. His arms tighten under you back, holding you to him as he begins to rut into you at a steady rhythm—fast enough to chase his release, but slow enough for you to reach your high as well.

“Gonna make me cum so fucking hard,” Sukuna’s is moaning against your lips now. “Gonna let me make this pretty pussy mine finally?”

“Yes yes yes!” you’re practically chanting at this point. “Fuck me faster, Kuna, please. Wanna cum for you.”

You just feel so good, and you look so pretty for him. He needs to cum in that tight little hole sooner rather than later, suddenly worried that you might up and leave him.

Your body tenses when he speeds up, and you feel the familiar build of your orgasm. “Sukuna!” you gasp, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. “I’m—” Your words are cut off as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure. You cry out his name again and again, nails digging into his arms as you ride out the intensity of your release.

Sukuna feels your cunt clamp down on his cock, the rhythmic pulsing drawing him closer to the edge. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. “Just like that. Don’t you dare let go of me either.”

With a final, deep thrust, Sukuna buries himself inside you, his body shivering as he comes undone. He groans your name, his release pulsing into you, stuffing you full completely with thick ropes of his cum. He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftermath of his release.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. Sukuna finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

“That was... life changing,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.

Sukuna nods, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your arm. “I’ve never felt this way before, you know. With anyone.”

You giggle at the way his face instantly blushes at your words. Truly soft Sukuna was a sight to see. He speaks up again when that familiar grin forms on your lips. “If you make fun of me right now I’ll kill you. And nobody at the office will ask what happened to you.”

This makes you full on laugh, head dropping into his neck to contain yourself. He doesn’t join you in laughter, but you can feel his smile against your hair, hands sliding lovingly down your back and over the swell of your ass.

“I didn’t even say anything!” you protest once your laughter dies down. “It’s okay. I feel the same.”

Sukuna leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s sweet and gentle and tastes just like him. You let a comfortable silence fill the room before speaking again. “I’m glad we didn’t have to go home alone.”

Sukuna didn’t need to answer. He pulls you back down onto him, threading his fingers through your hair in a soft grip. One that said he wasn’t letting go of you ever. And he held you like that until you drifted off to sleep.

-

The soft hum of the coffee maker fills the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. You stand at the counter, dressed in Sukuna's oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, your hair slightly disheveled from the night before.

Sukuna leans against the opposite counter, his eyes locked on you, a smirk playing on his lips. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but feel a rush of nerves.

As you pour the coffee into two mugs, Sukuna pushes off from the counter and strides towards you, moving before his mind could catch up.

He stops behind you, hands resting on your lower stomach, pulling you back against him. You can feel the heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing against your back.

"Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. His lips capture yours in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiarity from last night that sends shivers down your spine. His hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts, as if he can't get enough of you.

You melt against his embrace. It’s like your body responds to his touch almost in an instant. The nerves that had been gnawing at you since he stayed the night dissipate, replaced by a sense of rightness and security. This feels so good, so perfect, so... you.

Sukuna pulls away slightly. His eyes searching your with his forehead pressed against your own. "You know," he begins almost too serious. "I want to take you on a real date. Just you and me. No work and no distractions this time."

Your heart skips a beat. "Yeah, I’d like that," you whisper, a soft smile playing on your lips.

But before either of you can say more, a sudden realization hits you both at the mention of work. Your eyes widen as you remember the work Zoom meeting scheduled for today. Fridays are your remote days, and you've both completely forgotten about the call.

"Shit," you mutter, your hands flying to your mouth. "Our morning meeting! It starts in two fucking minutes!"

Sukuna's eyebrows furrow, a look of subtle stress crossing his face. "Fuck, you're right. Thank god I brought my work bag."

In a flurry of motion, you both scramble to grab your laptops, your movements awfully clumsy. You rush back to the kitchen table, trying to fix your appearances as best you could. Sukuna runs a hand through his tousled hair after retrieving a shirt while you quickly pull yourself together. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

As you both log onto the call with pounding chests, you realize with a start that you have the same fucking background. Your eyes go wide with disbelief. How could you have been so careless?

The teasing starts almost immediately. Your coworkers, oh how much you loved (hated) those people, instantly see the familiar living room behind you both on the screen. Naturally they begin to question why you and Sukuna curiously had the same exact setup.

"Hey, aren't you two supposed to be remote today?" one coworker chimes in, a rather annoying smirk on their face.

Another chuckles, "Looks like someone had a sleepover!"

A few more join in, their comments ranging from playful to slightly more suggestive. But then, one coworker's remark toward you is less than kind, causing a stir in the group chat.

"Guess we know why she was always so chummy with you at work," they snide in a tone laced with disapproval.

Sukuna's expression darkens in a way it never has before. A scowl so deep etches itself across his face. He unmutes himself, his voice firm with the intent to shut everyone up. "You got anymore fucking questions for her?” he growls, his eyes flashing. "It's none of your business where we are or what we're doing. And if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with HR. Now, are we gonna talk about work or are you all still too hungover?”

The room falls silent. Sukuna wasn’t one to speak out often. So when he did, they knew he was serious. His hand suddenly finds your leg under the table, his fingers stroking your skin in a soothing, possessive gesture. He pulls you closer while still remaining on his own screen.

You sigh into his touch, trying your best to hide your smile. The rest of the meeting passes in a blur, the two of you lost in your own world, hands entwined and bodies pressed close the whole time.

As soon as the meeting ends, Sukuna slams both of your laptops shut with a satisfying click. He stands up, his eyes locking on yours. "I'm taking you back to bed before I quit this dumb ass job," he declares.

Before you can respond, he sweeps you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with a playful growl. You laugh, your arms wrapping around his waist as he carries you back to the bedroom, ready to pick up where you left off.

@beereadzzz @yyeonbinn @zukozzn

[lovesickchoi]

hii! you’re one of the first ppl i followed when i first opened a tumblr acc and ive loved your works since then. just dropped by to say im glad ure still here <3 mwa

Omg hi love!! This actually just made my day thank you so so much for reading my fics🩷 Im glad youre here too! Hope you’re doing well xoxo

[kagunekuna]

18+

Master Jinshi is not permitted to touch, let alone be in love with, his pretty servant… so you’re forced to find another way to have him.

a/n please tell me you guys see the vision. i need him so bad

The Crystal Palace, once a stuffy cage, had become a home because of you.

Jinshi kept you close, favoring your intelligence and wit. You were one of the few who understood the twisted politics of the court, the hidden games no one else could see. And with you, he never had to pretend. You understood him fully, and he understood you.

Your mind had become indispensable to his work, and he never once asked you to perform menial tasks. Your hands were too delicate, your mind too sharp, for anything so trivial. He liked having you in plain sight, far from the prying eyes of military men and judgmental whispers of the court ladies.

The tension between you both was indescribable. Desire, restrained by royal duty, burned hot. It was a treacherous want that neither of you could openly indulge.

Gaoshun warned Jinshi repeatedly not to get too close, but even his position in the court couldn’t keep him away from you.

This late night found Jinshi slumped over his desk, pen in hand, exhaustion etched across his features. You moved quietly around him, setting down tea, offering suggestions, lingering close enough to be seen but careful not to overstep.

The hours had passed with Gaoshun gone, leaving you alone together. Jinshi recalled Gaoshun pausing in the corridor just before he left, looking over his shoulder at the younger boy in a final warning. One that Jinshi already knew he would never heed.

The dimly lit room felt like it existed only for the two of you. The air buzzed heavy with restraint.

“Come here,” Jinshi said suddenly. His voice was edged with exhaustion and combed through with longing.

You rose instantly. “Of course, Master Jinshi.” The sight of him in the moonlight made your heart race. He was always beautiful like this, you thought.

He rapped his long fingers against the desk in front of him. “Sit. Right here.”

A thrill ran through you as you stepped forward, sliding carefully onto the edge of his desk, legs dangling over the polished wood. His eyes darkened instantly, flickering over you with a hunger he struggled to keep in check.

“You hesitate,” you teased lightly despite the desire coursing through you. “Why?”

“I…” he faltered, brushing some hair from his eyes. “You already know what I feel for you, my lady." His throat tightened, words failing him. “But anything I do or say now might be crossing a line.”

You leaned forward. Somehow you just knew, it would be this moment right here or never. “Then allow me to cross that line.”

With a slow exhale, you allow one hand to dip beneath the folds of your robes, fingers sliding over the slick, swollen folds of your cunt. Each movement parted your robes further, exposing the heat pooling between your legs to a red faced Jinshi.

For a moment, you panic, worried you’d read him entirely wrong, prepared to been thrown out of his office for good.

Despite the fear, wetness coated your fingers as you spread your digits, teasing your clit in slow circles. You let out a soft gasp, glancing up nervously to see his eyes following every movement.

“You are beautiful,” Jinshi whispered hoarsely. Relief almost instantly courses through you. His own hand hovers near his chest. “I… I shouldn’t.”

“Please,” you nearly bef, legs shifting and your heart hammering. “Do it for us. Just tonight.”

God, how Jinshi loved that you were the only one who could demand such things of him. He feels his already hardened cock leak obscenely.

He hesitated at first, gaze fixated on your fingers delving in and out of your hole with wet squelches, on the way your hips rolled with your own touch. That should be my touch, is all he can think. Then, with steady hands, he let himself mirror you. Robe slipping open, cock swollen as he stroked slowly, letting himself watch you fervently. He was afraid to so much as blink. Every stroke and hitch of his breath betrayed his composure.

“Jinshi…” your voice trembled, breath catching. “Been needing you so terribly.”

His lips parted in pleasure. “I've wanted to - shit- to see you like this for so long. Even if we can’t…” He trails off as his calloused hand moved swiftly over his throbbing length. Slick fingers glide over the swollen red tip. The sound of his wet strokes mingled with your graceful moans. Even spread wide for him like this, you were a lady.

You slowed your movements, letting him watch, giving him every shiver and soft whine that left your lips. You wanted Jinshi to know each sound and motion was all because of him. His chest heaved at the filthy sight, fingers catching on the beads of milky white precum as his gaze never left your figure.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he rasped, half-lidded eyes glued to your leaking cunt, watching you cutely rub yourself against your fingers and the cold surface. “Leaking all over my desk. Is this all for me, princess?”

Your gaze met his, hips shifting to sink your fingers into your fluttering hole. You're ruining his work space at this rate. "All for you, Master.” you breathed.

"Fuck," Jinshi whimpers, really whimpers, out in utter disbelief. He fucks his fist at a faster pace watching your tight hole clench around your tiny fingers, thinking about how he could fill you up with something much more satisfying. "Good fucking girl. Always so good for me."

A soft, broken whine of his name escaped your lips, enough to make his eyebrow twitch. You can see him clinging to his self control. His body trembled from head to toe, brain feeling foggier than ever. But still he kept a respectful distance while sat.

Your sopping fingers never ceased gliding in and out of your swollen walls with little gasps. More of your wetness pooled onto the wooden desk beneath you at the view of Jinshi's pulsing cock rutting up into his veiny hand. In a moment of neediness you prop both your feet up onto the desk, giving Jinshi an even better look at between your legs. The angle draws a nasty groan from his throat, basically eye level with your cunt.

Your eyes widened when Jinshi ran his middle and index fingers over the wood, collecting some of the wetness. He raised them to his glossy lips, lapping up your essence with fluttering lashes. He’d swore never tasted anything sweeter as he moaned around the digits.

“Wish I could taste the real thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away with a wet pop, tracing a path down the expanse of your body. Never touching you directly, but outline your curves with a gentle space separating you two, teasing and leaving your core coiled tight.

You couldn't do anything but writhe on the desk at his filthy actions. Eventually, his hand moved back over his cock, more motivated than ever. Every stroke grew sloppier, his lower abs sticky with arousal, muscles flexing with each desperate movement.

“Fuck, you’re making me lose it,” he growled, hovering closer, eyes locked on yours. “I want to be inside you so bad, my lady. You have no idea.”

“Me too, Master Jinshi. W-want you ruin me for anyone else.” you whispered as your other hand rubbed against your bundle of nerves, fingers curling, hips shifting, leaning into the rhythm.

The two of you moved together in a mirrored frenzy: You spread open on the desk, him seated, so close but never quite close enough. Both your eyes remained locked, dazed and overheated to say the least. Every subtle shift of your body drew a low groan from Jinshi. Fingers gliding greedily over his cock, matching the urgency of your own, skin sliding over skin, precum mixing with your wetness on the flat surface.

“Look at me,” he groaned. “I need to see every inch of you… just for me.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed, drool dribbling from your red lips. “All of me.”

You pushed your fingers deeper, curling them and imagining they were his, catching the most sensitive parts. It was a complete mess. His eyes burned into yours, lust threatening to overwhelm him.

You let out the softest whimper, one that sounded so innocent and so just for him. The tiny noise wormed it’s way into Jinshi’s ears and etched itself into his brain. His cock jump in reaction, and that was the match to the flame for him.

Jinshi groaned, unable to restrain himself any longer, and shot up from his chair. His stands and grips the desk with white knuckles at your sides, hovering centimeters away from your body, lips just shy of brushing yours. His cock throbbed against his stomach, face flushed as his stood between your bent legs.

But he stopped just short before he could touch you. He knew in his mind that he couldn’t. Not yet, and not like this.

If Jinshi was going to fuck you, he would do it the right way, with you as his princess in the bed he hopes to one day share with you.

So you continued, touching and moaning for each other just short of contact. Fingers curled, rubbing, stroking, wetness pooling, mixing with the sticky slick of his hand on his cock. Every whiny moan of your name on his lips drove you higher, until finally, the wire snapped.

“Jinshi fuckkkk I can’t any longer-“

“It’s okay, princess,” he cooed. “Let go for me.” You came hard on his desk in a shiver, trembling as your orgasm washed through you, your head tilting back slightly. Your tongue shot out, grazing the corner of Jinshi’s lips almost accidentally, and it was enough for him.

Between watching your orgasm wash over you and the feeling of your innocent tongue brushing his lips, he broke entirely in that instant. Jinshi came with a groan and spilled his load over your cunt in one messy release.

Your bodies trembled, hovering together with your lips still inches apart, tongues brushing just slightly with breaths ragged.

“I… I can’t stay away from you,” he said between heaves, eyes shining as they looked down at you.

“I know,” you whispered back. You follow his gaze down between your bodies where his release mixed with yours before looking back up at him. “I can't either. Please, tell me that you’ll find us a way.”

At your words, Jinshi allowed himself to press his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with his. He didn’t need to tell you his plans. But he would always find a way if it meant having you.

The moonlight painted you both in silver in the afternath, robes still loose and open. His hair fell across your flushed faces. In the quiet, you both understood one thing: this was only the first taste of what was to come.

Jinshi was sure to get an earful from Gaoshun the next morning. But it would be worth it.

[saintfaux]

[lovesickchoi]

34+35 PROMPTS

“open your mouth.”

PAIRINGS: beomgyu x f!reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: best friends brother scenario, secret relationship, fingering, beomgyu uses your panties as a gag, talks you through it, dirty talk, unprotected sex

WC: 2.6k

part 1 | part 2

You were practically living the dream.

