Nora Nor Norina

♡ 18 yrs old ♡ ♡ Unlabaled ♡ ♡ Any pronounce ♡

[inkyycapp]

Thinking about doing a poll so I can figure out what I wanna write. Obviously, Osomatsu content. I have no reason for it.

Anyways, here is where I'm asking please give me some au or little idea for some multi (separate) matsuno brothers x reader to put on the poll and make people fight so I don't have to choose.

As long as it applies to my rules, we're good. Sfw/Nsfw allowed anyways yeah, thank you person reading this.

Anyways, i love them sm.

[digitalwavemedia]

Osomatsu-san dating sim

Osomatsu-san: Summer With NEETs by dreamnovel

Spend a romantic summer with everyone's favorite sextuplets!

[ayjaysmatsuhub]

doodle

[starry-eyed-moony]

rumour has it that remus lupin had a bad full moon last month because y/n y/l/n was too sick to turn into her animagus form and help out their boyfriends, sirius black and james potter. i heard she feels really awful about it

ੈ✩‧₊˚ fleabag | poly!marauders

thank you so much for submitting this rumour, anon. it's so juicy i had to write about it!!

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: when the reader has to miss out on a full moon because she is sick, moony has a bad night, and the reader is upset

word count: 2.1k

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content: final year of hogwarts, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing, cuddling, no peter, descriptions of blood and wounds (not too graphic), reader is a scottish wildcat animagus and moony is obsessed

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Sirius glances between you and Remus, as if he is not sure who to help first, and sighs in relief when James finally comes through the dormitory door. James is nursing a hot water bottle in one arm, and in the other, he, rather ironically, has an ice pack. 

Sirius doesn’t even manage to smile gratefully, and rather just nods at James as he hands him the ice pack he had looted from the kitchens. James moves over to you, where you lay on the other side of the bed to Remus, curled up in a ball, your eyes clenched shut.

“Hi, baby,” James coos softly, his slender fingers raking through your hair, brushing it out of your face so that he can see your flushed expression, and the way your teeth are chattering. “The Pepperup isn’t helping at all?”

You shake your head, your fingers curling against the hand he rests on the mattress beside you. You felt like you could cry, your head throbbing, your stomach aching, piercing pains shooting through your bones. You felt even worse that Remus most likely felt much worse than you, and that he was trying to help you, when he couldn’t even help himself.

“I’ve brought you a hot waterbottle, sweets,” James murmurs, and he tucks it against your abdomen which was hurting from all your muscles constantly contracting as you ran to and from the bathroom to be sick. 

Nothing was coming up anymore, but your body kept wanting to reject all of the water that the boys were forcing you to sip at. Every now and again, you were hot and sweaty, and the next second, you couldn’t get warm enough.

“She needs to stay cool,” Remus mutters without opening his eyes, his arm flung over his face he lay shirtless across the bed, the duvet around his waist as Sirius placed the ice pack to Remus’ neck, where his bones were already hurting.

“But I’m so cold, Rem,” you protest weakly, and you can feel yourself beginning to get teary because of all of the frustration you were feeling. 

“But you have a temperature, dove,” Remus reminds you. “And it’s best to stay cool. You’re not actually cold.”

“‘Don’t care,” you mumble childishly, and clutch one of the boys’ pillows tighter to your chest, holding your knees upwards so that the waterbottle stays against your abdomen. 

You whine loudly when James starts to pull it away. He sends you a sorry look, every part of his face softening. You can tell he really, really doesn’t want to do this to you, but he knows Remus is right, and you know Remus is right, too—because Remus is always right.

“You could try sleeping through it again,” Sirius murmurs, reaching across Remus to feel your arm with the back of his hand. “You are scalding.”

“No, I need to get up soon, anyway,” you protest softly, all while wincing at the ache that seems to reside in your bones, making even your skin sensitive to the bedsheets beneath you. You rub your legs together in an attempt to warm up.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sirius replies immediately, and you roll your eyes—which he sees. “You’re too sick, baby. Remus understands.”

“No, I have to help,” you argue. “I always help.”

“Take your annual leave,” Remus jokes, and then shivers when his back twinges, and his skin prickles, becoming so much more heightened beneath the moon. “I’ll be fine with Padfoot and Prongs, sweetheart.”

“That’s not true,” you decline, and all of the boys know, unfortunately, you are correct—because Moony definitely has a soft spot for Snips, and when you hadn’t been able to go to the Potters over the summer, Moony had howled for her.

“We will look after him,” James promises firmly, giving your arm a very gentle squeeze. “You know we will.”

“Please let me help you,” you ask them all so sweetly that their faces all seem to soften at once, like they cannot believe they are going to have to say no to you. “Please, Jamie.”

“Oh, low blow picking off the weakest first,” Sirius quips, a raised brow. “I know your tactics, Fleabag.”

You roll your eyes at him. 

“Don’t call her that,” Remus coughs before you can speak, and then winces at the rattle across his body. “Sweetheart, I think it would just distress Moony if you were there all poorly. I think he’d know you’re closeby if you just stayed up here.”

James strokes your hair as you hesitate, your lip being pulled between your teeth in contemplation. You sigh, and settle back down against the oh-so-comfy pillow, your body immediately thanking you.

“Will you wake me up once you’re back?” You ask him worriedly. 

“Yeah, lovely. I will,” Remus promises, and kisses your forehead. 

“Go to sleep,” Sirius murmurs, stepping away from Remus to touch your forehead again. “And take this jumper off. You’ll only feel more sick.”

You nod. “I’m starting to feel hot again now, actually.”

James and Sirius help you out of Remus’ jumper as carefully as they can, being mindful of the winces on your face when you’re jostled too hard at one point. You sigh in relief as your aching body sinks back against the mattress once more, now just in a white tank top of yours, and a pair of pyjama shorts. You kick the covers down to your feet. 

“Night, darling,” Sirius murmurs, kissing your cheek.

You earn another from James, on the corner of your mouth. “We love you, Snips.”

“Love you all. Be safe,” you mumble sleepily, before the land of dreams takes you.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

When you wake, the sunlight is pouring through the windows of the tower. For a moment, you’re alive in blissful ignorance, and what a place it is to be, because once everything comes flooding back, it as if a bucket of ice water has been poured over your head.

You flinch up, the tightness in your chest making you cough. The bed is completely empty, and other than the lack of people, nothing has changed since the night before. Your hot waterbottle still sits on a chair beside your bedside, Remus’ icepack leaving a watery mess on his side table. 

Immediately, you know something is very wrong. You feel slightly better than you did last night, though you are so exhausted from the lack of sleep that you want to cry, that feeling amplified by the pressing issue that your boyfriends could be in serious trouble.

You shrug Remus’ jumper back on, and a pair of joggers that you keep in their dormitory, and that is all you do before you rush out of Gryffindor common room and down the dozens of staircases separating you from the infirmary.

Pushing the doors to the hospital wing open, your heart falls at the sight at the end of the empty stretch of beds—where three figures lay around, being tended to by Madam Pomfrey.

“I told you, Poppy, I’m alright,” Sirius complains, sat up on the bed as the school nurse dabs at his forearm. “I really need to go.”

Madam Pomfrey’s eyes flicker up at the sound of your footsteps, and she sighs, shaking her head. 

“I think you’ll find you do not need to go anywhere anymore, Mr Black,” she mutters, and sends you a weary smile as Sirius cranes his head over his shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight of you. 

Madam Pomfrey takes it as her queue to leave when James also sits up, muttering your name softly. It is only Remus who is still asleep, his eyes shut, his skin drained from any colour. He’s still shirtless, but this time his chest is practically mauled—covered in bandages and serums and bubbling blood.

Your hand quickly covers your mouth to stifle your sobs as the tears begin to run. Sirius holds his hand out to you, and your gaze flickers over them. Sirius has a scratch across his arm and a bruise blossoming over the entire left side of his face. James’ nose looks crooked, and he has a bandage wrapped around his torso.

“Jamie,” you croak, as Sirius pulls you between his legs, pulling your head into his chest as you cry harder, his eyes meeting James’ as they both shake their heads sadly.

“We’re okay, love,” James swears, wincing as he sits up. “It was a strong full. Moony was just…not having it.”

“Is he okay?” You sob, clinging onto Sirius harder, dreading the answer. 

“He’s fine, baby,” Sirius murmurs. “He’s just sleeping. He’s exhausted.”

It was as if he knew he was being spoken about, because his eyes slowly flicker open, and he swallows thickly, though it causes his entire body to strain, a wince flickering across his face and lingering across the creases of his forehead. You slip from Sirius’ arms to be by Remus’s side, as Sirius staggers over so he’s between Remus and James’ beds.

“Rem,” you mutter, sniffling. “I told you I should have been there.”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus replies weakly. “I was just antsier than usual.”

“Yes, but we know why,” you spit, and brush his hair out of his face. “For Merlin’s sake, Rem. You know anything would have been worth this not happening.”

He shakes his head and sighs, and his eyes lingering on your face. “Not true, sweetheart. Not in the slightest.”

His hand moves out to cup your face, and his thumb wipes at the tears streaming down your cheeks. You own trembling hand smooths over a blossoming bruise over his collarbones.

“That was me,” James winces. “I think. The antlers, you know.”

“I’ve never seen you all look so terrible.”

Sirius manages a grin. “Thanks, Fleabag.”

You turn around to feign a glare at him. “You’re the one with fleas, you mutt.”

“Not anymore!” Sirius protests, and his arm snakes around your waist. “I promise we are fine. Moony’ll be okay. How is your head?”

You roll your eyes and choose not to reply on purpose. Instead, you shuffle into the chair between Remus and James’ heads, one hand finding James’ curls where you began to drag your nails through them, just in the way he likes. He makes a small sound of appreciation, his eyes drifting closed.

“You can’t cope without me. Admit it.”

Remus’ mouth finally quirks upwards, and he shakes his head. “Alright. We can’t cope without you.”

“But you shouldn’t blame yourself for any of this,” James murmurs. “Remus is right—Moony might’ve become distressed if you’d shown up sick anyway—and you wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him.”

Your lips purse and you sigh, your eyes trained on the cuts up and down Remus’ body. You knew Madam Pomfrey would likely be able to deal with most of them, and that the remainder of them would fade well, but you still couldn’t stop imagining how distressed Moony must have been—ripping himself to shreds out of frustration, and attacking Padfoot and Prongs in an attempt for some sort of release.

“How are you feeling anyway, dove?” Remus presses.

“Like rubbish,” you admit, and pull your hand away from James’ hair, much to his dismay.

“You should rest,” Sirius murmurs, easily the least injured out of the three of them, draping his arms around your waist, his mouth finding your neck where he presses a couple of chaste kisses.

You chew the inside of your cheek. You want to rest, your body is literally screaming for you to lay back down and close your eyes, but you cannot imagine going back upstairs without the boys. 

James seems to see your hesitation, and perhaps he can read your mind, because he begins to smile full seconds before you actually start to shrink. Sirius gasps, his hands catching your pyjamas as they fall loose around the air.

You hear him laughing, and James’ snort as your vision suddenly becomes a lot more refined, and you can see Sirius’ socked feet and the bottoms of his pyjamas. You glance up at him as he smiles down at you fondly, and you rub your face against the side of his leg before you jump up onto the bed beside Remus.

“Snips,” Remus coos, and he lifts his arm up so that you can make a home between his bicep and his chest. 

You circle a couple of times until you have the perfect angle, and then you settle, purring against him, your large twitchy ears folding downwards slightly. Sirius leans towards you and strokes you gently. As a Scottish Wildcat, your coat is slightly coarser than a traditional housecat’s, your tail typically bushier, too. 

Sirius always can’t help but grab your tail in his hand and slide a closed fist along it when he strokes you, and you make a low grumbling sound that is also scarier than anybody’s average pet cat.

“Watch out, or she’ll remind you why we call her Snips,” James quips. 

Sirius laughs as you cuddle closer to Remus, your huge eyes flickering shut. 

“No. She loves us all really.”

starry-eyed-moony ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

[silkythewriter]

♥︎Never thought I'd get a girl

Literally out of this world♥︎

(Conquest x Human! Gender neutral! Reader, romantic head-canons)

Song recommendation:

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Being with a man like conquest is…challenging and yet charming in its own way.

He’s not one to beat around the bush, nor cut corners. If he wants something he gets it, and he for sure earns it. This applies to objects of course but also you.

You, are such a bizarre concept to him…

You love him so gently despite everything you know he’s done, despite seeing what he’s capable of.

It doesn’t take much or long for him to fall in love with you, but it takes time for him to fully trust you, to tell you his deepest thoughts, if that makes sense.

He couldn’t care less what you look like, what you do to him, your touch alone comforts him. Doesn’t matter if it’s a slap to the face, he’ll lovingly take it to see you staring up at him with your enchanting eyes…but he can’t help but daydream of you caressing him softly.Whispering how everything will be okay, you guys will be okay, no matter what your love for him will never waver.

Continuing on that note, it should be a surprise to no one he’s physically starved. He craves only for you to hold him despite his large stature, to scratch his back to lull him to sleep, or your fingers carefully tracing the deep lines and scars on his palms.

Sometimes he wishes he could pry your skull open and peer at your thoughts. See how you perceive him…see if you truly mean what you say, the strange concept of you “loving” him.

He deals with large amounts of jealousy in the beginning of you relationship. He’s wary of people, them craving you, but they could never compare to him in that sense. If you could see his inner thoughts, 80% is just you. In the morning waking up messy haired next to him. You brushing your teeth or washing your face. You cooking a meal you introduced him to and know he loves. Or your concentrated face when you try looking for clothes his size that are comfy for him. Or maybe the way you modified your home a tiny bit to make it comfier for his larger frame… he’s never been catered to before you came along. So he cherishes you to another extreme.

He would absolutely betray the viltrumite empire for you, oh, there’s very few things he wouldn’t do for you.

You know how Debbie described dating Nolan for the first time, he brought her a tree thinking it was a better version of flowers?. Conquest would 100% do that but worse, he’d get multiple trees and try bunching them together.

Honestly some mornings he pins you down with his weight to get a few more minutes of cuddles from you.

Clingy in the way that he’ll follow you everywhere. If you leave the bed at night to go use the bathroom he’ll wait outside the bathroom and ask why’d you leave him alone.

Will probably pester Nolan or Mark for tips on being a better partner. This man has no shame on showing how down bad he is for you mark my words.

Loves when you use his clothing, and how it basically pools around you it makes him swoon. He would love to wear your clothes, whether boxers or a sweatshirt, maybe a tank top, he quite honestly couldn’t care less. But of course it doesn’t fit, so you opted to buy a jacket of you style but his size, and wore it for a bit before gifting it to him. Honestly, this is a little gross but probably accurate, he’d take care of it and wear it but probably won’t wash it in fear of removing you cologne/perfume or getting rid of any of your loose hair stuck to it. Makes his heart tinge a bit thinking about it.

Likes a big firm mattress, maybe an Alaskan King. Also prefers to have you sleeping or taking naps on top of him with your head in his chest, especially if you talk about his heart beat and how soothing it is to you, you’ll probably hear its pace pick up after you said that.

Devoted to you, and your happiness. You’ll get what you want no questions asked, just love him, tell him you love him even after all he’s done, what he’s been trained to do. He only knows the praise after winning battles, not small things like doing the dishes without you asking, or flying to another country to get your favorite food, making sure it’s still hot when he drops it into your lap. Or you kissing him down his nose or on his eyelids after he admitted how deep his love is for you.

