pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader
genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)
m.list:
chapter I - absquatulate 2,11K
chapter II - sponsalia 6,7K
chapter III - ambience 6,9K
filler - Game of Go 1,5K
chapter IV - ustulation 5,6K
chapter V - paraprosexia 7K
chapter VI - súton 11,1K
chapter VII - mágoa 12K
chapter VIII - lítost 11,6K
chapter IX - lacuna 8,7K
chapter X pt.1 - seele 18,8K
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 17,2K
𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 3,5K
disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
⤷ Summary - You walked right into it - the thrill, the desire, their twisted idea of a game in the middle of nowhere. You gave yourself over, let them take control. Now all that’s left is to run. But the real fantasy? It begins when they catch you.
⤷ Content warning - primal play, psychological play, mxm, oral (f&m rec.), unprotected sex, choking, slight dumbifictation, spit (for like 10 seconds), anal sex - double penetration, public sex, humiliation, overstimulation (m rec.), Mention of & light use of substances, Dom/sub dynamics (let me know if I missed anything!)
⊳ Masterlist ⊲
The sky is burning, orange into pink as it fades by the second. The clouds drag like your feet through the fallen leaves. The woods are quiet, too quiet for what the boys promised you but you keep going.
You follow the trees, look out for the red marks that Chan put there just for you. To lure you closer and closer until you stumble into the clearing.
Chan is there - back against a tree, cigarette hanging off his lips, eyes dragging across you slow like molasses. The glow of the lighter catches his cheekbones, and you can feel the heat from where you stand.
“Thought you weren’t coming,” he says, voice low, lazy. But his fingers twitch. You notice.
Then - Hyunjin. Loud, chaotic, all limbs and a toothy smile as he appears from the dark, shirt half unbuttoned and wild in every sense of the word.
“There you are,” he purrs. “Took you long enough.”
“I’d be here quicker if we met at normal places. What do you guys have against a park?” Hyunjin laughs, something that almost sounds crazed and Chan pushes himself off of the tree, letting one foot fall in front of the other lazily - closing in.
“What? You afraid of some woods?” The corner of his mouth ticks up into a smile, his dark eyes study yours and you look away.
There’s an aura to Chan - there always has been. It’s something that neither of you have put a name to, something that you’ve only known him to have with Hyunjin. The two came as a pair. Attached at the hip as something more than friends but you’ve never seen it. Not really. You just know.
“Don’t you like the way this sounds?” Hyunjin cuts in, throwing an arm around your shoulder, he whispers, “Silent, free. Listen.” You do, you listen and you're met with nothing but the faint sound of a cricket and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Chan watches the two of you, studying the way Hyunjin touches you so comfortably - studying the way that you let him. “Thought you might like an escape but you’re free to leave.” he breaks the silence, taking his cigarette between two fingers and turning to face the small fire flickering in a makeshift bonfire.
Hyunjin follows, sparing you a single glance before plucking the cigarette from Chan’s lips and wedging it between his own. Your feet bring you closer, ignoring Chan’s words and taking the open bottle of liquor from the tree stump next to them. You fist the neck of the bottle, taking a swig that’s too long, too bitter, but you need it.
“Atta girl.” Hyunjin coos but Chan just watches, studies. A silence falls over the space, the crackling of fire is all you have to remind you that you’re not alone in the eerie dark. You’ve come here with them before. You’ve smoked here. Drank here. Laughed here. But tonight - tonight feels different. Like the air’s been wired to snap. Like they’ve brought you here for something else entirely.
“Hyunjin…” Chan exhales slow, smoke curling from his lips. “Tell her what we talked about.”
Your pulse thrums, the looming nerves that buzzed in your background move forward and spread. Hyunjin hums, it almost sounds like a moan and he looks over at Chan, just a bit. “You don’t think it’ll scare her away?”
You can hear the smile in his voice and then you look over, catching the dare in Chan’s gaze. It’s subtle but you could never miss it. “It might.” His voice is clear but his lips just barely move. “But I’ve got faith in her.” A pause. Then, soft and sharp: “She hasn’t gone weak on us… right?”
He’s talking to you, you know that he’s talking to you.
Hyunjin turns to you, his lips twitch, barely a smile, as he leans in closer - close enough that you can feel the heat of his body against yours.
His fingers barely brush your arm. A fleeting touch that makes your breath catch, but before you can pull away, it’s gone. He’s teasing, not letting you settle.
“Why the hell are you two acting like that?” The waver in your voice betrays you but you keep your spine straight, you give the illusion of security just as they give the promise of danger.
“Shh,” Hyunjin breathes and your eyes meet his, “You feel that?” he whispers, his voice dripping with something hungry. “The pull? The way the air's gotten thick?”
His eyes flick to Chan, who watches the entire exchange with quiet intensity. “It’s not the woods making it heavy, sweetheart,” Hyunjin continues, voice laced with amusement, like he knows something you don’t. “It’s us.”
Then Chan’s gaze sharpens, and just like that, the atmosphere shifts. His next words come with purpose. Quiet but decisive.
“Run.”
His voice is so smooth, like it’s part of the air, but the weight behind it is undeniable.
“Hide.”
And then, his lips curve up in a ghost of a smile. “Let’s see how well you can stay hidden.”
You stare at him and then Hyunjin, your eyes move back and forth and your head spins with pressure. What the fuck? You want to say it, but your mouth just opens, lips parting just enough for your breath to cloud in the cold.
“Told you it would scare her away.” Hyunjin is laughing again, smiling like a taunt but Chan is still, staring, daring. “You’ve played hide and seek before, haven’t you, doll?”
Your gaze breaks to him. “What the hell are you two getting at? You want to play a stupid game?” Chan tsks and Hyunjin looks at him with a knowing glint that you wished you possessed.
“When’s the last time you just… ran?” Chan takes a languid step forward, his heavy boots thudding softly in the leaves. “Like a wolf on a full moon. Free, unchained from responsibility.”
Hyunjin’s gaze never leaves you, his eyes simmering with an intensity that seems to press against your skin. As Chan speaks, Hyunjin takes a languid step forward, moving in a slow circle around you. His boots don’t make a sound as he shifts in the darkness, a shadow slinking in and out of your peripheral vision.
You can feel the subtle shift in the air as he moves, his proximity so close that your body instinctively pulls tighter, almost as if anticipating something - but you can’t predict his next move. His presence is undeniable, suffocating in the way it hovers, waiting.
His voice cuts through the tense silence, too smooth, too close. “Run,” Hyunjin echoes, a low hum in his chest as his eyes never leave yours. “But you’ll never outrun us.”
Hyunjin keeps circling, never touching but always near - like a predator closing in on its prey. Naturally, you bare teeth, resisting. “Why the hell would I let you two chase me through the woods? What’s so freeing about that?” Your eyes stay on Chan’s and he fucking smirks.
“Don’t you trust us?” He murmurs, head tilting to the side in mock curiosity. He knows the answer. He knows that you do. If you didn’t you would’ve never come here.
You know the answer too, but for a different reason. Because you’ve hooked up before. Kisses in shadows, hands under clothes, fast and desperate. That time one shot turned into nine and Hyunjin mentioned how he wanted your thighs on his shoulders in the back of Chan’s car. You trust them, but not like a friend.
“You’re going to run,” Hyunjin murmurs, his voice like a warning. “Or you’ll stay. And if you stay, you’ll belong to us.” He stops, standing behind you with just a breath of space between you. You can feel his heat on your back, a blazing contrast to the chill between the three of you.
“And if I do run?“ You ask, half out of curiosity, but there’s a weight behind it now, a recognition of the game you're caught in. You think you already know that answer. Hyunjin smiles, leaning in to just barely whisper. “You’ll still belong to us.”
Your heart skips. You knew it.
Chan watches, studying yet again but this time he learns something new. “You like that, don’t you?” your eyes flick to his, “The idea of us having you in such a primal way.”
Your throat feels dry, your tongue too heavy. “You two are drunk or something.” Chan doesn’t respond, he only closes in. “I didn’t come here for you two to be acting all fucking weird and - and …” the words die in your throat.
You try to swallow but your throat stays dry. Chan is too close now, and Hyunjin hasn’t moved from behind you. You’re boxed in, heat at your back, fire in front. Still, you square your shoulders, even if your legs feel like they’re humming with anticipation.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, but there’s no bite. Just breath.
Chan tips his head, mock confusion curling at the corner of his mouth. “Like what?” He asks, but he knows. He always knows.
“Like you’re waiting for me to break.”
Hyunjin lets out a low, dangerous sound behind you - like a laugh dragged through a growl. “You already did,” he murmurs, voice close to your ear. “You just forgot.”