Running around in secret with Beomgyu was everything you had imagined and more. It was exciting, sexy, fun—and the best part? You managed to keep it up without his sister finding out. On Beomgyu's end? Oh, he was in heaven. He did everything in his power to keep you. You had him completely wrapped around your finger, and he loved it.

You could snap your fingers and Beomgyu would be at your side. He always made himself available to you, not daring to miss out on one of the very slim opportunities you both had to see each other in private. He would probably fade away if you ever looked elsewhere to be satisfied. Not that you were looking anywhere else to begin with. You'd been patiently waiting for Beomgyu to properly ask you out for weeks. But knowing the added complication of his sister, aka your best friend, you never made a big deal out of it. Despite this, Beomgyu would fuck you every chance he got. And he'd fuck you anywhere he could. Your place when your roommate wasn't home, against the front door the moment it shut. His car parked in some random lot, or even in his driveway late at night. The locker room of his empty gym after he'd texted you to meet him there. The fitting room of a quiet clothing store for the thrill of almost getting caught. You two were like horny high schoolers who couldn't keep their hands off one another. If the heavens graced him with a chance to be inside of you, Beomgyu wouldn't complain about where or when it happened.

Take the car situation, for example.

The windows had been completely fogged up, the air hot as Beomgyu’s hand slid beneath your hoodie, touches greedy against your bare skin. His other hand under your shorts with two fingers already stuffed deep inside you. His weight pressed against you, the console digging into his side, but he didn’t seem to care—too focused on the way you sighed into his mouth, too desperate to feel you closer. You barely registered the vibration of his phone until he stiffened, pulling back just enough to check the screen.

One look and the color drained from his face.

Lil Sis🙄: just parked. where are u?

Your stomach dropped.

“Shit,” he muttered, already scrambling off you, reaching for the hoodie he’d practically torn off minutes ago. You followed suit, tugging fabric into place and fixing your shorts with shaking hands, trying to steady your breathing. Then, a shadow moved past the car.

Beomgyu barely had time to shove you lower into the seat before a sharp knock hit the window. Your pulse skyrocketed as you curled into yourself, barely daring to breathe.

He rolled it down just an inch, clearing his throat. “Oh, hey.” His voice was too casual, forced into something that would sound normal if she weren’t standing right there.

His sister tilted her head. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Taking a call.”

You stayed completely still, heart hammering so loudly you were convinced she could hear it through the door. Her eyes flicked to the fogged-up windows, lingering just long enough to make you nauseous.

Thankfully, she only shrugged. “Whatever.”

The second she was gone, you and Beomgyu exhaled at the same time. The paranoia stayed there, the risk still fresh in your veins. But when he turned back to you, chest rising and falling, a familiar dark look flickering on his face, you already knew.

This wouldn’t stop either of you. It never did.

Tonight happened to be one of those nights. You and Beomgyu were caught in quite a predicament. You could call it the closet situation. Beomgyu had you pressed up against the wall of his bedroom closet with a hand over your mouth, doors shutting you into the dark. Clothes swung on their hangers from your sudden intrusion, breath ragged and eyes wide.

His sister’s voice is too close. Right on the other side of the closet door. Your stomach twisted.

Neither of you move. Neither of you breathe.

You can see his face in the sliver of moonlight sneaking through the cracks of the door—jaw clenched, lips parted, sweat beading at his temple. He shifts, just slightly, like he’s listening for her next move, and his grip on your waist tightens.

The worst part? You’re still barely dressed. Beomgyu had you in nothing but your lacey bra. His own shirt was also discarded somewhere in the mess. You silently prayed your best friend wouldn't find the pile of discarded clothing. Making eye contact with Beomgyu, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

It was reckless and stupid—you knew it the second he pulled you into his room, kissing you so desperately that you didn’t even hear his sister’s car pull up outside. You didn’t notice until her footsteps hit the stairs. Until he was yanking you off him and shoving you in here, barely managing to snatch up your discarded underwear before the door burst open.

Now, with your bare legs pressed against his, your pulse hammering in your throat, you know—if she opens this door, it’s over.

A rustling sound. Next, a pause.

You squeeze your eyes shut, silently pleading.

“Hello?” she tries again, and the door creaks just an inch, just enough to send terror shooting through your veins.

His hand slips from your mouth, fingers brushing your lips in the process, and when he finally exhales, it’s shaky.

Then, just barely audible, he mouths it against your ear. "Don't. Move."

Another pause.

You hear her sigh. “Weird…” she mutters to herself. A shuffle of footsteps. The door creaks again, closing this time.

Silence.

Neither of you moves, barely breathing, until the sound of her footsteps fades entirely. Even then, you wait, seconds stretching endlessly.

Beomgyu finally exhaled, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. A quiet chuckle rumbles through his chest. “That was way too fucking close.”

You swallow hard, still feeling the ghost of his lips against your ear. The fear, the heat, the thrill of it all—it swirls together, making your head spin.

And then, just like always, his hands start to wander again.

Fingers skimming down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips, like he isn’t seconds away from breaking whatever self-control he has left.

“You’re insatiable,” you whisper, but there’s no real bite to it—not when your own body is already arching into his touch.

Beomgyu hums against your neck, lips barely brushing the skin. “You love it.”

And fuck—you do.

The adrenaline is still swimming in your veins. Now you were stuck in here. There was no doubt your best friend would hear the closet doors creaking open if you tried to leave now. Beomgyu's breath is hot, his hands impatient, and when he presses himself against you—hard, needy—you realize just how much he loves this too.

“Think you can stay quiet for me?” he murmured, voice low and wrecked.

Your nails dig into his arms, a shiver running down your spine. “I always do.”

Beomgyu grins against your skin. “Open your mouth.”

You look up at him with puppy eyes, lips parting without hesitation. The sight alone has his cock throbbing, the way you obey so effortlessly—so pretty, so perfect.

Slowly, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the lacey thong he swiped before shoving you into his closet. His gaze never leaves your parted lips as he carefully stuffs the black fabric inside.

Fuck.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, voice wrecked as he runs two fingers over your soaked folds. He can’t suppress his own moan, feeling just how desperate you've been—dripping from nothing but proximity, from wanting him.

You're already rutting against his hand, shameless, chasing the friction you’ve been denied for too long. A muffled whimper escapes you, barely audible around the panties on your tongue.

Beomgyu smirks. “So needy.”

Your hands fumble at his jeans, unzipping them in a rush, and the moment your fingers brush over his length, his hips jerk into your palm. His self-control snaps like a frayed wire.

With a low groan, he pulls his fingers from between your thighs and lifts them to his lips, tongue flicking out to taste you

A whine leaves your throat instantly.

Beomgyu just chuckles. "You like watching, don’t you?"

He's already shoving the rest of his clothes off, pressing himself flush against you. His mouth is on your neck, then your jaw, kissing, biting, claiming.

“So patient," he mutters with praise. "So fucking perfect."

His hands cup your breasts, squeezing, teasing, fingertips rolling over your nipples. He loves the way you arch into him, the way your body responds to him instinctively.

He loved how you were completely at his disposal, unable to respond with anything but your whines and sobs of desperation.

Gentle hands reach down to grip just beneath one knee, lifting your leg around his waist. His hand runs up your calf, letting you settle against him and get comfortable. "Gonna fuck you like you were made for me," Beomgyu whispers, taking his length into his hand to align with your cunt.

You nod your head pathetically, pulling his hips into you with your hiked-up leg. Beomgyu exhaled roughly at the contact, the movement forcing him to prod at your entrance. He wouldn't torture you anymore.

It’s not long before every inch of him is buried deep inside you, stretching you open. A sharp hiss leaves his lips, his body shuddering as your walls flutter around him. Hot, wet, clenching down so hard it makes his head spin.

Beomgyu holds himself there, savoring it. Letting himself feel you.

And fuck—every pulse, every squeeze has him unraveling. His lips part, a high-pitched whimper slipping free before he can stop it.

His eyes squeeze shut. His fingers dig into your hips. His entire body trembles.

“So fucking tight.” Beomgyu’s voice is barely above a breath. His forehead drops against yours. “You could make me cum just like this, baby girl.”

Beomgyu loves to tease himself like this.

Loves pretending he’s in control when, really, he’s more of a mess than you are.

Once he felt like he'd had enough, he moved in and out of you at an achingly slow pace.

Too fast, and he would be cumming on the spot. Too hard, and he'd be making too much noise. He had to set the rhythm just right.

You're mesmerized by the way Beomgyu's abs flex with every slow, deliberate thrust. The way his strong, veiny forearm tightens as he grips your leg, holding you open for him. Heat pools between your thighs, slick dripping down your legs, making a mess of both of you.

Beomgyu notices this. Of course he does.

His pace quickens—just slightly. Just enough to pull a gasp from your lips. Your head tips back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. Louder than you intended.

Beomgyu’s eyes snap up to yours, wide and alert. "You wanna get us caught?" His voice is cautious, but his hips never stop moving.

A large hand slides up from your waist, wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Controlling.

You shake your head frantically, leg tightening around him. A silent plea for him not to stop.

His fingers flex against your neck, his cock buried deep. You need him to keep going. Need to feel full.

Beomgyu smirks. “Then be a good girl and stay quiet.”

His grip on you is never rough. It never has to be.

This is just Beomgyu’s nature with you—careful, with every intention of wrecking you in the sweetest way possible.

The hand around your throat isn’t to dominate. Not really. It’s to steady himself. To remind himself that his needy little sister’s best friend is right here, in his hands.

All for him. His dirty little secret.

Hungry lips kiss the corners of your mouth, swollen and restless, claiming you. Beomgyu's thrusts are now much harder than before, forgetting every reason he needed to be slow.

With every thrust, you're pressed harder against the wall, your breasts bouncing with each movement, clothes swinging wildly on their hangers.

Your sounds are muffled, but Beomgyu’s? Completely unrestrained. His groans spill into the heavy air.

His head drops to your shoulder, just like before—lost in the way your pussy pulls him in, clenches around him like you never want to let go.

It’s too much. Beomgyu can’t take it any longer.

He needs you to cum for him. Needs to feel you shaking around him, clawing at his back, begging him to slow down when you both know he won’t. This is his one and only desire every time he fucks you.

Beomgyu picks his head up, seeing the gentle tear that streamed from the corner of your eye all the way down to your jawline. He smiles, knowing you're close, and licks the tear away. You shudder beneath him.

Next, he grabs your wrist, prying your hand from his shoulder. Carefully, he guides it lower, right where your bodies meet, forcing you to play with your own clit.

The second your fingers make contact, a mewl escapes your lips.

"Shhh," he soothes, rutting into you even faster, his breath warm against your cheek. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice dripping with praise. "You look so hot when you touch yourself. Just like that, baby."

And now, Beomgyu can’t stop.

Can’t stop rutting into you, can’t stop whispering every filthy thing he’s ever wanted from you.

His lips press against your ear, voice ridden with desire as his thrusts never slow.

"Wanna fill you up. Fill you to the brim with my cum. Don’t even care who hears. Just need to feel you dripping, leaking for me."

A sharp thrust followed by a strangled groan.

"My perfect girl. You’ll let me, won’t you?"

He could just make out the muffled way you tried to cry his name through your panties as your orgasm flowed through you, and that alone was enough to break him.

With a sharp, shuddering groan, Beomgyu buried himself deep, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls exactly how he’d needed to.

His hips jerked, riding out every last drop before he finally slipped out with a sharp inhale. Carefully, he lowered your trembling leg, only for your body to give out entirely.

He caught you in an instant, arms steady around your waist as he pulled the soaked fabric from your lips. Without hesitation, he kissed you breathlessly as you melted into him.

Fucked dumb. In his bedroom closet. With his sister most likely across the hall.

But then it hit you. Beomgyu had been so loud. You were never the one he needed to worry about.

You could feel both of your mixed release seeping out of you as you attempted to close your legs, not wanting to make a mess of his carpet.

He's always been quick to catch onto your every action, easily collecting the mixture and stuffing two fingers back inside of you.

"Beomgyu!" you yelp, gripping his neck for support, but you let him do what he wants. You always do.

"Can't have you wasting that," he chuckles at your reaction, pressing a shallow kiss to your throat.

Suddenly, Beomgyu's phone vibrates in the pocket of his discarded jeans. You make concerned eye contact with each other.

His jaw drops when he retrieves his phone, turning the screen toward you to see.

Lil Sis🙄: you guys aren't as slick as you think you are

"Oh my god," you mutter with a press of your palm to your forehead. His phone buzzes again.

Lil Sis🙄: also would u just ask her out already so i don't have to overhear that ever again? its been weeks..

Beomgyu's face goes completely white. So much for sneaking around.

"Guess we should go out there and face her, huh?"

[lovesickchoi]

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[kagunekuna]

18+

Boyfriend!Choso who loves to eat it, put it in, then take it out and eat it again.

You don’t even get the chance to breathe before Choso’s on top of you.

Broad chest pressed flush to yours, his weight flattening you into the mattress. He’s been gone too long, way too many nights on some cursed mission, and the way he’s fucking you now proves just how much he missed you.

His hips are unyielding, driving into your needy cunt with a force that makes the headboard crack against the already paint-chipped wall. But his face is buried in your neck like he can’t bear to be any further apart than this.

“Fuck—fuck, I missed you—” His voice has never been this needy. Your broken little boyfriend all choked up driving between your gummy walls. You can feel the wetness of his tears mixing with sweat against your skin, his lips grazing your throat.

Choso’s monster cock twitches inside you, already so close to spilling his load, and his whole body shudders as he dreads nearing the edge.

“B-baby you’re fucking me so good,” your whines exit your glossy lips. Choso’s head rises from your neck to stare directly at them.

He’s trying so hard to hold it, to drag it out, but the sound of your voice does him no good. Every second of your body sucking him in was a test he’s failing. Choso’s pace falters, and you can tell he’s about to cum. “Shit, I’m gonna—fuck—not yet—”

You arch up against him, nails scratching at his muscular back with the perfect pressure, ready to help get him there.

But suddenly he’s sliding his sopping cock out of your cunt with a sharp curse. The sound he makes when he pulls out—like it physically hurts him—is filthier than anything you’ve heard come from his mouth. His entire body collapses forward, caging you in on his elbows, cock dripping and angry against your thigh. His chest heaves in self control.

“Choso?” You start, confused why he’d torture himself this way, but your question dies in your throat when he makes his way down your body without a word.

This time his mouth is on you before you can think, lips closing over your soaked cunt with a hunger that rips the air from your lungs.

The first stroke of Choso’s tongue has you moaning without revere, clutching at his dampened hair, but he doesn’t let up. He’s moaning into you, slurping you up like it’s his last meal on earth. He buries his face between your thighs as if he could crawl inside you just to be closer.

“Fucking missed this—missed you so much—” His words are muffled against you, warm breath spilling over your clit before he sucks it hard enough to make you chant his name in pleasure. His hands are pinning your hips down, nails digging into the meat of your thighs, holding you where he wants.