You’re all he needs, all he cares for, and he’s willing to prove that no matter what.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS OUTTA CHARACTER, I watch the show and I don’t have access to the comics so I apologize.

Also I would love conquest request, please hit me with all you guys got. I love my old man.

[jnw1813]

Interlude: Viltrumites

In one timeline, Conquest shows up on Viltrum after years of silence. But he's not alone. No, he shows up with his heir.

The room was silent and tense.

The tension was so thick every Viltrumite there could slice their hands through it and still not make a dent in it, that's how thick it was.

And for good reason too, as Conquest was here.

And he wasn't alone.

After months– after years of him being gone, silent, presumed dead, he was back before them all, carrying a child in his arms.

The second they all laid eyes on the baby, their spines straightened. Eyes tracked him as he flew forward, movements smooth as the child– not quite a toddler yet but close– blinked sleepily in his grasp.

Stopping a few feet from the Grand Regent’s throne, Conquest held his superior’s gaze.

Thragg eyed him. Then, slowly, looked down at the baby that was curiously looking around, suckling on his thumb. With a coo, he looked up at his father, Conquest’s terrifying expression softening.

“… you fail your mission,” Thragg began, still staring at that child, “abandon it, don't inform us of anything you choose to do, turn your back on the empire to presumably remain on earth…

“And then return with a child?”

“That I have.” Conquest said damn near cheerfully. A few people tensed in response, not used to hearing such a tone from him or… anyone. It's different from his usual sadistic glee. Softer, more… fond.

But no less dangerous.

“See, I was going to do my job, but my mate… oh, my mate!” He chuckled. “Oh, they nabbed me up real quick. I wasn't even on earth for more than five minutes before they just… claimed me.”

Thragg raised a brow. “And you allowed it?”

And Conquest has the gall to shrug. “They offered hospitality, food and drink. It would've be rude to refuse.” And it was ancient custom to offer them that in their culture, typically to enemies to gain a moments peace or… or to prove one could provide for a mate.

Hmm.

“And afterwards? You stayed? Disregarded your mission, your loyalty to our empire?”

The boy in his arms sneezes, and Conquest’s face turns soft, utterly fond and–

And nobody knows how to feel. It's unnatural. None of them have ever witnessed such softness in their lives, and to see the sadistic beast that was Conquest like this…

It was unnerving.

“I did.” Conquest admitted freely, holding Thragg's gaze and… something in the back of his mind tickles. An old, buried instinct he hasn't had use for in centuries. “Now, we all know what we want with earth. Let's not pretend otherwise. And I honestly don't care what you do with the rest of the planet, but my darlin’? Oh, they do, and seeing them upset it– it just breaks my heart.

“So, I'll give it to you straight, Grand Regent: I'm more than willing to do anything to keep my sweetheart happy, and that includes killing all you sorry bastards. But I also know that you're smart enough not to make me to have to do that.”

Thragg's eyes narrowed.

“Get to the point, Conquest, before I make you.”

Conquest’s gaze cooled.

“Fine. Don't start shit on earth and Viltrumites won't go extinct.” He says bluntly. “And believe me, you will. That planet has too many defenses and they're not the only ones willing to fight us. And then what will become of your little breeding plan? It'll go up in smoke.”

He adjusts his hold on his son, gazing down at him like he was his whole world. A few Viltrumites shifted uneasily, others had an odd look in their eyes at such a tender display.

“And I guarantee you, you will. Not me. Not Nolan or Mark or Oliver. No, we will be fine. But you?” He adjusts his son, the boy playing with his moustache. “It’s because of my loyalty to the Empire that I'm here right now telling you the facts, Grand Regent. I don't really want to see you all die– I saw enough of that during the Scourge Virus.”

The reminder of that period makes the room fill with tension anew. No Viltrumite liked being reminded of such a weak period in their long history.

“But I also don't particularly care if you all do. It is what it is and all that.” Conquest shrugs. “So, enough with the attacks and subjugation. That obviously hasn't worked with Earth so far and will continue to fail. Especially now that they're a part of the Coalition of Planets. In fact…” His tone turns sly, dangerous. “Did you know that somebody there knows the origins of the Scourge Virus?”

That makes Thragg freeze.

“Mmm-hmm, I was surprised too, but… it's not that surprising, really. Y'know, if you just look at the facts.” Conquest says, then turns. “I figured I'd warn you, from one Viltrumite to another. Not that we care much for comradery or anything like that, but still.”

Conquest goes to leave, presence stifling, point made. The little boy peers over his father's shoulder, unaware he was the reason why Conquest could just waltz out of here after everything.

Because Conquest knew no Viltrumite would harm their numbers. Because he knew that none of them, not even Thragg, was at the point he'd harm a baby Viltrumite. Maybe someday, but not now. Not when there was barely forty-five of them.

The boy, still unnamed, coos, his father whispering little promises to him. They both disappear past those doors.

General Kregg, previously silent as the grave, turned to their regent.

“Sir–”

“Leave.” Thragg said, gesturing for those gathered to go. “I must think on this.” He says, gaze lowered.

As he was left alone, he finally showed his anger, denting the arms of his seat with ease. It was unusual for a Viltrumite to be backed into a corner, yet they had been. All of them.

One planet. One. Planet.

It shouldn't have been so difficult to take, so difficult to– what was it about that one world that turned every Viltrumite that went there into traitors? That made them so soft yet dangerously protective all at once?

And that wasn't mentioning everything else. That their enemies were joining forces. That the Scourge Virus may make a reappearance. Except this time, it would wipe them out completely without a doubt.

Before, it had come out of nowhere, destroying and ruining them. Yet they'd continued, seeking out a threat to eliminate.

This time though, they were being given a very clear warning not to engage.

… perhaps this time, it would be wiser to listen. At least until they had higher numbers.

Decision made, Thragg rose.

Fine. For once in their existence, the Viltrum Empire would play nice. Just until they got what they wanted. It was the only way forward he saw that didn't result in more casualties for their kind. So as much as he disliked it, he'd do it.

Anything for the Empire.

Hey! Quick note: this and the next interlude (Interlude: Thragg) kinda contradict each other so I'm gonna state here that they exist in different timelines. Just to make them make more sense.

[daughter0fthewitch]

midnight meal. . .‧˚꒰🌙꒱༘‧

pairing: hannibal lecter x afab!reader genre: smut notes: winner of my recent poll!, hannibal comes home lateee afer work (and other murderer stuff) and... well... hes a bit needy warning: smut, unprotected pinv, also lowkey cockwarming, choking, fingering MINORS DNI!! ─── ꒰ 🍽️ ꒱ ───

It wasn’t unusual for Hannibal to come home late, oftentimes you’d wait for him in the living room, if you knew it wouldn’t be too late. But today, you had waited and waited and… waited. It was almost past midnight when you decided that today was one of these days where he would just join you in bed later.

You were fast asleep after slipping into something more comfortable and settling into bed. And when Hannibal came home, it was extremely late, well past midnight when he crawled into bed beside you.

But, contrary to how things usually went, he wasn’t exactly… tired today. Hannibal was rarely very needy, most of the time he received what he wanted from you without issue. Occasionally he made both of you ‘wait’ for what you wanted, but that fueled his desires more than made him needy.

But tonight? He was being needy.

He peered over at you, “Love, are you awake?” he whispered lowly. But at your lack of response, neither in words nor movement, he wrapped his arms around you slowly and pressed his face into your neck.

He exhaled softly before breathing in your, even sweeter seeming, scent. “Love…” he mumbled against your skin, “Please.”

You let out a half asleep huff, “Hm..?” you made.

Hannibal hummed softly against your neck, feeling the warmth of your body as he pressed you closer to his.

“Missed you..” he mumbled, his voice thick with both fatigue and the building neediness. One hand slid up slowly to brush along your hip.

You yawned, “Hanni…” you made, words still half slurred as you were fighting sleep.

Hannibal pressed another soft kiss to your jaw, then along the delicate line of your throat. Each touch was both slow and tender, like he had all night to worship every inch of you, but also growing more in ‘intent’.

“Stay awake just a little longer?” he whispered against your skin, voice rough and pleading in that rare way you never really heard of him.

“Hmm… what?” you sighed, still half asleep. But the way you felt him press into you was… undeniable. “Really… now?” you mumbled sleepily.

Hannibal chuckled, the sound dark and low in his chest, tinged with amusement as you finally caught onto what he wanted, no, needed. He knew you were barely waking up, and probably needed sleep at this late hour. He knew he was being unfair.

But god help him, he needed you.

“Yes,” he breathed against your ear before nipping it gently. His hips shifted forward instinctively, a subtle roll that presses his growing hardness against the curve of your backside.

His breath audibly stuttered in his throat at the contact. “I know… I’m home late,” he apologized hoarsely between kisses down your neck. “But you feel too good to ignore.”

You sighed as you could no longer ignore Hannibal grinding against you, “Can’t this wait until the morning…” you mumbled, but the kisses down your neck already started to ignite the slight heat growing in your stomach.

“Morning is too far,” he breathed against your shoulder before biting down gently.

You hiked your sleep shirt up a bit, inviting and promising in one.

A low, approving growl rumbled from Hannibal’s chest the moment he felt you shift, a silent form of permission. Without hesitation, he slid a hand beneath your clothes, fingers tracing your inner thigh before finding the damp heat between your legs. A single fingertip circled over your clit, teasing and testing how awake you really were.

You immediately let out a low moan, “Hannibal…” you hummed, a bit amused at his need for you.

Two fingers sank into your slick warmth with a smooth thrust, curling them just right, the way you liked it, and began moving in slow deep strokes.

You couldn’t help but let another moan tumble from your lips, your body really jolting awake now with pleasure.

His palm pressed firmly against your clit with every stroke, “Feel good?” he breathed, his own hips rocked subconsciously against nothing. The friction of his pyjamas too much and not enough all at once.

He wanted to be inside of you, but not until you came apart in his hand first.

“Yeah–” you let out, breath fractured by moans. You were still slightly dazed by sleep, head swimming in pleasure as you pressed your back against him, letting his hands work between your thighs.

“Just like that, Hanni–” you moaned as his fingers brushed perfectly over that spot that had you see stars.

The praise went straight to Hannibal’s cock, hard and aching against your back. He groaned, low and deep, fingers curling relentlessly on every stroke, palm grinding faster now. His breathing turned ragged, and it took every inch of self control to hold himself back.

“Come for me, love” he spoke, the words something between a command and a desperate plea.

Your legs shuddered, core hot with pleasure as you did exactly what he wanted, a few more thrusts of his fingers and you came, coming undone in his hands. “Yes–… yes–” you moaned, grinding against his fingers through your orgasm.

Hannibal felt every pulse around his fingers, tight contractions as your body arched into his touch. He didn’t stop, letting you ride it out with slow deep strokes until you were just a panting trembling mess. Only then did he withdraw gently, and brought slick fingers to his mouth. A deliberate lick, one finger at a time, as he tasted you like a true delicacy.

“Beautiful” he hummed contently before his hand came to turn your head to the side, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, the taste of your orgasm passing between them.

You were undone, but knew it was far from over. You liked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

For a brief moment you broke apart, turning to face him, your hand already greedily pushing against the tent in his pajamas.

He ground into your palm instinctively, already leaking at the simple contact. The need to be inside you was primal now.

In one fluid motion, he shoved down his pajamas, tossing them off somewhere carelessly. He guided you onto your back without breaking the hungry movements, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, aligning himself in seconds.

He was done with waiting.

With a low groan, Hannibal pushed himself inside, first slowly easing in his tip before he pushed deeper, burying himself fully in the warm heat, still pulsing around him from your climax.

You let him, your hips lifting up a bit, supported by his hands, a low whiny moan came from you, hot with overstimulation.

Hannibal stilled for just a heartbeat, buried to the hilt inside you, letting you adjust around him. Or maybe he just enjoyed the view and the feeling of being inside you, he could stay like that for hours. But the way your walls fluttered greedily around him made it impossible to resist.

He began to move, slow at first, deep rolls of his hips that made sure you felt every inch that he dragged himself out and thrust in again.

One hand gripped her thigh high, the one that rested against his chest, ankle resting on his shoulder, while the other braced your hip, holding it up at a slight angle. “Too much?” he rumbled between ragged breaths.

You nodded, it was too much, the overstimulation deliciously painful, but your moans told that it was too much in the best way possible.

You shuddered, pushing your head back into the pillow, “Ah… Hannibal–” you moaned and whined.

But your whining only made his restraining snap more easily, the way you moaned his name, full of pleasure, his hips thrust harder, deeper, the bed creaked beneath them, skin slapping mingling with the moans that filled the room.

He abandoned one hand from your thigh to grip both of yours instead, pinning them above your head as he pistoned relentlessly. You squirmed under him, pinned down like a delicious specimen.

“Look at me” he demanded between panting breaths. Your eyes were focused on him, more moans tumbling from your lips.

His other hand came to wrap around your throat, not squeezing just yet. Just resting.

His hips snapped forward almost brutally now, hitting that spot inside every time, and his groan was raw when you clenched around him in response.

You had to work hard to keep your eyes open, and on him, not to let them fall close from the overwhelming pleasure, but that hand on your throat had you whining even more. You leaned into it, begging him to squeeze down on your delicate throat, make you his entirely.

Hannibal did so without hesitation, the moment you leaned into his palm, he tighten, just enough pressure to have your breath hitch, your pulse jumping wildly under his fingers.

That was what pushed you over the edge, the blur of possession, pleasure and submission. You came again, squeezing clenching him inside you. “Fuck– please… fuck” was all you could pant out when you felt his hips jerk unevenly into you. With a dark groan, he buried himself inside you as deep as possible and came hard. Hot spurts of cum filling you while he rode out the orgasm.

He shuddered through the aftershock, forehead dropping slightly as he struggled to catch his breath. The hand at your throat loosened instantly, sliding up instead to cradle your jaw tenderly.

For several long moments, you laid tangled together, skin slick with sweat and hearts hammering wildly. He pressed lazy kisses along your collarbone and neck.

“… I love you… so much”

Rare words from Hannibal, despite the fact that he truly loved you deeply.

You needed a second to suck in enough air to respond, “… love you more,” you hummed contently, completely spent now.

A smile twitched on Hannibal’s lips as he pressed another kiss to your skin. He shifted carefully to avoid pulling out just yet, instead he rolled onto his side and pulled you with him, spooning again like you had started the night.

One arm draped heavily over your waist, while he pressed soft lingering kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Impossible.”

[buckygasm]

I love the idea of Soldier Boy who just cant help but be sweet on you when hes balls deep in your pussy

Cw: nsfw 18+, smut, daddy kink, one use of the word 'dad', petnames, gentle sex, soldierboy is clothed while reader is nakie

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 🦅࿐

With the soft soles of your feet pressed into the rough fabric plating of his chest, his hold on your ankles keeps you still — one hand dwarfing them both in his grasp.

You cant breathe — soaking in the warmth of him, the heat and stretch of his length trickling up your spine so deliciously you nearly taste it.

His voice is amber honey, deep and gentle when you look up at him beneath your wet lashes – strewn together by tears – your brows furrowed and lips parted, struggling to breathe when the fat tip of his cock strokes your velvet walls just right.

"Yeah. Right there, huh," he hums smugly, lifting your leg up from his chest to kiss at the soft sole of your foot, your ankle, hazel eyes hold your gaze as he pumps into you, not missing a beat to your whines and soft cries.

You choke on your breath, whispering his name through chattering teeth and tearful eyes when he hums and presses into you so deep that his heavy balls press up against your soaked folds, pulling a sharp gasp from your wet lips.