Something flashes in Chan’s eyes - recognition - and then, slowly, deliberately, he says, “You remember that night on the roof?”
Your stomach drops.
You know exactly which one.
You’d been too high, toes curled over the ledge, stoned on something you didn’t question because Chan passed it to you with that look in his eyes. Hyunjin was sprawled out nearby, shirtless and golden in the moonlight. That was the night you’d said too much. That was the night you told them how you wanted it - chased, caught, pinned. Like prey. Like a fucking animal.
“I remember what you said,” Chan continues, voice lower now, like he’s slipping under your skin. “You said you wanted to be hunted. Wanted to feel teeth at your neck. Wanted to run until your legs gave out, and then be taken.”
Your breath hitches, body going still.
“You didn’t mean it?” Hyunjin asks, tone playful but tight with something else. “Because it sounded real to me.”
You shake your head, but even you don’t know what you’re denying. Your heart pounds too loud, too fast. The fire’s crackle feels like it’s inside you now, licking at your spine.
“You’ve thought about it since then,” Chan says, stepping even closer. “That feeling of being chased… like the world falls away and it’s just us. The dark. The dirt. The trees. Need.”
And maybe you have. Maybe that night etched something into you that you never let yourself revisit - until now. Because your body? It’s already leaning in. Your thighs press together without you realizing, your breath turns shallow.
Hyunjin catches it, sharp and smug. “There she is,” he whispers. “You want it. Say it.”
You don’t speak, can’t. But you don’t need to. You take a step back - toward the trees.
Chan’s grin is slow, dark, knowing. “Run.”
Your breathing picks up. Your fingers twitch at your side and you can feel your resolve stretching thin over your desire. Hyunjin brings his hands up, gently peeling your jacket from your shoulders and down your arms, he whispers, “What’re you fighting it for? Run.”
Your eyelids flutter, you can hear him too clearly - like he’s settled in your brain. Chan just watches, hands in his pockets like he isn’t trying to rope you into a game of manhunt. You take another step back and then another.
Hyunjin moves next to Chan, watching with phlegmatic anticipation.
“Go,” he says. “You’ve got a head start.”
Silence again.
Not empty.
Not safe.
Crackling. Loaded. Breathless.
You turn your back on them.
And run.
Leaves crack underfoot, branches whip at your clothes, and your breath comes fast. You’re running blind, high and aroused and absolutely feral. Every step is a pulse, every heartbeat another second closer to being caught. You can feel them - as if there are chains connecting you all, leading them to you through the dark, stalking you just like they wanted - and now you want it too.
You don’t know who will find you first.
That’s part of the thrill.
You crouch behind a tree, trying not to breathe too loud. You have no idea how long you’ve been running. You have no idea how far you’ve gotten or if you ran in circles. You have no idea where they are.
Your senses sharpen and it’s like you can smell them before you hear them, a strong musk - honey, cigarettes and liquor.
Snap.
A branch, somewhere behind you. Closer now. Then silence.
You freeze, hand over your mouth. Another sound. Breathing? A footstep?
Nothing.
And then - “Found you.”
Hyunjin’s voice in your ear, hands on your waist. But you twist, dart away, laughing as he curses.
“Fuck- she’s quick-”
The game is on.
Chan’s voice floats through the dark, smooth and sharp. “Don’t let her think she’s winning, Hyune.”
“Let me have my fun, hyung.”
They split up, lingering far but still too close. Chan watches, slow and calculating, you vault over a log and stumble. “That tree again?” Chan calls out, amused. “You’re going in circles.”
Fuck.
You are.
Or are you?
“You think we don’t know this forest?” Hyunjin pants. His voice comes from the left… no, right… no, “We own it.”
Panic flares in your chest, but it’s the wrong kind. It’s not fear - it’s the thrill. Your pulse spikes like a live wire and you feel alive. This isn’t about getting away. Not really.
You keep going.
Until you hear Chan again, this time closer - too close:
“Left foot’s dragging. Getting tired?”
You bolt, cleaning up your rhythm like your life is on the line. You forget about being quick and focus on being neat.
You could handle Hyunjin catching you. You could fight him off, something wild and rough, but Chan, he’s worse - because you know he’s calculating. Quiet. Waiting for you to zig when you should zag. He’s not chasing you to catch you. He’s chasing you to learn you. Like a predator with patience.
You press your back to a tree, chest heaving. You don’t know how long you’ve been running, how far you've gotten - but it’s silent. That’s what matters. You’ve lost Chan.
A grin breaks across your face, shaky with adrenaline. This is fun.
You listen again, it’s silent, right? The forest pulses with your heartbeat. You wait. One second. Two. Ten. Nothing.
No voice. No footsteps.
No Chan.
No Hyunjin.
It’s worse than being chased.
Your thighs press together, your spit is thick in your mouth and you listen. You try to listen but the thought of what’s to come, the image of them catching you clouds your vision. Will they take you? Right here? Wild and primal - or will they make you run again? Hunt you over and over like a game of cat and mouse.
You want both. You want it all.
Crack.
What was that? Who was that?
The air in your lungs thins, your thighs press tighter and you fight the urge to peek. Don’t you dare fucking peek.
You hear it again, the direction is unclear like they’re everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Fuck it.
You hold your breath, leaning forward ever so slightly just to take a glimpse, something quick. Nothing. You pull back even quicker and that’s when you hear it, a whisper.
“Boo.”
You scream, Hyunjin tackles you into the leaves, laughing wicked and full. “You’re so fucking loud,” he purrs against your neck. “You want him to hear you?”
“Chan-” you gasp.
Hyunjin grins. “Yeah, call for him. Bet he’ll lose his shit.”
You breathe out his name again, softer this time. “Chan…”
Hyunjin hums, pressing his nose into the curve of your throat. “Thought so,” His hands settle on your hips like he’s trying to calm you, soothe you, even as he straddles you like prey. “Let me help you up.” he murmurs, voice lower, tender in a way that feels wrong.
And you believe it - stupidly, you believe it - because Hyunjin feels like warmth, like comfort, like that sliver of reprieve before the slaughter.
He pulls you to your feet, hands brushing dirt off your arms like a lover would. “Shhh,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your cheek. “Stay quiet. Follow me.”
So you do.
The woods swallow your footsteps. You trail behind him, heart still skittering, adrenaline crashing into lust and confusion and something dangerous.
Then-
“Where do you think you’re going?” The voice doesn’t come from behind you. No.
It comes in front.
Too late.
Before you can even react, Chan’s hand is around Hyunjin’s throat, slamming him back against a tree so hard the bark cracks under his spine. The impact shudders through the ground. You gasp, instinctively reaching forward - but Chan doesn’t even look at you.
Hyunjin’s laughing. Laughing.
“Found me,” he rasps, grin splitting his face like an axe to wood.
“You always were the easy one,” Chan growls, voice as rough as the hand still pinning Hyunjin.
“You said don’t let her win,” Hyunjin manages, eyes flicking toward you with a wild glint. “Didn’t say I couldn’t guide her.”
Chan doesn’t smile. Not fully. Just the ghost of it - mean and knowing.
“She didn’t win.” His eyes meet yours. “She walked straight into the wolf’s den.”
Your breath stutters. You take a step back - but he doesn’t come for you. Not yet.
Instead, he leans in toward Hyunjin. Fist still on his collar, other hand sliding up his side. And Hyunjin - Hyunjin fucking melts, head tilting, throat offered like he’s been waiting for this.
“Chan,” he murmurs, breathless and sweet.
You can’t look away.
Chan’s mouth brushes the hinge of Hyunjin’s jaw. Lower. Down his neck. Slow, deliberate. You watch his lips part, his tongue trace the line of a tendon, right there - where you were aching for it. Where you still are.
Hyunjin gasps, eyes fluttering shut, mouth slack with need.
It should be obscene. It is obscene. But it’s not for you.
It’s a lesson.
Your stomach flips. The air feels too tight to breathe. You want to move, say something, but your body’s locked in place, the ache in your core twisting into something uglier.
Then Hyunjin moans. Soft and bitten-back. And Chan just smiles.
Like he knows.
Like he planned it.
Like this was always meant for you to see.
And that’s when it hits you: this isn’t over. It’s barely even begun.
You bolt.
Leaves whip your legs. Branches claw at your arms. You don’t even think, just run, throat tight with humiliation and arousal and rage.
Behind you, laughter cracks through the trees.
Hyunjin’s first - breathy, wrecked, gleeful.
Then Chan’s - low and cruel and thrilled.
“Didn’t even touch her,” Hyunjin pants, already moving.