Your thighs clamp around his head, and he lets you, making zero move to split them apart. Your greed drives him insane, letting you pin him right where he needs to be as he devours every drop of your slick he can summon.

The orgasm builds fast—way too fast—and you’re crying out, legs vibrating, when he pulls back suddenly, face wet with you all over him. His eyes are glassy, lashes clumped with tears, his mouth swollen and red. He looks so pretty like this.

You reach down to cup the side of Choso’s face in your hands. He’s staring back up at you like just saved his life. His larger, veiny hand closes around your wrist that caressed his face, turning to press a chaste kiss to your palm. It’s a sweet gesture, one that only lasts for a moment.

Because then he’s right back inside you, grunting at the way he slips right in, so achingly deep you choke on your own moan out of surprise. His forehead presses to yours, strands of dark hair sticking to his damp skin.

“Wanted to last,” he huffs, voice cracking as he rolls his hips against yours, dragging every inch of him through your soaked walls just like before. “Gonna make this night so fucking long.”

You don’t even have time to register what he said before he’s setting a pace that’s nothing like before. No frantic, rushed strokes like he began with. Only deep and steady thrusts that make your toes curl and your walls clench greedily around him. And the look on his face when you tighten up, when you whimper against his lips—oh he’s addicted.

It goes on like that for hours. He fucks you with your knees pressed into your chest until he’s on the edge, pulls out with a moan that almost makes you concerned, and drops down to eat you like it’s the only thing he knows.

Choso drinks from you as if trying to replace the time he lost during the mission. He’s punishing himself for being away from you at all. And every time he dips back into you with his slick, hot, aching cock—you swear it feels even better.

By the third time you’re already raw and trembling, body jerking from the overstimulation, but he’s still not letting himself cum. His lips are permanently slick with you, his face glistening, his voice high and desperate as he whispers over and over into the corner of your lips:

“Not yet…not yet, baby…I’m not done with you.”

You’re falling apart in his arms, cumming again and again, until you’re sobbing his name, begging for him to finish. He could literally do anything to you in your currenly state.

Until finally—finally—when your body’s weak and his restraint is nothing but shreds, he let go. And he cums hard.

It happens the mere second he splipped back into you after eating you out one last time, having edged himself for too long.

He spills into you with a broken cry, clutching you to him so tight it almost hurts. His cock pulses rather hard inside your walls, warmth flooding deep, and he’s shaking, still whining your name into your neck. One hand holding your thigh in a bruising grip while the other roughly grips the sheet next to your head.

And even when it’s over, even when he’s trembling from the release, he doesn’t pull out. His chest heaves up and down against yours, lips pressed to your temple, and all he can whisper is:

“Never leaving you that long again.”

[lovesickchoi]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * It’s been days since the fight, and you’ve barely touched him. Hueningkai’s been patient—gentle reminders, fleeting contact, anything to feel close again. But once you let him in, he makes sure you never pull away again.

✦ Love Language: Physical Touch

pairing: hueningkai x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.5k

warnings: smut, f!reader, dom!hueningkai, sub!reader, makeup sex, wall sex, riding, overstimulation, possession themes, begging, multiple orgasms

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You genuinely did not mean to ignore Kai.

It was just that after the argument... things settled into a quiet dispute. With every room you shared, the air almost instantly flooded with tension. It worked its way into your subconscious. To the point where you didn't even realize you'd begun turning your back to him when brushing your teeth. Shrugging away from him when he tried to put an arm around you. Even sitting on opposite sides of the couch during a movie.

The worst part? You couldn't even remember how it started. Just that he said something that cut too deep. But as usual, you reacted without thinking, and suddenly everything was off. You didn’t yell. There were no slammed doors or snide remarks. Only a stillness that made everything ten times worse.

What made it unbearable for Kai was your lack of affection. At least during your usual fights, you wouldn't shy away from contact, letting each other know that you're still there. For him, touch was paramount. His way of saying I’m upset, but I still love you. Of saying anything at all.

But when you stopped reaching for him, when you pulled away ever so slightly when he leaned in to kiss your cheek goodnight, when you crossed your arms instead of letting them fall into his waiting hands, it stung him. Every intentionally missed chance crawled beneath his skin like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

Something had to be done about it. So Kai began slowly.

A hand on your lower back in the kitchen when you’re making coffee. A ghost of a touch, but it lingers, even after he walks away. His pinky brushing yours as you pass him the remote on the couch, the faint contact sending electricity through him. A leg tossed carelessly over yours in bed when he thinks you’re asleep, just enough to keep you within reach, and just enough to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.

You don’t lean into him or return the touches, but you don’t pull away either. And for Kai, that's enough for now. It was maddening, how something so small could feel so important. A reason to keep hoping you'd come back to the surface. Every time you didn’t move, he took it as permission. Almost like an ounce of forgiveness he hadn’t yet earned.

The itch continues to build over the days.

Until one night, you’re out with friends, tucked into the corner of a bar you both used to love. You're half-tuned into the conversation, some mixed drink sweating in your palm. You laugh on cue, smile at familiar faces, nod when appropriate, but none of it reaches you.

Kai's kept his distance, just like you seem to want. He's sat far enough away that his knee couldn’t bump yours beneath the table, laughed a second too late at a joke you would've whispered in his ear just days ago. He’s been so good.

But later that night, he watches you across the room. Your shoulders dip when Yeonjun makes you laugh. The way your lips curled softly at the corners, the way they only do for him. And then Beomgyu leans in, too close for him to ignore, and Kai forgets how to behave.

His feet move before his mind does.

Suddenly, he’s behind you. Close. His chest was nearly flush against your back. One hand finds your bare hipbone, warm fingers pressing into the skin, desperate to leave a mark. His grip isn’t harsh; it's more like a quick claim of what's his. The gesture wasn't loud whatsoever, but it was undeniable to the hungry boys around you.

You flinch—just a fraction. But again, you choose not to move. Kai's breath is soft against your ear, his nose brushing your temple. He says nothing to you. Instead, his thumb draws a single, slow circle into your skin. Both an apology and a reminder to you.

He stays like that for a moment too long, anchoring himself to you with just that small touch, begging that you’ll lean back. But when you don’t, he silently retreats. Slipping away like he hadn’t just poured his heart into the palm of your hand.

This time, his absence sends a chill through you. For the first time in days, your body aches for him in return. You pretend it didn’t shake you. But hours later, back in the apartment, it all comes to a head.

You’re sitting up in bed, both of you with your faces in your phones. Lights dimmed, still not touching one another. You scrolled mindlessly, not even paying attention to whatever illuminated your phone screen. Instead, you were all too consumed by Kai looming next to you. The room is eerily quiet, and you feel it before you see it: his presence shifting as the mattress dips beside you.

He sets his phone down first.

Kai turns to you to hook a leg over yours. Impatient arms wrap around your middle and drag you into him until your back is against his chest and your legs tangle. You try to keep your grip on your phone, but it slips from your fingers and hits the sheets with a dull thud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your shoulder. He was nervous. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your breath catches in relief. The dam finally breaks, and instead of turning away, you lean in. Your fingers curl at the sharp edge of his jaw and guide his mouth to yours. No more space. No more pretending. His body settles against you with a sigh, like he’s been waiting for this crack in the silence just to exhale.

The kiss is wrecked from the start. There’s nothing careful about it. It tastes like everything you’ve both swallowed down the past week: guilt, longing, frustration, need. His tongue slides against yours like he’s desperate to remember it. His hands stay tight on your waist, holding you still. You don't hold back your moans, and Kai swallows them whole.

He lays you back onto the bed with reverence, lips trailing down your throat, hands slipping beneath your sleep shirt to trace the backs of your thighs. Warm, calloused palms kneading your skin like he’s trying to relearn every inch.

"I'm sorry too," you whisper, voice cracking, eyes glimmering beneath his gaze.

He kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. His breath stutters as he speaks. “Then let me make up for this wasted time.”

You nod silently, but the hunger in his eyes falters—barred by restraint. It takes you arching up, lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, to get him to move.

This time, Kai rises with purpose.

One fluid motion turns you in his grasp, guiding you up from the bed until your chest meets the opposite wall. The chill of it against your skin makes you gasp.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he breathes, stepping into you, chest flush to your back. “Pressed up. Nowhere to run like you've been doing to me all week.”

You feel him hard against your ass. His arms wrap around your waist, firm but gentle. His breath is hot against your neck.

“I would think about it—how it might feel to fuck you right here. No distractions. No space between us. Just you… mine.”

Your hands brace against the wall, trembling when he drags your sleep shirt up and off, exposing you inch by inch.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, down your spine. Fingers slip between your legs, testing you.

“I want to feel every sound you make,” he murmurs, “and hear it echo off these walls.”

A soft whimper breaks from you. “Touch me, Kai.”

“I missed touching you.” His hand slides up, cupping your breast.

“I missed you.” You arch into him and lets out a grunt.

He kisses your jaw. Apologies and confessions of love spilling back and forth between you. “I hated waking up without you.”

“I hated it too,” you breathe, voice shaking at this point. “I’m sorry I made you feel alone.”

Your panties are gone before you even notice. Kai is sinking to his knees behind you, dragging the lace slowly down your thighs. His hands settle at your hips for a moment, breath fanning over the backs of your thighs. He carefully leans in.

You gasp when you feel his tongue slowly licking a stripe through your folds. His thumbs spread you gently, and he groans at the sight of you at this angle, wet and swollen just for him.

He buries his face there like it’s all he’s ever wanted. His tongue works expertly, curling against your clit, then dipping into you. Your knees nearly give, but his hands are steady at your thighs, holding you open for him.

“Kai—oh my god,” you pant, forehead hitting the wall.

He hums into you. Oh, how he missed the sound of your voice breaking just for him. His grip tightens when your hips begin to stutter forward.

“Stay still,” he murmurs against your heat. “I’m not done.”

He sucks your clit softly, flicks his tongue, and then kisses the slick skin just beneath. He licks you through one long, quiet moan from your lips—his favorite sound.

Only when you’re dripping and whimpering his name like does he finally rise to his feet.

You barely feel him stand to undress himself, way too dazed, until his cock is dragging through your folds, nudging your entrance.

“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Even now…”

He slides into you with one long, slow thrust. “F-fuck…”

You gasp, cheek now pressed into to the wall as you glance at Kai behind you, the look in his eyes making your knees buckle. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other hand cupping your breast, keeping you standing and tight against him.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes into your shoulder. “I’ve always got you.”

The rhythm he sets is slow and deep. Every thrust pushes his apology further into you, every kiss on your neck making you shiver. Your fingers curl against the wall, body shaking under the weight of it all.

Your hand reaches back blindly, searching for his. He laces your fingers instantly, pressing them to your stomach, holding you even tighter.

“Don’t run from me,” he whispers. “I need to be close to you again.”

You whisper his name, and he falters. He pulls out only to guide you back to the bed, collapsing against the mattress and taking you with him.

You straddle his hips, legs shaking, as he lines himself up again. He doesn’t waste a second before guiding you back down, slowly filling you to the hilt once more.

You cry out, the stretch, the pressure—so full, and he was deeper than before. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down onto him. He presses you flush to his chest.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he murmurs into your skin. “Not being able to hold you.”

You roll your hips once, and he whines your name unexpectedly.

“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes. “Like this—god—don’t stop.”

You do it again. Again. And again. His hips lift to meet yours, cock fucking into you from beneath, harder with each thrust. The bed creaks under the rhythm of your bodies. Your moans grow louder with need as you match eachother’s pace.

“You drive me insane,” he groans, dragging his mouth along your shoulder, biting softly.

You whimper, head falling back. You hold youself up with your hands against his chest. “Don’t stop touching me.”

“Never,” Kai swears, one hand gripping your thigh, the other moving to your clit. The way he circles it makes your eyes roll back.

“I—” a soft sob emits from your throat. “I’m gonna—”

“Let me feel it,” he begs you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

That's all it ever takes for you to cry out, entire body trembling, walls pulsing around him. He groans like he’s unraveling himself. “Fuck—fuck, I’m cumming—”

But Kai doesn’t stop. He moans into your neck, wanting to fuck into you even more. He was greedy. “Fuck, baby… again. Give me another.”

Your eyes flutter, head lolling slightly. “Kai—” Your voice is already weak. “I just—”

“I know,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder, rolling his hips faster again. “But I need it. Just one more. Please, baby.”

You gasp as he thrusts up again, the slick, overstimulated stretch of him dragging against your still-clenching walls. It makes you yelp.

“I just missed you too much,” he whispers, voice soft but intense. “Missed how pretty you sound for me."

His hand slides back down, fingers seeking your clit again. The touch is featherlight this time. You whimper his name over and over.

“I can’t—” you whisper, shuddering.

“Yes, you can,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”

You feel your body tipping again, sensitivity heightening with every movement of his fingers. He holds you there, one hand gripping your thigh, the other working you gently.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers up at you. “So perfect. And so mine.”

Your orgasm hits harder than the last. You shake in his arms, thighs clamping around his hips, mouth falling open in a silent cry. He swallows every sound. Pulling you back down onto him, he can’t help but kiss your cheek, your temple, your jaw. And then he finally follows.

Kai’s hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside as he groans, hips barely moving as he empties into you, voice broken against your skin. “H-holy shit. I love you.”

You go limp in his arms. But Kai doesn’t even think about letting go.

He cups your jaw with one hand and turns your face so he can kiss you. The aftershocks ripple through both of you as he brushes his hands down your sides.

Eventually, you shift off him with a breathy sound. He pulls you in immediately, chest flush to your back like the night began, curling his body around yours. One hand splayed across your stomach, the other stroking your hip.

Your voice is raw when you whisper, “I really am sorry.”

He laughs into your hair, nose nuzzling behind your ear. “Don't worry. I shouldn't have said what I said."

He kisses the top of your head and exhales deeply. The weight he’s been carrying finally lifts. But there’s a pause when he stills behind you. He clears his throat before speaking again.

“But don’t ever treat me like that during a fight again,” he adds, voice playful but serious beneath it. “Next time, I won’t be so gentle.”

You let out a quiet laugh, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair. “Deal.”

This time, when he pulls you even closer, you don’t hesitate. You just melt into him.

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📁 FILE 02: CHOI YEONJUN

⋆·˚ ༘ * Casual hookups transcend into more when Yeonjun can’t keep his feelings at bay anymore. With praise on his tongue and dirty words a testament of his devotion to you, he’s determined to show you what he’s been holding back.

✦ Love Language: Words of Affirmation

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Choi Yeonjun could coax an orgasm out of you like no other.

Powerful, blinding, earth-shattering climaxes that left your sensitive body trembling and your mind floating, all while the silver chain around his neck swung low and draped over your skin, marking you as his.

The bite of his bottom lip between his teeth and the scrunch of his forehead, taut with lust. The kiss of his lips to your cheek as your eyes flutter open, drawing light and reality back in. And finally, the slow drag of his hips as he exits your body.

