What's your opinion in the scenario that someone has been shrunk and they happen to have a friend who is a bit chubby. The tiny friend asks if it's okay to climb onto their friend, and they gladly accept. They happen to climb on their friend's enormous tummy and notices that it's bouncy as they lose their balance. They experiment a little and bounce, not too hard, but a enough where it tickles. The tiny friend notices their giggles, which causes them to bounce more, and they proceed to tickle them until they are exhausted. Later on, a loud grumble is heard, practically an earthquake to the tiny friend. Let's just hope their big friend isn't hungry for them.

My OPINION is that you are knocking my SOCKS off oh my GOD. HI. HELLO. I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT

Min0rs/pr0ship/"SFW only" DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

How to train your dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: dom bottom!reader and subtop!zhongli YEEAAAAH WE DOING THIS BABES. Collaring/Leash. pet play. primal play. praise kink. bit of shibari at the start. oral on reader.Zhongli has dragon features (horns/tail/tongue) but only 1 dick this time tho//hit.

notes: I ABSOLUTELY BLAME @zhxngii BECAUSE SHE AWAKENED MY INNER DOM. I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD DOM??? //HIT also @silentmoths bc together we brainrotted this idea I am so fucking WEAK for petplay dcbhbchjkancjak //rabid horny crys noises.

Light breathy moans escape your lips as you shift slightly against the bed headboard, back arching and biting your lip at the heated pleasure.

Your spread legs twitch a little as you groan, right hand tugging just slightly at the leash held in it. "Hng... fuck, t-that's a good boy..."

The pull of the collar around Zhongli's neck makes him press even closer against your pussy, licking and sucking more insistently at your wet folds. Long hair cascading down his back, though some strands drape around his shoulders and tickle at your skin.

You keen, free hand gripping so hard at the bed covers your knuckles turn white. The man buried between your legs dives in with as much raw passion as a certain determination. With his arms tied behind his back, Zhongli tilts his head for a better angle and his nose presses against your mound, sinful long tongue drawing wet stripes along your core and flicking at your clit, teasing the little pearl and earning him more of your sweet sounds.

The sight, coupled with the hot, wet slide of Zhongli's mouth steadily surrounding you, buzzes like electricity under your skin, leaving your fingers tingling and pooling more fire in your core.

"S-so good for me..." You can't help but roll your hips towards him, searching for that delicious friction. "So well trained and behaved hmmm-"

His long dragon tail sways after him at that.

Working his tongue sinuously against you. Each fluttering motion sends sparks up your spine, until your heart is pounding in your chest in anticipation and your head is swimming with arousal. Zhongli snakes that long dragon tongue inside you, probing carefully and slowly at your insides and feeling you clench. The motion has your thighs trembling and you let out a loud whine, unconsciously tugging at the leash again on reflex. Heat screws directly into your gut, surging with each swipe and flick of his tongue, dragging in and out of you, the wet muscle reaching deeper every time. Each little noise that falls from your mouth seems to spur him on, increasing his speed until your toes are curling at the sheets, body taut with pleasure.

"Yes, yes... oh! Ooohh... m-make me cum... and I'll let you- hng- fuck me. You want that don't you?" You coo, free hand releasing the sheets to instead curl around one of his golden antlers.

The reaction is instantaneous as Zhongli purrs. 

"F-Fuck!" Waves of pleasure crash down on you at the vibrations against your sensitive folds, cresting higher each time, and you toss your head back. Skin burning, muscles trembling, breath stuttering until every sensation peaks abruptly with an obscene shuddering moan, leaving you helpless to keep from coming in Zhongli's mouth.

Distantly, you feel him growl against your pussy, retracting his tongue to slurp and lick at your juices instead like they’re the sweetest ambrosia.

You ride out the flood of heat, gasping for breath as your body slowly melts into relaxation, and when the tide recedes, you blink the dots out of your vision and look down to see the dragon lapping gently at your core, cleaning up your arousal. “Good boy...” You rasp, letting go of his antler to card your fingers along his dark hair, fingers massaging idly at his scalp.

Those bright golden eyes stare up at you with adoration and your heart flips in your chest.

Zhongli nuzzles at your inner thighs as you enjoy the fading glow of your orgasm before you start shifting and tug gently on his collar to make him pull back. He lets out a huff.

You sit up and surge forward, cupping his face in your hands. "Hmm, you really are so good for me, aren't you?" You nuzzle at him, planting kisses around his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. He sighs and relaxes, tail once again wagging after him. "My beautiful beloved dragon..." You nip at his neck and he inhales sharply. From the corner of your eye, you see his large erection twitch. Straining against his stomach and drooling tacky precum, the head flushed in a lovely dark color.

"Well, we made a deal, didn't we?" You whisper against his skin as your hand lowers down to rub against his length, giving him a couple of lazy strokes as he lets out a mix between a whine and a moan as his hips buckle against your hand. “You earned it…” You coo at his ear.

Even though he could have shredded them apart at any time, he lets you painstakingly undo the knots at his arms and unwind the rope from them. You rub and massage a little at the wrists and muscles, leaving another kiss at his forearm as he flexes them a little. In seconds you find yourself caged under his larger frame, pressed against the bed and crossing stares with him.

His golden eyes are feral, simmering under his skin you can almost feel the scales flickering to life, to burst free. The dragon claws and howls within its cage, every instinct carved within his ancient bones demanding he take action, demanding freedom from the confines of his mortal guise.To take him mate and claim you, breed you. 

And yet he stays still. For you. Hanging on your words.

You stroke your hands along his skin, before going up and curling a finger around the collar, appreciating the lewd contrast of the black color against his skin. You fidget a little with it. “Do you want me to keep the leash on or not?” You ask coyly. “You can speak.”

“Anything you want.” He replies evenly.

You chuckle. “I am asking you though, this is your prize after all…”

He bends down a little until his forehead rests against yours. “My prize is you. In any way you’d have me.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity and pure desire in his words.

“Keeping it on then…” You say, giving a quick peck against his lips before you shift and roll over, pulling a pillow closer to your chest, burying your cheek on it as you stare at him over your shoulder, hand pulling at said leash just a bit.

He straddles your legs and you feel his cock rub against your ass. His hands at both sides of you with one of them intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Now… give me a good fucking, my pet…”

You feel a clawed hand guiding your hips and finally, the blunt head of his cock prods at your entrance. Zhongli shoves forward and you gasp as he slips inside. Your walls stretch to accommodate him and you moan low in your chest from the steady drag, head falling forward. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated and you shiver at the sensation of being so full.

The hand at your hip slides underneath to press against your stomach and the sound that escapes you is pure sin. Zhongli seems to like it, since he presses harder and his hips jerk, shifting his cock inside you, giving aborted little thrusts and eliciting another high-pitched whine.

“D-don’t- Don’t tease me-!” You jerk the leash. His chest pressing against your back. “Behave.”

Zhongli nips at your shoulder and growls.

“Don’t get an attitude with me or I’ll change my mind.”

Zhongli grumbles low in his chest and your chuckle is cut short as he quickly pulls out and slams forward again before you can even process, you’re empty.

“Fuck-!”

Detaching from your back, he holds your hips again and thrusts once more, using his grip to drag you back against him, holding you there so you can feel every inch of his cock filling you up, rubbing and touching you so deeply it was too much and simply not enough. You gasp and whine, eyelids fluttering. Zhongli slides out, then back in, gaining speed with each tantalizing stroke until his pelvis is slapping loudly against your ass.

Every thrust snaps an electric spark as the dragon practically mounts you, rocking you against the mattress until your thighs are trembling and you’re muffling your moans and squeals against the pillow. Zhongli is panting above you, each rasping breath rattling with a gusty exhale, catching on the growl building within his chest. Blood pounding in your ears, heart rattling as his pace chases even faster, reaching a desperate frenzy; The hot rigid length filling you over and over again blurs into a steady, burning stream of sensation.

You let Zhongli use your body like a feral animal in rut, every thrust punching out a pitiful noise out of your lips, stars dancing in your eyes and heat surging until you’re nearly incoherent with it, drooling against the pillow.

Your trembling hand yanks weakly at the leash and his pace stutters, you call out to him with a whine, teary eyes begging at him and he surges forward in an open-mouthed kiss, filthy and clumsy with how you both are worked up right now.

“Good-” You choke out against his lips. “T-That’s a good boy, Li-”

He growls with satisfaction, losing his even rhythm as his thrusts become sloppy, recklessly slamming in and out of your warm heat. His tail wraps around one of your legs.

“Such a good pet for me-” Your nails dig into your palms, one of them tangled with the leash, the other held by Zhongli’s for dear life. “Come on… come on, Li… c-cum inside me-”

The dragon slams a few more times against you before burying himself completely inside, going rigid as a loud groan tears out through gritted teeth. You all but mewl at the familiar feeling of his hot cum seeping inside you, body shaking with your own release as the heat climbing through your body overflows with a blinding flash.

You whimper and whine as you ride the dizzying wave of pleasure, vision blurred, mouth hanging open.

Once the peak ebbs away, you’re left with trembling limbs and a heaving chest, sagging on the bed exhausted.

Zhongli gingerly slides out making you moan softly at the now unpleasant emptiness, your combined fluids running down your legs. You twist sluggishly onto your side and pull him down not by the leash this time, but by wrapping your arm around his shoulder. He presses and nuzzles against you and you let out a breathy tired chuckle. “Good boy…” You mumble.

He intertwines your hands again and pulls them up to kiss at the back of your hand, then your knuckles. “Hm… I do believe no one had ever called me those names before.”

Had you not been so tired, you’d be more embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but right now you can only manage a bashful smile. “Well… did the mighty lord of geo enjoy being my pet?” You ask, fingers tracing the black collar around his neck.

“I did.”

“You want to… try it again sometime?”

“If you want to.” He replies, his gaze warm and affectionate, scanning your face searchingly. “Did you enjoy it, my dear?”

You avert your eyes, a blush finally creeping in your face as the adrenaline washes off with the calm atmosphere. “I… really did.” Your hand moves up from the collar to his cheek. “You’re always so good to me, Li.”

“Hm, I simply love you. My mate…” Zhongli leans in close, the tip of his nose tracing a path along your cheek.

“I love you too.” You close the few inches of distance between your lips and kiss him, slow and meaningful.

He kisses back immediately, sinking into it with a low, throaty croon. Suddenly you find yourself on your back with him pushing you into the mattress, the leash and strands of his hair dangling over your sweaty skin, and his hips rolling up to yours.

You swat at his shoulder playfully. “No! Bad dragon! Insatiable-! That’s all you get!”

Zhongli chuckles, deep and rich voice making your heart skip. He nuzzles into the space between your shoulder and neck once more before pulling back and sitting up on the bed. “Let’s go take a bath, then.”

“Oh, so we’re back to you giving the orders? You’re still wearing the collar, you know?”

“I suppose I am. In that case, whatever my sweet mate demands…”

“A bath sounds good.” You chuckle. He nods and stands up, you get only a few seconds to admire his body before he picks you up, ignoring your squeal, and heads over to the bathroom. Hopefully, only to get cleaned up…

Caught & Compromised (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

••☀ Author: @itsgottabeyoo-ngs

••☀Summary: It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

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“Don’t stop on my account.”

In which Hobi walks in on you seeking out your own pleasure - without him.

••☀Pairing(s): J-hope-Jung Hoseok/Reader

••☀ Word Count: 3.93k

••☀ Rating: 18+

••☀ A.N: This work was inspired by a comment left on my previous work, hope it's what you were envisioning <3

As always, thank you to @pinknamjoon or being the best in every way imaginable. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!