Ben brings your foot back down to his chest, pressing your knees back into your tits.

A hitched watery cry leaves your lips at the stretch, you babble beneath him, digging your nails into the forest green fabric of his suit.

There's something underneath it all — something simmering that you can tell he's trying to urge out of you. Unraveling you until you're a blubbering mess — trying to urge that indecorous word to manifest on your wet, parted lips.

Soldier boy slips his hand from your knee to the curve of your jaw, holding you steady as his heavy balls tap against your puckered hole.

With heavy eyes and dark lashes, Ben cocks his head, running the flat of his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Atta' girl," he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching the way you stare up at him with wide, wet eyes. "Just relax for fr'your old man," Your cunt clenches and your chin trembles at his words.

And you want to be good so badly. You want him to coo and kiss at you when you call him 'daddy' and sob under him. You want him to baby you the way he loves to.

"C'mon sweetheart, lemme hear ya,"

Something about the way he softens his voice and pulls you against him just a little bit closer has the dam breaking.

"Dad!" You're sobbing through choked gasps, brows furrowed and lips curled as tears gather at your lash line. You're ruined in every way, breath caught in your throat through hearty cries and your hands shaking where they dig into the thick of his biceps.

"There it is. Thaaaats what I was lookin' for," Ben hums warmly, squeezing your cheeks in his palm, puckering your lips for him before pressing a gentle kiss to your plush lips.

You wrap your hand around at his wrist, nodding into kiss, tears trickling down your heated cheeks, whimpering, 'uh huh, uh huh,' wetly.

Ben lays himself completely flush against your body, holding your face in both hands steady, rolling his hips into yours.

The rough fabric of his vest rubs juuuust right against your tits, making your brows furrow, pulling an appreciative hiss from your lips.

Ben shushes you, pressing kisses at the curve of your jaw, meeting your lips again. He drops his hands from cupping your face to slip under your thighs, urging you to wrap them around his hips as his cock rubs gently against your walls.

"Feels s'good," you slur, pulling your bottom lip betweenbyour teeth with a choked whimper, "please–"

Ben lifts up, holding one hand at the back of your plush thigh, and the other at your jaw, he whispers softly, "thaaats my girl, deep breaths fr'daddy, sweetheart," he presses a long kiss to the crease between your furrowed brows.

You will yourself to relax under him, still trembling slightly as you wrap shaky hands around any part of his arms you can reach.

"Daddy–" you whine, rubbing small circles around your clit.

Ben coos at you as he leans back, slipping both hands to the backs of your thighs, pushing them apart and spreading you open for him.

"I know," he says gentle and low, eyes softening as he looks you over, "Daddy's gotcha, just lie there and look pretty f'me, 'kay?"

[sadisticslut666]

Who’s got the biggest dick? Foursome w/ Higuruma, Nanami & Kusakabe

cw: explicit, M/M/M/F foursome, double penetration, aphrodisiac use, three guys fighting over who gets to make you come next.

Foursome Definition: It’s the visual and physical opposite of the clean, linear Eiffel Tower: instead of a simple line, it’s a dense, sweaty, multi-layered pile where you’re in the center, completely surrounded and filled with cock from all angles at once.

It’s another Friday, 9 PM. The four of you are sprawled around Nanami’s living room—his low table covered in takeout containers, fairy lights strung up because you insisted last month it “makes the vibe less depressing.” The TV’s on some mindless action flick nobody’s watching.

You’re in the middle of the couch between a slouched Kusakabe, already on his third beer and Higuruma still clocked in reading case files. Nanami’s across from you on the armchair, still in his dress shirt.

The conversation drifts, as it always does, to dumb shit. Kusakabe smirks, holding up a small foil packet like it’s contraband. “Yo. Remember that gas station in Shinjuku? They had these honey packs behind the counter. ‘Royal Honey VIP’ or some bullshit. Said it makes you go all night.”

Higuruma doesn’t even look up. “You bought aphrodisiacs from a konbini. Classy.”

“Four of ’em,” Kusakabe says proudly, tossing packets to each of you. “One for everybody. C’monn I just wanna see if it even does anything, but I doubt it will. Might as well test the theory.”

Nanami makes a long-suffering sigh of a man who’s spent two decades corralling these idiots—but he catches his anyway. “This is idiotic.”

You laugh, turning yours over. “Come on, Kento. Live a little. We’ve done stupider things.” He meets your eyes. “Fine. But if I end up in the ER, I’m billing all of you.”

They all rip theirs open at the same time. Thick, sweet honey squeezed onto tongues. It tastes like expensive cough syrup, fucking disgusting.

You’re still sandwiched between Kusakabe and Higuruma on the couch, legs kicked up across Kusakabe’s lap because he claimed “more room” like an asshole. Nanami’s back in the armchair, shirt mostly open now, one ankle crossed over his knee.

“Man,” he drawls, scratching lazily at his stomach under his shirt, “this shit’s hitting different. I feel like I could bench-press a car. Or fuck through a wall.”

You snort. “Romantic.”

Higuruma doesn’t look up from where he’s idly swirling the last of his beer. “You already talk like you could fuck through a wall on a normal Tuesday.”

“Jealousy’s a bad look on you, Hiromi,” Kusakabe fires back, grinning wide. He stretches, arms over the back of the couch, deliberately crowding you more. His thigh presses hot against yours. “But seriously. You guys ever think about how unfair dick genetics are?”

Nanami raises one perfect eyebrow. “We’re doing this now?” “We’re absolutely doing this now,” you say, grinning as you nudge Kusakabe with your elbow. “Go on. Enlighten us.”

Kusakabe takes the invitation to brag. “Look—I’m just saying some of us got blessed, some of us got… adequate.” He side-eyes Higuruma. “No offense.”

Higuruma finally sets the beer down. “None taken. I’ve never had complaints.”

“Exactly,” Kusakabe says, pointing at him like he’s making a winning argument. “You’re long. Elegant. Lawyer dick. Probably slides in like butter. Me? I gotta do warm-up drills.”

You laugh so hard your head tips back against the couch. “Warm-up drills?”

“Yeah. Foreplay for like twenty minutes minimum or it’s game over. Girls either tap out or cry—happy tears, obviously.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Big-dick problems.”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me,” Kusakabe says cheerfully. Then he turns to you, suddenly conspiratorial. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen all of us change in locker rooms and shit back in the day. Be honest. Scale of one to ‘monster cock,’ where we ranking?”

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. “I think Hiromi’s got length—like, porn-star proportions. Kento is definitely thick like can’t wrap your hand around it ‘girthy’,” You shoot Kento a wink. “And you Atsuya…” You drag it out just to watch him squirm. “are stupid thick at the base and stupid long everywhere else.”

Kusakabe beams like you just handed him a trophy. “See? Told you. Big-dick problems.”

Higuruma rolls his eyes but there’s a faint smirk. “And yet you still complain more than anyone.”

“Because it’s a curse!” Kusakabe throws his hands up. “Last girl I tried to hook up with—cute little bartender from that spot in Shibuya? We get to her place, clothes off, she’s all ‘yes, yes, fuck me’—then I line up and…” He makes a dramatic wince. “Nope. Too tight. Wouldn’t even take the head.”

You raise both brows. “You’re bragging about not fitting?”

“I’m bragging about the reason,” he corrects, smug as hell. “She was soaked, ready, begging—and still my dick was like ‘nah, we’re good right here.’ Had to finger her open for ten minutes straight before she could even think about taking it. And even then she was whimpering the whole time. ‘It’s too big, Atsuya, it’s too big—’” He drops his voice into a breathy imitation, then grins. “Music to my fuckin’ ears. She was into it. Left scratches down my back. Texted me the next day asking when round two was. I just… need a girl who can handle the whole package, y’know?”

You’re laughing again, half horrified, half turned on because the honey’s making you feel horny as fuck. “So what, you’re saying you need a custom pussy?”

“Basically.” He shrugs shamelessly. “But yeah. Big-dick tax.”

Higuruma snorts softly, leaning back. His slacks are tenting noticeably now—the honey working fast—and he doesn’t bother hiding it. “You talk like you invented the concept,” Higuruma says dryly. “Every guy with more than average girth thinks he’s suffering uniquely. Newsflash: most women don’t need a warm-up marathon unless the guy sucks at foreplay.”

Kusakabe clutches his chest in mock offense. “Excuse you, I’m a gentleman. I do the full ritual—kissing, fingering, clit worship, the works. Still gotta ease in though. You wouldn’t get it.”

Nanami, who’s been quietly nursing his beer finally speaks up, “You’re both overselling it. Size is irrelevant if technique is garbage.” He meets your eyes again, “And technique can make even ‘adequate’ feel overwhelming.”

“Oh-ho,” Kusakabe says, catching the shift in Nanami’s tone. “Kento’s getting defensive. What’s the matter? Worried your ‘perfect girth’ isn’t enough to win first place?”

Nanami laughs, arching one brow, “I don’t need to win anything. I know what I’m working with.”

“Exactly my point!” Kusakabe throws his head back laughing. “We’re all walking around pretending we don’t compare but let’s stop bullshitting.” He sits up straighter, suddenly serious—or as serious as Kusakabe ever gets. “I know I’ve got the biggest dick in this room. Hands down. Length, girth, the full combo. But words are cheap.”

He looks around at the three of you, eyes gleaming with challenge. “So prove me wrong. Or let me prove it. Right here. Right now.”

You blink. “You want to… what? Whip them out and measure?”

Kusakabe shrugs like it’s the most logical next step. “Why not? We’re all adults. Let’s settle this like men.” He grins wider. “Or like horny idiots who took sketchy gas station supplements—Fuck me,” he mutters, palm already drifting down to adjust himself through his sweatpants. “This shit’s no joke.”

You snort-laugh, heat crawling up your neck. “You’re actually doing this now?”

Higuruma tilts his head toward you, eyes half-lidded. “He’s been waiting for an excuse since middle school. Might as well settle it.”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is the most undignified conversation we’ve ever had. And we’ve had some bad ones.”

Kusakabe grins ferally. “C’mon. Pants off. We compare, then we… test compatibility.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. “You get final vote.”

“Okay… hold up.” Your voice comes out higher than you meant it to. You sit up straighter, legs still slung over Kusakabe’s lap, suddenly hyper-aware of how close his hand is to the seam of your shorts. “You’re seriously proposing this, a dick measuring contest?”

Kusakabe’s grin gets wider, “Yup.” Higuruma lets out an amused huff, “To be fair, you did rank us already.”

“Yeah, but that was theoretical!” You gesture wildly at the three of them. “This is… this is practical application. Like, actual dicks. Out. In the open. For science.”

Nanami’s voice is taunting, “And apparently for your entertainment.”

You shoot him a look and he just raises one perfect eyebrow like you started this. “I mean…” You drag a hand down your face, trying to sound reasonable even though you were fucking so soaked. “This is insane. This is so insane. We’re grown adults. We have jobs. We pay rent. Kusakabe probably has a dentist appointment next week.”

“Thursday,” Kusakabe supplies helpfully. “See? Normal people shit!” You point at him accusingly. Then you drop your hand and exhale hard. “But also… fuck.”

All three of them go still, waiting.

You chew your bottom lip for one more second, then let out a shaky laugh that’s mostly nerves and lust. “Damn it. I’m so fucking wet right now I can feel it on my thighs. And you three just spent the last fifteen minutes talking about how big your dicks are. So yeah. Fine. Whip ’em out. Let’s do the stupid comparison. Because apparently my dignity left ten minutes ago.”

Kusakabe lets out a triumphant “YES!” and immediately shoves his sweatpants down to his knees without another word. His cock slaps up against his stomach already glistening at the tip. The rest follow suit.

“Okay, c'mere boys," you say, sliding off the couch to your knees in front of them. The rug is soft under your shins. You’re eye-level with three very hard, very different cocks, and the visual alone makes your clit throb. “Let’s see.”

Kusakabe steps up first—cocky as ever. He’s thickest: heavy, girthy, maybe 8.2 to 8.5 inches but the width makes your mouth water instantly. Veins prominent, head flushed dark. He strokes himself once, smirking. You wrap your hand around him—fingers don’t quite meet. Not bad I guess, you think to yourself.

Next, Nanami. You have to use both hands again. One around the base—fuck, it’s wide—and the other higher up the shaft. Definitely 8.5 to 8.8 inches. It’s long enough that there’s still room to stroke. The head is flushed angry red, already slick. You give an experimental squeeze and he groans, hips jerking forward.

Higuruma last. Longest by a noticeable margin—8.7–9 inches, slimmer than the other two but with that elegant upward curve and a slight left lean. His cock would definitely bulge through. Darker shaft, flushed head glistening. He tilts your chin up with two fingers while you stroke him experimentally. “You pick a winner yet?”

You wrap a hand around each of them—Kusakabe in your left, Nanami in your right, Higuruma guiding your mouth first. “Too close,” you mumble against the head of Higuruma’s cock before licking a stripe up. “Need… more data.”

Kusakabe laughs already stroking the base of himself while he watches your tongue flick over Higuruma again. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re gonna kill us before we even start.”

You shoot him a mischievous look, then turn your head and take Nanami into your mouth instead, letting your lips stretch wide around that fat head. He hisses through his teeth, one hand immediately sinking into your hair. “Damn.” Nanami mutters, You hum around him in agreement, the vibration making his thighs flex. Then you pop off strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“See? Data.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at them. “Nanami wins on stretch. My jaw’s already sore and I’ve barely started.”

Higuruma’s long fingers slide into your hair next, guiding you back toward him “Then let’s see how deep you can take length.”

You open for him willingly, tongue flat, relaxing your throat as he feeds inch after inch past your lips. Your eyes water almost immediately. When your nose brushes the neat dark hair at his base you moan, loud and shameless, the sound muffled around his cock. “Good girl,” he murmurs, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth where it’s stretched tight. “Look at you. Taking it so well.” You pull off gasping, spit shining on your chin, eyes glassy. “Okay—fuck—Higuruma wins depth.”

Kusakabe’s had enough of being patient. He steps in closer, fat cock nudging your cheek. “My turn. C’mon, baby.” You laugh because god he’s so impatient and wrap both hands around him again. Even with two hands there’s still shaft left to stroke. You lean in, licking a broad stripe from balls to tip, tasting salt and precome. Then you try. You really fucking try. The head pops past your lips with a stretch that makes your eyes flutter shut. You get maybe halfway before your jaw protests and your throat says nope. You gag softly, pull back, try again—deeper this time—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Kusakabe groans like he’s dying. “Fuck—fuck—look at that. Trying so hard for me.”

You manage another inch, cheeks hollowed, before you have to pull off completely, coughing, laughing, wiping your eyes. Kusakabe pulls out of your mouth, flips you onto all fours. Nanami slides underneath so you’re straddling him, sinking down onto his thick length with a gasp. Kusakabe notches at your ass—slowly careful with spit and leftover slick—then pushes in.

You’re already so full from Nanami’s thick cock buried to the hilt in your pussy; every tiny shift of your hips grinds you down harder on him, the fat head nudging against your cunt. “Fuck—breathe, baby,” Kusakabe rasps, one big hand splayed across the small of your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles even as his hips keep that slow, inexorable slide. “You’re doing so good. Taking both of us so perfect.” You can’t answer. Your mouth is open on a silent scream, forehead dropping to Nanami’s shoulder. His hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing away the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, You lift your head just enough to meet his gaze and he kisses you while Kusakabe sinks another inch deeper. Kusakabe finally bottoms out his hips flush against your ass, balls heavy against your skin. You feel impossibly stuffed, both cocks rubbing against each other inside you. You break the kiss with a sob. “Oh my god—oh my god—I can feel you both—fuck—”

Higuruma has been patient, kneeling beside the bed, stroking himself long and slow while he watches. He climbs up behind Kusakabe so he can reach you. Long fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head back gently. “Open,” he says. You do immediately, your eager mouth falling wide as he guides that elegant length past your lips. You're a whimpering mess as the three of them find a rhythm almost too quickly, like they’ve done this before in some fever-dream fantasy.

