I’m going to make you push away everyone you love because you’re having a weird slightly dissociative slightly depressive largely “I don’t want to exist or talk to anyone or be perceived” episode
okay so, the other day i re-watched all season 3 of JJK and not only did i loved it all over again but i needed a similar felling reading so i dediced to write..... yes to write.....
a Neglectful Batfamily x Maki Zenin!Reader
"Rant of my IDEA/SYNOPSIS:"
My idea was that, Bruce as the playboy he is, he in his very late teens or very early twenies, in one of his travels he meets this beatutiful woman and as casually as it can be they fall in "love" BUT Reader's mom has a duty with the zenins, she is supposed to be marry Ogi Zenin, but she runs away with Bruce and He takes her to America as he decides to "settle down".
Also we are gonna refer to Reader's mom as Futatsu (process of thought here too btw)
Her name can be split in different ways and give sus diferent meanings
Fu: so 腐 (fǔ) means to rot, decay or become rotten,
Futa: is a Japanese reading associated with number two It is often used as a prefix or root for words related to two. In some specific, older, or archaic contexts, futa alone can represent the digit two.
and very good example is the word Twins, The most common way to write "twins" in Japanese is 双子 (pronounced futago).
Tatsu: "Tatsu" in Japanese most commonly means "to stand" or "to stand up" (立つ). It is a very common verb used to describe standing, rising, or being established, such as buildings being built or smoke rising.
Depending on kanji usage, "tatsu" can have other meanings:
Dragon (竜 or 龍): While "Ryu" is the common modern word, "Tatsu" is an older or alternative pronunciation for dragon.
To Depart/Leave (発つ): To leave on a trip or depart.
To Pass/Lapse (経つ): Usually refers to time passing.
To Cut/Sever (断つ/切つ): To sever, stop, or cut off.
Futatsu: (二つ/ふたつ) means "two" or "two things" in English. It is part of the native Japanese counting system (1-10) used for general objects, items, and abstract concepts, typically when no specific counter is known. It acts as a universal counter, similar to "two of something".
And i choose it this way in a form that specifically directs it as "things" because thats the way the zenins are, they see them as things, thats why when you separate the name in two Fu-Tatsu we sever that idea of two things not only beacuse of the death of one of the two but becaue know they stop just being a thing, they are beings, as the MC stands up and Departs from the ideals and the mold of their family, the Fu is beacuse at their eyes of the clan she will be rotten or that she is and to some extent she will feel like that but she'll need to work on that and the grief she will carry, Now they were two (futa), and now they are one living being.
Her name will be like that for obvious reasons of the Reader and yes HER TWIN, yes we are getting a twin..... with a bit just a tiny bit of a better relationship just a tad,
but that will be the moms name Futatsu she will be refered as Futa, Tatsu, or just Tsu
her full name is Futatsu Yuki, Yuki is the last name btw, in a full translated way her name would be "Rotten Rising Snow"
okay so continuing
Settling down was nice, adaping to the city life was a bit more complicated but with Bruce not wanting to overwhelm Futatsu they kept it low and discreet as Gotham's Reporters were too much, Somehow lets say that Futatsu accepts Bruce's life style and desicion of being The Batman (all this is after ALL of his world travels traing so up to this point he already has meet Talia and Ra's) Until one date-night they go to the circus........ and their lifes change forever. a Little boy is left orphan, and how could poor young Bruce not see a reflection of himself in tiny young Richard Grayson, they take him in he adapts to them and the butler and He also adapts to the Robin life style he himself creates, Eventually some small misunderstandings and problems star to root deep in the relationship; with Richard out of the house and becoming more stubborn and Bruce growing a bit emotionally absent problems where clear to arrive until one fateful night Bruce took a stray from the street.... 12 year old Jason Peter Todd.... against all odds the boy showed to be more independent and resourceful than first thought, which was a nice change for the couple, the boy was polite and greatful, they provided him with love, care and an education, but he seemed lonely in the big mannor, and after sometime he was heard he got a sisters sister, Maki ______ Zenin
His baby "sister", Maki _______ Wayne.
And he loved her, and she was loved, full of light, a blessing
a Family
Until it wasnt.
3 and a half years later. (maybe 4)
April 27.....
The official death day of Jason Todd Robin
The Death of the family.
After his death it all went down, a heart broken parents, a lonely child, a sad buttler......
A butler... a butler who would put his son (bruce) and the mission first.
It didn't take long for Futatsu to be done with this type of life but mostly because of Bruce's emotional unaveilability and his complete denial of the situation making her just take her things and you.
Because of this Bruce obviosly would investigate wth is going on, realizing that she went back, and that she was married/engaged making him feel betrayed and staring a "fight" for custody, which was more like the Zenin's being petty, this cuarrels lasting 1 years and a half maybe 2,
making the Reader at most 8 or 9.
during that time, Reader meets her sister Mai, their bond its nice... even so you learn that your place is not one of respect or real stability just because you were born a girl.... and to top it off you didn't have what they called cursed energy, in their eyes you both were just things, tools with a destinated purpose, yet you didn't understand why, for you it didn't really make sense...
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Okay so before continuing i want to talk about Mai's and the Maki/reader's relationship, im gonna write it as similar as jjk portraits it, just that im gonna give actual scenes of them having a sister bond, like im gonna look into it and develop it, because they were great together until she decided to go to Jujutsu High, their dynamic is very interesting and special to me.
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You and Mai are so bonded over is as a missing part of the puzzle was just found and placed in the right place, but then your mother and bruce come to a deal, half of the year you are here with your mother, and the other half with Bruce your "father".....
"Oka-san.... why can't Mai come with me?"
" [Name] we've talked about all of this."
"but....."
"Enough, it is how it is, now, be good and do not speak about her either. do you understand?"