Thank you to my girls that keep me motivated and grounded, @junghoseokit, @dariangarcia and @ilikemesometaetaes. Love you all so much <3

••☀ Tags: Smut | Established Relationship!au | J-hope/Jung Hoseok!au | Caught in the Act!au | PWP

••☀ Warnings: unprotected sex, light breathplay, light overstimulation, soft dom hoseok, mastrubation, light voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, creampie, swearing, mentioned aftercare, Hobi is still a dom but surprisingly soft, we need cypher part 5, light degrader/degradee kink, reader is a lil bit of a pain slut

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You swear you had locked the door. You swear you checked your phone multiple times for his message that he was finally heading home. You specifically remember him telling you that he would be getting home late tonight.

And yet - there he was, staring at you with his signature gaze - dark, powerful and accusatory. One which he normally reserved for his role as lead dancer, waiting for the boys to mess up, scrutinising their every movement, and sizing up the competition.

It wasn’t like you were really doing anything wrong. If anything it was a compliment, and if not a compliment-it was definitely his fault. That, you wouldn’t waiver on.

He had been practically living in the studio for the last couple of weeks with Yoongi and Namjoon, working on some ‘secret project’ that you had been hoping was Cypher 5. Though, now you were sure that even if it was, he would never tell you.

It goes without saying that you had missed him. You did let him know that you were thinking about him often. You had meant it in more of a, ‘the bed feels cold without you in the mornings, I miss eating meals together and cuddling on the couch, I saw this and it reminded me of you’ kind of way. However, when you had found yourself missing him in...other ways, you were too weak to deny yourself the indulgence of picturing him in that Dior outfit, hip-thrusting on the stage.

He had told you before that touching yourself without his permission or knowledge was, in other words, prohibited- punishable even.

So when he walked in on you as you had your sweat-glistened head thrown back, a vibrator deep inside your walls, and profanities falling out of your mouth, your blood ran cold and you knew you were in for it.

Now, having pulled the blankets over yourself and removed the toy from within you, you watch him, unable to gauge or read his intentions. His gaze never leaves your face and you can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment and, excitement?

“Don’t stop on my account.” He chuckles darkly, sauntering over to the bed, looking around the room with an impish grin spreading across his lips.

You feel the bed dip down next to you from his weight, unable to lock eyes with him any longer, you watch his hands as he rubs them together slowly. You startle when he begins speaking again.

“Imagine my surprise,” He pauses, waiting for you to look up at him, “When I come home early to spend time with my princess, and she’s already occupied with a little friend.” He smiles evilly, tugging down the covers to reveal your purple vibrator, noticeably wet.

Your breath hitches in your chest, unsure what his motives are as he picks up the toy and turns it on.

Bzzzzzzz

The sound, though faint, rings powerfully throughout the room.

He notices your confusion and hesitation as he reaches out to lay his hand on your leg.

“I could hear you as soon as I came through the front door, princess. Did you want the neighbours to hear you? Hmmm?” He hums, methodically trailing his slender fingers up and down your naked thigh.

You quickly shake your head, noticing he’s awaiting a response. His stare is icy. He wants me to speak, say something- you will your mouth to move and make sounds as he raises an eyebrow, now curling his fingers around your soft skin and squeezing at your flesh, leaving the skin underneath a bright shade of red.

“N-no.” You choke out, trying to even your breath and suppress the bubbling urge building in your throat to giggle out of nervousness and anticipation.

Hobi had two moods when it came to you breaking the rules. He either turned the other cheek and let it slide, never drawing too much attention to the wrongdoing. Or, he punished you for it and made it very clear that it would not happen again.

He didn’t do this in a violent manner, you two had a very loving relationship. However, he would hold it over your head and use it as his excuse for getting you all worked up over, and over and over again, but never letting you cum. He never failed to get creative, like that one time, when he made you wear a buttplug all day - your final exams for uni of all days - and failed to tell you that he had a remote control that could activate it anywhere and anytime. His punishments were never cruel, but the fact that you never knew how he would react or when he would decide was the right time to ‘educate’ you always left you anxious and excited.

Would it be a handful of spankings tonight? Perhaps work you up to your limit, leaving you craving your release and never giving it to you? Or maybe, he’d do nothing but tease you, making your face turn red and your panties wet as he humiliated you for how weak you were for not being able to refrain from pleasuring yourself without his permission?

Your body trembles at the thought as your mouth runs dry, looking up at him again. His expression has changed, he now looks down at you with amusement. Maybe he knows I’m trying to figure out what he’s going to do to me, you think, only half-certain that he can read minds.

“Trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you, princess?” He asks sweetly, the ends of his lips tugging up ever so slightly.

Now fully convinced that he could hear your every thought, you nod, absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs together for some well-needed friction.

“Well, seeing as I rudely interrupted an intimate moment, I think you should carry on, don’t let my intrusion stop you.” He says as he hands you your vibrator, the noise deafening as realisation sinks in.

Your head snaps up to meet his as you limply wrap your hand around the toy, the vibrations making you shiver as you grip it tighter.

“Show me what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in here, princess,” He pauses and leans over you, close enough to your ear that his warm breath tickles your neck, “That’s an order.” He pulls back and stands up, straightening out his jacket and taking a few paces back from the bed, placing his hands in his pants pockets.

You hesitantly kick off the remaining sheets so they pool at your feet. The cool air rushing up under your long nightshirt and causing your nipples to harden in response.

Sensing his impatience, you make haste. “Uhm, what do you want me to do?” You ask shakily, still weary and unsure if you are reading the situation correctly.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” He demands, turning around to face you yet again.

“N-no, sir,” You rush out in response.

He never answers you, instead, he slowly shrugs off his jacket, taking his time to fold it over the back of the chair, not even glancing in your direction.

Knowing that the second time he’d have to tell you something would also be the last time, you bring the toy over your clit gently, working it around in small circles, finding it easier to melt into the feeling when he isn’t watching you with hungry eyes.

You quietly tease your vibrator through your folds, humming out in satisfaction when it catches right at your entrance. There was a reason this toy was your favourite, though it was a slim fit inside you, it had a small part that branched out to rub deliciously at your clit, every thrust you made inside you moved it around your most sensitive part, easily and quickly built you up to an orgasm.

You search the room for your boyfriend, trying to catch his eye to ask for permission to sink it inside you. He’s on the other side of the room, slowly and meticulously removing his clothing, looking at you through his peripheral, paying about as much attention to you as he would a rerun of his favourite show.

Instead of pressing him anymore, you decide to follow the rules and act as you were before he interrupted you, taking your pleasure back into your own hands. You slowly push the toy inside you, letting a faint moan slip through your lips as it stretches you out gently once more.

Looking up at him, you watch as he slowly slips off his shirt over his head. His abs contract as he reaches up to pat down his messy blond hair. Only his pants remain. You can’t peel your eyes away from him as he slowly unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops and snapping it away from him towards the ground. You jump at the noise and he laughs darkly.

He reaches for the button on his trousers, unbuttoning and zipping them down with great care. You can’t help but feel the excitement bubble up in your chest once again as he gracefully steps out of them, turning around and folding them over the dresser. You meet his stare in the mirror, blushing as he smirks at you.

Now feeling that you were the one watching something you shouldn’t, it adds to your enjoyment as you feel a sudden jolt run through your body and you clench around the toy buried inside of you.

You shut your eyes and give in to the feeling, immediately combining the image of the Hobi right in front of you with the one clad in a tight black harness.

“Tssssk. Eyes on me, princess. After all, you were thinking about me, weren’t you?” His tone is dangerous, challenging- no- threatening you to speak up again.

You force your heavily-lidded eyes to look at him, another moan escapes your throat as you greedily take in the masterpiece that is his body. His long, lean legs that support his slim, yet muscular build are planted firmly in front of you. As his hands reach down to pull at the elastic of his boxers, his chest muscles contract slightly, allowing for his collarbones to deepen in their shadows, seemingly creating more space at the crook of his neck.

As he finally discards his final piece of clothing, you’re overcome with lust. Watching as his hardened cock slaps against the base of his stomach, you’re suddenly disregarding his command that you refrain from using words and begin to beg, “Please,” you whine, “please touch me.”

“Now why would I do that?” He muses as he circles around to the other side of the bed. “I’m not even here, remember? I just see a needy little slut trying to get off while her boyfriend is away.” He adds, all but spitting out the last part.

The words shouldn’t affect you as much as they do, your back arches in response and your breathing hitches. You quickly pull back the vibrator off of your clit, the vibrations proving to be far too powerful, about to send you over the edge.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asks brusquely, bringing a hand to the base of his shaft and leisurely tugging at it, working his hand up and down as he stares down at you with an expectant gaze.

You slowly push the toy back into you and settle the outer extension on your clit, the obscene noises it makes as it slides in sending a hot flush to your cheeks. You work it in and out slowly, each drag of it getting you dangerously closer to your release.

He makes his way onto the bed, crawling over to sit next to you, his cock is standing heavy on his stomach and leaking precum. You can’t help but absent-mindedly lick your lips as you watch it bounce as he settles down on his knees beside you.

“S-sir,” You start to warn him, “I’m gonna cum, I can’t. I can’t hold off any longer.”

“Then do it.” He growls, his eyes unwavering as you try to remove the vibrator from your folds once more. He grabs your wrist firmly stopping your hand from moving. He uses his grip on you to push the toy back into your dipping pussy, not letting you escape the vibrations that are sending you quickly over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard, taking your vision along with your resolve to stay silent.

You cry out as your body convulses from the waves of pleasure that rock through you. Gasping for air and gripping the sheets underneath you. Your back arches up as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm with the toy, each thrust making you shake with pleasure and overstimulation. Tears form at the corner of your eyes as it simultaneously opens up your convulsing walls and rubs against your clit.

“T-too much, sir.” You barely choke out, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in the bed trying to wriggle out of his reach.

He lets his hold on you loosen, pulling the vibrator out of you and shutting it off. He throws it to the foot of the bed, rubbing your thigh with his hand while he brings the other to his cock.

As you start to come down from your high, you look over to see him lazily stroking himself, eyes glued to you as your chest rises and falls, your cheeks dusted pink and your lips parted.

“You look so good like this, princess. Already so fucked out and I haven’t even touched you.” He muses, eyes trailing down your body making your core heat up again.

He shifts his weight around and leans down, his face not even an inch away from yours. He winks at you, making his nose scrunch up before he finally leans in to capture your lips with his. Hobi kisses you with intensity and control, easily flooding your thoughts with nothing but him once more. Your head is still reeling from your powerful release, feeling light and heavy at once.

Never breaking the kiss, he flips you onto your back and climbs over you, framing his arms around your head, you can feel his erection press against your lower belly and you can’t help but roll your hips up against it.

He groans into your mouth at the contact, pushing you back down onto the mattress as you let a soft whimper slip past your lips.

“You fall apart so easily baby,” he croons into your ear, finally positioning himself over you and pushing his cock gently into you. He lets out a low hum as he runs the tip through your folds, collecting the wetness that was already there and using it as lubrication, thoroughly coating his cock in it before he’s slowly pushing in.

You let out a shaky breath as he finally bottoms out, his hips now flush with yours and you can feel the way he leans against you, savouring every point of contact his body shares with yours.

He begins moving as he feels you clench around him, taking the opportunity to snap his hips forward and let out a satisfied growl. You can’t stop the moans that fall from your mouth, changing pitch every time his hips meet yours, shallow but quick strokes that have you babbling and clinging on to him. Your body is shaking as you try to push yourself up from the mattress, but still he pins you down, seemingly pounding into you with more force each time.

“Taking me so perfectly,” Hobi mumbles. “God, look at you.” He hums, voice low and dripping in lust.