Nanami rolls his hips up in shallow, grinding thrusts—never pulling out far, just enough to drag that thick ridge along your front wall over and over. Kusakabe matches him from behind, pulling out halfway and sliding back in. You whine around Higuruma’s cock and he pulls out just enough to let you speak. “Please—” The word comes out slurred, spit-slick. “Please—more—need—” Higuruma strokes your cheek with his thumb, “More what, sweetheart?”

You can’t think. Can’t form full sentences. “Need… to come—please—fuck me harder—need all of you—”

Kusakabe laughs, “Hear that? Princess wants it harder.” Nanami’s eyes flick up to meet the others—some silent agreement passing between them and then they move.

Nanami plants his feet on the floor and thrusts up harder, deeper, that thick cock bullying against your g-spot before pulling out as does Kusakabe. Leaving you clenching around nothing. Your hips twitch up instinctively, chasing the contact, and a confused little “wha—?” slips out. You blink, dazed and still throbbing. “Wait… what are you guys doing?”

Kusakabe huffs a low laugh, already shifting down the couch again. “Change of plans, princess.”

“Huh?” Your voice cracks, high and needy. You prop yourself up on your elbows, thighs still trembling, “You were literally about to—”

“We were,” Nanami cuts in, leans over you, caging you with one arm braced beside your head. “But then we realized something.”Higuruma finishes for him, “You haven’t come hard enough yet.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second. “I literally just—”

“Nah not like that,” Kusakabe interrupts, already settling back between your legs, his big hands hook under your knees and spread you wider. You open your mouth to protest—something about how you’re already sensitive, but Higuruma silences you with a kiss. “Let us spoil you a little longer,” he murmurs. “You deserve it.”

Before you can form another coherent thought, Kusakabe seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard. Your back bows off the couch, hands flying to his hair as you moan into Hiromi’s mouth. Nanami moves to your left nipple, taking it between his lips and rolling it gently with his tongue while his hand cups the other breast, thumb flicking the peak.

Every pull of his mouth makes your hips grind up against Kusakabe’s face. Atsuya’s tongue starts flicking fast over your swollen clit, while Hiromi breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your throat, sucking another dark bruise into the soft skin just above your collarbone while his long fingers slide down to join Kusakabe between your thighs before Hiromi physically pushes him aside. Atsuya lets out an indignant “Oi—!” but he’s already being shoved to the side, sliding off the couch edge with an amused grin. Higuruma takes his place settling between your thighs. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and buries his face into you. He laps his tongue through your folds as Kento continues to switch between sucking your tits and giving you love bites while Kusakabe grips your hair forcing you to look up at him.

You’re about to come until the fucker pulls off, his eyes flicking up to meet Nanami’s over your body. “Your turn, Kento.” Nanami releases your nipple with a soft pop, pressing one last kiss to the peak before shifting down. Higuruma moves aside without protest, sliding up to claim your mouth instead as Atsuya moves onto your breasts now. Kento takes a second to admire how you’re glistening, swollen, dripping down your ass and onto the couch. What a fuckin’ sight. He flattens his tongue against your overstimulated cunt and flicks tiny precise strokes on your clit. “Fuck—Kento—wait—I’m gonna—” Your voice cracks, but he doesn’t stop. You come so hard your eyes tear up. You squirt hard, soaking Nanami’s chin, his chest, and the couch beneath you. Atsuya looks at you in awe, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You gushed like a goddamn fountain.”

Hiromi helps you sit up while Kusakabe pulls you half into his lap, back against his chest, thick arms caging you. Nanami kneels close, one hand on your thigh as he continues to eat you out. Kusakabe groans like he’s in pain, stroking himself faster. “Fuck, Kento, don’t hog her. I wanna feel that pussy too.”

They stroke themselves in sync on you as you attempt to stop trembling from your orgasm. Kusakabe comes first spills across your stomach, thick ropes painting your skin in hot streaks. Higuruma follows seconds later landing on your chest, your throat, one even catching the corner of your mouth as he groans. Nanami lasts longest before coming hard across your thighs marking you everywhere. You’re covered dripping with them.

You’re slumped in Kusakabe’s lap, back plastered to his chest, legs still splayed wide across the couch cushions. Atsuya’s arms tighten around your waist, “Okay soooo…” He drags the word out, “Who the fuck won?”

You feel Nanami snort softly against your thigh where he’s still kneeling, lips brushing the sticky mess he just left there. Higuruma, stretched out beside you now, one long arm draped possessively over your hip, lifts his head just enough to arch a brow at Kusakabe. “Seriously?” he drawls, “We all just came on her, and your first thought is the dick-measuring contest from forty minutes ago?”

Kusakabe shrugs, chin hooked over your shoulder so he can look down at the obscene painting they’ve made of your body. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing idly over your nipples. “I mean… yeah? That was literally the whole point, right?” He grins, “We were supposed to settle who’s got the biggest, best dick in the room. And then we got distracted by—” he gestures vaguely at you, “So c’mon, Final vote. Who wins?”

You let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh that turns into a half-moan when Kusakabe pinches your nipples at the same time. “You’re actually asking me to rank your dicks again right now?” Your voice is hoarse, still shot from screaming, “Fine. Still tied. But Atsuya wins girth, Hiromi length, Kento… perfection.”

Nanami huffs softly against your hair. “Acceptable ruling.”

Higuruma hums, fingers still tracing lazy patterns through the come on your skin. “Or…” he says softly, “we can agree the only real winner is her.”

Kusakabe groans dramatically. “Fine. Tie. Whatever. But I’m calling dibs on eating her out first next time. I wanna see if I can make her squirt faster than you did, Kento.”

Nanami smirks at him already knowing there’s no one who knows how to eat pussy like him. “Challenge accepted, Atsuya.”

Hiromi laughs as he begins cleaning you up, “Give her ten minutes to breathe first,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll see who really wins round two.”

Oh well, Men and their dumb big dicks.

a/n: this ho 17k words. When I tell u I reached a horny flow state that shi was crazy, might as well have written this fic w my hard cock, love u sluts! ALSO credit to @g00miato for this bellísima work OF ART I’m in awe

[kitkat13001]

“do you think you can fix me?”

maki squints at you with sleepy eyes from her place in bed beside you. “no,” she says, stretching her legs under the covers. her knee knocks into yours. “but i can make you worse.”

you crack a smile. “you’re an enabler.”

“‘enabler.’ ‘girlfriend.’ same shit.” 

her eyes are fluttering shut again, sheets jostling as she turns over. you tug on her sleeve insistently, trying to get her attention back. 

“but do you think i’m evil?”

“i think you’re up past your bedtime,” she replies through a long, teeth-bearing yawn. “and so am i.”

you pull the covers up to your chest, staring up at the ceiling and whispering into the dark, “i think i’m evil.”

maki’s next words are muffled into the pillow, face-down and halfway to dreamland. “you’re not evil. you just haven’t washed your hair in three days and have an eight hour screen time report.”

damn. you hate it when she’s right. all you can do is let out an unsatisfied “hmph.”

“go to sleep.”

you try to make evil eyes at her, but it’s too dark and her face is fully buried in the pillow anyway. 

you huff and try to wriggle under the arm sprawled across the middle of your bed. you don’t stop squirming until you’re wearing her like a scarf. 

“‘kay. goodnight.”

“night.”

“…evil night.”

“god.”

[tojidelrey]

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where you are part of the same friend group ever since you started university, the only two girls in a group with four other boys. some people would say it’s an unlikely friendship, given your polar-opposite styles and tastes, only they don’t know you were both each other’s type to a t.

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where you both share knowing looks during your usual hangouts, the kind of looks that only mean a quick trip to the bathroom. soft lips devouring each other in a hurry, teeth clumsily clashing, and maki's slim hands groping your ass, making sure to feel you up enough to last until you were both alone in her dorm. your bodies were so close you would probably fuse together. "what took you girls so long?" would ask yuuji. "girl stuff," maki would reply, hiding a smile.

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where you have to hide your jealousy whenever you see maki and yuuta (who has an obvious crush on her) interact. you aren't a subtle person, so it’s pretty hard for you to hold back the eye-rolls and scoffs every time you hear yuuta compliment maki (like you don't compliment her enough already). then, when he says something about them making a cute couple and tries an ai filter to see how their kids would look, you just yank her by the sleeve and get out before you scream/vomit/cry all over the place.

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where she laughs at your jealousy and calls you ridiculous while holding your flushed face between her hands. why would she be interested in a man when you are everything she needs? then she kisses you, a sweet kiss at first, just a small peck on your pouty lips. but then her hands leave your face and cling to your waist, and you tilt your head and let her deepen the kiss, welcoming her tongue into your mouth and tasting the minty gum she was chewing before.

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where she has you squirming under her while the hot tip of her tongue flickers against your clit. her glasses are foggy from the hot breath, her shaggy hair is even messier because of your hands tugging it, and the smirk on her face while she licks a loooong strip from the bottom to the top of your puffy lips is so hot!! this was probably the third time you were cumming from her mouth only, the bedsheets under you already wet from her spit and your juices mixing together. between licks and wet smacking kisses, she would say things like "gotta make my girl sure of who i belong to" (and is probably talking to your pussy instead of you).

secret relationship with masc!maki zenin, where she makes sure to leave visible hickeys on your neck (and invisible ones between your thighs...) and lets you do the same to her. next time you hang out with the boys, you don't say nothing and just let them do the maths and figure it out by themselves.

a/n: idk i just thought masc!maki and went along with it 🤞

[sweet-honey-tears]

Farmer's Neighbor

Price x Reader. Warning: Daddy kink, Smut, P in V. Oral (male receiving )MDNI

So this was a collab done between @angel444riley and me! They actually sent a request for this idea--I did the opening, and they did the spice. I'll put a little breaker in the story so you know!

Go read their story, where they wrote an opening, and I added some spice also with Price, lol.

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My Section

Farmer price who can’t get over the new neighbor he just got. Some pretty little thing from the inner city, and he’s half sure you’re gonna ruin that little ranch. But to his own surprise, you aren't. It looks… better. The flower beds seem a little less dreary and more alive.  The small chicken coop you have, which only holds about five chickens, doesn’t look so rundown anymore. And a week after you move in, you come to his house. Just in a small pair of jean shorts, and Price struggles to break his eyes away. The way the fabric stretches over your pretty ass. And that top, a slim, tight fit that hugs your curves and plunges just enough to give him a peek. And you're just standing on his porch with an apple pie in your hands, like he was the one who just moved in. 

He invites you in, small talk presumes, but he notices your little flutters. How your cheeks flush and how you twirl a strand of hair. How your thick lashes flutter when he just passes by… but you're.. You’re too city for him. Yeah, that's what it is. 

The pie. It’s not the prettiest thing- it looks a little haphazard with the sugar on top a little too brown, and the edges of the piecrust look like they have teeth instead of crimped sides, but it’s damn good. You’re chirping happily, sitting at his dining room counter,  telling him how you got the apples from the little apple tree at the other side of your house. How you wanna move it so it has better light… no, you're too city-like.  

You keep coming over, the excuse of making too much food, dropping by to say hi, or even needing help. Hell, you even offer to help Price when Kyle gets sick. Your mud boots rubbing against your jeaned legs. Price has to bite down a little too hard on his cigar as he watches you lean over to feed the cattle. Fuck. 

The boys all know exactly who you are. The cute little things that, with a sweet voice sings hello to them. Sometimes, bringing them lunch on the longer days. Walking out with plates in that cute little sundress that leaves Johnny drooling. It gets Price's blood boiling. They love you, even Simon. But you're city- too city. But fuck, his boys love you. 

Johnny calling you CowGirl, given how clean you look and your inability to saddle a horse. Though Price can't deny that it's not common knowledge for a girl raised with cars to know how to do. Or how you don't have workers' hands. Price can't help but look at them when you help him with the chickens. They’re smooth, non-callused, with only small nicks and cracks from winter. Your nails are manicured, with only a bit of dirt beneath them. The muscles on your arms are lean,  not built for meticulous work and heavy lifting. You’re meant for driving stick, not shoveling horse shit the way you happily do. You should know this, and it's grates Pirce’s gears that you refuse to acknowledge it. 

Especially when you wear those little gym shorts out to go get YOUR chickens' eggs in the morning. All your chickens are named after silly celebrities like Jolene and Molly Mae. 

Shit hits the fan one Sunday morning when one of the calfs go missing. Two days later, Price assumes it's dead- but he hasn't seen you in those days. His little city fairy is missing, and that makes him more worried than the missing cow. You’re usually over every single day, chirping, helping, being you. He only knows you're alive because the lights in your house flicker on at 3 am, when he's awake. And your border collie, who he assumed was more of a lap dog at this point, barks once, twice, thrice when you call her out and lock the door behind you. Walking off into the wooded area. Bloody hell, you have him worried. 

But lo and behold, you appear at the end of that second day, the calf thrown over your shoulders, and you drenched in mud and crap. 

“Steamin' Jesus,” Johnny mutters, eyes blown wide like he just saw God. And Pirce is sure he is seeing a slice of heaven. 

Youre huffing, hair matted. Pants and boots caked in dirt, your dog following behind you like a soldier. A damn holdster strapped to your side- when did you get a gun? Have you always had one? “I found her near the ledge,” You huff to Kyle, who had sprinted over to you to relieve you of the weight. “She-she was stuck in brambles, poor thing kept crying,” You wheeze out, rolling your shoulders at the loss of weight. Your eyes are so… so sympathetic to the little creature.

Fuck. 

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angel444riley section

Fuck.

Surely, John had to thank you for what you did. “Say, what don’t you come in for some dinner- I made extra.”

Now his idea of dinner was clearly different from yours. Instead of sitting at his table indulging in a hearty meal, you’re kneeling in his kitchen, stuffed full of something completely different.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling around the length as you breathe in his musky scent. Your eyes watering and your cunt tightening around nothing. Your moans are melodies to him, and the only thing stopping him from thrusting into your wet cavern is the thought of hurting you. He was still trying to maintain a semblance of control over himself.

“That’s it baby mmmh,” he moaned sending another wave of arousal straight to your core.

You whine needily around him, nuzzling against his greying pubes as you push his cock as far down your throat as you can reach, bobbing and swallowing around it.

“Greedy girl,” he moans, fingers tangling in your hair as his hips buck into your mouth while yours rut into his shoe. “Can’t get enough of daddy’s cock, can you?”

Fuck self-control.

You reach to touch yourself but he smacks your hand away. “Did I say you could touch yourself, baby?”

You whine and his fingers tighten in your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question.”

You shook your head.

“Words, love.”

You cough but choke out, “no daddy..”

“Good girl…” he moans grinding his shoe into your clit. You cry out in pleasure.

And when you pop off of him to lick and suck one of his huge balls into your mouth, he presses your face further into it just before forcing your back onto his cock.

“Fuck…” he moans. “We should’ve..” grunt “done this sooner.” With another fistful of your hair, he starts fucks your mouth again, and you stare up at him with hooded eyes as you moan louder.