“She’ll beg next time,” Chan replies, and you can hear it: the grin in his voice. The certainty. “We’ll take our time.”
And just like that - The hunt is on again.
You sprint, branches slapping at your arms, lungs burning. But even with the blood pounding in your ears, you hear him.
Chan doesn’t shout - he calls, like a song. Like a spell.
“Where are you running, sweetheart?”
You stumble. Just a beat. Just enough.
“I wasn’t even touching you.”
The words slice. You blink hard, try to focus. Keep moving.
“But you wanted it, didn’t you?”
Your breath catches. You nearly trip.
“You watched my mouth on him like it was your fucking salvation.”
A whimper breaks out of your throat. You push faster. Leaves blur. The forest bends.
“You thought you’d be the one I’d ruin first.”
You’re shaking now, not just from exertion-shame, heat, frustration-all crawling under your skin like fire ants.
“And you still want it. Even now.”
The last one hits like a hammer. You don’t want to believe it. But it’s true. It’s so fucking true.
You can feel it-between your legs, in your teeth, under your skin. A thread you can't snap. You want to go back. You want to keep running. You want to scream.
Then you hear Hyunjin’s voice, somewhere behind you, breathless and laughing.
“She’s gonna break soon.”
Chan’s reply is velvet and final.
“Let her.”
You veer off the path, heart clawing at your ribs. It’s a gamble, doubling back, but it feels smart. The boys had split up-Hyunjin darting deeper into the trees, Chan trailing behind like a shadow. You could feel them peeling off you. You could breathe again.
So you circle. Slipping through brush, feet light on damp ground. Smiling now-just a twitch of lips. You might win this. You might actually-
You break through a clearing and freeze.
The bonfire is there, dimly lit.
This is exactly where you started, and even worse,
Chan is already there.
Leaning against a tree like he’s been waiting for hours. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar crooked, chest rising slowly like the night has bored him. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just looks at you, eyes shining like he never chased you at all.
You stop breathing.
“I was hoping you’d come back,” he says, voice low. Calm. Like this is a date. Like this isn’t war.
Behind you, twigs snap. Leaves rustle. Not far now - Hyunjin.
Trapped.
Chan pushes off the tree, saunters forward, slow and deliberate.
“You really think you’re hard to catch?”
You shake your head but you don’t run. You can’t. You don’t know why.
He tilts his head, a smile cutting deep.
“Then why are you still playing?”
His fingers brush your jaw before you flinch back, but it’s too late. You’re rooted. Trembling.
“You could’ve let me wreck you back there. Let me use him to pull every sound out of you. But no,” he whispers, stepping closer. “You just had to make it harder.”
Hyunjin finally appears behind you, wild and flushed, eyes burning with something unhinged.
Chan doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Now, you’re ours. Properly.”
Hyunjin presses his chest to your back but you feel something more, you nearly moan. “Tell me you weren’t thinking about it.” his voice is breathy in your ear. “Our hands on you. Breath on your neck. Fingers in your hair. You wanted to be the one under Chan’s grip, didn’t you?”
You laugh - but it’s shaky, more like a shudder. They caught you.
“Tell me,” Chan murmurs, “You didn’t picture it when I licked him.” You still don’t speak. But your silence is louder than a scream. “You want a turn, baby?”
Hyunjin’s hand is on one hip, Chan’s is on the other. They’re everywhere. “Say it,” Hyunjin whispers, smiling against your skin. You inhale with every intention of speaking but none of the execution.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Chan coos, too calm, too sure “Say it.”
Snap.
“I want it.” Your voice is strained, your throat is dry and then Hyunjin is on you. His lips latch to the soft spot of your neck, kissing and nibbling like a dog with a damn bone. His touch turns bruising, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip but then, suddenly, it’s gone.
Chan’s hand wraps around Hyunjin’s throat again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the feel of his pulse under his palm. He pushes him back, his voice slips out, lower now - cracked and frayed at the edges for the first time all night.
“Control yourself.”
Hyunjin groans, the sound deep and simmering, more animal than man. He tilts his head toward Chan’s touch, eyes flicking to you as his lips curl.
“How about you control me?”
Something changes.
It’s not a switch, it’s a crack - splitting down the middle of Chan’s restraint. His jaw clenches, tongue pressed hard behind his teeth like he’s holding something back, barely. And then he’s not.
He surges forward, catching Hyunjin’s mouth in a kiss that’s rougher than it should be, open-mouthed and teeth first, like he wants to devour him. You feel it like a shock in your chest.
Then Chan’s hand finds you, fingers fisting your shirt, pulling you in until your breath is trapped between both of theirs. You can smell the kiss on them, feel the heat pouring off their skin.
Chan pulls back just enough to look at you. His voice is hoarse when it lands.
“Kiss him,” he says, eyes dark. “I wanna taste you.”
Hyunjin’s lips find yours with his eyes closed, yours shut too, a moan breaks through and Chan slots himself behind you - trapping you yet again.
Chan pushes your chest against Hyunjin’s, his lips on your neck while Hyunjin slips his tongue into your mouth with a groan. You don’t know what to do with your hands, you don’t know who to touch but Chan solves that problem for you. He takes one of your wrists and brings your hand back, placing it over the bulge in his jeans, you moan.
“That’s it, baby,” His voice is the one that’s wild now, his breathing ragged. “Use both of us, don’t make me show you how.” You break the kiss, panting against Hyunjin’s spit slick lips. His hand slips under your shirt, nearly clawing at your skin.
“Look at me while you touch him.” You manage, finding Hyunjin’s shining eyes in the dim light. “That’s my girl.”
Chan’s mouth ghosts along your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse like he’s deciding whether to bite down. He hums, low and approving, when you squeeze him through his jeans, your other hand is still tangled in Hyunjin’s shirt like you’re holding on for balance - like you need to.
Hyunjin’s grip tightens on your waist, his fingers branding your skin as he buries his face in your throat. He bites harder than he should. You gasp, your hips jerking back into Chan’s.
“Oh, she likes that,” Hyunjin breathes, drunk on your reaction.
Chan’s hand closes over your throat, not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of who’s in control. “Of course she does,” he growls. “She wants to be ruined.”
You whimper, and it earns you a hard roll of Chan’s hips, the pressure making your knees buckle. He doesn’t let you fall-he never does, he never would-but he wants you unstable, trembling, caught between them.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Hyunjin says again, rougher now. “Let him feel how wet you are, but don’t come,” he whispers. “You come, we start over.”
“You come when I say.” Chan leans in close, turning your head so that his hot breath fans over your lips, “You’re mine when you come. Say it.”
Hyunjin groans against your stomach, sliding down, already tugging at the waistband of your jeans with frantic fingers. You feel his teeth drag across your skin.
Chan watches you fall apart from behind, his voice the only tether left.
“Say it, or I’ll stop him.”
Chan’s fingers tighten on your throat, enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to choke. You feel your heart race, your body trembling, and you know it's not from fear. It’s desire - frenzied desire.
"Say it," he growls, his voice so low it vibrates through your bones. "Say you belong to me."
Hyunjin pulls your shirt up roughly, his hands clawing at your skin as if he wants to tear you open. “Say it, baby,” he sounds like he moans, he probably does. His lips are dragging across your chest, nipping and marking your skin. His voice is a little more frantic now, as if he's barely hanging onto control, too.
“I belong to you, both of you. I’m yours.” Your words are dizzy just like you are. They’re the only thing in your head that makes sense besides them.
You gasp as Hyunjin’s hand slides lower, finding its way past the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear. He groans when he feels how wet you are, running his finger through the slick slowly. “Fuck... she’s dripping, Chan.”
Chan growls, leaning in to bite your ear, his teeth sharp enough to make you cry out. “Don’t move,” he commands, his voice like a whip cracking in the still air. You want to obey, but it’s getting harder with every stroke of Hyunjin’s fingers, the teasing pressure making your legs quake.
Hyunjin fights your pants down your thighs, getting them off completely and tossing them to the side. You shiver as the cold air hits you mixed with the static of lust pulsing around the three of you.
Instinctively, you close in on yourself, pressing your thighs together just for Hyunjin to pry them open again. Chan moves his hand from your throat and grabs at your hips. His tongue moves past his lips with purpose, licking up the side of your throat and sucking a bruise into the flesh before he whispers,
“Open wider. Let him eat.” Hyunjin’s mouth is between your legs, obscene and skilled, moaning into your skin while Chan bites your shoulder, hissing filth into your ear.
Hyunjin’s tongue dips up and slowly swipes at your folds. You moan. He growls. He does it again and again and again and then he latches to your clit with a flat lick that ends with the tip of his tongue circling and teasing your sensitive bud. Your arousal drips down his chin and it sets something off in him.