As if driven by an unforeseeable force, he pulls back and reaches for your lips, running his fingers over the swollen flesh before dipping his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. You mewl around his fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits sucking and coating them with your saliva.

“Good girl,” He coos, “my pet knows just what to do.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs one of your breasts, kneading it before tweaking your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his wet fingers. You keen at the new sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, sucking at the skin and finding a rather sensitive spot underneath your earlobe to mark up. Claiming me as his, you think.

His hand moves to your other breast, not one to neglect your needs in any sense.

You moan as he brings his mouth over your hardened nipple, alternating between kitten-licks, soft bites, and sucking, you clench around him and throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

Now pulling back, he picks up the pace, watching as your tits bounce from the movements. Hoseok grunts with the force of his thrusts. Not normally one to break character so easily, you feel a sense of pride as his hips falter- only to pick up seconds later, readjusting so he can reach farther into you, now hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Feels so good sir, want more, need more,” You beg, still surprised that he’s not withholding anything from you as he normally would, maybe he needed this as much as I did.

Just then, he tilts his head to look up at you, his gaze flickering with mischief.

He suddenly pulls out and grips his cock tightly at the base. You whine at the sudden lack of contact, having fallen into a comfortable rhythm.

“No, no, no, no, no,” You rush out, grabbing at his shoulders and trying to pull him back into you.

He runs the head of his cock through your folds and presses against your mound, teasing you softly. You suck in a breath through your teeth as he continues to trace it through your slick, brushing against your clit and making it throb in response. Not able to take much more of his games, you buck your hips up to grind against him and he hisses, pushing down onto you even harder with his hand.

I’m definitely going to bruise tomorrow, You smile to yourself, thinking of how proudly you’ll wear his marks.

His other hand snakes behind your head as he weaves his fingers into your hair, tugging at the roots. It may be too hard for some people, but it’s pure bliss for you.

You hum contently as you feel yourself slip deeper and get lost in the pain that mixes deliciously with pleasure. You want to feel him, everywhere- you want it all. As if an unseen force is guiding your thoughts and tongue, you blabber out, “Please. Please use me, I need it. I need you, please.”

“Fuck baby, with dirty words like those you’re gonna have me cumming soon.” He grunts as he brings your legs down to rest between his. He moves his knees in closer, squeezing your thighs together tightly beneath him.

Then, he’s pushing back in, seemingly somehow even deeper than before, hips rutting down into you before drawing all the way back, tip barely inside of you before thrusting back into you, all the way to the base. The squeeze is even tighter now, you wonder how he fits inside you at this angle, every time you clench around him, he thrusts that much harder to stay buried inside you.

Your hips move in tandem, he picks up the pace and you struggle to keep up, arching your back and lifting your hips up to meet him, drawing a string of profanities from his mouth as he continues to pound into you.

He lets your hair fall back into place, now bringing his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing and stopping the blood flow just the way he knows you like it. You let your eyes flutter shut, rolling up your hips up to meet him, seeking out his lips for something to ground you.

He takes the hint and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, you open your mouth and let his tongue in, your tongues move together passionately, desperately- teeth catching on your lips and tongue as he loses his composure. He pulls back and you’re stunned by the way his eyes gaze at you with unparalleled desire. His thrusts get impossibly faster and your jaw slackens into an ‘o’, eyes rolling back with the inescapable pleasure you feel.

You cum without warning, clenching around his cock and crying out his name. Your thighs shake underneath as you ride out your second orgasm of the night, already exhausted, you pull him closer, wanting to feel him as deeply for as long as possible. You tremble beneath him, letting the waves of pleasure flood to every corner of your body, your hands tightening to fists and your toes curling.

He fucks you through your orgasm with slow, unfaltering thrusts and strikes your g-spot as you continue to ride out the aftershocks. Your walls take him further in with each wave of pleasure and he cums mere seconds after you, groaning and all but falling on top of you.

“Fuck—” Hobi whispers into your neck, panting heavily and pulling out of you with a low groan. “Did so well for me princess.”

You look over at him and he’s smiling with his whole face, it lights up the room and makes your heart stop for a second.

You listen as his breathing returns to normal slowly but steadily, he reaches out and brushes your hair out of your face. The way he treats you like a glass doll now, compared to mere seconds ago when his hands were wrapped around your throat, bruising your hips and forced into your mouth makes you giddy. You always hear people talking about the ‘duality’, but they had no idea.

You shift in bed and smile to yourself at the thought. As you move, you clasp your thighs together, feeling the hot cum threatening to spill out. You move your hand down in an attempt to stop it, cheeks heating up from embarrassment of feeling it flow out of you and making a mess on the sheets.

“Leave it,” he says, his hand coming down on top of yours to still your actions. “I want to watch it drip from you.”

He props himself up on his side, reaching out his hand and ghosting his fingers over your skin, drawing shapes as he lets out a low hum of fulfilment, watching as a thin stripe of wetness trickles out of your folds. You shiver as he reaches down to run his finger through your folds to collect the mixture of your arousal and his cum. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, releasing it with a noisy pop.

“Fuck, you’re filthy,” you joke, as you watch him, unwilling to admit that his actions once again stirred something deep inside you.

“Coming from the girl that just got off on her own in front of me, only to beg me to fuck her seconds later.” He easily counters, bringing his hand back to your face, tracing around the curve of your jaw and cupping it, gently moving it up to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

You smile to yourself, thinking about how concerned you had been earlier about the possible punishment, I guess he has three moods.

And this one just happens to be your favourite.

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gone cold (m) ksj

pairing; seokjin x reader ft. jungkook

genre; exes au, college au basically angst, smut, inspired by the 1975 - somebody else.

warnings; mentions of alcohol, y/n falling out of love and seokjin's heart getting broken, hints of infidelity, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), pussy/panty sniffing, rimming, squirting, fingering, boring missionary, yn being an asshole.

word count; 6100

summary;

➜ at this point, seokjin was the only one carrying this weight with his own two hands. it took everything he had and then some to salvage your slowly deteriorating relationship. he hoped that you'd find yourself in his arms again but the truth was inevitable. Your love had gone cold and you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

a/n; i absolutely DO NOT condone any from of cheating 🤢 stay loyal friends. yn is the one in the wrong (don't wanna say cheater oof) here since jin could never 🤧

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"Are you sure you'll tag along?" Taehyung asked cautiously, placing the last bottle of vodka he was assigned to bring to the party in a brown disposable bag.

"Yeah," Jin replied calmly, "It's been so long since I last went. Namjoon's probably worried. I should at least show up to let them know I'm okay."

Taehyung gave the elder a sympathetic smile. He took the bag in his right arm and placed the other on Jin's shoulder. "Let's go, yeah?"

Six months ago

It was your second year anniversary and Jin was busying himself in the kitchen preparing your dinner like the culinary student he was. "How do you want your steak?" he called, passively watching you on the couch being a little too preoccupied with your mobile phone to be honest. "Yn." He demanded your attention again. 

You looked up in surprise, a cheeky smile in tow. "Yes, baby?"

God, you really weren't paying attention. He's starting to wonder what, or who, was making you put all your focus on your phone.

He'll let it slide since it's your anniversary. "Medium or medium rare?" He questioned, holding the slab of marbled meat next to his face.

"Hmmm," you hummed playfully, lips forming into a pout while thinking of an answer. "Medium rare, please!" You grinned, toothy smile and chubby cheeks. Gosh, you were too cute and it made his heart hurt that he almost doubted you for a second. 

You stood up from your seat and waddled your way next to your boyfriend. "That looks super yummy!" You pointed eagerly to the pot of buttery mashed potato he had prepared beforehand. 

"Wait till you taste the gravy, you're going to beg me for more." Jin smirked, fingers reaching to poke at your side. "Jin!" You yelped suddenly, binding your arms around your torso by instinct and shielding it from what's about to come. 

He stepped towards you and was now using his figure that was twice the size of yours, to restrict you from escaping any route possible. Eventually trapping you between the counter and his firm chest. 

His fingers carefully traced the hem of your — his — shirt that falls just above your flawless thighs, playing with the loose threads hanging. "Hmmm?" His eyebrow quirked, finding out that you weren't wearing any shorts under the oversized shirt.

"You're such a tease, princess."

As if on cue, his little pet name for you flipped a switch and you felt the heat growing bigger between your nimble legs. "D-daddy…" You groaned bashfully, burying your face in his chest while wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

"Yes, princess?" His slender hand carefully moved from the hem of your shirt to your ass. Kneading at the supple flesh exposed by your skimpy thong.

"Did this for you," you mumbled into him, hands crawling upwards to clutch onto his broad and firm shoulders. You sighed wistfully.

"Did you now?" His tone was quite questionable. He thought about interrogating you with what's got you so invested and giggling at the screen of your phone and straight up disregarding him, but he'd rather not ruin the mood already set up for the two of you.

Jin secured his arms where your butt meets your thighs and elevated you to sit on the edge of the counter where your sex was perfectly aligned with his crotch. The coldness from the glass counter top causes goose bumps to creep up your skin and you feel all your senses heighten. Especially your sense of touch.

His hands slowly pried your legs open, exposing your pretty lace panties glistening with your wetness. The heat from his palms were burning invisible marks on your skin, further igniting the flame in your stomach. "So lovely." He cooed, rubbing his clothed dick against your aching core. "Tell daddy what princess wants." He maintained his actions, grinding his hips against you. The friction caused all your blood to rush to your head, face now red as a tomato.

"Tongue," you squirmed in place, biting your lips to suppress the moans eagerly wanting to tumble out. "I want your tongue, please?"

"Since my princess asked so nicely," He knelt down so that he's face to face with your core. He leaned forward, nose gently brushing against your covered slit. You shivered at the minimal contact, leaning back and resting your head on the cabinet behind you while exhaling a blissful sigh.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, soaking up the intoxicating scent of your arousal. His fingers sank into the rosy flesh of your thighs, nails engraving crescent moon shaped indents as he fights the urge to devour you right then and there.

"My princess smells so sweet." He purred contentedly, following the line of your underwear.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally felt his hands climb to the curve of your hips. Gripping at the waist band, he pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. He held onto the piece of cloth for a while, crumpling it into his hand and shoving it up his nostrils. He looked so fucking erotic while sniffing up your delicious aroma. "Daddy…" You whined impatiently, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You looked desperate, hands coming to rest on your boyfriend's shapely shoulder. "Need you, please? "Don't worry, princess. Daddy will take care of you." Jin strictly believed in the saying "The slower the pace, the stronger the orgasm." That's why he consistently took his time with you whether eating you out or fucking you senseless.

He licked his plump lips like this was his last meal on earth, admiring how pink and glossy your sex was, and all for him. Jin's forefinger reached for your sensitive nub, carefully drawing out small circles while keenly watching it grow erect. 

You sighed in relief, like a massive weight has been lifted in your chest. Such small ministrations from his end yet it caused such an immense effect on you. You watched him pucker his lips, collecting saliva in his mouth then erotically letting it drip down from his lips to your cunt aching cunt.

"O-oh," you gasped, relishing in the wetness and warmth of his spit that dribbled down your slit. 

"You like that, huh?" He hummed sweetly, taking in with pride the reactions he's eliciting from you. One massaging finger became two. He began tweaking and pinching and rolling your soaked clit between his two digits, sending tiny shocks of electricity throughout your entire body. 

By the way your heart was erratically beating in your chest and the way your eyes uncontrollably fluttered shut, you could sense your release reaching its peak. Yet your body has still been craving for more.