Man, if I had a nickel everytime a fandom gets mad at black fans being upset when its revealed some of the cast of the media they consume made racist comments/jokes in the past, I'd have SO MANY nickels
Summary: You’re convinced someone is touching you in your sleep and worry that your roommates might be subjected to it next.
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
Forewarning: I wanted to experiment with writing more darker fics and this is what came about. I apologize in advance.
🛑 DEAD DOVE NOT EAT! DARK AND HEAVY THEMES AHEAD
TW: This story contains rape. Yunho and Wooyoung have been doing things to the reader in their sleep without their consent or knowledge which is rape.
Yunho & Wooyoung are not good people in this.
MORE WARNINGS : Non-con somnophilia, Non-con drugging, medical play, daddy kink, coercion, Yunho is mean, unprotected sex, mild pet play, mild breeding kink, double penetration, fear of pregnancy, reader battles with themselves for liking what’s being done to them.
Because of what this story contains I will not be using tags with just the members names. I will use tags that indicate that this will be a dark fic which will include their names but that’s all.
If you guys feel like I am missing any other warnings please let me know and I’ll update it.
This story is not a reflection of how I view Yunho or Wooyoung to be in real life. I want to make that very clear.
You have been warned about the content ahead. I am not responsible if you choose to read further after being properly informed of what this story contains. If you are uncomfortable, please click away now and block me if this is not to your taste.
I think someone is touching me in my sleep.
Your cursor blinks at you, waiting impatiently for you to click on the text body and give an explanation as to why, but you can’t stop going over the title. I think someone is touching me in my sleep. Is it too forward? Doesn’t it explain itself on its own?
No, it doesn’t. you have to.. give more details. Have to explain to dozens of strangers on the internet that, even when you don’t touch yourself, you’ve been waking up to your pussy rubbed red and raw, and thighs left sticky with your release.
You had assumed wet dreams, at first. They were rare, for you, but maybe you were just not recognizing them. Maybe you were grabbing or scratching yourself in your sleep in response to them, and then forgetting it had happened when you awoke. It would’ve been an understandable answer, and you thought it would stop if you cut your nails short and started wearing shorts to sleep.
It did. For maybe a day.
You had stumbled out of bed the next morning falling flat on your face. Both of your holes feeling used , this time, aching and stretched to their limits, and when you reached back to check, cheeks aflame— you were loose. Like some common whore, too fucked out to remember who touched you last.
You’re not a fan of casual hookups. You haven’t had a boyfriend in ages either. You haven’t been intimately touched by another person in you don’t know how long. You cross out the possibility of it being some horrible, selectively-painful STI acting up, but when the pain continues without explanation, you go to get tested anyways.
There’s nothing. You’re clean. The doctor remarks gently that you need to take better care of your genitalia, if you’re going to partake in rough sex, and you don’t have the gall to tell her that you haven’t been.
So, you think someone is touching you while you sleep.
You just don’t know who.
Your friends don’t stay over often enough to be the ones fucking with you. Seonghwa and Misty are too preoccupied with each other, anyways, to be doing something as sick as this to you. They aren’t the type.
You tick off your roommates fairly quickly, too. Yunho is beyond respectful, and Wooyoung is too sweet, too shy; they love you, take care of you like it comes naturally. They wouldn’t hurt you.
Hongjoong and Mingi rarely even spend the night in the same house as you. You don’t think they’d go through the trouble of.. Coming home to play with you for a little bit and then leaving again. Even if they weren’t both extraordinarily kind.
It’s a long going investigation, and you’ve hit another dead end. The only other person with the keys to the house and, furthermore, to your room is the landlord, and she’s an ancient woman barely clinging to life as it is. Yunho is the one that takes their rent to her every month, because the last time she tried to climb the stairs to collect it from them, she fell and broke her hip.
She wouldn’t be quick enough to hurt you like this. Wouldn’t have the strength to stretch and take from you, even if she somehow found a way up the stairs and into the house without falling and hurting herself.
None of your classmates know where you live. None of your professors, unless they’ve gone through the trouble of looking it up. You've checked time and time again around the house and in the backseat of your car for signs of a squatter, of some unknown man maybe living alongside you, but the thought of actually finding one, of confirming what had been done to you— it makes you feel ill.
You convince Yunho and Wooyoung to look under the house for you, once. Wooyoung gets inside the walls. It’s funny to watch, as they communicate from beneath the floorboards and through the plaster, but they find nothing, and you are left empty-handed and sick to your stomach.
They don’t know what’s going on. You can’t tell them. That’s what you think, when you upload the post, begging for help, for someone to point out something that you possibly missed, but the first comment instructs you to do just that.
You need to tell your roommates, It says, and your stomach turns uncomfortably. If it really is some creep living with you guys, they could be in danger.
You know they’re right. Knows that, if someone is bold enough to break in and.. Touch you, they’re probably bold enough to steal, or harm, or kill. You don’t want that for your roommates; they’re good people, good friends, and they’ve always taken care of you, always stood up for you on the off chance that you encountered someone brave enough to insult you.
You think of Wooyoung, sweet Wooyoung, falling prey to a faceless man, forced to be silent, helplessly begging for someone to come save him as he’s touched, fondled, raped . You feel dizzy, head spinning as you stumble towards Yunho’s room and knocking on the door, arms crossed over your rolling belly.
The door clicks open, and you feel relief instantly at seeing his face. Yunho is warm, all friendly smiles and casual grace when he leans against the doorframe, eyes darting down to look at your arms holding your stomach. “Hey, you need some Tylenol or something?”
You blink dumbly for a moment, lost, and then shake your head, releasing your stomach . “No, It’s–It’s not that. Can I come in?”
Yunho opens the door wider without a word, letting you duck under his arm and shutting it behind him. You go straight for the bed, ignoring the swell of affection that hits you when you recall sleeping here on your worst days, snuggling up to Yunho and letting him talk until the pain went away, your first friend in this whole godforsaken city.