Then he stands up from the bed and puts his clothes back on, already facing the door.

"So I'll text you tomorrow?" Always Yeonjun's last words, barely giving you time to come back to yourself before he's out of your bedroom.

This was the unfortunate nature of your friendship with Yeonjun. Or whatever a sane person might call the predicament you'd found yourselves in. A situationship. A fuckship. A please-don’t-let-me-be-the-only-one-feeling-like-this-ship.

The next day drags on like usual, but this time, you find yourself dreading it—dreading the moment you’ll have to feign a smile for Yeonjun again. He’s already waiting for you at the end of the street like always, ready to walk into your friend’s apartment by your side with another late night ahead.

His arm is naturally slung over your shoulder, keeping you to him, as you greet everyone inside. The proximity never fails to mess with your head. He was always like this around everyone. Touching you, teasing you, making flirtatious remarks that would leave your cheeks rosy. And somehow, more nights than not, it ends with you folded in half beneath him.

You know all too well how it goes. He’d say and do all the right things, painting a picture so perfect it almost felt real. For a moment, it would make sense. Like he wanted you the way you wanted him. Then he’d zip up his pants and leave.

But everyone saw it tonight.

The way Yeonjun stands just a little extra close to you. How your drinks were always shared. His fingers sometimes finding your leg under the table like the flesh of your thigh was calling to him, inviting him to stake his claim.

You hear someone—probably Beomgyu—joke in your direction. “Just fuck already.”

While you choke on your drink, Yeonjun doesn't even blink. “Who says we haven’t?”

The group howled. You laughed too. But you didn’t look at him, not really anyway, afraid he'd catch the frown evident on your face.

There was always a line neither of you dared cross. In public, you let the world think it was just a little playful recklessness.

Behind closed doors, it was different.

He touched you like worship. Fucked you like he was starved—afraid you’d vanish the moment he stopped. He’d murmur things against your skin you weren’t supposed to remember, call you his, tell you how good you were, how only you made him feel like this. You’d cling to his shoulders like you believed it, too.

Lately, after those doors closed, Yeonjun had been acting off. Sex was still intense. Mind-numbing, even.

Yet something would shift the moment he came. How he'd untangled himself from your limbs like it hurt. The way he whispered a soft “Later,” like he was trying not to say something else.

He never used to leave so fast. You never used to care. Not until the cold, empty space next to you began begging to be filled with his warmth again. You wish you'd known what changed.

So when Yeonjun asks if you want to go upstairs, just the two of you, you don’t even question it. The apartment is too crowded, too warm, the buzz in your chest a little too strong to ignore. You nod, letting him lead the way, even though you already know how it’s going to end.

It only takes mere minutes before you're both stripped down to your undergarments, with you face down in the bed as he traces your skin like a canvas.

Yeonjun is straddling your thighs, admiring every inch of your body lying on your stomach before him. His fingers begin just behind your ear, tucking some hair away. Slowly they drag further down your skin—neck, shoulder, spine cascading with goosebumps, waist, hips, the plump skin of your ass and the lacey material that hugged it.

He finally grips you with both his hands, squeezing tightly before bending over your body and biting ever so softly on your earlobe. Your thighs press together, desire pooling in your thin panties already.

Then his voice is whispy and needy against your cheek. “You feel like home to me. I could look at you like this forever.”

It’s unclear what about this that makes you snap. But you’ve had enough being misled, enough of the unkept promises.

“You always say things like that when we're like this. It doesn’t mean anything.” You call him out, only half joking, mostly defensive.

Yeonjun stills—his gaze heavy on only your face. His response pulls the air straight from your lungs.

“It means everything. You just don’t listen.”

It’s then that you realize your eyes have begun filling with tears, which you refuse to let spill. The weight of the situation comes to a head

"Hey," Yeonjun coos. His hands are on your shoulders, forcing you to turn onto your back so he can see you properly. His eyes widen at your red eyes looking back at him, noticing the way you suddenly closed off. He slides next to you on his side.

"Yeonjun, what is this?" You huff, tears gone and replaced with anger. "Because I do listen. That's the problem. I listen to you and I believe what you say. And then you're gone."

He thinly smiles, but there's a layer of shame behind it. “There’s a reason I had to stop hanging around after. If I stayed any longer I might’ve scared you away.”

"Why would you scare me away?" You're nose to nose with him now. You don't know if it was you or he who scooted closer.

"Because I’d stop pretending. I'd ask you to stop seeing anyone else. I'd want to be enough for you. And if I wasn’t, I don’t think I could take it."

You freeze, finally seeing Yeonjun for all that he is now.

He speaks again when you can't find the words. “You think I tell just anyone they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while they’re falling apart under me?”

Your voice is quiet, but sure. "Then stop pretending. Yeonjun… I want more. I just didn’t think you did." Your hand drifts up his chest, resting over his heart. "You're more than enough.”

Yeonjun’s breath stutters. “Then let me show you what I’ve been holding back.”

He surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. He finally lets himself feel everything he’s been holding back.

Your legs tangle instinctively as you both remain on your sides, facing each other, bodies pressed close. His hand is on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard line of him, twitching through both your underwear, pressing right where you need him.

His forehead rests against yours as he begins to move—subtle rolls of his hips that grind his cock against your center, dragging friction with each pass.

“Feel that?” he breathes dreamily. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.”

You gasp, your own hips moving now, chasing the pressure, the closeness, the heat. Your fingers clutch at his flexed bicep, needing something to hold onto.

A broken moan catches in your throat. “You think I don’t feel the same?” You whisper, your tone shaky. Your hips roll to meet his, earning a low groan from his lips. “You leave and I lie in that bed wishing you’d just… stay. I don’t want anyone else, Yeonjun. Just you.”

He lets out an uneven breath like he’s been waiting to hear that for months. His hand slides down to your ass, splaying wide across the flesh to drag you even closer, like he could mold your bodies together.

“Say it again,” he begs, grinding harder now, lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “Say it while I make you cum like this.”

You’re already gasping, forehead pressed to his, needing more and loving that this finally means something.

Every slow grind of his clothed cock against your soaked panties sends shocks through your core. You cling to him, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“O-only you, Yeonjun.”

The second the words leave your mouth, he lights up like a match to gasoline. He groans and grips your ass even tighter, rutting against you now with less restraint. This sends pleasure coiling through your gut.

“Fuck,” he breathes against you, panting now, almost angry with need. “You’re always so perfect for me.”

His hand slips between your bodies, cupping your pussy over your panties and pressing down just enough to make the pressure unbearable. Your head falls back, body shaking as he rocks against you harder, dragging your panties across your swollen clit.

“You sound so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “Every moan—fuck—it’s going straight to my cock. Wanna fuck you slow after this. Real slow. Wanna feel you pulse around me ‘til you’re crying.”

"Please keep going. I need you." You whimper.

“You gonna cum for me like this? Just from grinding? Look how fucking needy you are. I know your body better than anyone, don’t I?”

You nod frantically, already there. The build-up has been burning in your gut since the moment he touched you, and now it’s crashing down in waves—your orgasm slamming into you so hard your knees buckle.

“Yeonjun—” you cry, nails digging into his arm, your hips jerking helplessly against his cock as you cum.

He holds you through it, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other still cupping your cunt, letting you ride the high out on his palm. You’re soaked, panties ruined, your whole body trembling as he whispers filth against your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You cum so good for me.”

And then you feel it, how soaked he is.

The front of his boxers is soaked with pre-cum, the evidence of how hard he’s been holding back nearly obscene. He doesn’t even ask. He pushes his boxers down and tosses them aside, freeing himself. You’re still recovering, but the second his fingers hook into the sides of your panties and peel them off, the heat returns.

You don’t even think—your body moves on instinct. When he comes back down beside you, you grind against his thigh this time, and his jaw clenches at the feel of your bare, soaked folds dragging against his skin, leaving a trail of arousal in your wake.

“Holy shit,” he bites back a moans, watching you with heavy eyes. “Greedy girl. Get on your stomach again.”

You obey, letting him guide you down. He straddles your thighs like before, but this time, everything is different. This time, he knows you’re his. You know it, too.

“Ruin me, baby,” you whisper into the sheets.

He strokes himself slowly behind you, lined up and leaking, watching the way you lie flat before him. He lowers himself, chest and stomach pressed to your back, the weight of him trapping you.

“I meant every word I’ve ever said to you in bed,” he says softly before proceeding, brushing your hair to one side. “Every.” A kiss to your temple. "Single." To your neck. “One.” To the corner of your mouth.

Then he pushes in, sliding into your sensitive heat inch by inch until he’s fully buried. You choke on a moan.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers. “Still clenching from that last orgasm, huh? You’re gonna give me another, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

He starts to move slowly at first, grinding into your sweet spot with every stroke. Your body reacts on its own, already building again. He keeps you flat against the bed, one arm cradling your waist, the other laced with your fingers when you reach back for him. He intertwines your fingers without question.

You’re gasping now, high-pitched whines escaping your lips, babbling about how good it feels, how full you are, how close you are again.

“Don’t stop, please, fuck—Yeonjun—gonna cum again.”

“Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he grits out, rutting into you harder now, hips slapping against your ass, the sound filthy and wet. “So fucking perfect. So tight around me I can barely think.”

You sob into the mattress, your whole body vibrating with pleasure. His cock taps that perfect spot again and again, and you can feel his rhythm falter, his breath hitch. He’s close, so close.

“So sexy like this. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me, baby?”

“On my ass,” you whimper. “Wanna feel you.”

That’s all he needs. His hand slides into your hair, gripping tight, pressing your cheek to the mattress. His thrusts grow frantic, your clit grinding against the sheets, the pressure sending sparks down your spine.

“I love you,” he gasps, voice raw. “I love you so fucking much—”

And then you’re both coming.

You first, spasming around him, thighs shaking uncontrollably as the friction sends you over the edge a second time. He pulls out quickly, stroking himself fast as thick, hot ropes spill across your ass and lower back, his body trembling above you.

Neither of you moves. Your face is still buried in the sheets, breathing hard. He leans down, kissing your spine, your shoulders, your cheek. He's extra tender now.

But the fire in both your bodies hasn’t gone out. Not even close. Yeonjun knows it, too. Not when you two are finally on the same page.

His lips brush your ear. “I think we’re gonna need a bed we can ruin properly.”

You smile, still breathless. “Then let's get out of here. I want more of you."

"Come on," he chuckles, rolling off the bed. He extends a hand to you, gently tugging you up with him. "Yours or mine?"

You hesitate to say yours, and he senses it. His hands cup your face on each side, lowering his head to meet your eye line. "It's okay. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. I won't make that mistake ever again."

You don’t say another word. There’s no need to.

Clothes are slipped back on in silence, the air still thick with everything that just passed between you. When you head back downstairs, hand in hand, you don’t miss the wide eyes and gaping mouths staring after you. Yeonjun tosses a few half-hearted goodbyes over his shoulder without slowing down. You stay close behind him, face tucked shyly into his back as he guides you out the door.

But behind your flustered smile, pride, giddiness, and relief are all wrapped in one. Because finally, Choi Yeonjun was yours.

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WHERE HE CAN'T REACH ❥ 강태현, 최수빈

⋆·˚ ༘ * taehyun knew what you were to soobin: off-limits. boundaries were supposed to protect what you all had. but when affection starts to feel like ownership, and longing begins to look a lot like love, taehyun’s desire becomes the loudest betrayal of all.

pairing: taehyun x reader x soobin ✮⋆˙✐ 9.3k

warnings: f!reader, smut with plot, jealousy, toxic best friend soobin, possessive soobin, taehyun's in love, reader favors taehyun, roommates, alcohol consumption, hidden feelings, no mxm, voyerism, dom!soobin, switch!taehyun, sub!reader, eiffel tower, oral (f & m rec.)

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Soobin saw it in the way your eyes followed Taehyun across the room. The way you sighed dreamily, drinking in every inch of him—it was unmistakable.

You thought you were being discreet with your longing stares, only to have Soobin force your attention back to him with a tug on your waist.

Soobin was your childhood best friend. Connected at the hip for as long as you could remember. Every major life event, every core memory, every milestone. Soobin was there, as you were for him.

He had always been quite... territorial about you. And he couldn't tell when the feeling crept up on him.

Maybe it was the first time you cuddled during a movie as adults. Maybe it was the first time you changed your clothes in front of him in college, not thinking much of it since you took baths together as children. Or was it that day he finally had the chance to taste you, drunk and sloppy after a night out?

Or maybe—just maybe—it was when Kang Taehyun stepped into the picture.

Soobin had known Taehyun first, of course. Their friendship formed almost instantly when they ended up sharing the same schedule in college. Naturally, it wasn’t long before Soobin introduced you, his childhood best friend, to the person who had quickly become his closest friend at school. How could he not?

Soobin didn't regret many things in his life. But watching the way your eyes locked with Taehyun's as you spoke each other's names for the first time? That made him wish he could go back in time.

It wasn’t always bad, though. The three of you had once been inseparable, a tight-knit trio that stayed together well beyond college. You even became roommates as you stepped into your busy adult lives. On paper, it was the kind of perfect setup anyone would envy.

Until the year stretched on, and lines began blurring more by the day.

First, it was Soobin coming home from work later than usual, only to find you and Taehyun cooking dinner together and laughing a bit too softly. Not to mention the abrupt end to the laughter once he closed the door behind him.

Then it was Taehyun waiting up for you when you were out late, pretending like it was a casual concern, nothing more.

The worst one to date was you falling asleep on the couch during your typical Friday movie nights. Except your head conveniently rested in Taehyun's lap, not Soobin's like you had done for years.

Soobin couldn’t help but crave your attention. It wasn’t because he wanted you. Not in any real, romantic way at least. It was just that you’d always been his to have around. His constant.

You were supposed to be his. You were supposed to go to him when things were hard. Go to him when you were needy late at night. Trust him with any and everything. Cuddle him, cherish him, love him. Only him.

Yet there went your fucking eyes scaling Taehyun as he walked past the TV and into the kitchen without a care in the world.

You knew exactly how Soobin felt when it came to you. You’d known for a while at this point. But part of you had hoped it would fade—that if you stayed close, stayed safe, you wouldn’t have to hurt him.

Across the room, Taehyun wasn’t stupid.

He felt your eyes on him. He wanted to look back, to match the desire in your stare. But he knew one glance at you would earn him a reprimanding glare from Soobin.

It was no secret how close you and Soobin were. One thing about Taehyun—he notices everything.

He saw how Soobin's hands always managed to find your waist. How your head tilts toward him during conversations. Even now, with your legs swung over Soobin's lap as you settled in for your movie night.

But of course you were close. You were childhood friends, for crying out loud. Your relationship was something sacred. Something off-limits to Taehyun.

It was never said out loud, but you were Soobin's. And Taehyun wasn't the type to steal.

Taehyun had become quite good at playing it cool with you. But his patience would easily wear thin when you laugh too hard at his jokes. When your hand lingers too long on his forearm. When you fall asleep next to him on the couch, Soobin nowhere in sight, and your breath brushing his neck.