At this point, you were drenched with the blend of your juices and his saliva obscenely dripping down to the floor. "My princess is so fucking wet," He lowered himself, face now lined-up with your asshole. "D-daddy!" You mewled out loudly, entangling your hand in his raven locks when you felt his wet tongue rimming your puckered hole. Lewd sucking and slurping sound coming from him as his viciously lapped and sucked and nipped at the open flesh like a man starved. 

"F-fuck, Jin…" As if your brain malfunctioned, you accidentally called him by his name. He stopped in his track just as he was about to prod your entrance with his tongue. "Did I hear that right? Jin?" He scoffed, jerking his head slightly. Suddenly, Jin licked a big-fat stripe from your ass up to your clit making you jolt in surprise "I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen," he stated, practised fingers going over the shape of your lower lips. Without a warning or giving you a second to think, he plunged his entire middle finger in you. 

"D-d-daddy!" You wailed as your legs began shaking, head lolling back in delight. He began ramming his digit inside you at a ruthless pace, the sound of his palm meeting your pelvic echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen. The sting, it was definitely there. You can tell by the friction from his calloused finger scraping against your cavity. It stung, but you'd accept this generous punishment over not having an orgasm at all.

"Here?" He smirked, pupils blown out in unbridled lust. Tickling the rough spot deep with your sex. "Does my princess want to be touched here?"

Jin watched your face contorted in pleasure. Breathing ragged, brows furrowed and lips red and swollen from you biting into it too much before adding another finger into the mix. 

You shrieked at the stretch, wallowing in the burning sensation all happening between your legs. And when he commenced the attack on your almost forgotten clit with his tongue, the small flame in the pit of your stomach began spreading like wildfire. You felt your temperature rising. Your entire body was stricken with sweat.

"Is my princess close?" Jin teased through his teeth, mouth still attached to your sensitive nub. The only reply you could come up with was a small nod, trembling hands clenched into a fist.

"Then come for your Daddy, princess." He coaxed. "Let me see that pussy cry." His voice and command were enough for your velvet walls to start convulsing around his long fingers.

Jin began scissoring his fingers inside you while simultaneously thrusting deeper. With your mouth partly open, you began choking out a breathless cry.

You were so fucking close and just as his torturous fingers brushed against your cervix, you instantly feel the fierce wave of your much awaited climax wash over you. Your toes curled inwards as your heels began digging into his back, urging him and signalling that you were coming. A rip-roaring moan came from your mouth in sheer unadulterated bliss. Now. Swiftly, he covered your entire sex with his mouth, seizing every last bit of your squirting orgasm.

He stared at your fucked out image through hooded lids, gulping down all your juices. He detached himself from your pussy and wiped the excess liquid at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"We should have dessert first more often." He smiled triumphantly.

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"Jin!" Namjoon bellowed over the thumping bass when he caught sight of Jin's figure entering through the front door.

"Joonie!" He answered back, teasing his junior with the nickname he gave him years ago. He waved his hands in the air so that Namjoon wouldn't lose sight of him in the sea of sweaty and drunken people occupying the living room area.

When they finally crossed paths, Namjoon enveloped Jin in a big bear hug. "Ugh! When was the last time I saw you, man?" He smacked Jin by the shoulder, "I missed you, Hyung." Although soft, Namjoon's voice was heard by Jin.

"Yea, missed you too." "Hi Hyung!" Taehyung beamed, peeking from Jin's back. "I've got the goods!" He shakes the bag of alcohol in their faces.

"Good!" Namjoon high-fives his Junior. Ushering them both to what they dubbed his special room. "We ain't sharing that with anyone besides ourselves." He smirked.

He was the host, technically he could do whatever the frick he wanted. Even if it was to set aside the cheap booze for the entire party to share and save the finer haul for him and his boys. "C'mon, man. We've got some catching up to do." Namjoon leads both of the boys to his study. The sooner they leave this crowded area, the sooner his anxiety will fade. When Jin entered the said room, he was hit in the face with a sense of nostalgia. The room was completely the same as the last time he was here. The furniture was the same, interior decoration the same, even the automated air-freshener spray was the same damn artificial lemon scent that made his head hurt. The only thing different from before was you weren't by his side. "Jin Hyung!" Hobi cheered, eagerly standing up from his seat on the couch to meet his hyung. "So good to see you!" Knuckles and fingers smacking against each other as they did their famous handshake that honestly had too many steps to remember. After everyone was settled in, they all gathered on Namjoon's leather couch at the far-right corner of the room next to the mini bar. "I'm so glad you came, hyung. I kinda thought you were dead." Namjoon joked, gathering ice and glasses and an assortment of chips and dips for everyone. "Hmmm, I've seen better days but I'm fine." Jin replied with a shrug of his shoulders. A deep forced chuckle escaped his lips followed by a sigh. Everyone was silent. "Ahhhh!" Hoseok tried to ease the tensioned atmosphere in the room, "By the way hyung, I have a friend," he effectively emphasized with a wiggle of his sharp brows "that has been dying to meet you!" "Who?" Taehyung inquired casually, popping a chip in his mouth. "You know Irene?" The corner of Hoseok's lip quirked, eyes hit with a glint of boastfulness. Anyone who was anyone knew who Irene was. Only a hermit living under a rock wouldn't. "The new transfer student and President of the Drama club 'Irene'?!" Namjoon’s eyes grew wide like saucers. "Yeah, that Irene." Hoseok proudly announced as if he was the one the girl was interested in. "We're in the same major and She's been asking," he paused, thinking of a more efficient way to put it into words, "more like pestering me, to introduce you to her." "Well since it's Jin-hyung we're talking about," Namjoon cuts, "it's only fair that one of the hottest girls on campus would be interested in our dear friend, also considered one of the best-looking guys on campus." "What do you say, Jin-hyung?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon and Taehyung were now anticipating an answer from their elder. Only a big moron would refuse an invitation from Irene. Jin took a few moments to think about his answer, brows furrowing into several positions before ultimately agreeing to his junior's offer. It's been 2 months and there's nothing wrong with putting himself out there. He was single anyways. "Yeah!" Hoseok exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. The thoughts of a week's worth of supply of those overpriced dumplings Irene promised him if he was able to get her and Jin to go on a date swims in his head. "I'll text her right now! And ask her if she can come," Hoseok lined his vision with Namjoon, eyes round and begging "if it's alright with Namjoon." "Yeah, tell her to bring friends." He winked, with dimples to match. "Ahhhh," Taehyung sighed, cracking his shoulders before leaning back in his seat, "That's great, since y/n's moved on and started dating that jung--" before he could even finish that sentence, both his hyungs were staring daggers at him. "S-sorry, Jin-hyung… I didn't…" Jin waved him off, "It's fine. I already know."