He grabs your thighs, nails in your flesh before giving you some shallow tongue fucking that makes you tilt your head back on Chan’s shoulder.
“See what happens when you let us win?” Chan coos, sliding a hand under your shirt to cup your breast. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he watches Hyunjin in the moonlight. He can make out the glisten on his chin when he pulls away. He can see the bliss in his eyes.
“She’s so wet, you gotta fucking taste her.”
They trade. They take turns. Fingers, mouths, teasing each other while teasing you.
Chan latches onto your clit and you palm Hyunjin through his jeans. That’s enough to have him stripping himself to feel you - to really feel you. He guides your hand back, wrapping it around his cock and spitting down to give you something to work with.
“That’s what you’ve wanted, isn’t it, baby.” It’s barely a question but you nod anyway. You jerk his cock and he holds your thighs apart from behind you, keeping you open for Chan to continue tongue fucking you. “You sound so fucking gone.”
You can’t even find the words to respond, not with Chan’s tongue flicking and teasing, not with Hyunjin’s cock pulsing in your hand. Hyunjin pulls you back toward him abruptly, making you switch positions, turning you to face him. His lips crash into yours like he needs to taste how wrecked you are. Possessive fingers lace through your hair and you feel lightheaded, like all the heat in your body has gone to your core.
You moan, it’s all you can manage.
You feel stretched thin - nerves burning, mind blank, every inch of you hypersensitive and strung up between them. It's like your body is working faster than your brain, need overriding thought, pleasure overriding shame. You're not even sure where you end and they begin anymore. You just want more. More mouth, more hands, more everything.
Chan is still kneeling behind you, kneading the plush flesh of your ass in his big hands until he spreads your cheeks and rims your tight hole.
You gasp into Hyunjin’s mouth and he takes the opportunity to press his mouth into you further. He groans at the taste, sucking on your tongue before letting go and whispering. "I have to be inside,"
Chan stands, there’s a rustle of clothing and then skin - his skin - against your shirt, pressing against you. He grabs Hyunjin’s jaw, hard, steering him to his lips. You don’t miss the way they groan, the way Hyunjin’s hips stutter against you. They’re as drunk on each other as they are on you, lost in this fever heat. Hyunjin trails kisses along Chan’s jaw before he pulls back, panting heavily.
“Hold her open for me,” Chan tells Hyunjin. There’s a glint in his eyes where the light hits. Hyunjin obeys, bringing you back with him until his back hits a tree. He presses you into him, bucking his bare cock against your back while Chan stocks forward, admiring the two of you.
Chan hooks an arm under one knee and then the other, he hoists you up, positioning you right above his cock with a growl so raw you’d thought it came from Hyunjin. Chan rubs his cock through your drenched folds, barely teasing at your entrance before he pushes in.
You howl.
You claw and keen.
“Ah, fuck, baby - you’re tight. So fucking tight.” Chan praises you through gritted teeth and a wild look in his eyes. Hyunjin moans at the description, breaking a bit and lining himself up behind you.
“Hyune,” You whimper, less like a warning and more like a plea. He shushes you, using the dripping slick from your cunt to lube your ass. “Breathe,” He presses in and your eyes roll back. “Take it, angel. Breathe.”
Chan slows his pace in your cunt while Hyunjin eases his way into your ass. He gives you a few shallow thrusts, bottoming out slowly and letting you adjust to how full you are. The stretch has you gasping for air, every inch of space claimed with them - just them - until they start moving.
It’s slow at first. Every thrust is perfectly timed like they can feel each other's rhythm. It’s slow until Chan can’t help himself and starts bucking up like an animal. You groan, Hyunjin moans.
“Hyung, fuck, I can feel you.” The words sound wild from Hyunjin's pretty mouth, wilder when Chan slams into you harder and he starts to melt into a broken mess. “Fuck, fuck - keep going.” He pleads, his grip on your thighs is like iron but you’re too far gone to feel the sting.
“Please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” You whimper, just as fucked out as they are - hell, maybe more. You’re drooling now, your tongue can’t stay in your mouth like a wolf in heat being bred and marked by rabid alpha’s
Just then, Hyunjin bites your shoulder, a warning before he grabs your jaw with one hand and turns your head forcing your mouth open. He spits into it once, twice, messy and obscene.
“Swallow.” You do.
“Fuck-” They choke out the curse in unison when you clench around them, they press into you at the same time, their cocks rubbing against each other with only the pulsing wet walls of you to keep them apart.
“This pussy is gonna fucking empty me.” Chan grunts, looking you in the eyes and you clench, keening loud and lewd.
You jolt with every thrust, a ragdoll between them while they use you, praise you, break you down. “She’s gonna fucking come,” Hyunjin moans, “I can feel it.”
“Do it,” Chan grunts, glancing at where you’re connected. He can see everything, how full you are with him and Hyunjin. “Fucking do it.”
They pump into you at a rhythm that syncs so well you can only call it wicked. Hyunjin is groaning, growling in your ear. While Chan is grunting, moaning, struggling to keep his control right in front of your eyes. You cry out as they pound into you hard enough to shatter the stars overhead. You shatter too.
“H-hyune- Cha- Channie, I’m fucking - fuck!” You quake, thighs trembling, cunt gushing and clenching while you see stars. They don’t stop, they only cry out, howling like wolves who need to let the world know who just ruined you.
“Holy shit, baby, I wan’ your mouth.” Hyunjin is panting, slowing as he nearly reaches his peak. Chan does the same, slowing as you ride out your high and then they both pull out. Chan peels off his jacket, laying it on the ground for you to kneel on.
You’re still shaking. Your body limp and slick with sweat, barely able to hold yourself upright. Chan’s jacket is soft under your knees, but nothing about this moment feels gentle.
Hyunjin’s cock is in your hand before you even register it. It’s still wet from your cunt, flushed and pulsing, and he’s staring down at you like you’re something holy. Ruined and holy.
“Open your mouth,” he commands - soft but not sweet. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling tight enough to arch your throat. “Be a good girl and show me.”
You part your lips, tongue out, obedient and dazed.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, stroking himself slow just inches from your face. “You look so fucking desperate like that.”
Chan crouches behind you again, running his hands down your back, trailing over the bruises he left, the fingerprints painted into your skin.
“Look at her,” he murmurs to Hyunjin, voice dark with wonder. “So ready to be used. Fucking perfect.”
Hyunjin leans in, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “This what you wanted, angel? To get ruined twice and still beg for cock down your throat? To gag on it like a whore?”
You whimper - barely a sound - and Chan coos.
“She can’t even speak anymore. Drunk off the come we let her have.”
Hyunjin’s cock slides against your tongue - wet, warm, heavy - and he groans like it’s the first time. “God, yes... that mouth. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
You hollow your cheeks, tongue working instinctively. Chan watches over your shoulder, one hand gripping your ass, the other threading into your hair beside Hyunjin’s.
“Take him,” he says. “Deeper.”
Hyunjin's hips buck forward and you gag but hold him, eyes watering, throat burning in the best fucking way.
“That’s it,” Chan growls. “Choke on it. Be good and take it.”
Hyunjin shudders above you, voice raw. “She’s fucking moaning on it, hyung. You hear that?”
Chan grins like the devil himself. “I hear it, baby. She just loves being a slut for us.”
You try to nod, but your throat is full and your jaw is straining, and that’s answer enough.
Chan drags his hand from your hair to your mouth, wiping the spit from your chin, then pushing it back between your lips around Hyunjin’s cock.
“You drool on his cock, I’ll make you lick it back up. Clean him like you’re starved.”
You gag again, loud this time, and Hyunjin moans - deep and broken. He pulls out for a breath, watching your spit stretch from your lips to his tip.
“I’m gonna come down your throat if you keep doing that,” he pants. “Fuck, you want that?”
You gasp, eyes wide and glassy, tongue still out.
Chan grabs your jaw, tilting your face to look at him. “Swallow all of it. Don’t fucking waste a drop.”
Hyunjin thrusts forward again - shallow, controlled, but shaking at the edges. You take him, take it all, gagging and drooling as Chan whispers in your ear “Hold still. Take it. You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.”
Hyunjin’s breath shudders. His grip in your hair tightens, and his hips stutter forward with a desperate sound that’s half a sob, half a snarl.
“Ah - shit, fuck, I’m-”
You feel it before you taste it - thick, hot, spilling over your tongue as Hyunjin groans like the weight of it knocks the air from his lungs. “Hold still. Open wider - yeah, just like that. You’re doing so fucking well, sweetheart.” Chan watches you swallow with heat in his eyes. You choke slightly, tears leaking from your eyes as you gulp around him. He holds you there, buried to the hilt, trembling.