The vibration along with the sound and feeling of your slurping was enough to send him over. A loud moan slipping past his lips as he spills into your mouth, sticky goodness coating your tongue and throat immediately. You try to swallow as much of him as possible, hips rutting harder into his shoe as you chased your orgasm. He pulls out of your mouth with a pop.

“Shit.. fuck.. that’s my good girl.”

A ruffle of your hair.

When you look up at him with doe eyes, he wipes a smudge of cum from the corner of your lips. “Bend over.”

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John has you pressed into the table by your midsection, warm balls drawn up against your ass as the most perverted noises are drawn from the constant collision of your two bodies.

Your face is pushed into the smooth wood, fingers gripping it tightly as you moan around him.

“J-John-“ you somehow sputter his name out and you’re met with a particular harsh thrust.

“What was that, dove?”

“Daddy-“

You grind back onto his cock as best as you can, each one of his thrusts hitting your core deliciously.

His pace is harsher, his mind focused only one thing as he pounds into you harder. He hears you whine and smirks. “Are you close, darling?”

You whimper and nod weakly, able to do nothing except take what he gives.

“Say it.”

“I- I- I’m c-close, daddy..” you force out.

“Good girl. Come for me, baby.”

A silent scream erupts from your throat, you stiffen yet pulsate around the older man as as a white hot flash blinds your vision.

“DADDY!”

John’s cum floods your cunt right after, balls still heavy against your ass in a wet ‘plap, plap, plap,’ sound to help your ride out both of your highs.

“Fuck…” he mutters your name, thrusts slowing. “Fuck…” he breathes out again, looking at the mess spilling out of you.

After a few seconds, he looks down at you. “You okay?”

You hum weakly and nod. “Yes, sir…”

“Good. We’re not done.”

You almost slip from his grasp but he catches you with a chuckle. With a quick yank, John throws your weak body over his shoulder and walks into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

[bunnyuser]

Dad bf price fucking the attitude out of you

─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ FAUXCEST, choking, dad is getting strict on you..

You’ve been off the damn rails lately. It really threw the captain off. You normally the sweetest girl ever, prancing around in your too tiny skirts with your head down, couldn’t even keep eye contact without getting all twitchy.

And price has been nothing but patient with you. Listening to every stammer with his full attention, teaching you to regulate your emotions when you’re frustrated, wiping away every tear when it feels like the universe is out the get you, just being the good dad he is.

However, you seem to think that just because Price has been so caring with you, you’re suddenly the boss of things. Think you can go around running your mouth at him while cursing like you don't know any better. 

Been ignoring his calls, walking out during arguments, and drinking like you’re fucking grown. What really set him off was you screaming out “you’re not my fucking dad!” When he called you out on your behavior, which ultimately led you to your punishment.

What’s scary about Price is that he simply remains clam. Didn’t scream, didn’t lecture. Just took a deep sigh and rubbed his hands over his face and started to strip, slowly, and told you to go to the living room.

Dad’s gonna’s fix you. Factory reset that attitude in you.

Now you’re laid against the floor in a mating press all while price rams into your cervix with no mercy. Every rut from his fat tip force a raw, guttural moan from you that you can only try and hide by coving your face with your hands in embarrassment as tears and snot runs down your puffy face.

“Don’t fucking hide from me, you wanted to act out ‘front of everyone yeah? C’mon kid, show your fucking face.” He yanks your hands away from your face and pins them above your head, now seeing your heaving face all in its glory.

Fuck he loved it, being able to see everything from the way your eyes that were once rolling themselves at him now trying their hardest to not roll back, the sweat coating your glowing body that's always barely covered in what you call a pathetic excuse for a skirt, the way you don’t even notice the drool seeping your pouty lips that swear like a sailor, and his favorite? The way your tongue that was spitting out all kinds of nasty insults lols out like a little dog.

"Should really take—fuck! Take a picture of your face love. You look so pretty like this.." you couldn't tell if he was truly being genuine or mocking, but before you could leave a snarky remark his thick fingers start to rub your clit roughly.

"S-stop, hah! Stop being s'mean t'me!" you whined, your head falling back as tears start to roll down your puffy cheeks, again. Your voice could barely even get out from the way his beefy arm was squeezing around your neck. Your pussy couldn't help by clench around him as your body tried to decipher whether you were feeling pain or pleasure at this point.

"But you were mean to me first, love... acting like a damn fool n' saying all types of shit. Now that dad's taking care of ya, you're sorry, huh? Cmon... say sorry. Might even ease up on ya." he leaned down to lick the tears on tour cheeks, pressing his down onto the bulge on your tummy showing the outline of his dick.

You sniffed, "M'sorry Paaaa!" a loud, broken cry escaped your lips as you came, your juices dripping onto his dick all the way down to his balls.

He lied btw, he's not easing up on you.

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[megumiangel]

𓇼 with a temper like you 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ ⤷ megumi, yuuji, nanami, gojo, sukuna x fem!reader

syn. when you're fighting but they still care. angst to fluff, comfort

tw. mention of drugs/drugging joke in kuna's (it's just medicine guys)

all 600-800 words !

ଳ f. megumi

protecting you on a crowded train

the train jerks forward the moment the doors slide shut, metal whining against rails as the evening rush surges inward.

normally, this part is easy.

megumi would grab one of the overhead straps without even thinking, fingers long and steady, and you’d tuck yourself into his space automatically, arms wrapped around his middle, chin pressed into his chest, chatting his ear off in little whispers so as to not disrupt the eerie quietness of the train. he’d keep you balanced. you’d keep him warm. and he'd get an extra-long hug out of it.

except last night ruined the rhythm.

it hadn’t even been a real fight. nothing explosive. no yelling. just a stupid disagreement that grew teeth because neither of you wanted to back down. you’d eaten dinner on opposite sides of the dorm common area, went to bed turned away from each other, limbs stiff, pride burning hotter than the blankets.

and now, standing shoulder to shoulder on the crowded train, neither of you moves first.

megumi reaches up for a strap.

you don’t step closer.

instead, you brace yourself against the pole near the door, jaw set, eyes forward. the train sways again, harder this time, and you wobble, just slightly, but you catch yourself.

you feel his attention shift instantly.

another lurch. closer. sharper.

your shoulder knocks into his chest.

his hand comes out of instinct, fingers closing around your arm before you even register losing balance.

you huff and pull away immediately, “i can do it myself.” you mutter, glaring at him like it’s his fault gravity exists. because at this point it might as well be

megumi’s mouth tightens. “couldn’t tell.”

he lets go.

that hurts more than you expect. because you wanted him to insist on holding onto you.

the train slows to a stop, doors sliding open with a hiss as a cluster of people shove their way out. they’re laughing, careless, not looking where they’re going. one shoulder slams into you, then another.

you stumble forwards, skidding on your feet. but before you can hit the floor, megumi’s there.

this time, you don’t have the chance to protest.

his grip is solid, arm braced around your waist, the other steadying your elbow. you cling for half a second longer than necessary, heart racing, embarrassment flushing hot up your neck.

the group doesn’t even stop.

one of them snickers.

megumi looks up.

his expression goes cold. dark eyes narrowed, jaw clenched so hard you can see the muscle jump.

“watch where you’re going,” he snaps.

the laughter dies immediately.

they don’t respond. they don’t apologise. they just hurry off the train as the doors close again. he can see them through the window cackling like it was the funniest thing ever.

megumi watches them go with tense shoulders, fury simmering just under the surface. he exhales through his nose once.

then he looks around the carriage, spots an empty seat, and guides you toward it with a hand between your shoulders.

“sit.”

you want to argue.

but don’t.

you sink into the seat with another irritated huff, folding in on yourself, arms crossed tight as you stare down at your hands. your fingers are still trembling, though you’re not sure if it’s from the stumble or the fight or the fact that he caught you anyway.

megumi doesn’t move to take a more comfortable spot.

instead he plants himself right in front of you, arm braced against the window behind your head, body angled protectively despite himself. like he’s daring the train to try something again.

you don’t look up. even if you want to because he probably looks way too good like this.

then you feel your bag shift.

you blink, confused, as he lifts it from your lap and unzips it without asking.

“h-hey—” you start.

he ignores you, rummaging once before pulling something out.

a protein bar.

he presses it into your hands.

you stare at it, then at him, “when did you—”

“you didn’t eat breakfast.” he says flatly.

your mouth opens. closes.

he’s right.

you’d spent too long standing in front of the mirror with your curling iron, replaying the argument in your head, muttering all the clever comebacks you didn’t think of last night. time slipped. you came out with perfectly bouncy curls but no time left to eat.

you scowl anyway, “shut up.”

you tear the wrapper open and take a bite, chewing more aggressively than necessary.

megumi looks away, eyes on the reflection in the window. “there’s yoghurt in there too.”

you pause mid-chew. your eyes shoot up to his, "so you think i eat too much." it's an accusation. not a question.

he sighs, exhausted at this point, pinching his nose bridge, “yeah.” he says sarcastically.

you almost laugh, because you missed annoying him like this. you swallow, throat tight. “…thanks.”

he doesn’t respond, but when you glance up, just for a second, you catch it; the smallest curve of a smile, adoring and fond, gone the moment you notice.

ଳ i. yuuji

tending to your training wounds

yuuji doesn’t look at you while you train.

neither do you. you're busy. punching.

the gym echoes with the dull, rhythmic thud of fists hitting leather. yours hit harder than necessary—sharp, angry strikes that rattle the chains holding the bag. every punch lands with something extra behind it, frustration bleeding through your knuckles, your shoulders, your breath.

yuuji notices.

of course he does.

he’s on the other side of the room, working another bag, movements usually loose and energetic now stiff and off-tempo. his punches are strong, but unfocused. like he’s holding back from putting too much thought into it. like if he does, he might walk over to you and say something stupid.

again.

and make it worse.

so he doesn’t.

neither of you say a word when training ends.

you peel your gloves off with a scowl, fingers already sore, skin red and tender. yuuji wipes sweat from his neck, sneaks a glance at your hands, then quickly looks away when you catch him.

the walk out of the gym is quiet.

too quiet.

normally he’d be yapping about how hungry he is, or how he definitely nailed that last combo, or asking if you wanna grab food after you've retreated to the showers. now there’s just the hum of the vending machines and the soft squeak of your shoes against the floor.

he stops suddenly.

you keep walking for half a step before realizing he’s not beside you anymore. your head snaps back, annoyed. “what.”

“uh... hold on.” he scratches the back of his head, already digging into his pocket.

you watch him punch in the code on the vending machine. coins clink, one drink drops. then another. then he crouches and pulls out a paper cup, filling it with ice from the dispenser nearby.

he hands you your favourite drink first without thinking, wedging his own between his side and his arm while he makes sure the lid of the ice cup is shut tight.

you stare at it. “what’s that for.”

he finally looks at you.

his eyes are soft and worried and a little sad around the edges.

“your hands,” he says quietly.

you scoff. “they’re fine.”

he steps closer anyway.

gently, he takes your wrists, thumbs barely brushing your skin like he’s afraid you’ll pull away, before pressing the cup carefully against your knuckles.

you hiss despite yourself. the skin's broken and raw from the friction of your knuckles and the inside of the gloves. of course, the gloves were supposed to prevent this from happening. but there wasn't really much they could do when you were punching so hard your humerus rattled inside you.

“see?” he murmurs in response to the small wince of pain on your face, “not fine.”

you want to yank your hands back. say something snippy. keep the wall up just a little longer.

but the way he’s holding you; carefully apologetic, like he’s trying to fix something without knowing how—makes your shoulders sag, a little with guilt and a lot with adoration. he's really cute like this.

you let in, allowing him to tend to your wound.

he presses the ice a little more firmly, eyes flicking between your face and your hands. “you looked really cool,” he says, trying to lighten your mood. “i thought that bag was gonna start crying.”

you snort before you can stop yourself.

he smiles a little at that. relieved.

“you’re not supposed to take it out on yourself,” he adds, quieter now.

you look away. “…i wasn’t.”

he doesn’t argue.

he just nods, like he knows better but won’t push. his grip stays steady, grounding. the cold numbs the sting in your knuckles, and with it, some of the tension curling tight in your chest.

“i hate fighting with you,” he admits suddenly.

you glance back at him.

his shoulders slump, like the words weigh something. “i never know what to do. i don’t wanna make it worse. but i also don’t wanna ignore you.” he laughs softly, awkward. “i’m bad at this.”

“yeah,” you mutter, “i know.”

he winces. then chuckles. “i deserve that.”

the silence settles again— but this time it’s different. softer. easier.

after a moment, he exhales, long and dramatic. “thanks for not turning me into the punching bag.”

you finally meet his eyes. they're hurt, but there's a hint of hope in them.

“…you’re lucky,” you say. “i considered it.”

he grins, bright and familiar. “i knew it.”

he keeps holding your hands until the ice melts down into the cup, until the wounds start to scab and stop aching so much.

and when he finally lets go, he stays close—like he’s making sure you don’t drift too far away again.

ଳ n. kento

making you sleep instead of doomscrolling

the room is dark and quiet, save for the low hum of the heater and the steady rhythm of nanami’s breathing beside you.

it’s been two hours since the fight.

not a dramatic one. no raised voices. just clipped sentences and carefully chosen words that still managed to bruise. enough to leave you lying stiffly on your side of the bed, back turned to him, arms tucked close to your chest like you might fold in on yourself if you don’t hold tight.

nanami is asleep.

at least, you think he is.

he lies on his back, glasses placed neatly on the bedside table, one arm resting where you usually curl into him. his face is calm. peaceful, strong chest rising and falling deeply. like nothing’s wrong. like he doesn’t care that you’re still wide awake, chest tight, eyes burning as you scroll mindlessly through your phone.

like he doesn't care that you're still sad. cold. lonely. wanting to be held and comforted.

the blue light stings. it hurts to blink.

you’re not even reading anything. just letting the screen fill the silence so you don’t have to think.

you’re halfway through another dumb cat video when the phone is suddenly lifted from your hands.

“hey!—” you protest, startled.

the screen goes black.

nanami places it on the bedside table with quiet finality, face still turned toward the ceiling.

before you can protest, his other hand comes up, broad palm covering your eyes, blocking out the dim glow of the room.

“sleep,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with drowsiness.

you freeze.

“…you were awake?”

“i am now.”

his arm slips around your waist, firm and unyielding, tugging you back against his chest where you belong

you squirm weakly, “i’m not tired.”

his hand stays over your eyes, thumb brushing once over your brow. grounding. warm, “you are.”

you huff, “you don’t get to decide that.”

“i do,” he replies simply. “it’s past midnight. you have an early morning.”

that almost makes you smile.

your shoulders sag despite yourself.

he shifts closer, breath warm against the back of your neck. his voice drops, softer now. “we can finish talking in the morning. when you’re rested.”

you swallow. “what if i’m still mad.”

“then you’ll be mad after eight hours of sleep.”

his logic is infuriating. as usual.

you’re quiet for a long moment, listening to his heartbeat, steady and reassuring. the hand over your eyes relaxes, fingers threading gently through your hair instead, slow and careful like he’s afraid you’ll slip away again.

“…i'm cold,” you murmur, barely audible and a little whiny.

he breathes out a small laugh, “come.”

you shift closer to him, and he lets you snuggle while he pulls the covers fully around you, tucking them snugly under your chin and back so no cool air can sneak under.

"do you want another blanket?" he offers, ready to get up and go down the hall to the linen cabinet at your call.

you shake your head, hand curling into the fabric of his shirt, "no. stay."

he smiles fondly, "i'm here."

you let out a shaky breath, the last of the tension bleeding out of you as exhaustion finally wins. your eyes close beneath his hand. your body melts back into his, fitting where it always does.

nanami presses a brief kiss to the crown of your head.