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Three months ago. "Hey, I saw yn at x station yesterday." Baekhyun suddenly opened up. He and Jin were on shopping duty for next week's final practical exam. "Really? You must have been mistaken. She's with her sister in Busan," he reasonably argued while choosing which bundle of iceberg cabbage was the freshest. "She is? I could have sworn it was her!" Baekhyun was sure that his 20-20 vision wouldn't betray him at a time like that. But since Jin confirmed that you were at your sister's house for the weekend, maybe he was wrong and the person he saw was some kind of doppelganger look-alike. "Ahhhhh, Maybe you're right. The girl I saw was with a dude from the university’s football club anyways, couldn't have been y/n." He concludes, sniffing a knob of garlic. You? The y/n l/n that he knew would never lie to him about anything, let alone cheat on him with another guy, he thinks. In the two years of you being together, lying and cheating on your boyfriend would be the last on your mind. You weren't that type of person, right? The sweet, caring, thoughtful, and undeniably soft y/n he knew would never do such a thing, especially to someone she loved. Before he started losing interest in grocery shopping for forty percent of his final grade. Which was also a key factor of him graduating, he shook all the unnecessary thoughts plaguing his mind and focused all his attention at the task at hand. "Which is better, Jin?" Baekhyun somehow helped him escape the trance he was in, distracting him with two red plump tomatoes in each hand. "That one." Jin pointed to the one in the boy's left hand. Baekhyun examined the two tomatoes, taking a sniff of each. Jin was right, the fruit on the left did in fact smell sweeter than one on the right. Its crimson color was far more vibrant, too. "How do you know by just looking?" Again, Baekhyun was amazed at Jin's instinct when it came to food and cooking. "I just do." Jin smiled. He just does, like he always has. -- Monday arrived and there was still no sign of you. Jin called and texted you several times today to ensure that you were alright but you hadn't replied since Sunday morning. That was enough to make him worry about your well being. But Jin knew you well enough to know that if there was something wrong, anything wrong, you'd let him know right away. You trusted him and he trusted you. That's just how you two were. At around 4 in the afternoon, he contemplated contacting your sister to ask if you were en route back to university. As he hovered his thumb over the call button next to 'Sulli Noona��", the front door opened and you came in with an exhausted look on your face. "Y/n!" He jogged over to your direction and aided you with your bag, placing it on the empty chair in the foyer. "How was Busan?" He asked, walking to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water. "Same same. Sis made me do lots of work around the house, though." You complained, untying your shoelaces before kicking off your shoes. "Here's some wa--" "Later," you interrupted, not giving him the chance to hand you the cold beverage. "Wanna take a shower first. I'm all sweaty and dirty." Without barely turning to look back, you hopped into the shower. As he stared at the cold drink dripping condensation in his hand, he heard the shower turn on. Oh, you must be terribly tired, he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to be on your ass too much. He figured you'd want to take a rest first, that he'll bug you later instead. Later that evening, Jin couldn't hold himself any longer. Two days of you gone felt like two months to him. He needed to kiss you, touch you, feel you. "Princess…" Jin whispered softly over the night time silence, massaging your waist. "Please, Jin. I'm too tired and really want to sleep." You groaned hoarsely, removing his hand from your body. "Please, y/n." He peppered the curve of your shoulder with light airy kisses. "I really missed you." He whined like child as he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you flush against him "Can't it wait?" You drowsily murmured, pulling the blanket over your exposed shoulder, not wanting to be any part of it. "Please…" he mused, carefully slipping his hand into your underwear. "Being at your sister's house must have drained all your energy. Let me help you relax." He hummed playfully, circling your flit with the pad of his middle finger. "Uh, fine." You grunted in annoyance. "Just get it over with." You rolled flat on your back, eyes still closed. That's odd, Jin speculated. This was the first time you had acted this hostile whenever he initiated sex. Be it after finals or rehearsal at drama club, you never refused his advances. Maybe it was the fatigue talking, maybe your sister did tire you out too much. Well, he just needed to double the effort of making you feel good. "Want to eat you out so bad, miss how you taste." He confessed openly, his body ghosting over your resting figure while hands tugging on your panty. "No." You abruptly declared, "I don't want you to eat me out. Just want your dick." Your words caught him off guard. You were a pillow princess, and that's an absolute fact. Usually, you'd enjoyed the feeling of being eaten and spoiled rotten until you came. He never thought you'd want to go straight to penetration without proper foreplay. "Are you sure, princess?" Jin was reluctant, of course. "You're not wet enough, and I haven't stretched you out properly." The thought of you being in pain rather than feeling bliss bothered him to an extent. "It's fine." Your hands flew to your mouth, scooping up the saliva you accumulated between your lips and rubbed it on your raw pussy. "See? It's fine." "O-okay…" If you say so. Jin lowered the band of his boxers, making his hard cock spring free. Bulbous tip already leaking pre-cum. Just to be sure, he let his spit dribble from his mouth to his dick, coating his entire length with more lubrication. He lined himself up, rubbing against your tight slit. "Are you ready, princess?" "Y-yeah." Gradually, Jin pushed the tip of his cock into you. You were so tight and still not wet enough. He heard you hiss in pain when half of his length was buried in you. He brushed the strands of hair out of your face and asked, "Are you okay, princess?" You nodded, "Keep going." Half heartedly, he sinks his entire length into your sex. You suddenly moaned as he bottomed out, but he couldn't distinguish if it was out of pleasure or out of pain. Your walls clenched around him uncomfortably, and he wonders if he should continue or not. He stilled his movements for quite a while, gauging your reactions. "Why'd you stop?" You inquired, face grimacing. "Keep going." He silently nodded and started moving his hips. Once he's set a comfortable rhythm for the both of you, he watched your face illuminated by the moonlight carefully. Your expression changed from the initial scowl you were wearing to a less tense frown. Of course you weren't aware that Jin was observing you. You had your eyes closed the whole time, looking less amused as the seconds went by. He's having second thoughts now; he shouldn't have forced you to do something you didn't want to. Instead of thinking about you and how you felt, he put his own horniness first. He cursed himself and his damn selfishness as he was halfway through his orgasm and you haven't borne any sign of climax yet. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. He was gonna make you come whatever it took, even if it meant him coming first. Jin hooked the back of your knees at the bend of his arms, and he was now pounding you harshly into the mattress. His strokes were sharp and forceful, making you whimper. A few pumps later, he found himself spilling his warm fluid into your cavern, coating your walls with his seed. He took a minute to steady his breathing before he was crawling down to your dripping pussy. Right before Jin's fingers came in contact with your cunt, you slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "I was about to-- you hadn't come yet so--" He explained nervously, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't have. "I thought I should--" "Stop." You cut him off again, harshly this time. Propping yourself up to go to the bathroom. "You don't need to." "But yn--" "I told you, you don't have to!" you spat venomously at him before slamming the door behind you. He heard the shower turn on again. The sound of the water droplet hitting the tiles turning into white noise in his head. You're tired and angry because of the fatigue. That must be it, he thought. Surely it was, he hoped. -- After that incident, things never went back to normal. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. That's how long you've been acting so cold and indifferent towards him. This wasn't like you; it wasn't like you at all. You never learned to harbour grudges or act so cruel. Every day he wondered what he did or said wrong which caused you to suddenly behave this way. If he could turn back time and erase everything he did that night, he'd do in a heartbeat. He bought you your favourite flowers and sweets, he took you out on spontaneous dates even if you were the least bit interested and cooked you your favourite foods for dinner four times a week that took a sizable chunk out of his bank account. He did everything he could, and thought was right to make you forgive him. He wanted you back. The one who loved being cuddled and tickled, the one who whined like a big baby whenever he didn't give you the attention that you wanted, the one who gave a thousand kisses a day and still wouldn't stop at that. He wanted you; he wanted you back so much that it was starting to hurt him physically. He missed you so much. He wanted you, the old you. He never lost hope, though. Even if it meant him failing a hundred times only to get it right once, he still wouldn't give up. Until one day he caught you stuffing your suitcase to the brim with all of your belongings. "Y/n?" Jin couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. "What are you doing?" You sighed, zipping up your suitcase. "I don't think it's working, Jin." "What's not working, y/n? I don't un--" "Us." You cut him off. "Huh? What do you mean, y/n?" Now he couldn't believe what he was hearing, especially coming from you. "I'm breaking up with you." He suddenly felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/n, I don't know what you're thinking but we can talk this one out. Like we always do." You sighed a more audible sigh. "No, Jin. This…" You hesitated for a second before continuing what needs to be said. "This really isn't working out." A wave of cold panic washed over Jin's entire body, soaking him with sweat from head to toe making him feel like a defenseless wet chick about to be eaten by a fox. "Is it because I'm graduating?" Jin thought of the best reason he could conjure up on the spot. "Are you afraid that we'll grow apart after I graduate and get a job? Is that why you're being so distant?" You shook your head. "No. It's not that…" Hurriedly, he sprinted towards you and craddled you in his arms. "You don't have to worry about anything, baby." Jin assured, "After I graduate, I'll work my socks off and save enough money while waiting for you to graduate. I can wait for you, y/n. You know that, even if you stay in school for another four years, I'll wait for you. You know you're the only one for me" The sobs forcing their way were harder to contain now. "I know, Jin. I know. But it really isn't that..." You pushed him away. There was no easy way to put it. "Then what is it?" He helplessly croaked, staring at your blank eyes, searching for something he couldn't find. "Please y/n…" "I don't feel the way I used to feel… towards you." You bluntly stated, no need to beat around the bush at this point. You were in the endgame now. "Huh? Why? How--" The ground beneath his feet began shaking, preparing to crack open and swallow him whole any moment now. "It's not you, it has nothing to do with you." You explained. "Then what is it that made you feel this way?" His hands began trembling, his throat tight and dry. He wanted, no, he needed a reason, any reason. His stomach started churning and he felt bile rising up his esophagus, he wanted to throw up. "It's too complicated." That's all you say. "Then let's uncomplicate it, y/n!" He ran his fingers through his raven hair, tugging at the strands too hard. "Fuck…" he hissed before releasing his grip. The burn and sting from his scalp caused his face go numb. "Y/n please, please, please…" He dropped to his knees in front of you. He was practically pleading for you to stay. Tears kept falling from his eyes as his nails clawed into the carpet. "W-we we can work this out." He looked up, eyes red and cheeks wet. He held onto your hand tightly with no intention of letting you walk out on him. "I-I'm sorry, Jin. I just really can't…" You snatched your hand from his grip and left him there. Alone. Something he never expected he'd feel since being with you.

--

After 20 minutes of casual conversation, playfully banter and catching up between best friends who missed each other, a soft knock on the door threw everything into a halt. "That must be Irene and her friends!" Hoseok chimed. He stood up immediately and headed his way to the door. "Hobi!" Irene squealed at the sight of her friend. "Girls, come here!" She gestures outside to where her friends were huddled together. She led her little groupie of pretty girls into the room. "Hi I'm Irene," She bowed and introduced herself to the group of boys before her. Once she made eye contact with Seokjin, she blushed. "T-this is Wendy, Joy, and--" when she discovered that her last friend was nowhere to be seen, she excused herself and exited the room. "H-hold on." "Hey y/n! Come in here!" Irene's voice can be overheard from across the hall. A switch in Jin's head flipped. He froze in his seat when he heard that name as if a bucket of ice water was dumped over him. "Irene, I told you I can't!" A familiar voice hushed from outside of the room. It was you. It seemed like our dear friend hoseok overlooked a critically important detail. Irene was the new President of the Drama Club; you have been a member of the drama club since freshman year. In fact, it was Jin that urged you to join. The chances of you being friends with her were a solid home run. Irene came back with a distraught you in tow. "And this is y/n." Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok were completely and utterly flabbergasted. Irene and her friends were confused as to why the boys suddenly became silent and the cheerful ambiance of the room disappeared. "H-hi… I know I'm not supposed to be here. I tried to talk to Irene but she insisted but I really didn't mean intruding and…" You were a stuttering mess while everyone watched. "I'm sorry, I'll just go…" You pointed towards the door, loosening the small hand bound around your wrist. "It's fine." Jin announced, "You're welcome to stay, y/n." Taehyung and Namjoon eyed one another credulously. What in the world was happening?! Irene leaned over to Hoseok to inquire exactly that. When Hoseok was done filling in the clueless girl, she gasped in surprise. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself. "Please excuse us for a while." She hauled you out of the room into the hallway and exclaimed "Y/n! Why didn't you tell me?! If I had know I wouldn't have---" "That's why. If I told you that Jin was my ex then you wouldn't shoot your shot." You reasoned. "But we're friends, y/n. I won't disrespect you like that..." "Nobody's disrespecting anybody, Irene. Jin and I, we're a thing of the past. I won't despise you for dating my ex. Hell, I'd be elated if you'd be his new girlfriend! You're one of the nicest people I know, and I'm rooting for you." "I freaking love you, y/n." Irene beamed, slightly teary eyed. - You both returned to the room hand in hand. "I'll stay for a while if you'll have me." You shyly announced, giving them all a ninety degree bow. "Great! Have a seat! You know you're still our friend, y/n." Namjoon offers you the seat next to his, and you gladly accept. You felt guilty hearing Namjoon's words. After breaking their best friend's heart, they still consider you a friend. Wait, that made it sound much worse. You didn't deserve the hospitality they're providing you. You tried settling down in your seat, ignoring the thick veil of awkwardness cloaking the entire room. You couldn't look Jin in the eye even though he was right across your seat, sitting comfortably next to Irene. Just when the tension and nerves were beginning to get to you, and you were contemplating about leaving, Jin comes to the rescue like he always does. "How have you been, yn?" He smiled sincerely, no hint of malice or resentment. "I-Im good." You scratched the back of your neck. A mannerism that comes out whenever you're nervous, Jin knows all too well. "Heard you aced your practical and you'll be graduating this year. Congrats." You concealed your anxiety with a chuckle. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." The small talk about school and such events between Namjoon and Jin went pretty smoothly for about ten minutes. When Namjoon's attention was directed towards Wendy and Jin was busy answering Irene's twenty questions, that's when you totally felt out of place. "I'll just head to the bathroom." Irene announced as she left the room. You finally had the chance to say what you have meant to say for the past 10 minutes. Even if the last thing he wanted was a lame apology from the likes of you, he still deserved it. The little voice in your head won't allow you sleep if you don't do it now. "Jin, I--" Before you could properly apologize for everything you did, someone knocked on the door while no one was expecting anyone anymore. Hoseok totally embodied the role of the bell boy today, as he was the one who kept answering the door for everyone. "Ah, Hey." A tall man stood before him, sporting an all black attire. Black shirt, black sweatpants, black boots, and the black jersey jacket ensemble of the University's football club. "Name's Jungkook, I'm here for yn." Hoseok surveyed the lad from head to toe before calling for you, "Y/nie! A boy named Jungkook is looking for you!" "Y-yeah! Coming." You looked at Jin apologetically, "Sorry. Talk to you next time." You bowed to everyone and said your regards before vacating the room with Jungkook. The sting, he felt it. It wasn't the same as the first time he heard you found somebody new, but it was still there. Jin found out that just after a week of breaking it off with him, you were already dating this Jungkook guy. At first he didn't believe it. He knew you were just as hurt as him for making such a monumental decision. He thought he knew you didn't have it in you to do such a thing. But he's been proven wrong before, why question everything now? He didn't have anyone to blame but himself. So for days and months, he'd been moping around his apartment. Not leaving his room unless he needed to eat or take a piss. His new roommate at that time, Taehyung, was heaven sent. Slowly but surely, he helped Jin recover and come back to his senses. He'd repeat, "It's not the end of the world." And "You'll find other girls." Like it was a mantra. At first he thought the boy was annoying 'cause he didn't want anyone but you. But later on he understood that Taehyung was only looking after him and wanted nothing but the best. As the days went by, he learned to live his life without you in the picture. Somewhere in his heart, he accepted that things were clearly not meant to be; that you weren't the same person you were when you first met; that you didn't love him anymore and maybe you breaking up with him was for the best. He's moved on, he can attest to that. And he doesn't want you anymore. But… Why was there a sudden ache in his heart the moment he saw Jungkook take you by the hand and lead you out of the room with a big smile on your face? That, even himself, can't answer.

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THE ULTIMATE RELATIONSHIP TAG

Status: Accepting

@streetsofsecrets said: cece and angelo 😌

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?: I don’t think their arguments ever get that serious and Cece is lucky that she got the tamest Amici, Angelo doesn’t really have that rage like his older brother or sister.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?: please, where are either of them are going to go? Melissa’s house so she can kick them out and force them to make up?

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?: Angelo might be dramatic and go to Cynthia’s apartment for an hour of two, but he always ends up coming back.