You collapse into it. Yunho’s huff of laughter is soft, when he sits down on the bed beside you, patting your back reassuringly. He knows you like the back of his hand. Knows you’ll talk when you’re ready, that you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t going to eventually.
The majority of the wait is just you trying to find some way to word it without sparking any uncalled for panic. “I think someone is getting into the house.”
Yunho rubs your back, but he tenses up, turning his head to look at you. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” Even now, your hips ache and burn when you roll onto your side, Yunho’s hand shifting to pet your side instead. You sigh, covering your face. “You’ve gotta listen to me, okay? It’s gonna sound nuts.”
Yunho frowns at you, but bites down whatever smart remark that obviously wants to come out. He nods once, squeezing your waist in tandem, and you ignore the pleasant warmth that it spreads. Your breath shudders out of you as if squeezed out by some great weight.
“I think.. Someone is touching me in my sleep. And I know it’s not my friends, and I know it’s not you or Wooyoung, so..” Tears prick at your eyes, because you feel crazy, feel stupid and dramatic, but God , it feels good to get it out. “I-I don’t know what to do , Yunho. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m always left aching, and–and I’m too embarrassed to go to a doctor, ‘cause I’m sure they could get DNA or whatever, but.. But what if it’s not really.. That ? What if I’m just, I dunno, hurting myself? I’d look insane.”
Yunho is quiet for a long moment, still rubbing your side down to your hip, soothing. You bury your face in the duvet and wait, trying to calm down, ignoring the insistent throbbing of your hole.
“I think,” Yunho says at length, still petting reassuringly. “You need to see a doctor. Whatever it is, it could cause permanent damage. If it is.. A person, you need to make sure you haven’t been given anything.”
“No STIs.” Your voice is muffled against the mattress. “Already got tested. Just hurts a lot. I don’t know what to do.”
Yunho’s hand stills. You look up at him.
His expression is oozing concern, brows furrowed and lips pursed, as he meets your eyes with a soft sigh. “If you’re really too embarrassed to go to a doctor, I can..”
It wouldn’t be the first time Yunho had helped you with something like this. He had helped all of you, at some point; it was handy, having a doctor in training living in the same house. Yunho was good at being professional, when he needed to be.
You mull it over for a long minute, and then give him a small nod of consent before rolling onto your back. Yunho’s hand falls away and you hook your thumbs in your shorts, shimmying out of them and letting your legs fall flat against the bed.
Yunho hisses sympathetically at the sight of your red skin, standing and going around to collect gloves and his little first-aid kit. “Jesus, Y/N.”
“Yeah.” your hole throbs, stretched uncomfortably no matter which way you shift your legs, and when Yunho returns and kneels before you, you scoot to the edge and spread them obediently with a little whimper.
“I know.” Yunho’s voice is full of pity. His gloved hand connects with your hole and you jump, muttering an apology as Yunho smears something into the skin. “This should help with the pain. You’re really torn up.”
“Feels like it.” Yunho’s fingers circle your hole to spread the stuff and you try to ignore the heat coiling in your belly, staring at the ceiling. It doesn’t help that you’ve been too damn sensitive to even get yourself off, lately. “Sorry if I’m, uh..”
“There was this older guy once. First prostate exam I ever gave.” There’s something soothing to Yunho’s voice, something so casual and calm, that has you shutting your eyes to sag against the bed, relaxing. Whatever Yunho put on you works quickly, numbing everything down to a dull ache, and it’s the first sense of relief that you’ve had in days. “He came all over the fucking bed. I had to clean it up. It was so gross. So, like, don’t worry about it. Nobody can top that.”
You laugh, eyes half-lidded when he warns that he’s going to put a finger in. You inhale sharply, both at the sting and at the feeling of another person touching you, and go to turn your head into the comforter again, breathing deeply.
Yunho stills with his finger still halfway in. “Too much?”
“‘S okay.” God, you sound wrecked. Yunho already deals with enough weirdos on a daily basis, he doesn’t need this. You clear your throat, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking down at him. “Just sensitive. Do what you need, don’t worry about me.”
“It’s kind of bad ethics to not worry about your patient.” Yunho slides the rest of his finger in and wiggles it experimentally and you trap a sudden gasp in your throat, tipping your head back. Yunho gently pushes your leg out of the way as it tries to close around his hand and you find yourself mortified. “You sure you’re okay?”
Yunho’s thumb brushes over your engorged clit as he tries to put your leg back into place, and you spasm. Your voice comes out reedy. “Fine. How’s it look?”
Yunho is quiet. He spreads you open with two fingers, crooking his fingers every now and then, seemingly searching. You press your hands into your face and try to ignore every shock of pleasure when Yunho brushes too close to your clit. Your legs jolt and nearly take him out, once.
“You’ve definitely got some tearing.” Yunho’s fingers finally slip out, and you purse your lips together, because you don’t want to stop, you want Yunho to touch you, to finger you, to fuck you. Your entire core pulses with heat and you’re positive Yunho can see you getting wet, can feel it, but he’s polite enough not to mention it. “And you’ve been penetrated recently. This.. isn’t good. I think you should stay somewhere else, for a few days. Wooyoung and I will look around the house again. Maybe we missed something.”
Your stomach rolls at the thought of being touched while vulnerable. Touched by some stranger, some freak living in their house. It makes you feel sick to your stomach, makes your head pound, but Yunho is rubbing absently at your hip, knuckles brushing up against your sensitive clit every now and then, and your legs are shaking.
“Yunho,” you choke out, eventually, and then sigh, head hitting the mattress. “Can’t I just stay with you?”
“Sure. I’ve always got extra room.” Yunho’s thumb presses against your clit with so much pressure that you jerk, gasping, startled. “You’re really swollen, baby. I don’t think that’s normal.”