And he couldn't do a single thing about it. Not when Soobin set his boundaries so clearly. So instead, he's gotten so used to burying it.

I can live like this, Taehyun would try to convince himself. Stay the third. The extra. It's better than risking the whole trio.

At least until tonight.

Taehyun found his way back to the living room after retrieving the half-empty bottle of wine from the kitchen. A movie night wasn't complete without a few shared drinks.

Topping off both yours and Soobin's glasses, he put the bottle down and settled back on the couch beside you, pretending not to look.

But now it's Soobin's stare that catches Taehyun's attention. He suddenly couldn't take his eyes off the younger boy beside you.

With some liquid courage, Soobin sucked in a breath. Fuck it.

"You want her, don't you?" Soobin muses, his grip on your shin tightening. Your body goes stiff under his touch.

Taehyun’s throat dries. Because he’s wanted you for so long, he forgot what not-wanting feels like.

He glances at you, still frozen, then back at Soobin. "Excuse me?" is all he manages.

A scoff emits from Soobin's throat. He watches you, but speaks to Taehyun. "Don't act dumb. I see the way you eye fuck each other across the room every chance you get."

Your heart drops into your stomach. You swallow hard, pulse ticking behind your ears. “Soobin… what are you doing?” you ask cautiously.

"Giving you what you both want."

Taehyun doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t leave either. His silence screams.

That’s when Soobin smiles. Not cruel or mocking, just curious. Possessive. "Maybe I should see what happens when I share. Just once."

You blink as if trying to reset what you just heard. Your brain floods with static, but underneath it… there’s intrigue. You hate how your breath hitches. Hate that he’s not wrong.

For a moment, you don’t speak. Not because you don’t want this, but because you do. Because this is the kind of thing that changes everything.

Slowly, you turn your head. Taehyun won’t even look at you. His jaw is locked, throat bobbing, fists clenched in his lap. His silence is louder than any yes.

“This feels like a game to you,” you finally say.

"Maybe it is." He nods his chin over at Taehyun. "But he's the one who's losing."

Taehyun's jaw tightens, the first time he's moved since Soobin's outburst. What was he to do? He's been in love with you for years. But he didn't want you like this. Not as some power play. And certainly not as Soobin’s dare.

"Taehyun?" You whisper, exchanging silent words that Soobin can't decipher, and he hates the secret language you two share.

Taehyun felt like he was being set up. Like Soobin was daring him to cross a line. To see how much pride he’d swallow.

If this was the only way he could have you, even for one night, then so be it. He’d give Soobin a fucking show.

“Don’t think this is about you,” Taehyun breaks his silence, eyes never leaving you. “She’s the only reason I’m still sitting here.”

Soobin hums in content. The words sting, but Taehyun is still submitting. That’s a win in his eyes.

Your name lingers in your ears. Then you feel Soobin’s large hand gripping your chin, guiding your gaze back to him. "If you want this," his voice is calm yet commanding. "I need you to stand up. Right now."

You want so badly to look back at Taehyun, to check if his eyes still burn for you. But Soobin's grip keeps you locked on him. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your decision.

Before fear can catch up with you, you're straightening your shoulders and swinging your legs off Soobin's lap. Now you're standing directly in front of the two men on the couch. Just waiting.

After watching you for a moment, Soobin slowly stands with you. To your surprise, he laces his fingers with Taehyun's, who is still sitting on the couch, pulling him to his feet.

Soobin bends down to pick up both yours and Taehyun's wine glasses. You take yours from his hands without question. After an intense exchange of eye contact, Taehyun finally takes his glass—a reluctant agreement.

Eventually, Soobin picks up his own. "Finish it," he commands, tilting his head back first, downing the dry red liquid. He sets his glass down, staring back at Taehyun. "Hope you can take direction as well as you talk back."

The gravity of the situation was beginning to strike you. You could only hear the sound of your own heartbeat, all the nerves and excitement beginning to pile up. Staring down at the red wine in your glass, you debate whether it's too late to turn back.

It's the second thud of glass hitting the table that brings you back. Taehyun had finished his drink. He was in. Your chest tightens as you lift your eyes to find him already looking at you, steady and unflinching.

Here's goes nothing. Finishing your wine, Soobin is quick to set your glass down for you. He takes your hand in his.

You glance back at Taehyun before Soobin pulls you away, leading you all the way to his bedroom. The two of you follow him closely behind, unspoken consent hanging in the air.

Taehyun rolls his eyes once Soobin turns his back. Of course he picked his own bedroom. It was a deliberate move. A silent dig at Taehyun that he was meant to swallow.

Now the door is shut behind all three of you. The room is buzzing with a new energy, and you almost don't know what to do with yourself. Nobody speaks right away.

Soobin moves first. His large hand presses firmly against Taehyun's chest, guiding him toward the bed. You couldn't quite grasp the dark look they exchanged, but it made your breath catch. "Sit down," he gently commands.

With slight hesitation, Taehyun takes a comfortable seat on the edge of Soobin's bed. Excitement bubbles inside Taehyun, watching you stand so helplessly in the middle of the room. He notices the way you bite the inside of your cheek, a common nervous habit of yours.

The excitement is quick to fade, though, as Soobin slowly circles you, stopping directly behind your body.

"Stand still for me," he directs you this time, pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it onto the floor. "Let him see you like this."

Your lips part in a quiet gasp when Soobin presses himself against your back. He gathers your hair in a ponytail, craning your neck to the side. Suddenly, he begins pressing soft kisses to the warm flesh.

Your eyes flutter closed. The feeling of Soobin's lips was too good not to bask in. Especially as his hands began searching your body. Light grips of your hips and thighs became overwhelming. Soobin had always been greedy when it came to you, and this was no different.

A gentle moan escaped your lips as Soobin's hand settled between your legs. He cups you over your pajama shorts, firm and in just the right place.

Taehyun wonders what he did in his past life to deserve such torture.

It pained him to see you crumpling in Soobin's hands. But watching the way your needy hips leaned in the touch, almost begging for more, had Taehyun tightening in his pants more than he'd like to admit.

Your eyes flutter open, Soobin still moving behind you. “He’s j-just watching us,” you stutter. Across from you, Taehyun’s hands grip his knees, knuckles gone white.

"Good. That means he's learning." Soobin simply responds.

His assault against your skin continues, biting down on the junction of your shoulder and neck. His eyes stayed trained on Taehyun as he did so, predatory and teasing.

Taehyun can't stay silent for much longer. "What do you want me to do?" He's desperate at this point, dying for Soobin to instruct him.

The question delights Soobin. He smiles against your skin at Taehyun's obedience. "You'll know when I tell you." Soobin removes his hand from between your legs, and you whine at the loss of contact. The noise alone has Taehyun twitching where he sits. "See? He can follow directions."

"And what if I want to direct him instead?"

"Then I'll listen," Taehyun answers you quickly, round boba eyes filled with need as he stares at you. His eyes are fixed on your lacy bra, trying hard to ignore the way Soobin's long fingers trace circles over your nipples through the undergarment. The action pulls more whimpers from you.

God, Soobin had you right under his fingertips. Literally. It's all he's wanted to experience again for a while. And having Taehyun as his witness? He felt as if he'd already won.

"Not yet. He only gets what I give him." Soobin is firm in his stance, keeping his focus on your pleasure. "And right now, I want him to see what it looks like when you start to fall apart.

You don’t get a second to brace yourself before Soobin’s hand slips into your shorts, a finger pushing inside you without warning. “Damn, you’re already soaked for us,” he mutters, emphasizing the word us.

Your legs nearly give out, and your arm shoots back, hooking around Soobin’s neck just to stay upright.

But it’s not him you’re thinking about.

You can’t stop your eyes from drifting to Taehyun, guilt blooming in your chest. Every curl of Soobin’s fingers threatens to drag a name from your lips, and it’s not his. You bite your tongue, swallowing Taehyun’s name like a secret, praying he knows these moans are meant for him.

Cursing silently at the situation he could no longer escape, Taehyun gave in—pulling off his shirt and running a hand down over the front of his sweats, desperate for any kind of relief.

It was the most he could do right now, closing his eyes and pretending those moans were coming from beneath him instead. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice shaky. The effect you had on Taehyun bordered on inhuman.

Your eyes ogled over Taehyun's bare torso. You traced every mole, every dip and curve of his abs with your gaze like you’d been starved of him. Soobin noticed your reaction before Taehyun did. His fingers slipped out of you without warning.

"Go on," Soobin says, almost too kindly, peeling off your shorts. He hooks a finger into your underwear, pulling and snapping the fabric against your skin. You yelp, and he’s already hard just seeing you like this, in almost nothing, in front of them both. Taehyun hates how easily Soobin plays with you.

"Give him some attention. He’s earned it. Right, pretty girl?" You nod, breathless.

Although Soobin hates how eagerly you stride toward Taehyun, he lets you. He wants to see how you act when he allows the other boy access to you. This is exactly what he wanted.

Soobin follows close behind you, ridding himself of his own shirt in the process. The wine had made him bold and dizzy. Without thinking, Soobin presses his hand against the small of your back, almost guiding you into Taehyun's lap.

A low groan leaves Taehyun's throat at the mere sight of you on top of him. When you fully settle into his lap, he's already hissing, grappling with the chains of his own self-control.

For fuck's sake, Taehyun didn't know what to look at or where to touch you. He'd imagined this scenario more times than he could count. But seeing how perfect you were on top of him, it was incomparable to any made-up fantasy. His hands skimmed your sides with uncertainty.

If he let himself fully touch you how he wanted, he worried he would never be able to let go.

Taehyun was keenly aware of Soobin's eyes on you both. The older boy had made his way to bed as well, settling in right behind Taehyun.

The filthy grind of your hips pulls Taehyun's attention back to you. His hands fly to your sides, steadying you, slowing you down.

You understand—he wants this to start slow. He wants to savor you, in case this is the last time. Your eyes lock, the silent language between you growing louder than words.

Your head spins watching Taehyun all fucked out from such simple movements. You hope he knows how long you've been wanting this, too. "You look so perfect," Taehyun sighs longingly.

Taehyun’s arms wrap around your waist, subtle but defiant, as he stares up at you. He starts moving with you, his hips syncing to your rhythm.

His eyes stay on yours, mouth parted, already imagining the way you’d feel wrapped tight around him in this position—how you’d sound moaning his name.

What an unfortunate situation this was.

Without thinking, you lean in, ready to finally press the tender kiss to Taehyun’s lips. The one thing you’ve been aching to give him for what feels like forever.

But before your mouths can meet, your eyes fly open. A large hand grips your face, squeezing your cheeks tightly.

It’s Soobin.

He’s reached around Taehyun’s body, fingers firm on your jaw, his chin resting casually on Taehyun’s shoulder like it’s nothing. Like this isn’t the most intimate moment of your life.

Soobin wasn’t content with how effortlessly in sync you and Taehyun were. It unsettled him more than he thought it would. The quiet intimacy, something he’d never shared with you, was too much to ignore.

So he did the only thing he could think of to stop it. He forced space between you, a silent command to hold off.

"You don't get that part until I say so." Soobin chastises you both.

"Soobin, please," you beg. He hates how he could rarely say no to you. Not when you look at him like that. But he needed to retain his control.

A short sigh leaves his chest. "Taehyun, would you like to feel her lips somewhere else?"

Taehyun doesn't speak. He looks to you first, like he always has and will, for any sort of consent. Of course he wants that. He would be a fool to say no. But he can't give in too willingly. Not when this was Soobin's game.

Carefully, he nods, side-eyeing Soobin, whose face was inches from his own.

Soobin hums beside him, chin still resting on Taehyun’s shoulder as his hand slips from your face. “Alright. He’s been good enough. Go ahead, baby. Show him how sweet you can be.”

Your stomach twists with anticipation, heat pooling between your legs. You don’t need to be told twice. Crawling down Taehyun's body feels natural, like instinct.

You don’t dare look at Soobin as you move, but you feel the heat of his palm pressed on your shoulder, guiding you down, allowing you.

Taehyun’s whole body tightens watching you. His hands fist into the sheets. He doesn’t move—he can’t. Not with you between his legs and definitely not with Soobin's admittedly distracting breath against his neck.

You’ve both waited for this moment, dreamed about it in secret. But now that it’s real, his throat feels tight, like breathing too deeply might ruin everything.

When you kiss just above the waistband of his sweats, he exhales a curse. “Shit…”

He doesn’t touch you when you're like this. He wouldn’t dare, not without Soobin’s permission. But every fiber of his being aches to cup your face, to thread his fingers through your hair, to keep you there.

You tug his waistband down slowly, your hands trembling just slightly. He’s already so hard and leaking. He’s beautiful. How long have I wanted this? For a second, you worry that you’re both toeing the line of something you might not come back from.

“Look at him,” Soobin says from the bed, voice low and amused. “He’s barely holding it together.”

You glance up through your lashes. Taehyun’s head is thrown back against Soobin's shoulder, lip bitten and brows drawn in tight concentration. But then his gaze drops to meet yours, and suddenly he looks wrecked. There’s so much raw emotion layered into that look. So when you finally wrap your mouth around him, you feel him break.

His back arches, his hips twitch, but he still doesn’t thrust. He moans loudly and unfiltered, like the sound was dragged from his chest against his will.

You never thought giving a man head could be so pleasurable until now. You felt almost determined to take all that you could, hand wrapping around the base. Your cheeks hollowed, and your tongue slowly worked against him, dragging over every curve and vein.

He sounded so pretty above you, and all you wanted was for him to touch you. Your hair, your face, your neck, anything to prove he was really here with you.

But one glance at Soobin’s watchful expression told you everything. Taehyun was doing the most he could, trapped by the rules of this game.

He was holding himself back so much that if Soobin gave him even the slightest permission, he’d have you pressed into the mattress in no time.

Lost in thought and mindless pleasure, Taehyun accidentally thrusts up into your mouth, forcing a heavy gag from your throat.

“Oh my god…” his breath shudders, followed by your name. As if it were the only word he remembers.

The sound of his voice sends something sharp through you. You realize, deep in your gut, that you need him to say your name like that again. Over and over like it means something.

Soobin moves fast.

His hand snaps out, gripping Taehyun’s jaw tightly, jerking his head towards him. You stop your movements.

“Aht, aht,” Soobin snaps, his voice low and reprimanding. “You don’t get to claim her like that.”

Taehyun blinks, startled. “I'm sorry. I—I didn’t mean—”

“You will be sorry,” Soobin mutters, releasing him with a final squeeze before turning his attention to you. “Up. Come here.”

You hesitate, lips still tingling, Taehyun’s taste on your tongue. Part of you doesn’t want to leave. But Soobin’s voice is commanding, firm, and you’ve never quite been able to disobey him.

He helps you up, pulling you onto the bed and into his lap, your bare back settling against his warm chest as he rests against the headboard. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, grounding you.

But your eyes are still on Taehyun.

He’s panting, undone, watching the way Soobin holds you like you belong to him. And it hurts. More than it should. More than he expected.