“sleep,” he repeats, quieter this time.

and this time, you do.

ଳ g. satoru

keeping you warm in the snow

the argument ends stupidly.

not with closure. not with an apology. just too much ego crashing into too much ego in the narrow hallway outside his dorm, words tripping over each other until you snap and turn on your heel.

“i don’t wanna talk to you right now.”

satoru blinks, offended, then smirks infuriatingly, “aww, no?”

you don’t dignify that with a response. turn on your heel before he can remind you that he's a man anymore.

you storm outside instead, the doors whooshing shut behind you, the cold winter morning air slapping you full in the face. only then do you realise—

shit.

your jacket.

you stop for half a second. consider going back. imagine his stupid grin, the way he’d tease you for forgetting it, the way he’d act like he won something.

not happening.

you keep walking.

the track is unusually empty, lights buzzing overhead, the red and white rubber ground cold even through your shoes and socks. you plop down on the sloped grass edge, hugging your knees to your chest. your breath fogs in front of you in quick little puffs.

it’s freezing. the breeze bites your cheeks rosy.

and you’re mad.

and annoyingly, you’re kind of… really sad, actually.

your shoulders start to shake before you can stop them. you sniff hard, scrubbing at your face with the heel of your hand, mortified at yourself for crying over something so dumb.

you don’t hear him approach.

but feel it.

warmth settles over your shoulders, heavy and familiar. fabric brushing your neck. sleeves being tugged over your arms.

you stiffen.

“go... away,” you mutter weakly, not really meaning it all the way.

too late.

he’s already kneeling behind you, methodical in the most satoru way possible. your uniform jacket goes on first. then your scarf, wrapped twice and tucked in snug like he’s done this a hundred times. mittens pulled onto your hands, thumbs squeezed for good measure. lastly, your beanie, tugged down over your ears.

he hums softly, pleased with himself. “there. crisis averted.”

you turn around, glaring up at him. “i didn’t ask.”

he gasps, hand flying to his chest. “wow. i'm just trying to make sure you don't turn into a popsicle.”

“you’re being annoying.”

he grins. “and you’re being cute.”

“satoru.”

he leans closer, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret. “you know you get this little wrinkle right here when you’re pouting?”

he reaches out and pokes your nose.

you flinch back instinctively, swatting at his hand, “don’t touch me!” the truth is you don't care about the way he's babying you. a stupid part of you actually likes it. you just don't want him to look close and notice your watery eyes.

he laughs, bright and shameless, then stills and softens when he really looks at you. his tilts his head.

“hey,” he says, nudging your knee with his own. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

you look away, jaw tight. “you treat everything like it’s a joke.”

he sits beside you on the cold track without a second thought, long legs stretched out. “yeah,” he admits. “and sometimes i forget you don’t always wanna be the punchline.”

that shuts you up.

he bumps your shoulder lightly. “i’m sorry. i didn't mean to make you cry. i'll do better.”

you steal a glance at him. he’s not smiling now. not really. just looking at you, waiting for a response.

“…you’re still annoying,” you mumble.

he perks up instantly. “i’ll take that.”

you huff, trying to stay mad, but the warmth he wrapped you in and the way he stays makes it hard.

he nudges your shoulder again. you're shivering. teeth chattering quietly. “c’mon. let’s go inside before you freeze.”

you stand, brushing off your pants, still refusing to look at him. he reaches out automatically, fixing your scarf where it’s slipped, brushing small snowflakes from your hair, then cradles your face in his slender fingers and rubs the last of the tears from your eyes with his thumbs, pressing his lips to your hairline gently.

you turn your head away before he can see your smile, no longer upset, but still not wanting the ego-maniac to win.

ଳ r. sukuna

making you take your medicine

you’re sick.

not the cute kind. not the “stay in bed and be babied” kind. the ugly, miserable, aching, feverish kind where everything feels too loud and your bones hurt and your head won’t stop throbbing and you feel your skull rattle every time you cough into your arm like a poorly victorian child.

and sukuna will not stop hovering. it's sweet. you know it is. you're the only one he's ever this nice and caring to. and you appreciate it. he literally held your hair back while you threw up three separate times today. but you're also moody and you want someone, something to be mad at.

“you have to take it, babe.”

you glare at the small bottle of fever tablets in his hand like it personally insulted you. “i don’t want it.”

“it’s gonna help you.”

“it tastes disgusting.”

"it's a pill, you're not even gonna taste it." he pinches the bridge of his nose, jaw tight. “just take the damn medicine.”

that’s when it slips out. sharp. defensive. ugly.

“you’re always trying to control me.”

the room goes quiet.

sukuna straightens slowly, eyes narrowing. “…control you?”

“yes,” you mumble, already regretting it but too stubborn and miserable to take it back. “i can take care of myself.”

something hard flashes across his face.

“fine,” he says flatly, setting the medicine down with a little more force than necessary. “then i won’t worry about you anymore. i'll go home.”

and then he leaves.

the door clicks shut.

the silence after is worse.

half an hour passes. sukuna's left by now. or so you thought. he's actually sitting in the living room. he couldn't leave you, especially not in this state. he knows you probably feel like shit for saying that. it hit a nerve, so he'll let you stew in it for a little.

you roll onto your side, staring at the wall, throat tight. the fight replays in your head, every word sounding harsher now that your fever’s cooling off just enough to let guilt seep in.

you didn’t mean it.

you’re just sick. and cranky. and tired of feeling like a sweaty wad of snot under the covers.

another ten minutes pass.

you’re still staring at the same spot on the wall when the door opens again.

sukuna comes back in without a word, a mug in his hand. steam curls up from it, smelling faintly of honey and something herbal. he sets it on the bedside table, then nudges it toward you.

“drink.”

"you're still here..?" your eyes widen. you push yourself up, wince, head still heavy with congestion, and take it. “…i’m sorry,” you start quietly. “i didn’t mean—”

“shut up,” he says, not unkindly. “drink.”

you do.

the tea is warm. soothing. it goes down easy, easing the scratch in your throat. you finish it without thinking, not having realised how thirsty and dehydrated you were, then hand the empty mug back to him.

he looks at the empty bottom.

then at you.

then smirks. way too satisfied.

something clicks.

your eyes widen. “…kuna.”

“mhm.”

“…did you just drug me.”

he snorts, clearly proud of himself. “you’re welcome.”

you stare at him, betrayed. “i’m calling the police.”

he rolls his eyes, already pulling the blanket up around you and tucking it tight. “yeah, yeah. do it after your fever's gone.”

you grumble, sinking back into the pillows, "i actually felt bad."

"good." he says, smugly unbothered, putting the mug down on the bedside table and laying beside you.

"i hate you." you whisper softly, as he wraps an arm around you, patting your back soothingly as the medicine finally kicks in, getting you drowsy.

"why, 'cuz i'm controlling?" he mocks. you bury your face in his shoulder with an embarrassed noise, voice muffled as you whine at him to shut up, "alright, alright. go to sleep, stupid."

the last thing you see before drifting off is sukuna watching you, expression softer than he’d ever admit.

prettiest dividers by @anitalenia & @bhavihelps here and here !

pt 2 ft suguru, yuuta, inumaki, toji, choso coming soon!!

i have to get up for school in like thirty minutes and havent slept yet... everyone gonna die today

[crucifihx]

&&&. almost dad!john price

— gn!reader ♱ dark content + smut, fauxcest, dad kink, praising dumbification if you squint, cockwarming, dubcon (?). 766 words.

⁶⁶⁶ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝓢𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 — inspired by @superhoeva and @rawme-price's fauxecst and almost dad!price works <3 slowly getting the hang of writing again raaahhhh work and uni are kinda messing me up a lil ⓘ requests / ask box info ◡̈

fauxdad!John Price is a filthy, filthy man for climbing into your bunk every night. Does it make him a filthy man to take advantage of how good of a soldier you are for him? You’d always take his orders without a second thought, without a single challenge. Maybe it makes him a filthy man to take advantage of your oral fixation sometimes. You’d get a little mouthy, chewing on a wooden pencil or constantly biting on the rubber straw that Gaz got you because there was a sale.

But surely it doesn’t make him a filthy man to use your warm, little mouth and throat for his cock when he’s busy with paperwork.

“‘S good for resistance training, kid.” He’d chastise you gently when you whine around his cock for a break. He pinches your nose slightly before giving your hair a gentle ruffle. He’s always so gentle with you—that doesn’t make him a filthy man, does it? “Gotta make sure my favourite’s a good soldier and a good kid, no?”

You always squirm whenever he calls you kid. He loves it. He loves the way you get a little shifty, the way you’d try to hide yourself and press your thighs together. He knows you get wet because then he’ll call you into his office for a uniform inspection. A uniform inspection is what he calls it, but it’s really to push his fat fingers and wet tongue into your hole so he can ‘check’ how much you love being called his kid.

You know he’ll eventually make you bend over on his desk when he’s done with his paperwork. It’s inevitable when you’re pressing your thighs and whimpering around the weight and size of his erection nestling in the wet cavern of your mouth, his cockhead nuzzling against the back of your throat every time you’re trying to adjust your position so you can sit comfortably but your thighs and calves are burning from kneeling on the pillows so much.

You swallow around his cock only to gag around it. Hot tears spring from the corners of your eyes as you whimper, looking up at him and pleading for him to give you a break.

“What’s that, kid? Speak up f’me.” Price gently drags you off of his cock and it feels like you can breathe lighter now.

“Dad, need a break.” Your words melt into a soft sigh the same moment you melt into his touch. His hand reaches out to cup your soft cheek, brushing the calloused pad of his thumb across your undereye. “Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Been just the best, kid. Good job.” He can’t possibly be a filthy man when he’s so attuned to your needs. His hawklike gaze doesn’t miss the way you’re trying not to squirm under his heated gaze. Large hands hook underneath your armpits to hoist you up and he does it without even a single grunt of effort.

Your legs tremble from the ache of being in one position for too long, like a fawn learning how to walk. Price chuckles at the sight before he’s turning you around and pulling your pants down.

“Dad!” You begin to protest but he shushes you sweetly with a soft kiss to the low of your spine.

“Shh, just be a good kid and do as I say.” Price spits at your quivering hole and without a warning, he’s sinking you down onto his fat cock. Your high-pitched whine turns into a needy moan, a melody compared to the throaty groan coming from his chest when you bottom out. He’s already so deep inside of you that your thighs are beginning to tremble because his cock is pushing against your G-spot greedily. “Just sit still on Dad’s lap while I finish my work. Can you do that f’me?”

All you can do is moan meekly, nodding in agreement as you do your best not to grind your hips.There’s a small, nagging part of you that just wants to act out a little to see if he’ll still keep up with this sweet, nice Dad act.

As if sensing your mischief, Price grabs your hips, lifts you up halfway before slamming you back down in warning. A cry of his name is ripped from your throat, stars dotting your vision in the back of your eyelids from the sheer strength.

“Now be a good kid and sit still.” He gives your hip a gentle squeeze before his attention drifts back to the paperwork before you. You just hope that the one hour passes quickly.

© 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘩𝘹 2025–2026

[gukcnt]

PINNED BETWEEN THEM ⭒ JJK + KTH

what was supposed to be a study night turns into a dangerous game of dominance and desire when jungkook and taehyung trap you between them in the back of their car.

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader x dom!taehyung (m/f/m)

genre — friends with benefits au, light BDSM, polyamory, porn with little plot, smut, fluff

warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, threesome, car sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, power dynamics, degradation, humiliation, use of terms like "slut" and "whore", makeout, lip biting, slight mention of blood, hickies and marking, bruising, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, lots of nipple play, dual stimulation, clit stimulation, lots of teasing, edging and orgasm denial, fingering, cum play, dry humping and grinding, thigh riding, consensual overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), fellatio, cock sucking and gagging, face fucking, double penetration, taehyung fucks her mouth while jungkook fucks her pussy, doggy position, cum swallowing, hair fisting, drooling, spanking, spitting on pussy, extreme stretching and fullness, begging and crying, squirting, riding, slight breeding, literally the sweetest aftercare (they buy her ice cream ugh its so cutee)

wc — 6.8k

a/n — this oneshot is inspired by their insta live, i just had to write it because they looked so sexy there ouff. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

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the air inside the moving car was cool due to the air conditioner.

the city went on in the distance but here in this hidden corner.

it felt like the world belonged only to the three of you.

you sat in the backseat beside taehyung, who was manspreading and basically taking up all the space but you didn’t mind.

your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

the car smelled slightly of leather and their masculine colognes, making you feel heady.

your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your short skirt, a habit that didn’t go unnoticed by the men.

jungkook who had been driving glanced at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes catching yours for a fleeting moment before he smirked.

“you’re awfully quiet back there, princess.” he teased.

his voice laced with amusement.

“what’s got you so shy tonight?”

taehyung lounging beside you chuckled deeply, his arm casually dropped over the back of the seat.

his fingers brushed the nape of your neck

“she’s always shy at first, isn’t she?”

there was a warmth beneath his tone but with a mocking edge that made your cheeks burn.

“don’t worry, we will fix that.”

you bit your lip, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

the relationship between the three of you had been going on for months now after being classmates in the university—a friends with benefits deal that somehow worked.

they were both dominant, confident and entirely too obsessed with you… and not to mention possessive.

they were too skilled at unraveling you every time while you the introverted timid girl, blushed at their every behavior.

you found yourself craving their attention more than you'd ever admit.

jungkook pulled the car into a secluded area before turning off the engine.

the silence that followed next was heavy with unspoken promises of what's about to happen next.

he turned in his seat gaze locking onto you, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“you know.”

he says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“i think i’m done driving for now.”

he opened the door, stepping out and within seconds he was sliding into the backseat on your right.

effectively trapping you between him and taehyung.

your breath hitched as jungkook settled, his thigh pressing against yours.

“much better back here.” he murmurs.

his hand immediately finding your knee, his touch sending a spark of heat straight to your core.

“don’t you think so?”

taehyung's fingers still lingering at the back of your neck tightened slightly making you gasp.

“oh definitely.” he agreed coyly.

his voice dropping an octave.

“gives us more… room to play.”

you swallowed hard, your shyness making it difficult to meet their eyes.

“g—guys.” you stammered.

“we’re supposed to be studying tonight remember?”

jungkook laughs, the low rumbling sound making your stomach flip.

he leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he breathes hotly.

“the only thing we’re studying tonight is you, sweetheart.”

taehyung's hand slid to your shoulder, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.

“you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

his lips curl into a smirk.

“look at her, kook.”

jungkook's hand on your knee slid higher, his fingers twisting the hem of your skirt inching it up to expose the soft skin of your thigh.

“bet she’s already wet too.”

his tone drips with confidence.

“aren’t you, baby? tell us?”

you squirmed pinned between their solid frames, your cheeks pink.

“i don’t know…” you breathe

your voice tremble from embarrassment and need, your thighs pressing together instinctively.

“don’t know?”

taehyung's hand moved to your chin, tilting your face toward him.

his intense eyes bored into you with authority in their depths.

“don’t lie, princess. we know exactly what you're feeling.”

before you could respond, taehyung's lips were on yours and coaxing a whimper from you.

his kiss was slow at first, almost tentative.

his tongue brushed against your bottom lip seeking entrance and when you parted your lips, he deepened the kiss.

his tongue entered tangling with yours, exploring your mouth with a sensual rhythm that made your head spin.

each stroke of his tongue had your body melting under his touch.

at the same time, jungkook's lips found your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

his tongue flicked out, tasting your skin and the wetness of it made you shiver.

he sucked gently at the sensitive spot below your ear and you moaned when his teeth grazed lightly.

the dual sensation—taehyung's deep possessive kiss and jungkook's hungry exploration at your neck.

it was overwhelming and your body was caught in it.