You’re turned on. You’re so fucking turned on, of course you’re swollen, you want to say. Yunho rubs absently at your clit making your hips twitch helplessly, chasing the friction, the pleasure spiking now that the pain is so numbed.
“Yunho” Yunho is watching you, something clinical in his gaze, and you avoid it, groaning. Your hips roll upwards and Yunho holds his fingers firm obligingly, waiting. “Yunho, can you…”
Yunho wets his lips, eyes dropping down to his hand. He shifts it, gloves rubbing the wrong way on your skin for a moment, and props his fingers up at your hole. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Your body parts around them easily, takes two, three fingers like it’s nothing, and, latently, you hate yourself for being so stretched out, so eager. But Yunho is warm and handsome and maybe you have nurtured a crush on him since you first started rooming together, and when he curls his fingers, it’s with purpose. “Ah, ah, yeah. There, please, I’m—”
Yunho digs his thumb into your clit, rubbing almost an edge too hard, and you shout, thrashing, legs falling down around Yunho’s shoulders as you cum. Yunho fingers you through it, working them down to two, and then one, and then nothing, only his thumb circling your sore clit, winding you down.
It’s almost too much, an added edge to the already overwhelming sensitivity, but Yunho’s heat transfers even through the gloves, and you can’t help but to close around his hand, fingers rushing down to hold it there. Yunho waits patiently as you hump against his hand, shy, clit throbbing with the abuse.
You could get off again. And again, and again, and again, Yunho is so pretty, so warm and kind and real.
But you can’t. The embarrassment rushes up on you, as you grind against Yunho’s hand one more time before you slowly release him, falling back into bed and covering your face with your hands. Yunho’s palm rests on your pussy, feeling but not suggesting, and you try to ignore how nice it feels, the heat.
“Sorry.” you mumble, and Yunho finally, finally pulls his hands away.
It feels awkward, you feel awkward, but yunho is perfectly casual as he rises, stripping off his gloves and going for the hand sanitizer on his nightstand. You close your legs and try to remember where you threw your shorts, and Yunho comes back to you with a little pink jar.
“Try using this. It stains, so you’ll have to wear a hygienic liner, but it should help with the pain and the tearing.” Yunho picks your shorts up off the floor and tosses them at your head, and you grumble, pulling them off just in time for Yunho to sit down, resting a hand on your belly. “You okay, Y/N?”
You peek out from behind your shorts, cheeks warm. Yunho is soft in his jeans, unflushed and unaffected, and as much as that punches your confidence down, makes you feel unattractive or unwanted—the way Yunho pets your belly, the soft sort of look on his face, has your stomach in knots.
You nod. Yunho smiles and your heart jumps. “Thank you, Yunho.”
“Anytime. I’m just glad it’s not too serious.” Yunho leans down, stamping a kiss on your forehead, making you grin behind your shorts. Yunho rubs your arm and your shoulder. “You can stay here tonight. I’m gonna go get Woo and sweep the house.”
You nod obediently and Yunho rises, patting his knees and walking out of the room. As soon as he’s gone, you sag into the bed, sighing.
You feel safe. For the first time in a while, you feel safe.
And, oh God, how you wished that would’ve lasted.
“Thanks,” you say when Wooyoung hands you your mug of tea, a nightly ritual for you both. Yunho is still out at work and Hongjoong and Seonghwa popped in briefly earlier that day before disappearing; this late, it’s dark and peaceful, and Wooyoung is a nice person to just exist with. “Yunho said you put a new lock on my door. Thank you.”
Wooyoung ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “It should hold up. It’s the same one I’ve got on my door.”
And Wooyoung’s room was damn near impenetrable. You rest your head on his shoulder as Wooyoung sits down, pleased.
“You went out with Mingi the other day, right? See anyone you liked?” Wooyoung brings his drink to his lips, cheeks red, and you watch him with a grin. He’s always been an easy fluster, but he’s sweet; it fits him. “Ohh. You did . Scandalous.”
“It was this girl I knew in high school. It was super awkward.” Wooyoung’s grimace is uncomfortable when he sets his mug down and leans back into the couch, shoulder carefully stiff so as to not disturb you. “The last time I saw her, she spilled chemicals all over my clothes. I got burns ‘n’ everything. I think she was just scared I was gonna get my revenge, now.”
You snort. You squeeze Wooyoung’s bicep appreciatively and Wooyoung makes a strangled sound. “You should’ve. What an ass.”
“Not worth my time.” he shrugs, folding his hands in his lap. “Besides, I.. Sort of, uhm, already have someone I’m interested in. I don’t think I wanna go out with Mingi next time.”
You sit straight up, curious, but Wooyoung avoids your gaze. You take another swallow of your drink to hide your smile, and then lean into Wooyoung’s side, humming.
“Well,” you coo, and Wooyoung bats your hand away when you reach around to tickle under his chin. “How’s it going with her?”
“I’ve—We’ve , uh.. Slept together, a few times.” Wooyoung fidgets and you lean back, concerned that you’ve crossed a line, that you’ve made Wooyoung genuinely uncomfortable. Wooyoung shrugs. “That’s about it. She doesn’t know that I like her. I.. think she likes someone else.”
You set your drink down, taking one hand to Wooyoung’s back and rubbing reassuringly. “Sorry, Woo. I wasn’t trying to be an ass.”
“‘S okay.” It’s not, but Wooyoung would never say that. He shakes his head. “I heard her with, uh, someone else. And they’re really close, too, so… Yeah.”
You pet his back. You aren't sure what to say for a long minute, mulling over it, but then you drape your arm over the back of his neck and pull him into a hug.
“I know it sounds dumb,” you pet his hair, combing your fingers through it in the way that has Wooyoung melting against you. “But she really is missing out. You’re wonderful.”
Wooyoung’s face is so warm that you can feel it burning through your shirt. “Thanks, Y/N.”