Soobin kisses your temple, his lips soft against your sweat-damp skin. “You’re too generous, pretty girl,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice. “Let’s see what he does now that he can’t have you. Not yet.”

And even though his tone is teasing, you hear the edge of something else underneath.

Because even Soobin knows. The way Taehyun said your name just now…

That wasn’t lust. That was love.

Taehyun’s gaze flickers between your parted lips and the curve of your hips as Soobin draws idle circles into your skin. He can’t breathe, can’t think. You’re right there, so close, yet you were still somehow out of his reach.

He’d give anything to feel you against him. But he knows the rules. He knows who’s in charge.

Soobin studies him like a scientist, intrigued by every inch of restraint. “You're holding back,” he says, almost curious. “You want her bad, don’t you?”

Taehyun doesn’t answer right away. Then, through gritted teeth, he speaks barely above a whisper, “Only an idiot wouldn't want her."

Your heart flutters at Taehyun's words. Soobin hums in discontent. His lips graze the shell of your ear as his voice drops. “But you don’t get her just yet.”

You suck in a breath, your body already responding, heart racing. Taehyun doesn’t look away from you. It's an impossible task.

Soobin’s hand trails slowly down your abdomen. “You want to claim her?” he murmurs. “Then you can start where she needs it most.”

And just like that, he's spreading your legs wide apart for Taehyun. A sight he thought he'd never get to see.

“Keep them open, pretty girl,” Soobin purrs, eyes fixed on Taehyun now. “Let him taste what he’s been dreaming of.”

"Anything you want, Soobin," you whimper, voice cracking. "Just... please let him touch me."

Taehyun, being the gentleman he was, wouldn’t make you wait. Not when you looked at him all desperate, chest heaving, hips arching up to meet him.

Even with you squirming beneath Soobin’s mouth on your neck, his fingers drawing lazy paths across your stomach, Taehyun stayed good and obedient.

If it meant giving you the pleasure you so clearly ached for, he’d wait his turn—but not a second longer than necessary.

Two fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, slowly tugging the fabric down your thighs and discarding it somewhere in the room.

A shiver raced down your spine at the exposure, your legs spreading wider until they draped over Soobin’s thighs.

Taehyun’s kisses against your inner thighs were soft. His movements are stiff and unsure at first, afraid to cross that invisible line.

That’s when you felt Soobin’s breath against your ear, his voice low with a command. “Taste her.”

Taehyun is quick to oblige. The moment his lips come in contact with your dripping cunt, it's like he's lost in you.

A starving man is the only thing you could compare him to. It was quite a beautiful sight, watching him split you apart.

A hard drag of his tongue on your clit makes you call out for him. Your nails sink into the meat of Soobin’s thighs.

“Fuck T-Tae,” you whine lowly. Taehyun groans against your folds. He swears he hasn’t been this hard in his entire life.

Soobin is watching over your shoulder. Even he could see the way Taehyun devoured you, deriving pleasure from the act alone.

Soobin took note of everything—from the way Taehyun’s hands splayed over your stomach, to the way he looked up at you through his tousled hair, eyeing your reactions to ensure he did everything right.

In a quiet act of defiance, Taehyun held Soobin’s gaze as he deepened his mouth between your legs. The eye contact made Soobin clench his jaw behind you, but he didn’t look away.

You felt the pressure of Soobin’s arousal pressing firm against your lower back, your body flush against his. Every twitch of your hips, every breath you took—he felt it all. He always loved seeing you like this, teetering on the edge.

But he couldn’t stand how your body naturally responded to Taehyun’s movements. His heart secretly panged, wanting to take back some control. Even just a little. Just enough.

Soobin’s hand moved sensually down your arm. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, and Taehyun noticed.

There he goes again, owning you, Taehyun thought.

Soobin’s fingers curl over yours where your hand rests on his thigh. Slowly, he lifts it, bringing your fingertips to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he parts them and takes your middle and pointer fingers into his mouth, sucking with a lewd, deliberate moan.

The feeling of Soobin’s tongue swirling around your fingers—paired with Taehyun’s tongue flicking over your clit—was almost too much to comprehend. Your eyes roll back as your head drops against Soobin’s chest. The dual attention was overwhelming in the most sinful way.

He pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop, moving his lips to decorate your neck and chest with kisses.

But not before guiding your hand down into Taehyun’s hair, forcing you to thread your fingers through the soft strands. You tugged lightly without thinking, drawing a desperate groan from the boy between your thighs.

“So good for us,” Soobin chuckles. “Show him where you need him most. Gotta get that pretty hole nice and ready, don’t we?”

If Soobin let him, Taehyun would’ve stayed between your legs forever. He would’ve had you fucking his face until you were trembling and out of breath—just one of the many obscene fantasies he kept hidden away.

The taste of you was intoxicating, the only thing grounding him to reality. His hips rutted helplessly into the mattress, probably staining the sheets with pre-cum, desperate for a friction he could never satisfy on his own.

“So pathetic,” Soobin breathes against your ear, fingers rolling your nipples between his fingers now that your bra lay forgotten on the floor. He watches Taehyun unravel between your legs, lips slick and eyes wild with want. A cruel smile tugs at his lips.

“That’s your type, huh?” he coos. “Men who beg with their mouths full?” His teeth sink gently into the shell of your ear, and you shiver at the sting.

You're so close to the cruel edge of release now. Soobin’s sharp words only twisted the coil tighter inside you, but it wasn’t his voice your heart clung to.

It was Taehyun. He pulled at something deeper and tender, even in the filth of it all.

You should’ve left the room before it got to this point. Should’ve said no. Should’ve stopped this before it got any further.

But you don’t. Because this is insane, yes. Reckless and dangerous.

In your mind, you’ve already made your choice. You fell in love with Taehyun before you even realized it, before you ever meant to.

It was in the little moments—the way he always waited up for you. The softness in his voice when he said your name. The ache in your chest when he would smile at someone else.

Emotionally, you chose him a long time ago. This? This is just confirmation.

Soobin sees your mind churning and your breath increasing. He couldn't lose this game.

Soobin’s fingers grip your jaw hard, forcing your head down. “Look at him,” he spits harshly.

Taehyun’s face is buried in your pussy, eyes shut tight as his tongue flicks fast and firm over your clit. He groans like he’s addicted to the taste, hands locked around your thighs to keep you open and still. His head moves with desperate rhythm, like he’s trying to fuck you with his mouth alone.

“Fucking starving for you,” Soobin growls. “You see that? He’s shaking like he’s gonna cum just from eating you.”

You whimper, your breath stalling. Your hips twitch up against Taehyun’s mouth, and he moans louder, grinding his tongue into you harder.

“Don’t look away,” Soobin says. “You wanted this. Now fucking watch him lose it.”

You obey, but you're only focused on the boy below you. "Taehyun, I'm so close. You feel so fucking good."

If you took any longer to cum, Taehyun might’ve made a mess in the bed just from the way you praised him. But it hits you fast—your legs shaking, clenching around nothing, his tongue relentless as it drags over your folds.

Your hips try to jerk up, chasing more, but Soobin’s strong arm pins you to the bed, holding you down like you’re nothing but his.

A scream builds in your throat, Taehyun’s name right there on your tongue—ready to give him everything.

But Soobin doesn’t let you. He collides his mouth with yours, swallowing it, taking the name meant for someone else and replacing it with his own brutal kiss. He owns the sound, owns the moment, and refuses to let you come undone for anyone but him.

Even though the sight of Soobin’s lips on yours makes Taehyun’s blood boil, he doesn’t stop. He coaxes you through every tremble of your orgasm, mouth tracing soft kisses along your thighs and hips. Anywhere he can reach.

This was for you. Always for you. He’d grit his teeth and endure it if it meant getting to have you, really have you, in the end.

Your body shakes, the aftershocks of release leaving you dizzy and pliant against Soobin’s chest. His fingers trace your skin, proud and possessive. You can barely think, but then you feel it.

Taehyun’s hand, tentative yet deliberate, sliding up your thigh.

It’s gentle, a stark contrast to the way Soobin handles you. Taehyun's touch is lighter against your oversensitive skin, filled with care and longing.

You blink down at him. For a moment, the world shrinks down to the softness in his eyes. A small, shaky smile tilts the corner of his mouth.

Not for Soobin, and not for the game they’re playing. For you.

Soobin doesn’t miss the exchange. His hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper, reclaiming your attention.

"Sweet, isn’t he?" Soobin murmurs into your hair, amused. "Thinks he can fuck you better if he touches you softer."

Taehyun's jaw tightens, but he doesn't let go of your thigh. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, a silent promise that even if he’s not allowed to have you, he still feels for you.

"On your knees," Soobin commands, pushing you forward slightly. You’re quick to listen to him.

A contrast to Soobin forcing you forward, Taehyun quickly helps you shift onto your knees. "She's so good for you," Taehyun whispers, surprising himself, admiring your obedience. But he wishes it were for him, not Soobin.

"Isn't she?" Soobin muses. He observes you on your hands and knees as he stands from the bed. In one motion, he slides down his sweat pants and boxers, cock pressed hard and heavy against his stomach.

Taehyun is sitting, waiting beside you on the bed. His hand strokes your back lovingly. Too tender for Soobin's liking. "Did I say you could touch her yet?" The boy snaps.

Taehyun sucks in a frustrated breath, standing from the bed. "What the hell am I supposed to do then?"

Soobin doesn’t answer, just tilts his chin toward you. That was all Taehyun needed. Their eyes lock over your body, an unspoken exchange passing between them. For the first time all night, they weren’t at each other’s throats. They were united in this moment, in what they both wanted. You.

You knew what was going on, and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of taking them both.

The bed dips behind you. Soobin grips your hips in a bruising hold, positioning himself just right.

Taehyun is more careful when he gets onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You’re perfectly trapped between the two of them now. His eyes find yours instantly, that same hunger reflected back at you.

The sight of you, on all fours, waiting for him, was something Taehyun could hardly believe. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—your body laid bare, ready for both of them.

A harsh slap to your ass draws your attention, once again, away from Taehyun. You yelp, retreating slightly, only for Soobin to tug you back against him. “Don't make him wait," he chuckles, enjoying every bit of this. "He's been so patient.”

When you look up at Taehyun again, he gives you a subtle nod in confirmation. His hand wraps around himself as you part your lips, taking him into your mouth for the second time tonight. This time slower, deeper, and more intentional.

Taehyun’s breath shudders out of him, eyes fluttering closed as he tries not to lose control too early. He groans, completely undone by the feeling of you.

Behind you, Soobin doesn’t wait. He takes the moment you’re distracted, and bottoms out inside you with a single, ruthless thrust.

Having been so empty for so long, you can't help but whimper around Taehyun.

"Shit baby," Soobin groans loudly above you, throwing his head back. “If I knew you'd be this tight, I would've had Taehyun stretch you more."

You knew Soobin was getting off on this power play. Every thrust, every word, every command—it was all a show of dominance.

The way he gripped your hips, the way he bent your body to his will. He wanted Taehyun to see it. To watch as he fucked you like he created you.

And god, did he know what he was doing. Each ruthless slam of his hips had your mind short-circuiting, your body jerking with every sharp roll. You could feel how deeply he wanted to leave a mark, to make sure neither of you ever forgot this.

You barely had time to process it, given the way Taehyun filled your throat. Your hands gripped at his thighs for stability as Soobin’s thrusts shoved you forward, pushing Taehyun deeper every time. The gagging sounds only made him groan.

And yet, somehow, it all made your stomach twist deliciously. Being used by one and worshipped by the other.

Neither of the boys was small, either, might you add. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, your throat stretched around Taehyun while your cunt was relentlessly pounded from behind. It was overwhelming—in the best way.

Soobin grunted behind you, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise, clearly enjoying the way you struggled to take it all. “Look at you,” he growled, watching your body bounce between them. “So full, so fucking messy.”

Taehyun’s hand came up to cradle your jaw, his touch softer, wiping a tear away with his thumb as you blinked up at him. His brows were drawn, his lips parted, like he was barely holding himself together. “You’re doing so good,” he breathed, voice strained.

The praise only made the pressure in your core worse—like you could cum from the stimulation alone.

More than the tears in your eyes, guilt continues to spread through your veins when you peer up at Taehyun. He was so intently focused on you, trying to distract himself from the way Soobin used your body.

Taehyun wanted to show you there was nothing to feel guilty about. You’d both agreed to this, to surrender to something bigger than yourselves. He would never hold you accountable for the situation Soobin orchestrated, for the role you were forced to play in a dynamic you never asked for.

Taehyun saw it clearly now—how Soobin had drawn thick, confining lines around you, ones you couldn’t cross without bleeding. But even as you writhed beneath Soobin, Taehyun didn’t see betrayal. He saw the ache you carried. He saw himself in your eyes.

The fire burning in his chest was undeniable. Hot and all consuming. And he knew you felt it too. Because even with Soobin buried deep inside you, Taehyun could feel your heart racing for him.

Your mind wasn’t where your body was. It was with him.

Taehyun wants to touch you even more. He reaches a careful hand up, ready to grip your head for some connection. But he stops himself, looking up at Soobin.

Soobin is already watching his movements. He gives Taehyun a sly smile. “Pull her hair if you’d like. But watch me fuck her while you do it.”

Taehyun’s fingers tangle in your hair gently. The intention isn’t to tug and pull, its to reclaim even just a small part of you.

Even while locked in that silent war with Soobin, eye to eye, neither willing to back down, Taehyun felt his orgasm creeping up fast.

The way you gagged around him, the sight of you being fucked so roughly, it was too much. And Soobin, ever the showman, only fucked you harder under the pressure, like it was a challenge.

You are breathless and dazed from Soobin’s thrusts and grips at your body, keenly aware of Taehyun’s jaw tightening, nearing his climax.

Taehyun moans, watching the say Soobin slid himself in and out of you with ease. Your ass and thighs recoil with Soobin’s every action, slapping of skin filling his ears.

His senses are fully overwhelmed with you. And it’s about to make him spill his load into your mouth while Soobin gets to take you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Taehyun is panicking. He doesn’t want to finish like this. He won’t finish like this.

Without letting another second pass, Taehyun cups a soft hand under your jaw, sliding his length out of your mouth and dropping onto the edge of the bed.

"I- I can't," he pants. "Not like this.”

It didn’t matter how carefully Taehyun stepped aside. The second he did, Soobin grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your face down into the mattress, your cheek flush against the sheets as he fucked into you harder than before.

He didn’t flinch at Taehyun’s absence—he welcomed it. This was his chance to remind him, to show him what he could never have. What had always been his. You.

Soobin’s large frame looms over your own, chest pressed against your back. “Fuck you look so good like this,” he moans against your ear.

Both of Soobin’s arms locked tight around your hips like a seatbelt—no, more like a cage. There was nothing protective about his grip. Every thrust was a claim, every shift of his body a reminder that he owned this moment.

His hips slammed into you with brutal precision, his cock dragging along every sensitive spot that had you biting into the sheets. You weren’t going anywhere, not with the way he held you down like a prize he refused to share.