“Don’t rush. I wanna watch it all go down that pretty throat. Wanna hear you whimper with a mouth full of him.”
Hyunjin pulls back slowly, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. He’s still panting, flushed and wide-eyed like he’s just seen God, and maybe he has. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s our girl,” He’s cupping your face now, gentle - contradicting everything he just did. “You did so fucking well, baby.”
Chan doesn't give you a second to breathe.
His hand threads into your hair, firm but not cruel, guiding Hyunjin’s cock from your lips only to replace it with his own - thicker, heavier, the taste of salt and skin overwhelming your senses.
“Didn’t think I was done with you, did you, doll?” he growls, already pushing past your lips, taking advantage of how loose your throat is now, wrecked from Hyunjin. “Open wide. Let me use that pretty mouth.”
You hum a moan but you’re not the only one. Hyunjin groans above you, breath catching as Chan’s hand slides around his waist and grips his cock again - still flushed, still twitching, too sensitive to be touched but not able to pull away.
“Fuck, hyung, baby…” Hyunjin’s hips jerk forward into Chan’s hand, legs shaking.
“She’s already a mess, ruined from both ends,” Chan huffs, mouth curled in something cruel. “And you’re still leaking like a whore, Hyune.”
He pumps Hyunjin slow and tight, fingers teasing the head where your slick still clings, smearing it over the shaft. Hyunjin shudders, his hands on your shoulders now for balance, head tipped back, lips parted in a silent moan.
“Th-there - fuck-” Hyunjin’s voice cracks. “That’s too - too…”
“You’ll take it,” Chan grits out, cock fucking deep into your throat, your gag swallowed by the sound of Hyunjin’s desperate sob. “Just like her. Just like the little mess you are.”
You can barely breathe - tears stream down your face again, spit slicking your chin, drooling down to Chan’s balls. But you don’t stop. Can’t. The taste of him makes your brain short-circuit, and the way he jerks Hyunjin off like he owns him? It has you dripping again, even as your knees shake under you.
Hyunjin leans forward, bracing himself, eyes glassy. Then he kisses Chan.
Hard. Mouths crashing together over your head, messy and hot, all teeth and tongue and groaned curses.
Chan growls into the kiss, fucking your mouth harder, and jacking Hyunjin faster now, just to feel him shake.
“You’re so close again,” Chan mutters into Hyunjin’s mouth, their foreheads pressed together. “Gonna come all over my hand while she chokes on me?”
Hyunjin nods, desperate and ruined. “I - I can’t-”
Chan bites his lip and grips his cock tighter. “Yes, you can. You’ll come again just like this - watching her.”
He leans back just enough to see you.
Your eyes flutter open to meet his - blown wide, desperate - and he groans low in his chest.
“There’s our perfect fucking girl,” Chan says, thumb brushing the edge of your lip as you gag on him again. “Taking my cock like a good little hole while I milk Hyune dry.”
And then it happens
Hyunjin breaks with a sound that’s feral. His cock pulses in Chan’s grip, spurting hot over Chan’s fist, some of it landing on your shoulder, your chest, dripping down to stain Chan’s jacket beneath you.
You moan around Chan’s cock - eyes rolling back, the whole thing too much and not enough.
Chan laughs low, cock twitching deep in your throat. “She liked that. Fuck, look at her.”
He doesn’t last long after that. He pulls out just to come all over your tongue, your lips, mixing with Hyunjin’s cum on your skin. They both watch you swallow, licking your lips like it’s your last meal.
Hyunjin collapses beside you, spent, and Chan leans down, cupping your jaw, thumbing away your tears with the same hand slick from Hyunjin’s come.
“Still want more, sweetheart?” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Or did we fulfill your fantasy?”
Hyunjin’s hands, once relentless, now gently trace your cheek, pulling your attention his way. There’s still that burning intensity in his eyes, but it’s paired with something else - care, tenderness, as if he's remembering what it means to be gentle. "You okay?" His voice is softer, different, like he’s come back to the moment with you.
Chan, standing in front of you, kneels and runs a hand up your thigh. His touch is a stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. His fingers move with intent, slow and deliberate, tracing the outline of your body as if memorizing it. "You did so well," he murmurs, his voice hoarse but sincere. His lips brush your neck, soft, as though he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.
You feel them, both of them, pressing close, not in a demanding way, but in a way that feels... protective. Hyunjin nudges his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "That’s all you, baby," he whispers. "You’ve got us wrapped around your finger, you know that?"
Chan chuckles just barely, a small smirk on his lips as he presses his forehead to yours. “It’s more than that, it’s like we’re chained.” Hyunjin hums, acknowledging, agreeing.
You take a breath, finally remembering how to use your voice. “You’ve got me.” They both pull back, looking at you with eyes too wide, too wild, too vulnerable.
“Good.” Chan sighs and Hyunjin leans in putting his forehead together with the two of you, he whispers.
“We’ll keep being each other's escape.”
⤷ a/n - This is my first long fic since I've had writers block. I hope that you enjoyed! I was really excited for this fic and I've been hard on myself about it. If you enjoyed it then feedback and a reblog will actually make my day. Thank You!
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IN WHICH↬ you’re too clingy with matt, so he fucks you in front of a mirror.
warnings↬ smut, unprotected sex (youre on the pill) humiliation kink, pet names, prob more i’m too lazy to continue
“sweetheart i have to go” matt says as he tries to detach you from his chest. “wan’ go with you” you whine desperately, trying to get him to oblige to take you with him to this thing at nates. you couldn’t get enough of matt recently. you clung to his arm almost everywhere you went. every night you’d snuggle into his chest, never wanting him to leave you. you just took advantage of him because he was yours. only yours.
“baby—baby you know i can’t” his tone turns serious, you were making him late to his hangout. “please matt” you beg as he successfully gets you off of him.
“i’ve told you a million times no.” he says as he crosses his arms “i have to go now, ill be right back later” he says sternly as he kisses your forehead and heads out of the house.
“but mat-“ door closes.
matt loved your clinginess, how you loved him and never left him. but sometimes he just needed to go and you either made him late because you wouldn’t stop asking if you too could accompany him, or because you were whining about him leaving and begging him to stay. that part of the clinginess drove him nuts, but he dealt with it because he loved you.
you huff and cross your arms as you do as your told and wait. you wanted so badly to go with him, but it was a “guy thing” as matt told you.
you thought it was a bunch of bs that he couldn’t take you, but you still waited anyways.
about 3 hours pass of him being gone and you were on his bed waiting for him. you were growing impatient as the minutes went by, but with it being your luck in walked matt.
his eyes met yours as you both smile at one another.
you spring off of his bed and run into his arms excitedly. his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze it. “someone missed me, hm?” he teases as he kisses your cheek.
“you were gone too long” you complain, pouting like a spoiled kid. “poor baby” he coos, cupping your face in his hand.
“my needy girl, always needing and needing, yeah?” he coos as he slides one hand up your shirt, the other still cupping your face. “m’ not needy, just missed you ts’ all” you shrug.
his hand traces your waist, tracing everything really. your skin was soft, it was always soft. that was one of matt’s favorite attributes about you.
“shes lying now, look at her” he smirks as he takes his hand off of your face, grabbing both of your hips. “m’ not lying” you protest earning a smirk from him.
“how was nates?” you quickly change the subject “boring—chris was actin’ a fuckin’ fool, nick was bein’ nick, and then there was just nate who didn’t bother anyone and just did his own thing” he explains as he moves one of his hands off of your waist to play with your hair.
“i missed you” you say as you gaze into his eyes. “i figured as much” he rolls his eyes as he kisses your cheek. “you never take me anywhere with you, always leavin’ me at home by myself—no one to hang on to” you go on about how he supposedly doesn’t care, obviously joking, but mainly saying it to get a rise out of him.
matt’s face was one of annoyance, he had had it with your constant whining and complaining. wanting and needing to do something about it, something to keep your mind occupied.
out of nowhere, he interlocks his fingers with yours, leading you to the bathroom. as the both of you make it to the bathroom, he closes the door and locks it.
he pins you against the bathroom counter and his lips meet yours in a rough kiss. both of your tongues fight for dominance instantaneously as he bites your bottom lip, pulling away.
confused you look at him and raise an eyebrow “what’re we doing in here, matt?” you ask as he flips you in front of the mirror, yanking your sweats down.
“since you want me on you so bad—you’re gonna look at what i do to you” he smirks as he yanks your panties down alongside your sweats. “matt” you blush as you look down. he takes notice to this and reaches in front of you to make you look at your reflection “ah—ah—ah” he says “look at yourself while i fuck you” he smirks.
your eyes grow wide as you turn around and look at him “look at myself while you—what?” you raise an eyebrow, as you feel a wetness in between your thighs.