“Don’t beat yourself up on it. You’re not lesser or anything. You’re an amazing person, anyone would be lucky to have you.” You squeeze his arm when you part, offering up a smile, and Wooyoung is grinning giddily, head tucked to his chest. “You’re just great, Wooyoung.”
“Thanks.” Wooyoung repeats. You pat his head, battling the sudden wave of exhaustion that hits you. Wooyoung watches you curiously, eyes darting to the clock on the TV stand, lips pursed. “You’re tired already?”
“Long day.” The weight of finally telling someone, of sharing the burden you’ve been shouldering for some few months— it must have hit you harder than you thought. You lean into the couch back, humming, and when Wooyoung prods curiously at your thigh, you don’t question it. “I might turn in early, Woo. You okay on your own?”
Wooyoung’s cheeks puff out adorably. “I’m not a little kid.”
“Huh? Really? But look at these cheeks.” You reach out and manage to grab a fingerful before he grumbles and moves away. You grin.
“Go to bed.” he mumbles, burying his face in his hands, embarrassed. “Tell me how the lock fits.”
You pat him on the head as you go by, adoring. Back when Wooyoung moved in, he had barely been able to look you in the eye, had carried all his bags and furniture in by himself because he was too shy to ask for help; You’re really happy with the progress, with the friendship you’ve built so far.
Wooyoung is too sweet for his own good. You’re glad that he came to you and Yunho before he fell in with anyone worse.
Nothing stops the cold touch of fear that rolls over you when you enter your room, throwing both locks behind you and pushing your desk chair up against the knob for good measure. You still feel the violation, the shame and anger, the terror that comes with the unknown; you double check under the bed and in the closet and even find yourself shifting your desk away from the wall just to make sure that there’s absolutely nothing behind it.
There’s nothing. You’re safe. Yunho said he’d handle it, and you trust him. You trust Wooyoung’s word for the lock and the security on the windows, too. You trust them to keep you safe, especially now that they know.
You fumble through making your bed, praising every God you know for blessing you with Jeong Yunho and his impeccable taste in laundry detergent. By the time you’re finished, you barely have the energy to stumble towards the lightswitch and back into bed.
It’s warm. Everything smells nice. You kick your shorts off and spread your aching legs, considering for a long moment before you roll onto your back and swipe the wet wipes off the nightstand. The ointment Yunho had given you had worked wonders, and even as you wipe it off, you feel better. Healed.
Among many other things. Your clit swells up and throbs even as you run the wipe over it, intent on getting the ointment off so you can fuck yourself to sleep.
God. It’s been so long. Phantom hands skate over your skin still, Yunho’s touch lingering when you part your thighs, sliding his fingers across your hips, skirting around your clit. You hold your hand in place with the other wrapped around your wrist, grinding up against your hand, whimpering breathily,
And then you pass out.
The initial blackout is so sudden that you assume the voices aren’t real, when you first start to stir.
“..pretty, pretty thing.” It says, and you feel the ghost of pressure breaching your entrance. You squirm, sighing through your nose when that dislodges it. There’s a confused whimper, somewhere, and your brow furrows, because it’s a little too clear for how lucid you’re becoming. Sleep still claws at your eyelids, and you huff, rolling your head to the side and trying to fall back asleep.
The voices won’t stop, though. “Did you use a smaller dose? She’s not usually this active.”
“S-Same as always.” Heavy panting. The feeling of your heavy legs being shifted and pushed around. “Didn’t–Didn’t drink all ‘f it. Thought it’d be f.. Ugh , fine.”
Something pushes into you, making your sore pussy throb even more, and you cry out at the intrusion, twisting away, eyes flying open. Your knees are pushed all the way to your chest, hips protesting at the angle, and you squirm, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, terrified.
Wooyoung is on top of you. Wooyoung is on top of you, hands behind your knees, pretty eyes huge with alarm.
Wooyoung is fucking you.
Your mouth opens, aiming for a scream but all that comes out is a strangled gurgle instead. Wooyoung is frozen, expression wide open in shock, and You twist your knees uselessly, trying to kick him off.
He doesn’t budge. Your voice breaks on a sob.
Yunho appears behind him, looking alarmed, and your stomach curls with relief.
“Yunho,” you garble, desperate, trying to thrash out of Wooyoung’s hold. Wooyoung deflates against him, whimpering, and you sob when you feel him shift, feel his cock sliding further in, making you cry out more. Yunho will help you, Yunho will get him off, Yunho is always there for you. “Yunho, help me, please, please— ”
Yunho runs his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. You grab at his arm desperately, crying.
“Stupid boy.” He mutters, and pulls Wooyoung back by the hair, sneering at his sad, pained little noise. “Of course it wasn’t enough. Look at her. She’s wide awake.”
“Sorry, hyung.” Wooyoung mumbles, and rocks his hips forward in shallow little thrusts. You lay there in shock, still, your entire body jolting further up the bed every time Wooyoung humps against you.
Yunho pats his head again, this time more gently. Meeting your gaze with a sweet little smile. “Good morning, angel.”
Your skin feels cold. Wooyoung speeds up against you when Yunho's hand trails down his spine, sweaty skin sticking to his, desperate little noises punched out of him with every push. He sounds so pretty. So desperate. You feel yourself clenching down on his length at the sight.
The thought hits you with the same effect as running your head into a brick wall, He’s raping you and you shout, putting your hands on Wooyoung’s shoulders and shoving at him, drawing your feet back to kick at whatever flesh you can reach.
One of your feet connects. Wooyoung flinches hard enough to fall out, staring down at his cock and whimpering sadly, like he’s not sure what happened. Yunho clicks his tongue.
“Look at her,” He croons, sliding his hand over Wooyoung’s shoulder, delicate. He reaches down with the other, stroking Wooyoung’s hard cock even as you scramble up into the corner of the bed, sobbing. “It’s okay, puppy. She was just surprised.”