“fuck, you taste so good.”

taehyung gruffs out against your lips as he pulls back enough to speak.

his hand slid into your hair tugging to tilt your head back, giving him better access as he kissed you again.

harder this time.

tonguing your mouth, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.

you whimpered at the sting, gripping his shirt and he swallowed the sound.

claiming you.

jungkook chuckled against your neck as his lips trailed lower, sucking at the delicate skin of your collarbone.

leaving red and purple marks that you knew would linger tomorrow.

“she’s already making these noises.” he said lowly.

“you like this, don’t you? being stuck between us like that?”

you couldn't form words as you panted, mind hazy from their attention.

instead you nodded weakly, your hands clutching at taehyung's shirt bunching the fabric, as jungkook's fingers slipped beneath your skirt.

brushing against your inner thigh lightly, fingers inched higher until they grazed the edge of your panties.

you couldn’t stay still, your chest rising and falling.

“let’s switch.” jungkook says suddenly.

pulling back to meet taehyung's gaze, eyes dark with intent.

“i want a taste of her mouth.”

taehyung grinned releasing your lips with a pop, leaving them swollen.

“go ahead. i’ll keep myself busy in the meantime.”

he looked down at your body with a wicked look as he shifted his attention lower.

his hands already moving to explore.

jungkook didn’t waste a second, his hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

his lips were more demanding than taehyung's, his tongue diving into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

he kissed like he was trying to eat you alive, his lips bruising yours.

“mmph!”

your moans were muffled against his mouth as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devoured you.

meanwhile taehyung's hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing your waist and the dip of your hips before settling on your thighs.

pushing your skirt even higher and revealing your panties completely.

the cool hair hit your exposed skin as his hands kneaded your thighs, thumbs brushing closer to your clothed pussy with each movement.

taehyung drank in the sight of you all while groping you roughly and you struggled to keep up with jungkook's kiss.

jungkook pulled back from the kiss, lips glistening as he looked at taehyung.

“patience, man. we’ve got all night to ruin her.”

“ruin her?” taehyung chuckles hoarsely.

his hands sliding higher.

“oh.. we are gonna take our time. make her beg for every second of it.”

“taehyung.” you sign out.

your thighs shook as jungkook's hand slid to your other thigh, mirroring taehyung's and soon you found yourself guided onto taehyung's lap.

your legs straddling his thigh.

the hard muscle pressed against your cunt through your panties, the friction immediate and electric

“ohh ahnn.”

your eyelids flutter as your hips start rocking on their own, the sensation making you throw your head back.

“hmm... look at you.”

jungkook scoffs as he watches you hump against taehyung's thigh, desire written on both their expressions.

as they watched how desperate you are.

taehyung's hand gripped your hips, guiding your movements to his liking.

“that’s it, baby.”

he encouraged you, eyes locked on yours.

“ride my thigh like a good girl. let me see how much you want this.”

his fingers dug into your hips tightly, making you move faster, the pressure of his thigh against your clit has you shaking.

your breaths coming in short needy gasps.

your lips parted.

the friction was maddening.

the rough denim of taehyung's jeans rubbing deliciously against your thin panties, your arousal soaking through and making each movement slicker.

you even stain some of your wetness on him but you're too lost in it to care.

your hands braced against his chest, nails digging for balance as you rocked against him seeking the pleasure with every roll of your hips.

the car felt too small and too hot, you were sweating with your hair sticking on your face.

your pleased noises and their low teasing voices filling the space.

the two men leaned back watching you do your thing, bouncing on his thigh like a horny little girl.

their eyes half lidded, struggling to control themselves.

they just want to pin you down and fuck you senseless.

stuff you full with their cum.

but you're not going anywhere and time is there, so they wanna take it slow.

jungkook leaned closer, biting your earlobe and used his tongue against it to soothe the pain.

“you’re making a mess, sweet girl.” he hums.

amusement dripping from his voice.

“soaking his thigh already. you’re dripping through those little panties, aren’t you?”

you whined at his words feeling shameless but you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding harder.

too consumed in both of them.

taehyung's hands slid up to your sides, slipping through your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra.

his thumbs brushed over your nipples making you arch into him.

he squeezed one tit gently fingers kneading the mound and you mewled, your hips stuttering against his thigh.

“these are absolutely gorgeous.”

taehyung's voice appreciative as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your bra.

his fingers expertly reached behind and unhooked it, letting it fall loose.

your breasts spilling out into his waiting hands.

both men groaned in unison, their eyes fixed on you.

their hunger palpable.

having no patience at all, his hand immediately finds one of your breasts feeling their weight before his fingers roll your nipple between them.

your nipples are already hard into aching peaks and their relentless handling made it almost painful, your brows peaking at the center as you pressed down harder on taehyung's thigh.

“ohh, j—jungkook.” you stuttered.

your voice broke as his fingers pinched and tugged at your bud, all while taehyung cupped your ass lifting his thigh to press it harder between your legs.

your body writhed under their combined attention.

taehyung's fingers teased your other nipple.

he rolled it between his thumb before flicking it at a quick pace that has you keening.

his eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction.

“she’s so sensitive.”

taehyung grunts with a snicker.

“look at how she’s responding, kook. we’ve barely even started and she’s already a mess.”

“such a needy little thing.”

jungkook's fingers tightened on your nipple pinching it so hard that you cried out, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car.

“bet she’d do anything we want right now.”

they shared a deep laugh and the humiliation turns you on even more as your eyes close, feeling wetness pool at your panty.

it was clinging lewdly to your pussy folds.

your moans grew louder, body arching into their hands as they continued.

taehyung's finger circled your nipples, caressing the areolas as jungkook's mouth leaned toward your other breast, his lips closing around your nipple.

sucking hard as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud.

the wet heat of his mouth combined with taehyung’s unstoppable fingers was too much and your body couldn’t keep up with the humping.

you were so close to the release yet so far.

“you’re so good for us…” jungkook husks out.

his teeth graze your nipple and you sob, your hands tangling in his hair.

you were falling apart.

all because of them.

taehyung's fingers didn’t stop teasing your nipple alternating between rolling and pinching, his other hand guiding your hips to keep you moving against his thigh.

“our perfect girl.”

he growls approvingly.

the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, your body trembling violently.

but they weren’t done yet.

jungkook's hand slid down your stomach, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, touching you through the thin material.

“shit, she’s drenched.”

he pressed his fingers against it, feeling the wetness that had seeped through.

he rubbed slow deliberate circles over your clit, finding it perfectly nestled between your folds.

the fabric adding an extra layer of friction.

your clit quivered as your hips bucked towards him, a high pitched whine leaving your throat.

“i can practically hear how wet you are mm... can’t even control yourself, can you?”

jungkook whispers.

you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes at the intensity.

“please.” you beg.

your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.

“please, i need—”

“what do you need, princess?”

taehyung asked as he twisted your nipple harder making you gasp, your body jerking against his thigh.

“use your words.”

“i… i need to cum.” you managed.

your words reduced to a broken cry as jungkook's fingers pressed harder against your clit.

the slow teasing circles driving you wild.

“please, i can’t take it anymore.”

jungkook smirks, lips brushing your neck.

“not yet, baby. you don’t get to cum until we say so.”

taehyung's hand slid down to join jungkook's, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties.

“let’s get these off.”

“i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”

a shaky exhale whooshes out of you as taehyung slides your panties down, the fabric catches briefly on your thighs before they tug it free.

leaving you bare except for your skirt bunched around your waist and your unhooked bra which hung loosely around your shoulders.

jungkook's hands spread your thighs wider as far as they would go, exposing you completely and he growled at the sight.

the cool air brushing against your bare cunt and their stares made you squirm, but the men held you spread pinning you in place.

taehyung's jaw clenches at the sight, eyes black pools in lust.

“fuck, look at her.” taehyung growls roughly.

his fingers brushes over your puffy folds teasing but not entering, the light touch sending shivers through you.

his fingers glided through your wetness using it to slick your pussy, outlining it with agonizing slowness.

his touch almost featherlight.

“so wet, so fucking perfect.”

jungkook's hand soon took over not wanting taehyung to have all the fun, his fingers spreading your folds exposing your clit directly and using his thumb to stroke it.

the movement just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over.

“she’s so tight.” taehyung rasps.

as he dipped just the tip of his finger inside you before pulling out, you fisted your own hair, feeling helpless.

it was like your body was at their mercy.

“she’d feel so damn good around my cock.”

jungkook nods, his thumb pressing against your clit holding it there and you gasp, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist.

though you didn’t push him away.

“ahh fuck…” you panted.

“we will find out soon enough.”

his voice low and promising.

“but first let’s see how much more she can take.”

taehyung's fingers slid inside you right after those words, stretching you with a slow thrust.

“oh taee!” you squealed.

he groans in return feeling you wet inside, his fingers curling against your walls, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

he moved his fingers deliberately, pumping in and out with a rhythm that sent you spiraling.

he would also twist and scissor his fingers almost like preparing you for what's about to come next.

jungkook leaned down, his lips marking hickies on your neck and cleavage while his fingers played with your hard nipples.

sucking hard and using his tongue to ease each mark.

your hands clutched at their shirts, desperate for something to anchor you.

taehyung's fingers moved faster, thumb brushing your clit in time with his thrusts.

your mind struggled to keep up with so much stimulation, a drool trickling down from the side of your mouth.

jungkook's mouth was relentless, so were taehyung's fingers.

you murmured expletives as both of them filled with sly satisfaction at how responsive you were, watching you writhe between them.

but their actions never slowed.

“you’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” jungkook questions.

“yes yes, please.”

you nodded frantically, body shaking as a tear streamed down your flushed face.

“i’ll take it. i’ll be good just please—let me cum!”

“not yet.”

jungkook murmurs against your breast.

taehyung's fingers pumped quicker, which was almost torturous.

he found your g-spot with every pump but kept his pace just slow enough to keep you from cumming.

jungkook slid down his fingers, circling your clit.

tears streamed down your cheek as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

your pussy clenching around taehyung's fingers, desperate for release.

you were overstimulated from being teased for so long that you wanted to scream for not being able to cum.

“please please, just let me cum. i—i’d do anything,” you babbled.

jungkook pulled back, his eyes dazed watching you plead for them.

“such a pathetic little slut.” he rumbles.

his tone degrading but laced with a strange affection and taehyung voices his admiration as well.

a glare in his expression, almost angry with restraint.

“crying because she wants to cum so bad. you’re ours, huh?”

“yes.” you wailed.

your voice breaking as you rutted against taehyung's fingers, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

your shame and shyness all gone.

you just wanted to cum.

“i’m yours. i beg, i need you.”

they exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

taehyung pulled his fingers out, jungkook moving away as well and you felt your heart break, a wounded sob leaving you.

your pussy clenching on nothing, feeling empty as ever.

“no, why—”

“shhh… be patient.”

taehyung orders.

jungkook shifted unbuttoning his black shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest and the tattoos over his arm.

the sight makes your mouth water.

taehyung followed suit, taking his red long sleeved shirt off that joined jungkook's on the car floor.

leaving both of them shirtless.

your hands reached out instinctively tracing the lines of taehyung's chest, the muscles hard under your fingers.

your fingers linger on the ridges of jungkook's abs, caressing the tattoos over his arm.

“so strong…”

you cooed almost to yourself, voice reverent as you felt both of them and their solid pulsing muscles.

jungkook lets out a guttural noise, his hand catching yours and guiding it lower to the bulge straining against his jeans.

you cupped it, feeling how hard he was and his hips bucked at your hands.

“you think we’re strong, mhm?”

his eyes glinted with mischief.

“show us how much you mean it.”

taehyung's guided you off his lap, positioning you on your knees between them.

“go on, baby.”

his voice slurs in desperation, his commanding eyes locked on yours.

“show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

you hesitated for only a moment before your hands reached for taehyung's belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers.

his jeans slid down revealing his hard cock throbbing with need, the tip glistening with precum.

you whimpered at the sight, your pussy still dripping from not being relieved but you wanted to be a good girl.

wanted to please them.

you leaned forward, your lips brushing the tip and taehyung groaned, his hand tangling in your hair guiding you closer.

the salty taste of him made you moan, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

at the same time jungkook moved behind you, hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself.

“bend over, angel.”

you obeyed bending forward, your lips parting to take taehyung's cock into your mouth.

he was big and you had to open your mouth wide to take him in, his thickness filling your mouth.

your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, taehyung's hand tightened in your hair.

his hips moving into your mouth, controlling your movements.

behind you jungkook's hands spread your ass cheeks, groaning as he saw how much slickness had gathered in your cunt, your clit swelled.

and just above that, your tight hole clenched rhythmically under his gaze.

he unbuckled his jeans freeing his heavy cock, the tip brushing against your pussy as he used it to run up and down your slit.

tapping your clit with the head of his cock until you made muffled noises around taehyung's cock

you were in a vulnerable position but it excited you further, your pussy clenching as it anticipated jungkook's cock.

“fuck, you look so good like this.” jungkook mutters.

as he pressed himself closer against you, cock sliding through your slick folds.

you let out loud moans around taehyung's cock as jungkook pushed inside you, his cock filling you inch by inch.

it was overwhelming.

the fullness of him stretching your walls, the heat of his cock pulsing inside you as you felt each of his veins.

he moved slowly at first letting you adjust, his hands gripping your waist as he snarled.

“so damn tight.” jungkook scoffs.

he began to move, his thrusts deep each one pushing you further onto taehyung's cock.

“you feel so good, baby. taking me so well.”

he hits the back of your throat and you gagged, tears streaming down your face unstoppably now.

you felt like a toy being used for their pleasure and it turned you crazier, if that was even possible.

your hand bracing on taehyung's thigh so you don’t fall.

taehyung murmurs filthy praises as you try your best to suck him, your tongue working the underside of his cock with every bob of your head.

your hands fondling his balls.

“that’s it, princess.” he breathes.

“suck me like you mean it.”

you were a mess.

as jungkook's thrusts grew harder and faster, pounding into you.

the car filled with the sounds of your combined noises, their groans and the wet slick of your pussy around jungkook's cock.

and the obscene sound of your mouth working taehyung.

jungkook's hand gripped your ass so tightly you knew you'd bruise, each one of his thrusts hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

taehyung growls, his own hips pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“look at how she’s taking us both like a little whore. so fucking greedy for it.”

you sobbed at his words as jungkook held your cheeks apart, seeing his cock slide in and out swiftly.

“fuck her harder, kook. make her cry.”

taehyung grins at jungkook, who chuckles lowly and dives harder into you until you were almost falling on taehyung.

you couldn’t breathe, your mind was blank.

you were breaking.

the only thing you were capable of was crying, not knowing if you wanted them to stop or keep going.

but you trusted them to never hurt you and you loved every second of it.

the way they made you feel so wanted… so needed.

jungkook's hand slid up your back, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your face down on taehyung's cock which made taehyung groan deeply in approval.

“she loves it.”

jungkook looks at taehyung, a brow raised.

“loves being used like this. don’t you, baby?”

you couldn’t speak, only let out a broken scream on taehyung’s cock and all your noises were adding extra stimulation to his cock.

taehyung neared his release.

“gonna cum in that mouth.” he roars.

his cock twitching against your tongue.

jungkook's thrust grew erratic, his release close as well.