“ya heard me—now be a good girl and turn around f’me ” he demands as he motions for you to turn around, gripping your hips.
your heartbeat increases rapidly with anticipation, wondering what exactly his next move would be. this whole situation was new. matt had never done anything like this before.
you can hear the unbuckling of his belt as he moves his bulge up against your bare ass earning a soft moan from you. “feel that?” his hot breath hits your ear sending chills down your spine. “answer me” he demands as he bends you over more, your lip hiding under your teeth “f-feel it—” you stammer.
“i bet you’re gonna take me with no hesitation, hm?” he grinds his hard on into your ass. “i bet you’d do it any time i asked ya’ to—my greedy girl” he grunts.
he then pulls down his boxers and thrusts into you no warning. the both of you gasp at the same time as he gives you time to adjust “fuck—matt” you whimper as he begins slowly thrusting his hips in and out of you.
“if you look away from yourself one time, i’ll stop” he growls his thrusts becoming faster. you try your hardest to remain eye contact with yourself as he ruins you, biting your lip.
“matt please—“ you whine as he thrusts into you. not being sure you can do what all he’s telling you to. “take it, you can do it i know ya’ can” he groans. you were intrigued at this new idea of his, it both sparked your interest and embarrassed you.
“i bet you like this, seeing yourself get ruined, hm?” he grunts as he thrusts into you from behind, bending you farther over the counter.
you really did like it, it was the hottest thing matt had ever did with you. of course you’d never tell him that, but you loved it. loved being used, how he degraded you as he did it. it was so hot.
but then there was the part of you who also hated this, hated being in front of the mirror as he takes you like this. how vulnerable it all felt. but that quickly washed away because it was matt after all. he knew what he was doing.
“good girl..” he praises, watching your actions closely while behind you, seeing that you’ve yet to break eye contact with yourself. “y’look so fuckin’ good like this” he grabs your hair, pulling it out of your face so he could see your face better, seeing how good he was making you feel.
he knew this would make or break you, so he analyzed your every movement to make sure you wouldnt break eye contact. he was too invested in his little idea now to stop. he knew how his words affected you.
you manage to hold up, taking his praise and demands, never once looking away. you didn’t want him to stop, he knew that, but he also knew you were bound to look away and that both amused and bummed him.
he continues pounding into you, his thrusts getting deeper, hitting that spot that made you crazy so good. your moans were soft, but the more he hit your g-spot the louder they were getting. but you were starting to get flustered, starting to look down and matt takes notice quick. “don’t you dare fuckin’ look down—keep lookin’ “ he demands as he thrusts into you harder than ever.
matt couldn’t stop, even after he said he would. this idea made him crazy. he loved how you looked like this, how you were listening to him so well, how you were taking him so well. you felt so good wrapped around him. it’s like you were made for him. as much as you drove him crazy, you drove him crazy.
you knew you drove matt crazy, but you knew how much he loved you and how much he wouldn’t break your heart. he wasn’t like that, you knew that. matt knew you like the back of his hand. he knew how to get you going.
you moan loudly, still managing to look at yourself, but still flustered about the whole situation. your mind only became focused on one thing. that one thing being the familiar knot forming in your tummy. you had to keep looking.
“matt—m’ so close” you whine as his thrusts become sloppy. “me too, baby—shit” he grunts as he grips your hips.
“feels sso’ good matt” you bite your lip, your reflection staring back at you. “i know baby—i know” he coos as he continues on, the both of you on edge.
“doin’ so good f’me—lookin’ at yourself get ruined..” he praises. you blush and bite your lip “m’ gonna cum—” you whine. “fuck—me too” he says as his thrusts get sloppy. he shoots his warm load in you, you both finish at the same time and he pulls out, both of your juices mixing together.
“such a good girl” he says as he kisses your forehead, turning you around to face him. “while we’re in here, let’s get ourselves cleaned up, yeah?”
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ pet names ⋆ Chris gets hard and tries (but fails) to hide it ⋆ backshots ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ spanking ⋆ (slight) manhandling ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your boyfriend broke up with you before you could show him the new lingerie you bought so Chris, your best friend, agreed to let you model for him.
You had just finished unpacking all the things you had bought from the intimate apparel shop you frequented. You were ecstatic to model the sexy pieces for your boyfriend of 2 months.
A smile plastered on your face when you saw your phone light up with a few notifications from your boyfriend, Jesse. You quickly took your phone from the nightstand and opened your messages to check what he had sent.
Your smile faltered almost immediately when you saw the messages. You could not believe your eyes.
"Hey, uh, I know we were supposed to meet up later today, but I don’t think this is working out. Let’s break up."
Did this guy just break up with you? Over text?
You groaned in annoyance as you threw your phone on your bed after replying with a simple "Okay". You plopped down beside your phone, face down and sprawled out. "And I had just bought new lingerie too… Asshole." You muttered into the bed, but before you could sulk any more, you suddenly sat upright, having remembered something.
"I can just model it for Chris, he’ll be fine with it… right?" You asked yourself, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your mind.
You weren’t sure if Chris would be up for it. It was something rather intimate, after all. "Only one way to find out." You mumbled to yourself as you took your phone from the bed beside you and clicked on Chris’ contact and pressed call, putting your phone up to your ear with bated breath as you waited for him to pick up.
On the third ring, a raspy voice picked up the call. "Hey, what’s up?" Chris mumbled, yawning afterwards — making it clear that he was woken up by your call. "Sorry if I woke you up, but um… Can I come over?" "Come over? Now? Why?" You looked at the digital clock on your nightstand beside your bed, seeing that it was in fact a bit late.
"It’s only 8 pm? Anyway, about the ‘why’ question... Jesse just broke up with me over text and I was gonna model some lingerie for him, but because of us breaking up I don’t have anyone to model it for-" "Fine, just shut up and come over." Chris interrupted you mid-sentence, not wanting to hear you ramble on about yet another breakup after just waking up.
You felt a sense of relief, hiding it with a scoff. "Changed your mind quickly huh? Whatever, I’ll be there in 10, don’t go back to sleep dumbass." You ended the call after hearing him chuckle and mumble a playful "yes ma’am."
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
You arrived at the triplets place, watching as Chris laid lazily on the couch, covered in a fluffy blanket. "At least you’re awake, but uh, where are Nick and Matt?" You asked, setting your bag – full of lingerie – down on the couch beside his head, making him look up at you.
"They’re out." Chris stated, ignoring your sarcastic comment. "Well, go on — model for me." He crossed his arms, still laying on the couch.
You rolled your eyes, mumbling about him being demanding as you rummaged through the bag and took out a light pink set — lacy, sheer lingerie. Chris’ eyes widened by a fraction as he took in the sheer fabric in your hands before you sauntered into the bathroom to change.
A few minutes went by and you emerged from the bathroom with the lingerie set on, your arms and hands covering the sheer parts. Chris had sat up while you were in the bathroom, his breath hitching softly when he took in your lingerie-clad body.
"Well, um, here’s this." You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy about how little the bra and underwear covered. "Um, that’s-that’s something." Chris stammered, silently trying to will his dick to behave as he adjusted his position, his eyes shamelessly tracing over your curves before snapping back up to your face.
"I’ll try the next one on." You quickly grabbed another pair and scurried off to the bathroom, but not before Chris caught a glimpse of your nipples through the sheer bra as you took your hands away from your chest to grab the next lingerie.
Damn, you were trying to kill him, weren’t you?
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You came out of the bathroom with a navy set on, modest and cute but also adorned with lace on the edges — adding a hint of allure. "Wow, this one’s really cute." Chris breathed out, trying to keep his voice steady and eyes on your face.
You hadn’t noticed it yet, but he was getting a full on hard-on just from you modelling the lingeries. His chest heaved slightly due to his breathing getting more and more ragged.
"Yeah? Right? I like this one the most." You grinned, feeling less shy as you took the next pair, a longer peach colored sheer top with matching sheer thong.
Damnit.
Chris was helpless as he watched you go back into the bathroom with the see through fabrics in hand, knowing he was probably going to get blue balls at this rate from the sexy shit you were modeling for him. He cursed under his breath and adjusted himself before you finished changing, making sure that the blanket covered his lower half well.
You came back into the living room with the set on, the flowy fabric of the top only making your body look mouth-watering, and the thong left little to the imagination.
Chris nearly groaned out loud at the sight, his dick twitching in his sweats before he quickly tried to remind himself that you were his best friend. Well, safe to say that his dick had other ideas — clearly.