Wooyoung turns his head into Yunho’s neck, pleased, rolling his hips up into Yunho’s grip. You watch it, horrified, yet turned on as you watch as Wooyoung’s eyes flutter open and closed back and forth in pleasure. Your cunt aches with the morbid need to fill the sudden emptiness again.
You’re not sure what’s going on with your body. You're not supposed to be aroused by the scene in front of you. You're not supposed to be missing the feeling of Wooyoung’s cock sliding into you.
You don’t want this. This is wrong.
Yunho looks at you, smiling, and your heart freezes in your chest. “I’m sure Y/N wants to come back. Right? Wants to be a good girl for us.”
Your voice comes out hoarse, broken in your throat. “Fuck you.”
Yunho clicks his tongue again, and you’re terrified, shoving yourself flat against the wall when he stands. He comes around the bed and you eyeball the door, breathing hard, wondering if you can make it past both of them and out of the house without being caught.
Are the consequences worse if you are caught? What if you don’t try at all? Will they kill you? Hold you hostage? You have to try. You have to.
You dive off the bed and Wooyoung whines after you, pawing at your ankle as it goes by. You try to stand, try to force yourself onto your feet and run, but your legs are already weak, your very bones weighed down with exhaustion, and when you try to stand up, your vision swims.
And you come to realize, as you collide with the floor, that you’ve been drugged.
“Look at that,” There’s a condescending bite to Yunho’s voice, even as he ushers Wooyoung off the bed and onto the floor. “She’s presenting all pretty for you, pup. Come on, make our good girl feel good.”
You throw your arms out, clawing at the floor, trying desperately to drag yourself out of the room, but Wooyoung is heavy and fast and mounts you like it's nothing, both hands fitting around your waist and pushing you harder against the floor.
His cock slides in easy, slick with the horrifying wetness that drips out of your own traitorous body. You whimper, shaking apart against the floor in not pain but in pleasure as Wooyoung fucks into you ruthlessly, chasing the orgasm that’s been building for however long you been asleep.
You can't move. You're alone. Alone with your two roommates that have, apparently, been doing this to you in your sleep for—for long enough that your body has started to open up and let him in without any resistance.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung starts to choke out, pretty voice desperate and breathy, hips kicking hard up into you. A splinter digs into your palm where it rests flat on the floor, mind lost somewhere on your way to attempt another escape of trying not to enjoy what’s happening to you. Wooyoung grabs you by the hips, fucking so hard that he keeps stumbling and shoving too deep in, so hard that you can feel him hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Hyung, hyung, can I-”
“Go ahead.” Yunho’s voice is gentle, so sweet and allowing. You turn your head, biting your lip as you hide your face into your arm to not let a sound of pleasure slip out. You shouldn’t be liking this but the way Wooyoung is pounding into you has you biting your lip to not cry out and beg for more. Yunho is sitting on his desk chair, arms crossed, watching. His jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped and his cock bulges out of them through his boxers, as silent tears stream down your face, head knocking against the floor when Wooyoung throws his full weight on top of you and bucks his hips wildly. “My good puppy. Give your kitty all your cum. She wants it.”
You don’t. You don’t. You do. You do. You cry out when Wooyoung drags you back onto his cock, holding you there as he cums, despite you trying to have some dignity to try to attempt to escape again.
He can’t cum inside. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t. You don’t want to be pregnant. You’re not ready for that yet.
But who’s to say he hasn’t been coming inside of you already? This might just be your first time being lucid for it while it happens.
Something about that thought has you clamping down on his dick inside of you and you sob feeling disgusted with yourself.
“Look at her whine,” Yunho coos, as Wooyoung collapses on top of you, you flatten against the floor, feeling nothing but numbness as you feel Wooyoung release inside of you. “Did such a good job, baby. Gonna have lots of pups.”
A barely audible “Ngh” leaves you as your eyes squeeze shut, pressing your cheek into the floor.
“You took the puppy so well, pretty girl.”
You let out a weak moan as Wooyoung rocks into you tentatively and your stomach coils when you realize that Wooyoung is, in fact, still hard. Still fucking into you, hips rolling in weak little circles. Trying to get you fucking pregnant, because raping you in your sleep wasn’t enough.
Your body sags, and Yunho makes a pleased sound that cuts you to your very core. “There we go. Sit back and enjoy it, baby. I can tell you like this.”
Wooyoung bucks into you more obviously, now, and Yunho comes around, patting his head. Wooyoung keens under the attention, practically purring, fucking up into you like you’re nothing more than a warm hole. “Do you want her mouth instead, baby?”
Wooyoung grinds to a stop, thinking, and then shakes his head, turning his face into Yunho’s hand. Yunho’s laugh is fond. “What about her ass?”
You shake apart on the floor, terrified. What else had they done to you? What else had they been doing? How long has this been going on? How long had they planned this?
You had been having coffee nights with Wooyoung since you moved in, years ago. So God only knows when this sick game started.
“Want pups.” Wooyoung thrusts up against you, reaching around to pat your pussy as if he needs to prove the point. “Just want to give her puppies, hyungie.”
“My sweet little pup.” Yunho kisses his temple, and Wooyoung wraps his arms around you with renewed strength, pulling back so that you’re forced to sit on his cock, legs spread over his thighs. You choke, humiliated, but when you try to drop your hands to cover your pussy, Wooyoung pries your hands away.
Yunho squats down in front of you, head cocked. You can’t close your legs, can’t cover yourself; you’re helpless under the appraising eye that Yunho gives you, squeezing your eyes shut tight, fumbling out a prayer that you don’t really believe in.