“shitt i’m close.” jungkook rasps.

his cock slammed into you with a force that felt like he reached your stomach and your nails dug into taehyung's thigh.

almost drawing blood.

“gonna fill you up.”

your orgasm crashed over you almost blindingly, a tremor went through your body as you came, a wail tearing from your throat.

as your pussy milked jungkook's cock, mouth tightening around taehyung.

you couldn’t breathe so you pulled your mouth off him with a pop, breathing heavily as taehyung gripped his cock palming it.

“tongue out.”

taehyung looks at your swollen lips.

he was already close so a few strokes made him cum, his hot sticky release shooting out on your waiting tongue.

“swallow it.” he ordered.

his hand holding your head in place.

“don’t waste a drop.”

you obeyed swallowing every bit as jungkook's thrusts slowed, eventually his cum spilled inside you, coating your walls.

he grunts hands loosening their grip on your hair as he rides out his release while taehyung pats your head lovingly.

you cleaned every drop on his cock, gulping and pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to his cock before breaking.

jungkook pulled out slowly and you collapsed against taehyung's chest, your body limp and trembling.

jungkook's hands gentle now as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip.

“such a good girl. you did so well for us.”

your stomach flutters at the praise as you lean onto them, your breasts still heaving from your lack of breath.

taehyung's fingers brushed through your hair.

“look at you all fucked out but still clinging to us.”

you whimpered, your body oversensitive but taehyung's hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing through the mess of jungkook's cum dripping from your pussy.

“goddamn, look at this.”

he showed his glistening fingers to jungkook, that were coated in your and his arousal.

“she’s dripping with you, kook.”

jungkook smirked, his hand gripping your thighs spreading you wider and their touches were almost painful now.

brushing against your poor hypersensitive clit.

“such a messy little cunt.”

“took us both so well.”

before you could react taehyung's fingers slid inside you, pushing jungkook's cum back in, the sensation making you sob.

your body jerked as you tried to push his hand away but jungkook steadied you, holding you apart letting taehyung finger fuck you.

“shh, sweet girl.”

his lips brushed your ear, soothing you.

“just cleaning you up a little.”

jungkook watched feeling himself hardening again as his hand stroked his own cock.

“let’s see how much more she can take.” he slurred.

a challenge in his voice.

“get on his cock, sweetheart.”

taehyung guided your legs on top of him, his cock wasn't fully hard yet but still hard enough for it to look intimidating.

he positioned himself at your entrance, communicating with his eyes alone that he wanted you to sink down.

or you'll get punished.

your bottom lip quivered and you sank down on him with a cry, the stretch almost too much after everything.

his cock filled you completely and the position allowed him to go even deeper than jungkook.

he went deeper than you knew it was possible to reach and you felt like your body couldn’t take it.

your head spun.

taehyung groaned at the feeling of how warm and slick you felt on the inside, especially after getting railed by jungkook.

you moved shakily, his balls slapping against your folds each time you came down.

“atta girl.. ride me good.”

your hands braced against his chest, your face against his shoulder as you bite onto his skin.

your hips circling, trying different motions.

“mhmm oh, tae hahh.”

you whined on his ear which had him growling, hearing your cute little sounds was making blood rush to his dick even more.

you could feel his cock get fully rock hard inside you.

jungkook knelt beside you, his lips find your pussy spitting directly on your clit before spreading it with his fingers.

his nostrils flaring as he sees your cunt stretched on taehyung's cock and the mess of so many liquids.

it was dirty.

but it was driving all three of you completely feral with desperation.

“nghh ohh fuck fuck, jungkook i can’t—” you hiccuped.

you bite your lip to stifle a small scream but it escapes anyway as jungkook's finger rubs your clit side to side in a quick motion while you try to keep up with taehyung's cock.

you felt like you were going to die.

this is it.

taehyung watched you fall apart as his hand held you in place, before thrusting up into you until you let out quiet screams.

drooling on his chest.

jungkook's finger slid inside you alongside taehyung's cock, stretching you impossibly further and you screamed loudly which ended in a wail.

“oh god, it’s too much.”

you were shaking your head frantically even as your hips kept moving, taking as much as you can.

your tears and snot mixing together, your mouth remained parted.

you were ruined.

it was too much.

but you loved it.

taehyung's hand came down on your ass in a sharp spank making you gasp, the sting mingling with the pleasure.

“ride me harder, slut.”

he glares at you, jaw ticking.

“don’t stop until i say so.”

your hips moved faster, the friction of jungkook's finger and taehyung's cock while being so impossibly full, drive you to the edge.

jungkook on the other hand, gripped your bouncing breasts.

“she’s taking it so well… literally made for this.”

you couldn’t move anymore, too tired and jungkook moved your hips on taehyung, making sure you took him well.

using you how they wanted.

taehyung lets out low grunts at the feeling of jungkook's finger that seemed to slide against his cock with each thrust.

“fucking hell tae, she’s gonna cum again.”

jungkook snickers as you neared another orgasm, you didn’t even know how many times you even came.

how could you even release so much?

jungkook's fingers worked faster alongside taehyung's cock as they felt you getting closer.

“jungkook! taehyung!”

you chanted their names repeatedly as you squirted, letting out a loud sob from deep in your throat.

taehyung held you up, thrusting into you through your orgasm chasing his own release and came with a roar.

jungkook’s fingers didn’t stop prolonging your orgasm, until you were slapping and scratching his hand away.

they let you calm down for a bit before pulling out with a wet squelch and a hiss leaves taehyung, your pussy gaping with both their cum.

you practically fall on them.

your body limp and weak.

all of you panting heavily while trying to get back.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, your body felt like it was floating yet heavy each muscle of your body overstimulated and sore.

especially your lower region.

your breath's ragged tears still clinging to your lashes, your throat aching from taehyung's cock and screaming so much.

the air in the car was thick with the scent of sweat and sex but there was a new softness now.

a shift in the energy as jungkook and taehyung went from dominating sex beasts to something gentler.

more nurturing.

you were a mess and utterly spent.

but the way they held you made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

taehyung's arms encircled you first, his chest beneath your cheek.

his steady heartbeat grounded you while yours was thumping out of your chest, as his fingers still sticky from earlier, threaded gently through your hair.

smoothing the tangled strands with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

all three of you were sweaty and coated with several liquids already, so you didn’t care.

they made you feel loved enough to never feel disgusted or insecure about yourself.

“angel...”

taehyung presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his commanding tone from earlier gone.

“you’re okay. we've got you.”

jungkook beside you pressed himself closer, his bare chest warm against your back.

his hands now moved with deliberation, stroking comforting circles along your sides and over the marks he left on your skin.

“you were so perfect for us. i’m so proud of you.” he whispers deeply.

the praise sinking into you like a balm over your emotions, your body felt like it had been pushed to its limits.

yet in their arms you felt sated and cherished, like you could let go completely and they'd always catch you.

your face against jungkook's chest as if he were a lifeline, your fingers curling there.

the tears that had started during the roughness of the moment continued to fall, not from pain but from the release of everything you'd been holding inside.

“hey, hey.” taehyung said softly.

his hand tilts your head up, his eyes searching yours concern in their depths.

“you’re crying, princess. talk to us. you okay?”

you nodded weakly, voice trembling as you tried to find words.

“i’m okay.”

your throat tight.

“it’s just… a lot. felt so good but… i’m so overwhelmed.”

jungkook's lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“we know, sweetheart.” he murmurs.

“you took so much and you did it so well. we’re here now.”

taehyung's thumb brushed away a tear, soothing you.

his voice affectionate

“you're always so strong for us. let us take care of you now, okay?”

you nodded again, a small sob escaping as you melted into their embrace.

they shifted slightly, rearranging themselves to make you more comfortable.

taehyung guided you to sit sideways across his lap.

your legs draped over his thighs while jungkook stayed close, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

the backseat of the car felt like a cocoon now, the small space allowing you to bask in them more closely.

shielding you from the world outside.

jungkook reached into the compartment, pulling out a pack of tissues and a small bottle of water he'd stashed there earlier.

“here.” he says.

unscrewing the cap and holding the bottle to your lips.

“drink a little, okay? you need it.”

you sipped the water, the cool liquid helping with your parched throat.

your hands were still shaky so jungkook held the bottle steady, eyes soft with pride as he watched you.

“good girl, there you go.”

taehyung grabbed a tissue and began gently wiping the sweat and tears from your face.

“look at you.” he teased warmly.

“still so pretty even after we’ve wrecked you.”

you managed a small shy smile, cheeks burning at his words.

“stop.” you squeak.

you buried your face in his chest again, embarrassed by the attention.

they always did this after fucking you into oblivion—they were the sweetest in the aftercare.

the rougher the sex gets, the even better the aftercare is.

jungkook laughed, hand stroking your hair.

“don’t hide from us, we love to see you like this—all soft and clingy.”

“clingy is cute on her.”

taehyung added, fingers brushing along your jaw.

“makes me wanna hold her forever.”

they took their time cleaning you up.

jungkook used another tissue to gently wipe between your thighs, cleaning carefully not wanting to overstimulate further.

the sensation caused immediate discomfort, even the lightest touch made you jerk away and he immediately slowed.

“sorry, baby.” he frowned.

his thumb brushing on your inner thigh.

“it’s okay.”

your voice small.

“thank you.”

taehyung's hand slid under your loose bra, which was still hanging off your shoulder and he carefully removed it, setting it aside.

“let’s get you dressed properly.”

he grabbed your shirt from the floor, smoothing it out before helping you slip it over your head, pressing quick kisses to your shoulders as he adjusted the fabric.

you stayed still, letting them pamper you.

your heart full.

jungkook meanwhile, found your skirt and panties but he set the panties aside since they were way too soaked for you to wear again.

he helped you with the skirt.

once you were dressed, they turned their attention to themselves, zipping themselves and pulling their shirts on.

but even as they dressed, their focus remained on you their hands never staying far.

jungkook pulled you in his arms.

“are you feeling okay?” he insisted.

“need anything else?”

you shook your head, body relaxing against him.

“just… stay with me.”

“don’t want you to go.”

taehyung's hand found yours, fingers intertwining with yours as he squeezed.

“we’re not going anywhere.” he states firmly.

“we’ve got you.”

they held you for what felt like forever, the silence comfortable broken only by their occasional murmurs.

“you took us like a champ, baby.”

jungkook looked at you.

“you’re our everything.”

he says it as if trying to prove a point.

“don’t ever forget that.”

your heart swelled at their words, the fragility of this moment making you feel closer to them than ever.

feeling peace in their presence.

“i love you guys.”

the words slipped out before you could stop them, your eyes glassy.

a small smile tugged at taehyung's lips.

“we love you more, princess.”

jungkook leaned in, pecking your lips as he returned the words.

they always did.

eventually taehyung shifted, gently sliding you off his lap and into the seat beside jungkook.

“alright, guys.” he announced.

“i’m driving now. let’s get our girl the ice cream she loves, the biggest size of course.”

his voice carried a double meaning that made you blush, your fingers twisting as you ducked your head.

you smiled bashfully, your head resting against jungkook's shoulder, who pulled you close.

“you deserve it.”

his lips brush your hair.

the engine started as he started driving.

he drove to your favorite ice cream shop, taehyung pulls into the drive thru and ordered the largest size of your favorite flavor.

when he handed it to you, his fingers brushed yours.

“eat up, baby.” he smirks.

“gotta keep your strength up for next time.”

you took it eagerly, your eyes bright with happiness as you took a bite, moaning at how good it tasted.

“it’s that good, huh?”

jungkook asked playfully, his hand resting on your thigh.

“it is.”

you defended with a whine and they both laughed heartily, the sound filling the car with a sense of ease.

taehyung stopped the car before turning to look at you, watching how adorable you looked when you were busy sucking his cock just a few minutes ago.

“save some for us.”

jungkook teased, wiping away a bit of cream that lingered on your lips before he licked it off his finger.

his eyes locked on yours, unwavering.

you huffed, looking away even as goosebumps erupted against your skin.

at any other time it would make you aroused.

but you were too sore and tired to feel anything more, your thighs remained spread slightly, clenching them together made you wince.

they watched until you completed eating before taehyung started the car again, soon reaching your place.

taehyung parked the car near your dorm.

“are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked

his voice serious now.

“anything hurting? need us to stay with you?”

you shook your head even though you wanted them to stay because you knew if they did, you would get distracted by them once again.

and you had to study for an upcoming test, so you needed to rest now.

“i’m okay. just really tired…”

jungkook caressed your thigh.

“then you’re going to sleep well tonight.”

they walked you to your dorm as they guided you to your door, taehyung's lips pressing to yours.

“sleep tight, princess.” he murmurs.

“call us or text us if you need anything, we’ll be there yeah?”

you nod as jungkook follows, his lips capturing yours deeply taking a taste of you before letting you go reluctantly.

“you’re our girl.”

his forehead rested against yours.

“always.”

you watched them go, their figures disappearing into the night.

your body still buzzed from their intensity and adoration that lingered long after they were gone.

you crawled into bed.

your mind replayed their touches, their love as you drifted into a deep contented sleep.

a reminder of their claim stuck with you.

making you feel the safest you've ever been.

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Too Many Kisses!

Megumi was nonchalant. Calm. Composed. You, on the other hand, were loud and expressive. "Opposites attract," they said. It was cute. Your friends (and Gojo) watch as you yap about everything while Megumi listens quietly and attentively, muttering an "okay" and "mhm" every now and then. Even public displays of affection were scarce, so the mere holding of hands and pecks when you both think nobody is watching made Shoko, Yuji, and Gojo cheer in joy as if you both were a football game they were watching. It was expected from megumi, as the quiet one, to just be...chill.

Not behind closed doors. Never behind closed doors.

"Gumiiiii" You whine, trying the peel off the clingy and affectionate puppy boy on top of you. "Five more minutes," He said in between kisses, catching your lips in his again. "But you said that 30 minutes agooooo," You whine. Your lips form a pout as Megumi trails kisses to your cheek, jaw, and to your neck.

Your hands tangled in his spiky and dark hair. The sound of kisses and panting fill the room. A gasp leaves your lips when you felt Megumi suck on your neck's skin. "GUMI!!! It'll leave a mark," you whine, attempting to pry him away from you but failing miserably.

"Then we'll cover it up later," He says breathlessly before catching your lips with his again. Despite your reluctance, your eyes flutter shut and move your lips in sync with his. A enticing dance of teeth clashing, breathless sighs, and tongue. Megumi's hand stray from your cheeks to your hips, pulling you impossibly flushed to his body as if the distance is not closed enough to feel you entirely.

"I love you," Megumi whispers as he rests his forehead on yours, allowing you to finally breathe. A smile forms on your lips and you peer into his dark eyes. "I love you too, Megumi," You peck his nose and then his lips again, a pout forming on them. "What?" You laugh. "Give me a proper kiss, baby," Megumi pleads.

You laugh loudly, tipping your head back onto his pillows. "Come on, give me more," Megumi whispers inching his face to yours. "So clingy," you tease before crashing your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer to him.

Maybe Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji can wait 5 more minutes. Right?

Extra:

"They're late," Yuji pouts, stretching his legs on the bench. "They promised they'll be here an hour ago," Nobara says, annoyed. "It's okay! More sweets for us!" Gojo replies, happily munching on another box of his kikufuku. "Yah! Gojo! Shouldn't you be worried about those two! They could have been kidnapped!" Nobara nags as she points at her teacher. "Oh they'll be fineeee," Gojo waves off. "Kikufuku, anyone?" He asks, offering one of his sweet treats.