"What do you think? I really like this one, it’s comfortable." You absentmindedly rubbed the soft fabric of the sheer top between your thumb and index finger, looking down at it.
"Yeah… it looks good — really good..." He mumbled, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes slowly raked over your body in an appraising way that you seemed to – surprisingly and naïvely – not have noticed yet.
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You were now standing a few feet away from Chris with the last pieces on, which was a three set lingerie. Red lace bra and underwear with a matching sheer robe that fell down just around mid-thigh.
Chris was sooo close to losing it.
He shifted in his seat and that’s when you finally noticed the tent on the blanket around his crotch area — you knew immediately what it was. A gasp fell from your lips, catching Chris off guard and making him look at you with a shameful look, probably having noticed from your expression and reaction that you’ve seen his boner.
"Are you…" You trailed off, not sure if you should say the word or not. Your eyes darted down to the bulge again before snapping back up to his face, watching as he slowly nodded his head. "I know-I know what you’re thinking and I know I’m not supposed to be reacting this way given our friendship… but I just can’t help it when you’re standing in front of me practically naked."
"So you’re blaming it all on me?" You huffed jokingly to see his reaction. Chris immediately shut himself up, his eyes widening as he realised how his words could be misinterpreted. "N-no, of course not!" He quickly denied, slowly standing up and towering over you.
"That’s not what I meant, c’mon… are you serious?" Chris groaned in annoyance, although his expression bordered on pleading. You burst out laughing, obviously amused at your own little stunt. "I’m just fucking with you, but seriously though, you’re hard just from me modeling those?" You questioned between giggles, gesturing vaguely at the pile of lingerie on the couch.
Chris sighed, his embarrassment eating him alive. "Fuck you." He mumbled, glaring down at your giggly figure, watching as your chest rose and fell, shaking slightly with your giggles. He swallowed thickly, feeling his dick throb with need.
He needed you so damn badly.
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Your hands scrambled for purchase on the bed as Chris’ hips slammed against your ass with loud slaps, making your body jerk forward with each thrust.
Lewd, wet squelches could be heard from his cock ramming into your – absolutely wet – cunt over and over again.
"Haahh…" Chris breathed out, grunting as he fucked you into oblivion. "Can’t fuckin’ believe I hadn’t done this sooner, y’feel sooo good." He chuckled breathlessly, his hand coming down hard on your reddened ass before sinking his fingers in the supple flesh.
Your gummy walls squeezed his shaft when he slammed into your sweet spot and a loud moan of his name was muffled by him pushing your face into his pillow. "Here?" He slammed into that spot again, but with more precision this time, causing your body to jolt due to the sudden pleasure.
"Feels good huh?" He taunted, knowing you were too pleasure-drunk to think clearly. A smirk creeped onto his face as he kept your head firmly on the bed, arching your back sharply as he kept pounding into your sweet spot.
You were seeing stars.
"Fucking slut, and to think you said shit about me being like your older brother, ha!" He huffed out an amused laugh. "Best friends my ass, you can’t even stay coherent while being fucked by your best friend huh?" He mocked, his pace not faltering one bit.
His dirty words along with the taunts only made your mind blank with pleasure, your orgasm approaching terrifyingly quickly.
A few more brutal thrusts and you were cumming hard.
You cried out in pleasure and your inner walls milked his cock, fluttering rhythmically as your pussy tried to greedily pull him in deeper.
Your orgasm triggered his own.
The feeling of your pussy contracting around his length was too much for him and he came with a loud groan, burying his face in your hair as he bottomed out in you — his warm seed filling you deep inside. His hips jerked against your ass with each spurt of cum.
"Fuuuck, I might get addicted." Chris murmured into your hair.
Synopsis. During the time Matt left Y/n, Peaches helps Y/n with her sadness.
Pairing. Peaches x Reader
Content. Crying, Screaming, heartbreak, pain.
Poem. Denial By Beyonce
Author's Note. Part 1 Part 2
I tried to change
Peaches had never seen Y/n like this.
She had seen her sad before—teary-eyed over a heartbreak, quiet in her pain. Y/n was the kind of person who carried her sadness in silence, who swallowed it down until it became a part of her.
But this?
This was devastation.
Y/n was on the floor, her hands gripping the fabric of her shirt over her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. But she wasn’t together—she was falling apart.
Her sobs tore through the room, raw and broken, shaking her entire body. Peaches could only watch, helpless, as her best friend shattered in front of her.
“He left me,” Y/n choked out, her voice wrecked. “He—he just left, Peaches! Like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.”
Peaches’ heart clenched, and she dropped to her knees beside her. “You do matter,” she said firmly, reaching for Y/n’s trembling hands. “He’s an idiot for leaving you, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve you.”
But Y/n wasn’t listening. She was gasping for air, her cries turning into something almost inhuman—pain so deep, so consuming, that it didn’t sound like it belonged to her.
“I loved him,” she sobbed, gripping Peaches’ arms like she was afraid she would disappear too. “I—I gave him everything. And he didn’t even—” A scream ripped from her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut. “He didn’t even say goodbye.”
Peaches felt her own eyes sting, but she refused to cry. Not now. Not when Y/n needed her to be strong.
Instead, she pulled Y/n into her arms, holding her as tightly as she could. “I’m here,” she whispered, pressing her chin against the top of Y/n’s head. “I’ve got you. I promise, I’ve got you.”
Y/n shook her head violently, still gasping through her sobs. “I can’t—” She dug her fingers into Peaches’ back, desperate. “It hurts so much, Peaches. It hurts so much I feel like I’m dying.”
Peaches squeezed her eyes shut, holding her even closer. “I know, baby. I know.”
They stayed like that for what felt like forever—Y/n sobbing, screaming, breaking, and Peaches holding her through all of it.
At some point, Y/n’s cries turned into hiccups, her body going limp against Peaches.
“I don’t know how to exist without him,” she whispered, her voice barely there.
Peaches pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Then I’ll remind you.”
Y/n blinked, her lashes still damp. “How?”
Peaches wiped a stray tear from her cheek, her expression soft but determined. “One day at a time. One breath at a time.”
Y/n didn’t respond, just buried her face in Peaches’ shoulder, her body still trembling.
Peaches pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tightening her grip.
Matt may have left Y/n in pieces.
But Peaches would help her put herself back together—no matter how long it took.
CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・unprotected p n v・part two to THIS ・ this was requested!
His words replay in your mind, looping, sinking deep.
M’gonna make you the prettiest momma ever, ‘kay?
It’s filthy. It’s possessive. It’s exactly what you didn’t know you needed to hear.
A quiet whimper slips past your lips before you can stop it. You try to suppress it, biting down on the inside of your cheek, but Matt catches it—of course he does. His smirk is slow, knowing, dripping with amusement as he dips his head to press a kiss just below your ear.
“Didn’t answer me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it now, something rougher, something hungry. His fingers press into your thighs, urging you forward, making you grind against him just a little harder. “Y’gotta tell me if that’s what you want.”
Your breath stutters. “Matt—”
“Yeah?” He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t let you shy away from the heat between you. His lips ghost over your jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath it, where he knows you always melt for him. “Use your words, baby.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, humiliated by how quickly you unraveled, by how easily he turned your ache into something entirely different. But Matt doesn’t let you drift too far into your own head—he never does. His hands are patient, coaxing, always knowing exactly what you need before you even realize it yourself.
One of them slides up your back, threading into your hair as he tilts your head, forcing you to look at him. His gaze is heavy, burning into you, his pupils wide, dark, consuming.
“C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against yours, teasing but not giving. “can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”
Your body betrays you before your mouth can. Your hips shift instinctively, chasing friction, chasing him. His hold tightens in response, and the sharp inhale he takes tells you everything you need to know—he’s feeling it, too.
You swallow hard, embarrassment burning beneath the want. “I just—” Your voice is unsteady, barely a whisper. “I just need you.”
Matt hums in approval, his fingers flexing, pulling you flush against him. “Yeah?” His lips finally, finally press against yours, a slow, deep kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. “let me take care of you.”
His hands move with purpose, trailing lower, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt that swallows your frame, slipping past the last barrier between you.
His fingers push your panties to the side, barely brushing over your soaked cunt before pressing in deep, curling just right, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through your core. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you still as he works you open, taking his time, watching the way you fall apart in his lap.
“Already so fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Barely touched you.”
You whimper, your hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. But before you can even reach for him, before you can beg, he groans low, frustrated.
His cock is straining against his sweats, the fabric damp where he’s leaking against it, and he exhales sharply before yanking them down just enough to free himself. The thick head of him presses against your entrance, rubbing against your clit for a moment before he lines up and sinks inside in one slow, unrelenting thrust.