“Let’s move her to the bed again, pup. Wanna get comfortable.” Yunho reaches out, cupping your face, and You can feel the tears of betrayal as they collide with his hand, a desperate shudder works through you because as much as you hate this, some fucked up part inside of you can’t help but like it. Yunho is so warm, so gentle and sweet as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours and kissing you deep. You hate this, You hate this, You hate this , but.
But Yunho feels so good. So, so good. He licks into your mouth, and your knees tremble, eyes slitting open to look.
He’s so handsome. So pretty and soft. One of his palms presses flat against your belly, sliding down to your pelvis, fingertips closing around your clit, and you spasm. It’s aching and swollen up, soaked in your own wetness, and Yunho’s fingers send a jolt of electricity all the way up your spine; Wooyoung moans into your neck when you tighten up, gasping, and sagging in between them.
“There we go.” Yunho is crooning, petting over your clit almost mindlessly, his other hand sliding around to cup your nape. You whimper helplessly and Yunho kisses your throat. “Sometimes you’ve just gotta loosen ‘em up a little, puppy. Come on, let’s move.”
Wooyoung pulls back obediently, and you choke when he slides out, Yunho’s whole palm slipping under you to cup your cunt, fingers slipping back into your cunt. Your stomach rolls with it, the sick of what’s happening to you, the terror fading away the harder that Yunho rubs up against your spongy walls; he plants his fingers firmly inside and then wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up, manhandling you onto the bed and then into Wooyoung’s lap.
“You really are such a pretty thing.” He whispers against your nape, fingers sliding out only for Wooyoung’s cock to prod its way back into you. Wooyoung wraps both hands around you and you fall forward, palms flat against his chest, pushing yourself up. You’re so sore, so tender, but Yunho’s hand creeps back around to touch you and you sigh through your nose, legs shaking on either side of Wooyoung’s hips.
Wooyoung’s hands slide down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading like they’re made of dough. He bumps into Yunho and grumbles, and Yunho pulls away, watching Wooyoung pull your asscheeks apart and expose you.
You tremble. You know what’s being offered, what’s about to happen, but.
There is no escape. And if there was, where would you go? You’ve built your life with them. Around them.
It’s better to just.. Go with it. The fight had left you long ago and it was starting to feel good for you no matter how hard you tried to deny it.
“That’s my girl,” Yunho says as he sees the look in your eyes. “Just enjoy it baby.” Yunho digs a thumb into your hole on Wooyoung’s next thrust in and you whine softly. Yunho makes a curious sort of sound. “Wish you could get wet here, too.”
You don’t get a moment to breathe. Yunho barely has to move, barely has to gesture before Wooyoung is fumbling behind you, tossing him a half-empty bottle of lube.
“You’ve been good today.” Yunho purrs, and the sound of the cap clicking open is so loud that you flinch. “So you get some of this. Keep being good and we’ll use it next time, too, okay?”
Next time. Next time, next time, next time .
The defeat sinks into your very bones. You mouth dryly at Wooyoung’s collarbone for a moment, trying to hear over the ringing in your ears. Your voice comes out in a whisper. “Okay.”
Yunho pets your back, giving you whispers of encouragement as he warms up the lube between his fingers and begins to prod and stretch out your hole. Wooyoung’s lips find yours, trying to distract you from the stretch as small whimpers tumble from your lips.
You are no stranger to anal, but it’s been years since you’ve done it on your own, much less with another person and never with another person already inside of you. You try to sit up, try to pull back and look, but Yunho pushes you down with a hand on the small of your back, reprimanding.
“Stay still.” There’s an edge to his voice. You freeze, clenching, and Yunho sighs. “We were almost done. Don’t do that again.”
You swallow hard. Wooyoung bucks up very carefully as he starts to harden again, and your pussy is already rubbed raw with the friction, already starting to ache beyond what’s acceptable. But you don’t protest. You couldn’t if you wanted.
Yunho stretches you open on just those two fingers, for a while but when he starts to pull them out you panic.
“Wait.” You plea, turning your head but not your body, obedient. “Wait, please, I can’t– I–need another, I can’t–”
“Want me to stretch you some more?” It makes your stomach ache, shame crawling beneath your skin, pulling it so taut that it feels like you need to escape from it. “Wanna be Daddy’s little rapedoll? Say it.”
You wet your lips. Wooyoung, below you, has gone from thrusting to curling as tightly as he can around you, seemingly just basking in the closeness, in the warmth of your pussy around his cock.
“I’m–“ your stomach turns not wanting to repeat something so vile. The normalcy that you knew before this has torn away, ripped from your grasp, and you’re left with the fact that your roommates are raping you. And have been, apparently, for a very long time. And that you’ve come to accept it and find a small piece of enjoyment from it. “I’m.. Daddy’s little rapedoll.”
It stings coming out. You swallow several times, shutting your eyes and trying to ignore the hum of approval coming from Yunho as he pats your ass approvingly.
“Good girl. Smart girl.”
“Please,” Your breath catches in a sob. Wooyoung nuzzles at your throat, almost comforting, but you feel ready to crawl out of your skin.
“Tell me how much you want Daddy to rape you,” Yunho’s voice is whisper soft, lips trailing along the back of your neck. “Say it. Beg for it, angel.”
“Please rape me, Daddy” It’s barely a broken whisper, head pressed to Wooyoung’s chest, tears rolling down to the tip of your nose. “Please rape me. W-Want Daddy to.. To rape me.”
Yunho groans, loud and long, and then presses the nozzle of the lube bottle directly to your hole. It’s freezing cold and it feels unnatural going in, but it’s better, much better knowing that you’re going to be properly prepped. Yunho spares no time, fucking his fingers back in fast, as you whimper at the stretch.
Yunho spreads his fingers a few more times taking extra care to do long drags before pulling his fingers out swiftly and positioning his cock at your hole.
His cock breaches your hole and you gasp, falling forward into Wooyoung’s chest, hips arching up in response.