Who trashes the house?: . I can see Cece getting a little frustrated and maybe flipping something small over like a trash can but that’s really it.

Do either of them get physical?: NOOOOO! Angelo’s not even dramatic enough to punch the walls.

How often do they argue/disagree?: not very often or at least nothing too serious. Most of their disagreements are things like “I don’t like that sweater you put our ferret in.” And things alike.

Who is the first to apologise?: Angelo. It’s true, he’s a simp. He’ll slip out of the house and return with all of her favorite things. One time he came back with a whole new ferret!

Sex:

Who is on top?: Theure the type of couple that likes to experiment and doesn’t do typical positions like missionary. But, when they do decide to take a break from their wild position Angelo is usually the one on top.

Who is on the bottom?: occasionally Angelo will move to the bottom position just to observe Cece on top of him, but she’s usually the bottom.

Who has the strangest desires?: Cece is definitely bringing new ideas and discussions to the bedroom that Angelo wouldn’t even think of. He has to stop letting her wander off. Or not because they always usually end up liking her ideas.

Any kinks?: nothing too extreme or at least not on Angelo’s side. They might pull out cuffs every now and then or some toys just for the hell of it.

Who’s dominant in bed?: you would never think a himbo like Angelo would be as dominant as he is in the bedroom, but you’d be mistaken! That signature Amici passion and rage likes to show out in the bedroom. He’s a ‘hold your hands behind your back in doggy style and make you beg, maybe even smack you’ type of dominant. Not extreme, but enough that you know he’s in charge.

Is head ever in the equation?: OF COURSE! Angelo loves to give. He can spend hours between Cece’s legs.

If so, who is better at performing it?: while he is good at what he does, Cece does pull through every now and then and suck his souod out of him.

Ever had sex in public?: I feel like the club is their go to spot honestly

Who moans the most?: Cece, Angelo is more of a grunt and swear type.

Who leaves the most marks?: Angelo. Catch Cece waking up to huge hickes all over her neck.

Who screams the loudest?: Angelo when he gets to his climax.

Who is the more experienced of the two?: Angelo. He’s had his fair share of one night stands from the bar and he doesn’t mind adding to Cece’s experience.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?: Hmmm, 75% of the time it’s just casual sex but they’ll slip some soft love making in there.

Rough or soft?: A mixture of both.

How long do they usually last?: A good hour. Two if they’re really in the mood that day.

Is protection used?: loosely, they’re not too big on it but every now and then Angelo will whip it out just to try and seem responsible.

Does it ever get boring?: Never, Cece would never let intimate moments between them be dull!

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?: In the maintenance closet at work, while the bar was full too!

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?: No. Angelo really doesn’t want children at all. He would like to avoid that for as long as he can and live his life to the fullest. He’s not even the type where they end up having an oppsie daisy and end up loving/wanting more children: that one is enough for him for a while.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?: Two just so he won’t have an only child. The ferrets are enough as it is.

Who is the favorite parent?: They’re both so lovable, even as unexpected parents, this question is so trifling!

Who is the authoritative parent?: Angelo. The Italian dad in him really comes out sometimes. Old school Italian too, you can thank his grandma on his dad’s side for that.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?: Angelo. The both of them honestly.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?: I feel like their child would be sneaky and do it on their own just like their mama.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?: The both of them!! They’re those embarrassing parents in the stands wearing their kids face on their shirts and screaming.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?: Cecilia got that. Angelo hates schools.

Who changes the diapers?: Cecilia.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?: Angelo. Being a bartender has gotten him a crazy sleep schedule after so long so he has no problem with it.

Who spends the most time with the children?: Their schedules really aren’t that busy so I’d say the both of them.

Who packs their lunch boxes?: Angelo. And yes, he does sneak and give them more junk food sometimes.

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?: If they muussstt, I think the two of them would do it together. Using ferrets as an example of course so it’s not too uncomfortable on their end as well.

Who cleans up after the kids?: Cecilia. I feel like it’s built into her after all those years from being around Delores.

Who worries the most?: The both of them worry a lot but for different reasons, Cece a little more than Angelo.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?: Look I’m not saying watch out for Leonel, but watch out for Leonel ! Either him or Angelo’s grandma on his dad’s side. Yes, that old lady is kicking around.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?: Angelo. He’s a big baby. Cece will just be chilling on the couch and here he comes out of nowhere to lay on her.

Who is the little spoon?: Angelo. He likes to be held, but he’ll switch with Cecilia every now and then.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?: That heathen Angelo 🤚🏾

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?: Cece but not in a naughty type of way, but in a “I still need to know that you’re into me and like me so let me give you a random hug or something to remind you.” Type of way.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?: They never stop cuddling because of uncomfortableness ! It’s usually because they have to leave for work or somebody keeps calling Angelo.

Who gives the most kisses?: Angelo.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?: They then taking care of their animals into an activity. It’s a lot of them, almost a mini farm, so they decide to do things together to make most of those tasks easier. It’s a great way for them to bond and bond with their animals.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?: On the couch as Angelo watches some new cheesy reality tv show his mom recommended to him.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?: Not really grope, but sometimes when Cece walks by he likes to torture her by tickling her or poking her sides.

How often do they get time to themselves?: quite often! Work doesn’t take up a lot of their time, only nightly hours really so they have a lot of time in the day to just waste.

Sleeping:

Who snores?: Angelo and his trifling self. I feel like Cece does too but not like him.

If both do, who snores the loudest?: Angelo. Cece snores softly like her dad.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?: They share a bed! Even in the earlier stages of their relationship he would invite her to come sleep in the bed with him all the time.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?: Cozy up!

Who talks in their sleep?: Angelo will every now and then.

What do they wear to bed?: Angelo just sleeps on a pair of underwear and calls it a day. Angelo lends her shirts to sleep in every night.

Are either of your muses insomniacs?: Nah, they’re just usually up really late for work.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?: yeah, when their sleeping schedules get really out of wack because of work I can see them popping sleeping pills to fix it.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: please, their limbs are beyond entangled.

Who wakes up with bed hair?: Angelo. He always forgets to put it in a man bun before he falls asleep.

Who wakes up first?: They both sleep in pretty late, but Angelo’s usually up first because he likes to wake up to workout.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?: Angelo. He’s a sucker for romantic gestures like this.

What is their favourite sleeping position?: Cecilia all the way on top of him with his arms around her torso.

Who hogs the sheets?: Angelo. But he hogs Cece too so it makes up for it.

Do they set an alarm each night?: For work, yes.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?: Nope, Angelo prefers to keep it in the livingroom because he likes a completely dark and quiet environment to sleep.

Who has nightmares?: Neither of them. Except your run of the mill strange nightmares every now and then.

Who has ridiculous dreams?: Angelo.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Angelo. He might’ve accidentally kicked Cece off the bed once or twice.

Who makes the bed?: Do they really need to do that? They’re just going to slee in it again so what’s the point.

What time is bed time?: Some outrageous time like 1am or whatever time they get off of work.

Any routines/rituals before bed?: None for Angelo. He just puts his hair in a bun and calls it a day.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?: Angelo. He sits there for a good three minutes at the edge of the bed like ‘😒😐’.

Work:

Who is the busiest?: Angelo. Only because besides the bar he has to deal with all the business aspects of the bar and then family business from time to time.

Who rakes in the highest income?: Technically its Angelo because of his connections to crime, but excluding all that they make about the same.

Are any of your muses unemployed?: Cece was for a minute at the beginning of their relationship, but then Angelo offered her a job so not anymore.

Who takes the most sick days?: Angelo. There’s no way his dad needs him there every day. He’ll try and convince Cece to stay home with him too.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?: Cece. I can’t even begin to imagine what he antics that would stop her from doing that.

Who sucks up to their boss?: Neither of them!

What are their jobs?: They both work as bartenders, but Angelo doubles as a martial arts instructor for children and sometimes trains people at his father’s gym.

Who stresses the most?: Cece. She just doesn’t show it a lot but she’s not slick!

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?: Despite shitty customers every now and then, I think the both of them love their job. Bar tending is one of those jobs that won’t give you the same experiences and run-ins as any other jobs, so it’s never boring for them. Plus, they get to work alongside each other.

Are your muses financially stable?: Yeah. They’re living comfortably. Nothing too lavish, but it’s nice.

Home:

Who does the washing?: Angelo. He likes to make sure all of his workout clothes are cleaned often because you know, infections, so he just goes ahead and does their laundry.

Who takes out the trash?: Their penthouse/apartment thing has a chute in it that lets them just throw the trash down!

Who does the ironing?: Angelo. He likes his clothes looking crisp.

Who does the cooking?: They order those meal kits that come with all the ingredients and do it together.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Angelo.

Who is messier?: I’m going to put this one on their pets.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?: Angelo’s trifling self.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Angelo. He’s not used to living with other people yet.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?: Neither. Angelo got beat up too much by Romeila as kids for him to forget.

Who is the prankster around the house?: those darn sneaky ferrets!

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Cecilia.

Who mows the lawn?: um, neither. If anything Angelo will hire someone or call his dad over to do it.

Who answers the telephone?: Cece because she’s trying to be nosey for all the wrong reasons 🌚

Who does the vacuuming?: They don’t have carpet. Angelo despises it after growing up with it his whole life.

Who does the groceries?: They instacart that baby.

Who takes the longest to shower?: Angelo. He likes to make sure all that gym funk is off of him!

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?: The both of them honestly.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?: Not at all!

How many cars do they own?: Just one. They seem to go everywhere together anyway.

Do they own their home or do they rent?: Right now they’re just renting out an apartment, but eventually they’ll settle down into a nice house and buy it when they’re older. Or once they start having kids.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?: neither.

Do they live in the city or in the country?: The city all the way!

Do they enjoy their surroundings?: Yeah, it’s a chill apartment complex they live in and the view is nice.

What’s their song?: Sure Thing by Miguel.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Call each other cause they miss each other sksjkdks, but whenever they’re away for each other it’s usually because Angelo has classes to teach, wants to work out, visit his family, or Cecilia wants to go visit Melissa and her family!

Where did they first meet?: At the bar Angelo works out.

How did they first meet?: Angelo just so happened to be babbling to customers that night and talking about Sesame Street while fixing drinks and she just so happened to be one of those customers.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?: Angelo. He’s kinda bougie just a tad bit.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?: Angelo when he’s feeling a little cocky.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?: I’m so sorry Cece, but Angelo is going to chuckle at her if she ever falls in front of him because he’s childish like that 😔

Any mental issues?: *cough* Cece *cough*

Who’s terrified of bugs?: surprisingly, Angelo is.

Who kills the spiders around the house?: He forces Cece to do it or let’s one of their animals eat it.

Who pays the bills?: Angelo. He doesn’t make Cece put in because 1. He has the money & 2. He’s the one who invited her to live with him!

Do they have any fears for their future?: Not really. They’re just enjoying what they have in the moment.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Angelo, he likes to give her a taste of the boujie life every now and then!

Who uses up all of the hot water?: Angelo.

Who’s the tallest?: Angelo. The Amicis are some y’all beefy men.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?: Angelo. He needs to “wash” his hair all of a sudden when she gets in.

Who wanders around in their underwear?: The both of them.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Angelo. He gets in his own space and just starts vibing.

What do they tease each other about?: They’re one of those couples that have a lot of inside jokes going on. One of them can say a random word like “Cake” and start busting up because of something that happened with them, while everyone else is confused because they have no idea what’s going on or what it means.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?: Neither! They both match each other’s style perfectly. If anything they make fun of everyone else’s style.

Do they have mutual friends?: Yeah! I can see them being in the same circle friends wise and knowing a couple of the same people.