“Shit,” he gritted through his teeth, eyes flicking down to watch where your bodies met. “You feel that? I'm in your fucking stomach.”

He grinds in deeper, making your body jolt with each stroke. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s raw, filthy, Soobin fully unraveling inside you, and all you can do is take it—and enjoy every second.

Your throaty whines and whimpers go straight to Soobin’s core. It was the perfect circumstance for him. Taehyun sitting beside you both, forced to watch. You, face down in the bed letting Soobin claim your cunt.

Soobin pulled out and came loud and hard on your thighs, painting your skin with ropes of his cum. He held you in place with one hand as the other finished himself off proudly.

His hands roam your body slowly, palming your ass, dragging down your spine. He wanted to commit every inch of you to memory, to hold it over Taehyun later.

Soobin glances sideways, expecting to catch a twitch of jealousy, a clenched fist, anything from Taehyun. But the other man’s face is maddeningly blank, too composed for Soobin’s liking.

“Tsk,” Soobin scoffs, voice low. “Not even gonna put up a fight? Guess you don’t want her bad enough.”

Taehyun’s look darkens at that, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. His eyes don’t leave yours for a second. “I want her so bad I’m not about to ruin it by acting like you.”

Instead of feeling jealous, Taehyun is simply fixated on you. Your hair falling around your face as your body dropped down onto the white sheets, glowing and smiling up at him.

He could feel the strangling hold that Soobin had on him for years when it came to you slowly unraveling. He was beginning not to care about the repruciations.

He couldn't keep letting these invisible lines delay what he could have right now. Not when he was this close to heaven.

Soobin's hands still possessively gripped your waist as he basked in the aftermath. You were wrecked beneath him, trembling, used, and somehow still desperate for more.

With an annoyed look, he glanced over at Taehyun, who hadn't torn his eyes off you for a second.

"Whatever," Soobin says, helping you move onto your back. His next words are blunt and vulgar. "Your turn to fuck her."

He said it like a joke, like a gift thrown carelessly into the air.

But for Taehyun, it wasn't casual. Not at all.

Soobin lifts himself from you, pressing a final kiss to the base of your throat. He removes himself from the situation entirely, sitting in his gaming chair in the corner of the room.

In Soobin's mind, he'd already succeeded. He put all his cards on the table and showed Taehyun what those boundaries look like up close.

He felt comfortable enough to leave you each to your own devices under his watch, especially with how Taehyun sat frozen. There was no need for him to stake another claim. He already made his point clear.

Soobin would let Taehyun have his last hurrah with you. Let him pretend, for a moment, that any of this was his.

But even as he stepped back, there was a smug glint in his eye. Because no matter how tender Taehyun touched you, no matter how deep his feelings ran, Soobin knew you’d still be aching from him. Still dripping with him. Still ruined by him.

Taehyun hesitates, fists balled at his sides. His instincts warred inside him—to obey, to fall in line, to pretend this was still just a game.

But then you looked at him. Your eyes pleading and trusting.

Taehyun reached for you, hands shaking, and finally touched you. His palms smoothed over your sides, cradling you as though you were something breakable.

Your heart stops once he climbs on top of you. His hand is holding your face lovingly. The other is on his cock, gliding it up and down your folds, covering himself in your slick.

You're already arching into him, wanting him to devour you. He hovers above you now, lips inches from yours.

Taehyun's eyes soften. "Can I kiss her now?"

Soobin opens his mouth to speak, but Taehyun barely waits for instruction. He’s already kissing you breathless, full of all the reserved energy he’s bottled up since the moment he met you.

His lips were softer than you ever imagined, plush and warm against yours. Tilting his head to the side, he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past your parted lips to tangle with yours. It was messy and sweet, needy and slow. So perfect it almost hurt.

His heart thudded painfully behind his ribs. He should’ve just played along. Should’ve been grateful for scraps. Grateful for Soobin even letting him touch you.

And yet the second your arms reach around his neck, a whine escaping your lips, something inside him snapped again.

This wasn't Soobin’s anymore. There was no more pretending

You were his. And you always had been.

When he finally slides into you, it’s like the gates of heaven open just for him. The warmth, the tightness elicited a guttural moan he didn’t even try to hold back.

His hands grip your hips with a desperation he’s been holding in for far too long, and for a moment, he’s completely lost in the feeling of you.

The way Taehyun fucks you is at an entirely different rhythm than Soobin. It's slow, focused, and intimate.

Each roll of his hips feels like worship. Like an apology for every second he spent pretending you weren't everything he ever wanted.

Soobin leans back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He watches, expecting Taehyun to fall in line—to treat you like a toy the way he had.

But the longer he watches, the more his smirk fades.

Taehyun’s attention is entirely on you. Soobin might as well not exist. His obedience has completely vanished.

Taehyun leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he rocks into you. His voice is just a whisper, too soft for Soobin to catch.

"Please let me have you," he breathes with his head in your neck. "Let me keep you. I don’t want to keep playing this game."

His words make you clench around him, and Taehyun shudders from the feeling. He cradles your waist, pressing his forehead against yours.

Another slow thrust is followed by a broken whimper from your throat that he captures with a kiss. You’re trembling underneath him, legs spread and nails dragging down his back. It’s driving him insane.

"Taehyun," you're gasping. "More. I need more of you."

The way you whisper his name, all broken and needy, undoes him.

At first, Taehyun tried to be careful. Tried to savor the feeling of finally having you underneath him, your body clinging to his with every movement.

But he couldn't do it. Not when you were gasping his name like that. Not when your hands fisted his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Taehyun groans low in his chest. His hips start snapping harder into you, the bedframe creaking beneath the force.

"Holy shit," you whimper, your voice wrecked. "Please. Don't stop, don't stop."

Taehyun knows Soobin’s still in the room. He knows this isn't how it was supposed to go. But he doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

He kisses you more, claiming every little moan and sob that spills out of you. His hands are everywhere—your hips, your ass, your thighs, holding you down so he can fuck you properly.

"Mine," he rasps against your lips. "You're fucking mine. Say it."

You nod frantically, too overwhelmed to form words. Tears prick at your eyes from how deep he’s hitting, from the way he’s using you like you belong to him—and you do.

"Yours," you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm yours, Taehyun. Just yours."

He promised he would burn Soobin's control to the fucking ground.

Taehyun thinks he hears Soobin say something, but he’s not even listening anymore.

It’s your eyes. Your lips. Your voice when you moan his name. Taehyun doesn't know how he lasted this long without you.

Taehyun suddenly slides one hand between your bodies, rubbing slow, tight circles over your clit intimately, right in front of Soobin. Claiming you in a way that wasn’t about performance or obedience.

It was about you and him and nothing else.

Soobin keeps watching from his chair. Arms still folded behind his head, trying to look relaxed. Trying to look like this was all still his game.

But his eyes narrow, because he finally see it.

The way you cling to Taehyun like he's oxygen. The way Taehyun fucks you like he owns every inch of your body, and you let him.

Not because you were told to, but because you wanted to.

Soobin shifts in his seat, adjusting the growing tightness in his pants, but says nothing.

You make a brief, subtle eye contact with Soobin over Taehyun's shoulder. Taehyun's head is buried in your neck, running his tongue over your skin.

The eye contact lasts for only a second before Taehyun kisses you again. Soobin looks down, defeated.

It wasn’t just that he’d lost you. It’s that he’d created the space for you to be found.

In truth, he wasn’t sad about losing control. He felt like an asshole. All this time he’d acted like you belonged to him, without ever really seeing you. And by doing so, he’d left the door wide open for someone else to treat you like you deserved.

He sees it now—the emotional aftermath of his actions. How all his possessiveness didn’t protect anything. It only pushed you further into someone else’s arms.

And Taehyun, he wasn’t some rival. He was the one who waited. The one who loved you gently. Respectfully. Quietly. The one who never needed to control you because he always believed you deserved to choose.

It hits Soobin like a punch to the gut.

Taehyun isn't fucking you. He's making love to you.

It felt like he was watching you fall for each other right in front of him—slow, inevitable, and completely out of his hands.

Unaware of Soobin’s shift in demeanor, you’re too busy with your legs pressed into your chest, Taehyun focused on every inch of you.

You're gripping his shoulders, never wanting to let him go. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Always knew you would," Taehyun whines out between heavy breaths.

He reached out to close his hand around your throat. Not squeezing, he just wants to feel your blood pulse beneath his fingertips. See if your heart raced the way his did. He's close, and you are too.

"I'm s-so close Tae, please keep going." You're drowning in him. Moans loud and unconcealed at this point.

"That's it," he's whispering again, savoring the moment for you both. His hips are sputtering against you, about to release. "Let go for me."

A few more thrusts and you're orgasming even harder than you did on his tongue. Taehyun's name echoes on your lips, and Soobin isn't there to swallow it this time.

Taehyun is almost disappointed. He wants to fuck you until the end of time. But your cunt clenching around him like a glove has him spilling his seed on the spot. He pulls out just in time, releasing onto your stomach and chest.

You smile up at him through your pretty eyelashes like you were waiting for an order. But not from Soobin, from him. His heart swells with pride.

Taehyun would hate to put you in a box the way Soobin has forever. But in this moment, he felt you belonged to him.

He collapses next to you on the bed, the hesitation in his mind completely eradicated as he pulls you against his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Been wanting this forever."

Soobin abruptly stands from his chair. Your heart jumps, and you're afraid of how he might react. He just watched Taehyun make love to you, and he's the one who let it happen in his own bed.

Both yours and Taehyun’s heads snap in his direction. Instinctively, Taehyun’s hand tightens around your hip, keeping you against him. Soobin’s gaze roams your body until he tears them away to meet Taehyun’s.

Soobin’s eyes soften. It’s a complete 180 from the beginning of the night. He offers Taehyun a faint, sad smile, and for once, Taehyun lets his guard down. They share a quiet nod—a moment just between them, one you don’t try to understand.

Soobin looks at you one last time. “You guys stay here, I’m gonna go get a towel.” His tone is different now, less commanding and more concerned.

Stepping away, he knew what his role was now. Not to possess you, but to care for you. To make sure you felt safe and seen. His earlier attempts at control felt hollow compared to the connection you shared with Taehyun.

As Soobin moved toward the door, he caught a glimpse of you two tangled in bed—noses brushing, lips exchanging words too soft for him to hear.

It hits him again when he closes the door.

He wasn't watching the two of you fall. You already have.

This whole time, the game was over before it had even begun.

tags: @taebatu @yyeonbinn @binniesblep @beomgyusluver @feet4liferss @vvjolyneee @chubichubs @soo-blue @bakugosbottombitch @thegalaxyisunfolding

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[kagunekuna]

18+ mdni

Boyfriend!satoru can’t help but get hard giving you a foot massage… you’re just so pretty!

a/n gojo is overly freaked out i’m dying on this hill

Satoru was disgusting for his pretty little girlfriend.

Seriously… it didn’t take much for the strongest man alive to crumble before you. An inch of exposed skin, a tiny peck on his lips, a short you did so well today — and he’s leaking pathetically through his boxers.

Today was no different. You, like an angel in his eyes, came home freshly manicured from head to toe. Self-care day fully funded and gifted to you by Satoru himself, because you deserved it, pretty girl.

He would always take the utmost care of his princess. So there you lie, stretched out on the couch, while a movie played in the background. The intense scene on screen captured your attention — but Satoru? His eyes weren’t even close to the TV. Not when your feet were perched so sweetly in his lap, legs draped over his spread thighs like you owned him. And truthfully, you did.

His hands were busy massaging, long cold fingers kneading into your soft arches, grinding knuckles down into the spots he knew made you sigh. But every little noise you made went straight to his cock. Each breathy hum, each tiny groan — he ate it up.

And fuck, you looked unreal. The oversized shirt you wore barely skimmed the tops of your thighs, riding up enough for him to see the faint outline of your panties pressing against your cunt. Your nipples were hard under the thin fabric, a tease that made his mouth water. Your legs, your throat, your skin — everything about you screamed fuck me.

Oh, he was rock hard. Straining against his sweats, wet at the tip already, dampening the fabric where it was plastered to his thigh. Pathetic as usual. A single brush of your toes, a little flex of your ankle under his palms, and he was fucking aching.

He adjusted himself, hips rolling the smallest bit to ease the pressure — but you caught it instantly.

“Toru?” Your head turned, eyes flicking down. The smirk tugging at your lips told him he was absolutely done for. “Seriously? You’re turned on from rubbing my feet?”

Caught red-handed! Satoru's laugh came out shaky. “Mhm. What can I say, angel? You’re perfect everywhere.” He pressed his thumb harder into your arch, almost groaning himself when you let out a little gasp. “Fuck, even like this. You’ve got me so bad, you don’t even know.”

“Oh, I know,” you said sweetly. Then, with calculated ease, you pressed your foot down against the thick line in his sweats.

Satoru choked on a moan, head dropping back against the couch, lashes fluttering. “F–fuck, baby, don’t—” His hips bucked up against you, grinding helplessly into your foot. The wet patch spread under your toes. “Oh god, I’ll… I’ll cum like this, I swear.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “And that would be such a bad thing because…?”

“Because I’ll make a mess like a fucking teenager,” he groaned, clutching your ankle in a bruising grip. His other hand flew down to grip the couch cushion, knuckles gone white. “God, you’re sick for this. I’m sick for this. Shit—”

You rolled your foot over him again, slower this time, and he starts to break. A wreck of moans and whines spilling out of his throat, rutting against you like he’d lost any pride he had left.

“You love it,” you murmured, secretly enjoying every bit of this. “My big strong sorcerer, whining like a slut for his girlfriend. You can’t get enough, huh?”

“Can’t—fuck—can’t stop,” he babbled. His cock throbbed painfully under the damp fabric, twitching every time you flexed. “Baby, I’m losing it. I’ll do anything, just—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You pressed harder, heel dragging right over the swollen outline. The sound he made was disgusting — half-moan, half-sob — his whole body jerking like you’d electrocuted him.

“That’s it, Toru,” you cooed. “Cum for me. Make a mess, it's okay.”

With your permission, he did just that.

His hips snapped up once, twice, before his whole body bowed off the couch. A guttural, broken moan tore out of him as he spilled a hot load into his sweats. The fabric darkened instantly, sticky warmth soaking through under your foot. He kept grinding, desperate for every last drop, crying your name. It was filthy, pathetic, and perfect.

By the time he collapsed back against the couch, he was ruined — hair plastered to his forehead, lips swollen and red from biting, chest heaving like he’d just fought ten curses back to back. His cock still twitched in the mess he’d made, sweatpants clinging all wet and heavy.

And the bastard had the nerve to grin.

“Fuck,” he panted, voice totally hoarse. “You’re evil."

You pulled your foot back, and he winced at the loss of pressure. But before you could tease him again, he grabbed your ankle and pressed desperate, sloppy kisses all over your skin.

“Mine,” he muttered against your arch, tongue dragging wet over your instep. “Every inch of you."

You laughed, flustered, and he groaned like the sound alone could make him cum again.