The stretch has you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t give you a moment to process it before—
“Matt! Where the fuck are you kid?”
His teammate’s voice from the headset he threw onto the desk startles you, breaking through the haze.
Your breath catches, your body tensing, but Matt barely reacts. He exhales through his nose, visibly annoyed, then reaches over, picking up the headset. His other hand remains firm on your waist, keeping you completely still with his cock buried deep inside you.
He un-mutes.
“Right here,” he says, completely level, voice smooth, steady, like he’s not currently splitting you open. “What’re you yellin’ for, told you my girl was sleeping”
Your nails dig deeper into his skin, your hips shifting instinctively, desperate for movement, for relief, but he doesn’t budge.
You whimper softly, barely able to think past the need clawing through you, but Matt—cruel, infuriatingly hot Matt—just picks up his controller and returns to his game.
You try again, grinding against him, but all it earns you is a sharp squeeze to your thigh—a silent warning.
His mic mutes.
“What?” His voice is lazy, rough, thick with something darker. “You wanted it, didn’t you? So fuckin’ take it.”
Your breath stutters.
You have no choice—he’s not going to move, not going to help you.
So you do as you’re told.
You start slow, rolling your hips, testing, adjusting to the thick stretch of him. The burn in your thighs is immediate, but it’s nothing compared to the ache between your legs, the desperate need for friction, for more.
You whimper, pressing closer, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Matt,” you plead, voice shaking. “Please—please move—”
His mic unmutes.
“Matt, cover me dipshit—fuck—”
“That’s on you dude, I’m hitting my shots” he mutters, completely indifferent, but his fingers flex on your hips, betraying his composure.
It’s unbearable—the slow build of pleasure, the strain in your legs, the torture of knowing he could so easily take control but won’t.
Eventually, your body gives out.
Your thighs tremble violently, burning with exertion, and you falter, collapsing against him with a frustrated whimper.
His mic mutes.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice is soft now, teasing, taunting.
You shake your head, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Can’t,” you whisper. “Need you—please.”
His hand slides up your back, pressing you close, his lips ghosting over your ear.
“Yeah?” His breath is warm, thick with amusement. “You given up already?”
You nod frantically, too far gone for embarrassment. “Please, Matt—need you so bad.”
Matt groans, the sound low and wrecked, and that’s all it takes—his own patience snaps.
His hand flies to his headset, tearing it off. “Nate—I’m getting off.”
“What? We’re in the middle of—”
Matt doesn’t even wait for a full response before exiting the game entirely.
The screen goes dark for a moment before his PC background illuminates the room—a picture of you curled against his chest, tangled in his sheets, the soft glow casting light across his sharp features.
And then he moves.
The first thrust is brutal, knocking the breath from your lungs, and then he’s pounding into you, gripping your waist, pulling you down to meet each deep, punishing stroke.
“This what you need?” he growls against your ear, voice rough, breath ragged.
You nod frantically, moaning his name, nails dragging down his back.
His grip on your waist is tight, almost bruising, holding you in place as he drives into you. The wet, obscene sounds of it fill the dimly lit room, mixing with the soft whimpers spilling from your lips, with the ragged, uneven breaths against your ear.
He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t slow down—just takes you, hips snapping up into yours with a brutal rhythm, pulling you down every time you start to lift yourself off of him, making sure you feel every single inch.
You sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed, body shaking, thighs trembling from the sheer force of it. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.
And maybe he is.
“You feel that?” His voice is a low growl against your ear, rough, breath ragged, laced with something dark, something possessive. “Gonna let me put my baby in you?”
You nod frantically, barely able to form words, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Your nails drag down his back, digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and he groans, sharp and guttural, his pace stuttering for just a second before he recovers.
“Fuck—” His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, making you take him deeper. “Wish I knew—knew you wanted this sooner.”
You whimper, pressing your forehead against his, nodding weakly. “Wanna have your baby,” you breathe, barely coherent, voice small and wrecked. “Want you, Matt—please.”
His jaw clenches, his breath hitching slightly. His hips slow for a fraction of a second, like he’s processing it—your desperation, your need for him—before he lets out a sharp exhale and picks up the pace again, fucking into you with a newfound urgency.
And at this point, you don’t even care how loud you are, how utterly wrecked you sound. You just hold onto him, sobbing his name, letting him take exactly what he wants—letting him give you exactly what you need.
Matt’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising force, guiding you, controlling every desperate shift of your body. The force of his thrusts sends you bouncing in his lap, each deep stroke shoving you further into the mattress of his chair, forcing you to take him exactly how he wants.
Your legs are trembling, thighs burning from the earlier effort, but it doesn’t matter—not when he’s finally giving you what you begged for, not when every sharp snap of his hips has you spiraling closer to the edge.
“Shiiiittt,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. “So fuckin’ tight—gripping me—”
You whimper in response, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as you cling to him.
Matt grunts, a sharp exhale against your skin, before he shifts slightly, planting his feet firmly against the floor.
Then he really starts to fuck you.
The rhythm turns relentless, deep and rough, his hips lifting off the chair to meet every downward roll of yours. The chair creaks beneath you, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin filling the space between your ragged breaths, between the filthy, low groans Matt presses into your throat.
“You takin’ it, sweet girl?” His voice is rough, nearly wrecked, but still teasing, still cruel. “This what you were cryin’ for?”
Your only response is a choked sob, your head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as heat builds low in your stomach, tightening, coiling, ready to snap.
Matt’s mouth is on you immediately—lips dragging down the column of your throat, teeth grazing over sensitive skin before he bites, sucking a mark into the dip of your shoulder, his own way of branding you, of making sure you feel him even after this.
The pressure is unbearable now, your body trembling, overstimulated and desperate, but you still want more.
“Matt,” you gasp, voice barely a whisper. “Close—gonna—”
He exhales sharply, his grip on you turning brutal. His hands move down, sliding to the backs of your thighs, spreading you open even more as he pounds into you, pushing you right to the edge, forcing you into it.
“Then come for me,” he mutters against your skin, his voice pure sin, pure need. “C’mon, baby—let me feel it.”
Your body locks up, the pressure finally snapping, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense it nearly knocks you unconscious. You sob against his shoulder, every muscle in your body going taut as you clench around him, shaking, unraveling completely.
Matt curses beneath his breath, the sensation sending him straight into his own undoing. His thrusts turn frantic, messy, his breath hot against your skin.
Then you clarify it—
“Inside—please, Matt—inside,” you gasp, barely coherent, but completely, utterly serious.
His entire body tenses. He didn’t really think you’d actually let him, but he wasn’t complaining either.
His jaw clenches, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain, and then he slams deep one final time, burying himself inside you completely, holding you still as he fills you, groaning deep in his chest.
The only sound left is your heavy, uneven breaths, the soft hum of his PC still glowing behind him, the slight creak of the chair as he slumps forward, wrapping his arms around you.
His lips find your temple, soft, warm, pressing against your damp skin as he exhales, still catching his breath.
His voice is lower now, hoarse, rough, but serious.
“Y’know I mean it, right?” he murmurs against your skin. “Not just sayin’ shit, I will give you all the babies you want, sweetheart.”
authors note: spectacular gimme 14 of ‘em!
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yall love complaining about everything the triplets do or wtv it’s so fucking annoying. like please shut the fuck up i promise you nobody cares about your opinion. you guys are haters atp
the crazy thing is that the character (whom ion even know) picture … literally says “star” in a semi-blood colored letters … corresponding w the lyric and color … n’ i don’t even listen to mitski!?!? why am i being called out rn.
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imagine obsessed! dom! matt sitting on his chair, hands rested on the armrests as he watches the view on display in front of him, quite proud of his work done.
there you were, bound by silk red ribbons, all wrapped around your body. loose enough to not do actual harm but quite tight enough to restrict any movement. ankles apart with a spreader bar as you sat on the floor, visibly shaking as the toy inside your pretty pussy vibrates with great intensity.
“Aa-ah! m-matt, please!-“ your breathless voice cries out, as you feel your nth orgasm come for the night. your pleas fall on deaf ears as the brunette merely ignores you. he simply grabs his bottled glass on the table beside his chair, swirling the alcoholic liquid around and brings it to his lips.
“but why, my dear?” matt’s mocking, signature smirk comes to light, his blue eyes glistening with dangerous flickers. “you look so lovely.”
slowly standing up, he sets his wineglass down and walks over to you, getting down on a knee to meet your level. his hands cup your chin and he lifts it up, smirking just slightly.
“surely, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? you know what happens when you disappoint me, my love.”
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