Yunho’s arms fold around your waist, one hand slipping down to cup your cunt, fingers spreading around Wooyoung's cock. His palm rests on your clit, and you rub up against it, desperate for anything to distract you from his cock pushing inside of you.
He slides in to the hilt, and your ass trembles and clenches around him, trying spastically to close around Yunho's cock, to force him out.
Being filled from both ends like this clouds your mind, a trail of drool makes its way out of your mouth as you try to relax your muscles to accommodate both cocks that impale you.
You’re crushed between them, gasping helplessly, and Wooyoung whimpers when Yunho rocks his hips a little, testing.
It’s too much. It’s hurts. You can’t move. But it feels so good all at the same time.
“So fucking tight, shit.” Yunho’s fingers rub around your clit, distracted but firm. It feels good. It feels better than nothing. You thrust into it and Yunho and Wooyoung both move with you, groaning. “So good. Such a good rapedoll for Daddy.”
Wooyoung mouths wetly at your chin, and you turn your head, accepting the kiss numbly. You don’t reciprocate as much, as your mouth falls open. You’re too distracted by the repeated thrusts given by Yunho as his dick drags along your walls. Your eyes flutter between open and closed as Wooyoung sucks sloppily at your tongue.
You couldn’t even go to the police, at this point. What would you say? That your roommates raped you and you laid down and took it like a slut? They wouldn’t believe you.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung gasps, bucking up once, twice, and then planting his feet flat on the bed and thrusting up firmly. You sputter. Yunho grunts. Wooyoung doesn’t stop. “Hyung, hyungie, please, pleasepleaseplease–“
“Go on, puppy.” Yunho mounts you, one hand forcing your shoulder down and the other fixed on your clit, rubbing as fast as he can. “Give her your pups. Stuff her nice and full.”
Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You are fucked dumb and silent between them, drooling stupidly onto Wooyoung’s chest, and Wooyoung slides hands down to the bridge of your thighs and ass, digging his nails in and thrusting hard.
It’s too much. Yunho humps against you with an easy, unmatched rhythm, fingers still working your clit, and your protests are overridden with desperation, a bonfire building in your belly every time they thrust and rub up against the right spots in tandem, Yunho’s hands never stopping.
Too much. It’s too much. Your mouth opens, a warning short on your tongue, but it never makes it out in time; you’re cumming, all over Yunho’s hand and Wooyoung’s belly all at once, squirt spraying all the way up to Wooyoung’s chest. Wooyoung gasps violently and throws his head back, jamming his hips up once more, hard, and cumming with a strangled moan, fingernails digging into your thighs.
Yunho pulls you off of Wooyoung and forces your face down against the mattress, pulling free of your ass and sliding right into your cunt, unbothered by Wooyoung’s mess, by the way your squirt still drips and mixes in with it.
He fucks into you, hard. You cry out moaning at the harsh thrusts as whiny pleas leave your mouth but you’re afraid to think about what for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? For him to cum inside you deep and fill you up with pups just as Wooyoung did?
Wooyoung is still gasping for air, and Yunho is letting out short, breathy moans, now, and with every thrust inside of your pussy, you feel like you are on cloud 9 with the shock of pleasure his cock brings you.
You feel used and your bones feel like jelly and it hits you again so suddenly that you’re being raped. You shouldn’t be– It shouldn’t feel this good. You shouldn’t be clenching around his cock like this praying that he will cum inside of you.
But it’s so good, fuck, it’s so good.
Yunho curls around you when he cums, elbows hitting the mattress beside your head, rolling his hips lazily against yours, teeth digging into the tender join of your neck and shoulder. You whimper, helpless, but raise your head just a little, accepting the doting kiss that Yunho gives you, hips twitching hard as he empties out right into Wooyoung’s mess.
You’re so full. So sticky and disgusting. You melt into it, eyes shut, breathing deeply as you relax into it.
It wasn’t that bad, anyways.
Yunho kisses the side of your head. Wooyoung rolls his way over, needy, trying to wedge his way between you both; Yunho’s cock gives an interested little twitch as he pulls out, but he does nothing about it, curling one leg around you and layering himself over your back, instead.
His teeth catch onto your ear. You’re too exhausted to do anything more than shudder. “You’re gonna be good for us, right?”
Wooyoung tucks his head right up under yours, eyes huge and adoring, and your stomach turns slightly. Do you really have a choice? You have nowhere else to go.
It wasn’t that bad. You trust them.
“Yeah.” you whisper, and they crowd around you like a shell, suffocating despite the space you still have. “I’ll be good.”
I think someone is touching me in my sleep.
Posted 12:56 PM by lovergirl90.
5 replies ⬎
gameboyyh91 : You need to tell your roommates. If it really is some creep living with you guys, they could be in danger.
roseyrocket : are you absolutely sure it’s not your roommates??
pradayou : @ lovergirl90 it’s been a year, but, are u ok
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Rejoice! I finally created a playlist solely dedicated to this multiverse. Though it’s not perfect, I did the best I could. Per usual there won’t be spoilers from me, but this WILL serve its purpose by the time I finish the upcoming chapters.
Thus far, I’ve charted a course for six seasons for Paean of the Stars—with segments divided by their respective openings and endings. I shared some of the songs I used for my pieces here too, but I’ve yet to include the songs from the special chapters posted and to be.
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Paean of the Stars @stellaaerrantis @paeanofthestars
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i picked my four most beloved characters to write for this year, so i’m so sorry if your favorite character is missing! however, below, on october 24th, you’ll also be led to a post where you can VOTE for who the final fic will be written about. on top of that, the prompt for the final fic will be whichever comment that gets the most likes ୨୧ so, keep your eyes peeled throughout october for each new work! i hope you enjoy this year’s kinktober as much as i’ve enjoyed putting it together.
please read the tags on the fics.
🕷 oct 1. dennis whitaker - dacryphilia / cockwarming ♱