Then he shifted, crawling right over you. Sweaty hair falling into his eyes, half hard again already under the mess in his pants. His grin was boyish, but his eyes were dark.

“Now,” he rasped, voice dropping filthily low, “it's my turn.”

Before you could quip back, he shoved your thighs apart and pressed his ruined sweats right up against your cunt. The damp fabric smeared against your panties, and you whine at the friction.

“Feel that?” he groaned into your neck, rutting lazily against you. “That’s what you do to me, baby. Every time. Gonna fuck you soaked through these sweats if you don’t let me inside soon.”

"S-Satoru," You gasp his name when he nipped your jaw, breath hot in your ear.

“Make a mess on me,” he demanded. “Just like I made one for you. Please, angel.”

When you lean up to kiss him, tongue already trailing his, his cock jumps. Satoru was already spinning through every nasty way he’d return the favor, leaving himself ruined again just to please you.

[lovesickchoi]

real freaks will understand

[kagunekuna]

18+ mdni

Boyfriend!Sukuna brags about having you whipped… until you show up, and he’s the one begging.

a/n this is so silly and maybe a little ooc but idc! love me whipped sukuna who thinks with his dick

Sukuna’s got his friends roaring with laughter, ego dripping from every word he spoke.

“Please,” he brags, lounging back against the couch. “She's whipped. Can't go a night without me. Hell, I could snap my fingers and—”

His words fade out when the laughter dies. His friends aren’t looking at him anymore—they’re looking behind him.

Your voice cuts through the air, interrupting their cute little boys night. “Ryomen. Sukuna.”

The way he stiffens at your tone is almost immediate. Slowly, he turns, and there you are. Arms crossed with a gaze sharp enough to skin him alive.

“Do you want to die tonight?”

The silence is suffocating. Even is friends are wide-eyed, waiting for blood. "Oh you're in for it tonight." Satoru can't help but snicker.

Sukuna forces a smirk, his cool act unfinished. “Aw, sweetheart. Don’t get mad, I was just—”

“Just what?” You step closer. “Just humiliating me in front of your pathetic drinking buddies? Bragging like I’m just some prize? Is that what I am to you?”

His swagger falters. He stands, hands half-raised like he still has a chance to calm you. “No, no—you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

There’s a long pause. The rather large, tattooed, brooding man reduced to silence. Suguru and Toji shift uncomfortably, waiting for his comeback—but it doesn’t come.

Instead, you lean in, voice overly sweet. “That’s too bad. I was finally gonna let you do it tonight.”

The words land in his ears like a grenade. His smirk drops in an instant, eyes widening as the meaning sinks in. Your audience murmurs, confused, but Sukuna can’t even hear them—he only hears you.

“What?” His voice cracks before he steadies it, stepping toward you like he can will the words back. “No. No, you’re not serious.”

You tilt your head, lips curling. “Dead serious. You’ve been begging me for weeks, and I was finally going to give in. But now? You can forget it.”

He stares at you for too long before he breaks. The confidence, the arrogance—gone. He closes the distance between you in two strides, hands catching your waist, desperate to keep you from walking away. Because if you did, Sukuna knew that would be it.

“Wait—please. Don’t do this to me,” he rasps, the low plea so uncharacteristic it shocks even his friends. “I’ll take it back. I’ll take everything back. Just don’t tell me I lost that chance.”

You hold his gaze, unmoved by his pleading. “Oh, you did.”

That’s when he drops. Right there in front of you, knees hitting the floor hard with a soft thud. His hands stay on you, gripping tight, head bowed until he forces himself to look up at you from below—something none of his friends thought they’d ever see.

“I’ll beg for it,” desperation seeps through his voice. “I’ll beg until you believe me. Please. You know how bad I want it. I can’t stop thinking about it, about being inside you with nothing between us. About finally feeling all of you, filling you up, making you mine.”

"Is this foreplay?" Toji coughs out while Satoru and Suguru contemplate leaving, but Sukuna doesn’t even spare them a glance. His whole world is you.

“Look at me,” Sukuna whispers now, voice stripped raw. “I don’t care if they hear this." His grip tightens on your hips, desperation etched across his features. “You’ve got me, woman. You’ve always had me. They don’t know how bad I need you. How many nights I’ve begged you to let me finish inside, how many times I’ve fallen apart in your hands."

Your pulse hammers, but you keep your expression stoic. “Funny. Didn’t sound like that when you were running your mouth.”

His jaw clenches. He presses his face right against your stomach, nuzzling like a man starved. “I’ll make it up to you. Right here, right now. You could order me to spread my knees wider, to use my mouth on you, and I would. No hesitation.”

A nervous laugh bursts from Satoru. Suguru whispers, "This is... insane."

You reach down, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him hiss. “So which is it, Kuna? Who's wrapped around whose finger?”

The nickname has his heart thumping with irregular beats, a mix of nerves and excitement. “You know the truth. I’m yours. Say the word and I’ll worship you here until you forgive me. Please, let me have this. I’ll beg all fucking night if I have to.”

For a moment, you let him hang there, kneeling in front of everyone, pride shattered, begging into your skin. Then you tug his hair back and press your thumb to his mouth.

“Prove it.”

He opens instantly, tongue curling around your thumb with obscene eagerness, a rumble deep in his chest. His friends all groan, one averts his eyes, others can’t look away.

You smirk, finally satisfied. “Good boy. Maybe I’ll forgive you—if you keep begging this pretty.”

And Sukuna, the scariest looking man alive, stays right there on his knees, completely undone, ready to do exactly that.

When you walk away with the bedroom door shutting behind you, nothing is left but Sukuna, his mortified posse, and his own sheer embarrassment. A new laughter erupts its way through the living room when he sulks back to the couch. Ears tinted a shade of pink while he looks as miserable as ever, though the bulge in his pants said other wise.

"So what were you saying about her being whipped again?" Satoru can’t help but tease.

Sukuna grips the poor man by his collar. "You better count your fucking days."

[kagunekuna]

18+ mdni

Your boyfriend cancels on you — so you hit the club with best friend!Choso instead.

You were gonna kill that son of a bitch.

Naoya, your boyfriend (certainly now your ex-boyfriend), had the audacity to cancel on you last minute. And yet here he stood, smug in the corner of the club with some woman who looked nothing like you.

It hurt, of course it did, but the sting cut deeper because this wasn’t even his first offense. God, you were stupid to give him another chance. Did you do something wrong? Did he hate you? Did he wish you were—

A large hand enveloped yours before the spiral swallowed you whole. Choso tugged you toward the bathrooms with an urgency that didn’t allow protest.

“Don’t cry,” he muttered, and even though your throat ached with the urge to sob, the seriousness in his voice grounded you. Choso always did know how to stop you from falling apart.

Your fists clenched tight at your sides, nails digging into your palms, even though you wanted to dig them into Naoya's eye sockets. “I know, but he—”

“No. Not here.” His eyes flashed, mouth tightening. “Save it for when you come home with me.”

Your breath stuttered. With him? Heat pricked your cheeks.

“I'll make us shitty ramen. You can cry then. I’ll take care of you.” He bent at the waist, bringing himself to your eye level. His smile curved mischievous at the edges — a warning you’d learned to recognize long ago. “But right now? We’re showing him this doesn’t affect you. Got it?”

Oh. He meant Naoya. He saw it all too.

“…Okay. You’re right.”

Of course he was. He always hated Naoya. Detested every guy you dated, if you were honest. But this time? His hate was written all across his face, righteous in its clarity. Choso promised himself this time he'd let you see that blond asshole's true colors on your own. But this just broke his heart.

He straightened, hand extended. “Good. Come have some fun with me. We’ll show him together, if you want.”

And God, you wanted.

The crowd swallowed you both, but Choso’s hand never left yours. When he pulled you into the pulse of the dance floor, right in Naoya’s line of sight, your chest tightened.

It wasn’t like you and Choso hadn’t partied before. You had. But this was… different. Too close. His palm found your waist, tentative before he tugged you flush against him.

Fuck. Too close. Way too good.

Your arms slid instinctively around his neck, perfume wrapping him up with you. His pulse jumped, cock already half-hard in his jeans. Don’t think about it. Don’t ruin this. She’s hurting. She needs comfort.

And yet when you guided his hands down to your ass, he grinned against your hair, squeezing like he’d been waiting years for permission.

Both of you lied to yourselves in sync: This is just for Naoya. Just to make him jealous. Nothing more.

But Choso kept tugging your skirt down, adjusting it so no one else could see too much. That tiny gesture twisted your stomach with butterflies in a way Naoya never managed. Even while hard, even while grinding into you, Choso’s instinct was to cover you.

And maybe that was the difference.

The bass dropped, and he spun you. Suddenly your back hit his chest, and—oh god—you felt him, hard against your ass.

Don’t get harder. Don’t make it obvious. She’ll hate you.

You bit your lip, heat flooding your face. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“This isn’t too much, is it?” His voice cracked, clearly strained.

You shook your head fast, voice shaky. “No… it feels good. Better. Naoya never even danced with me. Said people would stare. Said I was having too much fun.”

Choso’s chuckle reverberated through your spine, hand sliding lower on your thigh. “Too fun for him? Then let everyone stare.”

His grip slid higher, fingers digging into your waist as he guided your hips back against him. Each grind pulled a ragged curse from his throat. He tried to calm his expression, but every drag of your ass over the thick line of his cock sent another pulse of heat surging low.

He couldn’t stop staring. Eyes pinned to your body, mouth parted like he might drool, he drank in every roll of your hips. You pressed harder into him, bending just enough to make his pulse spike, the bass syncing with your movements until it felt like you were moving only for him.

Fuck. The way she moves. His thoughts were unfiltered at this point. If she knew how many nights I’ve imagined her like this… bent over, taking it—

You spun in his hold, dropped low, then rose deliberately slow, your gaze catching his. His jaw clenched, pupils blown wide, chest rising too fast. There was no point pretending anymore—he was hard, straining, and it was written all over him.

“I’m so sorry, Cho,” you whispered, embarrassed at the feel of him pressing against your stomach now.

“No, no. Don’t be.” He shook his head quickly, desperate. “I just… liked it too much. He’s a lucky bastard. And an idiot. Doesn’t know what he’s got.”

“He doesn’t have anything now,” you said softly. “I think I’ve been done with him for a while.”

Choso swallowed hard. Don’t say it. Don’t ruin it. But god, I need her.

After a second of silence, you tilted your head up, emboldened by his words. “Choso…” The way his name left your lips nearly broke him. “I’m soaking wet right now.”

He froze. His hands slipped from your hips. Did you want him cumming on the dance floor?

You on the other hand — your heart completely dropped. Shit. Too much. I ruined it. I ruined us.

But before you could turn, he caught your wrist, cupping your face. His eyes were wild and pained. “No. I’m sorry. You start talking like that and I might do something I can’t take back when we get to my place. You don’t know how much I’ve held back since you’ve been with him.”

“Choso…” your voice trembled. “I didn’t know. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

“The same? You mean you feel it too?”

“Why do you think I keep finding shitty guys?" you breathe, staring up at him. "I never thought you were an option.”

Choso let out a strangled laugh. “You can’t be serious. I’ve been dropping hints since we were fifteen.” His hand slides higher up your body, gripping like he’s seconds away from losing his restraint.

“How about you bend me over at your place instead of this shitty club and find out how serious I am?”

The words hang between you, thick with heat. His jaw flexes, and you can see the exact moment his control snaps.

“Fuck, you can’t just—” His curse is swallowed when his mouth finally crashes onto yours.

It isn’t sweet. Choso can be sweet all he wants with you later. Right now? He's being greedy, tongue pressing past your lips like he’s been waiting years for permission. You whine into him, grinding against his thigh, and his hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. His other palm drags down to your ass, squeezing shamelessly, pressing you harder against the length already straining in his pants.

Your teeth catch his lower lip, biting until he groans into it, hips jerking forward against yours. He’s kissing you like he wants to devour you right here — in the middle of the crowded floor, Naoya watching be damned.

You’re both feral in your heads, too far gone to care. His tongue strokes deep, wet and messy, while your nails scratch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, closer, until there’s no space left.

Your lips were swollen, your chest heaving, your thighs sticky where you’d been grinding against him. His hand slid down your spine, steadying you as if he could barely keep himself from dragging you out already.

“Then take me,” you whispered, dizzy with him.

A pleasurable sound vibrated against your mouth as he cupped your ass one more time, squeezing like he never wanted to let go. Then, with a curse under his breath, his palm found the small of your back and he began steering you through the crowd.

Right until Naoya’s hand clamped around your wrist and pulled you back. Hard.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Leaving with him?” His venom made your stomach turn.

“You stood me up, and you’re here with other girls. We’re done, if that wasn’t clear.”

“Done? This I can explain. But him?” His grip on your wrist tightened, bruising. “You really think—”

Choso didn’t let him finish. One shove to the chest and Naoya stumbled back. Choso planted himself between you, voice an octave lower than usual. “Careful what you do next.”

The look in his eyes must have been enough, because Naoya froze, his jaw tight but his body refusing to move closer. You pressed into Choso’s arm, breath shaky, the weight of the confrontation sinking in.

He didn’t say another word, just laced his fingers through yours and pulled you out into the night air. The door slammed shut behind you, muffling the club’s pulse, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the sound of your uneven breaths.

Outside, he stopped beneath the glow of a streetlight, turning to face you. His hands framed your face, thumbs brushing away the heat still staining your cheeks. His kiss this time wasn’t frantic, but gentle. His lips moved over yours, claiming them as his own finally. The taste of beer lingered, but beneath it was him, warm and intoxicating, dragging your mouth open until you were whimpering against his tongue.

One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, holding you right where he wanted you, while the other slipped lower, skimming down your hip and over the curve of your ass. He pressed his forehead to yours when he finally pulled back, his eyes dark and unreadable.

“No more shitty guys,” his voice was soft. You're mine now, are the words that caught in his throat. But he'd save that for later in the night.

In the uber, when his palm spread wide against your thigh, fingers edging higher, you knew without a shred of doubt — the second you stepped into his apartment, there would be no more holding back.

[lovesickchoi]

I’m finally writing again (i hope at least)! This is gonna be my anime fic blog. I’ll most likely write for jjk and tokyo ghoul. Hoping to post more consistently this fall fingers crossed🤓🤓❤️

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I APPRECIATE THE SLOW SEXXXXX ITS HARD TO FIND THAT IN FICS 😭😭😭 more plz for the slow enjoyers🤞🤞

OMG OMG THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THAT!!!!😭😭

Dont get me wrong i love reading a good rough fic but like bring slow fucks they just hit different

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i just did a cartwheel reading this ohmygod im so honored !! thank you for loving and reading my work my dear pls dont go bald😻😩😼😼

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MONIKAA HII wanted to check up hehe

dare I say that blue tyun may be one of my fav hair colours on him ACKK he looks so pretty with it

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tyun is truly the most beautiful man alive the blue hair suits him so well FUCK i honestly love all their blend of hair colors this comeback sm