Who crushed first?: Cece. Angelo thought she was cute too, but he didn’t think he would see her again like all of the other cute customers he’s never talked to again.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?: No. For a bartender, Angelo rarely drinks at all. I do believe someone could convince Cece to do crack or something.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?: hmmmm, Cece? Yeah, Cece.

Who swears the most?: Angelo by a landslide. You can thank his grandma for that again.

The Hot Humid Night, pt 4

Part II ~ Part III

Geralt’s truck pulled up on Jaskier’s street, and the scant second the larger man cut the engine, Jaskier was out of the door. Roach barked impatiently, wanting to follow.

Geralt motioned for the dog to be quiet and then let him out of the vehicle, too.

“Fuck.” Jaskier dug in his pockets for his keys and came up empty. “I left the keys in the ignition, and the car exploded. That actually happened,” he muttered, feeling like he might vomit.

Geralt folded his arms. “Sorry for dragging you away from your death,” he said mildly.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Fuck,” he muttered again, but he found all the fight had drained out of him. “What shall we do? I’m on the ground floor.”

“Break a window?”

“That’s always your solution isn’t it? Brute force?”

Geralt shrugged. “It’s usually effective.”

Jaskier stalked up to the building, desperate to be alone and knowing it wouldn’t happen any time soon.

He cast around for the rock that was usually there, the one with the little kiss of pink on it.

“You keep a key under a rock ?” Geralt muttered, and Jaskier almost jumped out of his skin.

“Would you wear a bell? Jesus. And yes, I sometimes lock myself out, all right? Is that a crime?” He turned the rock, found the key in the little indent. “The main door is coded, but my apartment needs a key.”

Roach followed them round to the big main door. Jaskier inputted the code and a tired-looking foyer greeted them, one wall lined with nondescript mailboxes. Jaskier passed them without interest; mail could wait. He usually only got bills anyway.

The key fit snugly into the lock of Apartment 2. Jaskier almost stumbled inside, tiredness making his legs weak at the knees. He walked inside and stopped. Something felt… off.

Geralt shoved him aside. “Gas.”

“What-”

The larger man stalked through Jaskier’s apartment to the small stove, and shut the main switch off. “Your apartment stinks of gas, Jaskier.”

Now that it had been pointed out, Jaskier coughed on the thick, greasy stench of it, rushing to the kitchen window and opening it.

Geralt shook his head, expression grim. “Assuming the car explosion didn’t get you, you’d have come here, passed out from exhaustion, and probably never have woken up.”

Fear cut through Jaskier’s bone-deep tiredness and the mouse of panic skittered down his spine. “This is serious.”

“Oh really? What tipped you off?” Geralt drawled.

Roach had more sympathy, padding over to Jaskier and nosing at his hip. Grateful, Jaskier sank down on to the old grey sofa - a bargain at a yard sale a year ago - and let the dog climb up into his lap. Roach’s tail swished lazily as he snuggled in.

“Traitor,” Geralt muttered, but began what looked like, to Jaskier, an intensely thorough exploration of the apartment. “Who else has access?” he called from the bathroom.

“No one. Well, Yen I guess. And then there was that time I gave a key to this guy I was seeing, but it didn’t work out-”

“You just give keys to your lovers?” Geralt snarled from the direction of the shower.

“Well, he needed a place to crash for a few nights, and - you know what? We are not having this conversation. I don’t need to justify my life to you.”

He didn’t hear a response. Presumably Geralt was busy judging him some more based on the clutter of his apartment. “Whatever,” he muttered, and suddenly he was pressing his lips closed, trying not to cry.

Roach whined in sympathy, cuddling closer, and before he knew it, Jaskier was burying his face in the malamute’s soft grey fur, tears streaming from his eyes, his body shuddering.

When he lifted his head to take a breath, Geralt stood over him silently, his amber eyes soft. “Fuck,” he murmured.

Jaskier swiped at his eyes. “Just fuck off, why don’t you? With your silent judgement and your inability to say more than three words at once. And you obviously wish I’d been in that car when it went boom.”

He expected Geralt to swipe back, wanted it. Wanted the big, angry fight.

Instead, the taller man simply sank down next to him on the grey sofa and draped his arm over Jaskier, with a sigh.

As much as he tried to resist out of spite, Jaskier was so tired, and so spent, and instead of storming off to bed like the brat he wanted to be, he just leant into Geralt’s solid warmth and closed his eyes.

Some time later, he jerked awake. He was alone, laying on the sofa. He blinked a few times to clear his head. Something tickled his hand and he peered over the edge of the sofa to see Roach lapping at his fingers. So Geralt hadn’t left. Why that reassured him so, he couldn’t say.

He yanked his phone from his pocket. 4am. Ugh. Well, it looked like he wouldn't need those PJs that he had insisted Geralt stop here to get.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Geralt appeared from the direction of the bedroom.

“Barely.” Jaskier rubbed his eyes, still bleary. “What now?”

“Now we go to my place and I tell my boss what happened. Yennefer knows.”

“And did she say?” Jaskier stretched, trying to ease the kinks out of his shoulders, and not really succeeding. “I never thought it was possible to hear the raise of an eyebrow over the phone until I met her.”

Geralt chuckled, and Jaskier saw with surprise that he was handsome when he smiled. No, gorgeous. Wow. “Yes, she manages to convey a lot without words. She hopes you’re okay.”

“She said that?”

“Well, she asked if you were alive.”

“Hmmm, that’s emotional, for her.” Jaskier yawned hugely. “Coffee before we go? Please, I’m barely human without it.” He stood up, heading for the bathroom. “And are we not going to talk about…. Earlier? When you hugged me?”

Geralt was already opening cupboards and taking out mugs. “Why? You didn’t like it?”

Jaskier opened his mouth, then shut it again. “No, I did. I mean…” He pushed his hands through his hair, overtired, still. “Thankyou,” he finished, then closed the bathroom door before he could further make an ass of himself.

This chapter not beta read (we die like men).

Tagging: @eshra27​ @hopelessromanticspoonie​ @just-the-hiddles​ @mysterioussailorman​ @alexakeyloveloki​ @bardic-charm​ @promptandpros​ @whitewolfpup-ciri​

Bad Moon Rising: An Extra Chapter

A/N: Yes folks!! Here is an extra chapter of Bad Moon Rising and it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the story!!! This is just dirty, nasty, filthy smut for a Valentine’s Day present to my one and only, my sugar plum, my duckie, the fire of my loins, my daddy, my everything, -John Mulaney vc- MY WIFE, @langdonsinferno!!!!!!!! A huge shoutout to @sojournmichael for proof reading this for me!! 

Do you need to have read the rest of BMR to get this? Absolutely not! Just know that Michael is a vampire, Jim’s a merman, and Duncan’s a werewolf. There is also an appearance of a certain goddess of love in here ;) 

word count: 4.8 k of pure fucking filth and some fluffy aftercare at the end

warnings:  Blood play, Wax play, Knife play, Impact play, Bondage, Pansexual Group Sex, Bi!Reader, Exhibitionism, Choking, Roleplay and consensual dub con, Degradation, Cum play, Crying kink, Breeding Kink if you squint, everyone getting dommed by Aphrodite, Knotting, and that’s about it!

tag list: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @americanhorrorstudies, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @codyfernss, @sojournmichael, @langdonsoceaneyes, @lvngdvns, @wroteclassicaly, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @moonagecordelia, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning, and @roxytheimmortal

 The whole thing was Duncan's idea. Jim seemed on board for it, Michael seemed hesitant, and it was a chore and a half to convince her to leave for a weekend. 

"But I need to keep the boat running! I need to keep selling!" 

"Darling, you know money is no object for me. Come on, come to Seattle and spend the weekend with us. There's a party that I think you'll really enjoy. There's an old friend that really wants to meet you." 

So eventually, she agreed, but the curiosity as to who this old friend was was definitely a huge motivation. With Duncan's past and him being what he is, this friend could literally be anything and one. It was exciting. 

Now, what this party was was something that she felt like she shouldn't be surprised, yet she still is. A sex party. Of course this is what Duncan convinced everyone to go to. He had also convinced you to have some one on one with this friend, that he swore it would be worth every moment, and that she could finally explore that kink of her's. You know, the roleplay of not wanting it and then caving in and having your world rocked? Yeah, now was the time to explore that for her. 

She was by herself, the boys leaving her for her fantasy. Everyone was wearing masks and it was slightly disorientating, but there was a certain eroticism to it. The anonymity. She was sipping down a glass of a champagne, trying to calm her nerves when she saw it. A flash of a ruby bracelet dangling off a woman's wrist. That was the sign, that was the friend. Her stomach twisted in knots. 

Her eyes scanned from the bracelet up the arm and to the rest of the woman. Her jaw dropped. She was ... possibly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was tall, her long, thick, graceful legs carried her with an inhuman elegance. Her curves were impossibly exaggerated, and while most of her face was obscured, she could see the most attractive and full lips pouting from under the mask. Blonde hair curled like water down her back, framing her features perfectly. She made her way towards her. 

She gulped as the other woman took a seat besides her. "What's a pretty little thing doing here by yourself?" 

It was harrowing. She was tongue tied looking at this woman. "I- I- uh, I'm not alone. My boyfriends are here." 

Her eyes quirked, as if she didn't know that, "Oh? Boyfriends? Managed to wrangle yourself multiple? That's impressive, but I have to ask, no girlfriend or girlfriends?" 

She shook her head and the other leaned in, "Would you like one?" 

Her mind went blank. She knew what Duncan had planned, she was all on board for this kink, but how in the world wide fuck was she supposed to act like she didn't want this. "I don't think they'd appreciate it if I hooked up with someone behind their back," she managed to choke out. 

The other just let out a small tsk. "Honey, I don't see them anywhere," the other's hand fell to her knee, "Plus, there's so many people here, I don't think they'd even catch us." 

This woman's voice was like honey dripping on her ears and she was already getting light headed with arousal. "I still feel wrong ab-" she was cut off as the other's hand started trailing up her leg, and just for the sake of the game, she clamped her legs shut around her hand. 

"Oh sweet girl, maybe I can convince you otherwise," the other smiled sweetly. She flipped up the long part of her asymmetrical skirt to loosen something. The other woman was pulling an elegant knife to hold hold against her throat in a loose short of threat. "How does this work?" 

All she could do was open her legs for the other's hand to work her way up to tease her bare core.

"Hmmm, acting all innocent while at a party like this, and not wearing any panties." The other leaned to press her against the couch, "You can drop the act, little girl. We all know what type of slut you are." 

Her folds were already wet, and the other had no problem slipping two fingers into her, curling them expertly to hit that spot inside of her. 

"You let three men fuck you all at once, and not just human males, but two hot blooded creatures who half the time just want to fill your empty womb with their seed, and the other just wants to drain you of all your blood. Tell me, how does it feel to have one stretching your cunt, and your ass, and your throat all at once?" The other's fingers were working her even harder, building a rhythm of fucking, then just curling, massaging her g-spot. Her brain short circuited for a moment. 

Then, the other's fingers were pulling out of her, the knife was pressed against her throat harder, and a sharp pain emanated when the other's hand came to slap down on her pussy. "I asked you a question, slut." 

A gasp escaped her throat, god this was everything she could ever ask for. "It's so much," she panted out, "It hurts, but the stretch is so good, they use me up, sometimes by the end of it, I'm crying, but they're always so sweet after we're done." 

The other's hand resumed her rhythm and the knife was lowered slightly. "That's a good little slut. Letting others use you for their pleasure past the point of it hurting you." The other's thumb started rubbing circles on her clit, making her back arch, her breathing turning into pants. 

"I've barely even touched you and you're already a mewling mess, no wonder how you managed to capture the attention of all those beasts." The other's knife dragged down her skin, leaving a trail of irritated skin in its wake. When the blade got to the fabric, with a simple flick of the other's wrist, it was shredding the fabric of her dress. This is when she became intimately aware of the other people watching them, clearly enraptured with such a display. She was naked for their eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

It was too much, too much the hand working what felt like literal magic on her and the eyes devouring her helpless frame, offering no help and just watching her be taken by this woman, all happening at once, and without much warning, a hurried and small orgasm wracked her body. It took her by surprise, but she knew there was going to be a punishment from this woman. 

The other woman let out an amused hum, but she could see the anger in her eyes. "Did you just cum without permission, little slut?" All she could answer with was a weak nod. 

She felt herself get yanked onto the other's lap and flipped around, ass up in the air across the other's lap. The other took the ruined scraps of her dress and ripped long strips off as to tie her arms behind her back. The restraints started at her wrists and went up the entire length of her forearms, keeping her totally bound. "So, this little slut thinks she can just take any orgasm she wants? Like her body doesn't belong to any higher being than her lowly little human self? Hmm? You're a human fuck toy for us to play with, don't forget it." She ran her hand down the flesh of her ass as if deciding something, "Count for every hit, and you will thank me after every two hits." 

Great, something that required thinking. This woman definitely knew what she was doing. She knew how to play the game. 

The first hit was a jolt to her system, but she managed to squeak out a one, and when the next, a breathy, "Two. Thank you." Came out. Okay, all she had to do was keep that in mind. With the even numbers, say thank you. Slick was already gathering at the apex of her thighs, but it was starting to creep down, the slick creating thin lines when her legs separated in response to the hits. Her cunt was practically begging to be touched at this point. 

Fifteen. Fifteen smacks to each side of her ass, and she was shaking at this point. If there was one more hit, she might have cum on the other's legs right there. It hurt to move, but the other woman was rubbing soothing circles into her skin. A hum escaped the other's mouth. "No wonder why they're all falling over you. You take everything one is willing to give you, and you still practically beg for more, pain or pleasure. Here, little one." The other  was a bit softer now as her hands pushed her forward, face down and ass up, and off of her lap. 

The other splayed her open and her tongue dug in, tantalizing licks to her outer lips before working her way in. Teasing licks to her clit, swipes over her entrance before lips wrapped around her clit, sucking with just the right pressure to make her see stars. She was practically screaming into the couch cushions, giving the others quite a show. 

Something, seemed familiar though? The technique? The way her lips and tongue worked against her felt familiar. It dawned on the human. It was the same technique that Michael and Duncan used anytime they went down on her. The same moves that made her forget her own name, the ones that drove her over the edge again and again, but somehow better. Inhuman. Even more so than her two lovers. It clicked. They both learned from the same woman, the one only one that made sense that she could fuck someone better than them. It was Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love was currently working her cunt and she knew that she wasn't going to last long. 

"Oh god, Aphrodite, I'm going to cum," she moaned loudly, and the goddess grinned. 

"Look at you, little girl," she teased as she spoken against her cunt, sending small shock waves through her body. "How clever of you, to figure out who I am. For that, you get to cum." Her mouth went back to working her core, making delicious moans fall out of the human, not caring who saw her at this point. The whole room was looking at her, and she cautioned a glance, seeing how many people were touching themselves at the sight of her. It was enough that she was spasming against Aphrodite's mouth, earning a smirk from her. 

The girl was exhausted now, but Aphrodite didn't care about that. The night was young, and she still had much to experience. The goddess rose, sheathing her expensive knife, and easily picked her up, throwing her over her shoulder, and strolling casually to one of the rooms. She was tired, and with her arms bound, there wasn't much for her to do but to accept this. She looked like some spoils of war that Aphrodite was taking just to ravish her more in private. 

She was tossed on the bed and Aphrodite smiled down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Oh you pretty little thing. What did those idiots do to deserve you?" 

She was pulling her dress off now, and the sight was nearly blinding with how perfect she was. Thick thighs, luscious curves, she smooth skin. It made her shrink a little in her spot on the bed. Aphrodite noticed his and there was a soft smile on her lips. 

"My darling," she purred as she got on the bed and crawled up the length of her body, "You are perfect the way you are. If I wasn't enraptured with your beauty," Aphrodite stroked her cheek softly, "I wouldn't have been begging for an audience with you. Never doubt your beauty." Their lips met in a soft moment, her lips being the softest things she had ever felt in her life. She was weak and she needed more. 

Aphrodite giggled as the girl nipped her lips. "Oh, darling, there is plenty of time to get rough tonight, take your time." She kissed the other's neck slowly, letting the heat sink into the other. Her lips were soft, so soft, it felt like clouds were caressing her neck, before teeth came came down suddenly on the sensitive skin. She kissed her way up to murmur in her ear, "It's all about the contrast." 

With that, the goddess continued to move up the bed until she placed a thigh on with side of her face, the goddess's divine cunt just mere inches above her face. "Now, you be a good little slut for me, and make mommy cum. How well you do now effects how much you get treated later when your other lovers come to visit us." With that, Aphrodite lowered herself down on her face. 

Her tongue immediately starts going to work, emulating what she's learned from Michael, Duncan, and the goddess currently riding her face. She earns a pleased moan. "That's it, what a perfect little slut you are. You've been paying attention." She starts sucking on Aphrodite's clit and she can feel the goddess start to back against her face. 

She gets lost in the sensation, just licking and sucking. Her lover tastes as divine as one would expect her to. The only thing that matters to her right now is to keep the woman above her moaning as sweetly as she is. Feeling the thick fingers tease at her entrance makes her jump, and she can hear Duncan's laughter. 

"Your lover's mouth is completely wasted on your cocks," Aphrodite pants out, a teasing grin on her face. 

"Well, you've never had your cock down her throat so I think we can just agree to disagree there, darling," Duncan muses before meeting her mouth in a passionate kiss. There are hands over the girl's skin and soft kisses trailing down her thighs. Michael. 

Duncan's lips moved down to take one of Aphrodite's nipples into his mouth. She moaned loudly before she looked at the fourth member of this relationship. "And you must be Jim, come here darling," she moaned as Duncan bit her, "Let me get a look at you." 

The look quickly turned into a heated kiss. She started sucking on Aphrodite's clit, feeling how close her body was to cumming. Suddenly, Michael bit down into her thigh to drink from her femoral artery. She groaned harshly into the goddess's cunt, being the final thing that she needed to push her over. She was grinding her hips into her face, riding out her orgasm. 

Michael was content, taking large gulps in time with her heart beat. Her hands released from Aphrodite's hips and went to Michael's hair to pull him closer. There was something terribly erotic about having Michael feed from her. His mouth finally released from her leg when she was starting to get light headed. 

Before he could even lick his lips, Aphrodite was pulling him into a kiss. She moaned at the taste of blood on his tongue. The blood smeared as their lips worked together, taking time to relish in the taste on both of their mouths. Their tongues worked in a lazy battle of dominance, neither one caring in particular who came out on top. 

When they broke apart, they both licked their lips. 

"Oh, my sweet," Aphrodite spoke to her, "Every single part of you is absolutely delicious. I'm surprised you aren't one of my creations." That earned a bright red blush. 

Jim was laying by her side, pulling her into a kiss before she could react. She smiled and melted into the kiss, allowing Jim to pull her on top of him. Her hips started grinding into him, and he pulled down the briefs that were keeping him modest, already ridged and ready for her. There was no need for any foreplay by now. 

She hurried to sink herself on Jim's cock, both of them groaning at the slow motion. It wasn't long though, before Jim was snapping his hips up and she was meeting every single thrust, both of them letting their moans drip deliciously from their mouths. 

Aphrodite sighed, watching the pair of lovers, "Isn't it just beautiful?" She mused. 

"I could think of a few other beautiful things that we could do," Duncan murmured, leaning in for a kiss. 

She stopped him with a hand on her throat. "Did I say you could touch me, Wolf Pup?" She squeezed slightly and as her eyes turned to him to see him melting at the contact. She squeezed harder. 

"What do you think, Kitten?" her eyes shifted to Michael, "I ride him until he sees stars and you fuck that pretty little mouth of his since he's so fond of running it?" 

Michael smiled, "I think that sounds like a fantastic idea, Goddess." 

She smiled as she pushed Duncan down to the mattress. Michael took his position straddling his shoulders and yanking on his hair so his mouth was right against his cock, and as much as Duncan hated being in this position, he was gladly taking Michael's cock, lavishing the hand with languid licks while looking up through his lashes at Michael. It was such a beautiful sight, but Michael wanted to see tears falling from his eyes. He pulled Duncan's head forward roughly, and he gladly took Michael's length, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and bobbed his head up and down the length. He moaned loudly feeling Aphrodite mounting him. She wasted no time, bouncing up and down on his cock. Jim couldn't help but watch the sight as the human girl kissed on his neck. 

It was cute to watch Duncan work his mouth over him, but Michael definitely needed more. He started thrusting into his mouth, making him moan and then gag as Michael hit the back of this throat, but he didn't care. He pushed right past Duncan's gag reflex and to his throat. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, from the brutal fucking of his throat and the fast pace that Aphrodite was taking, but he didn't break eye contact with Michael, letting him see the fucked out expression on his face.

"You're such a pretty bitch, Duncan." Michael gloated, earning a whine from the other man, making Michael moan as it reverberated around his cock. Aphrodite was panting, always loving the feeling of Duncan stretching her. He was such an exceptional fit for her. 

The tears spilt over and were running down Duncan's cheeks now, and that's all it took for Michael to cum down his throat, leaving Duncan no other option but to swallow it all up. Michael pulled out of his mouth with a pop and leaned down, licking the tears off of Duncan's face, groaning at the salty taste. 

Michael got off of him to turn his attention to the other two.

Duncan looked at Aphrodite, and she smirked, feeling a certain part of him starting to expand. "My my, Duncan. Are trying to knot me because it's close to your rut or is it just being in my presence?" She taunted him, she knew the answer. Being in her presence brought out the most animalistic aspects of people out. Evidence being the way Duncan's cock was swelling even though he was definitely too far out from his rut for that or by the way Jim just bit at the human's collar bone with his sharp teeth, drawing blood and Michael was immediately latching on to drink from the wound. 

An idea came to her mind, "Has Y/N taken your knot?" and he shook his head. 

She grabbed his cock just at the top of his knot and she lifted herself off, making me cry out in frustration. "Save it for your little human slut. I want to see her take her first knot. I want you to fill up her pretty little womb. See if you can make it swell." All he could do was whine in agreement, just the thought of that had his cock twitching dangerously close. 

Jim was almost done with her now, he had her on her back now as his hips pistoned in and out of her, Michael as still sucking on her collarbone and his hand was in between the two, rubbing circles on her clit. With a desperate shout, she came undone, her pussy tightening around Jim's length, milking his release. 

They were panting, but Aphrodite gently pulled Jim from her, she had plans for this little girl. Her head lowered between her legs, tongue tasting her used pussy and Jim's cum, making the other call out loudly, still being so sensitive. She collected as much of the merman's essence on her tongue as she could and she crawled up to the other's mouth. 

The men all stared, enraptured as Aphrodite slipped Jim's cum into her mouth, their tongues tangled together, the cum being shared between them. She moaned deeply, tasting Aphrodite, herself, her blood, and Jim all in one. The sticky cum lubricated their kiss and some ran down both of their chins. Aphrodite broke the kiss and a thin string of the cum kept them connect as they both looked over at the boys, all of them staring with wide open mouths. 

Aphrodite crawled behind her and got herself situated at the headboard of the bed and pulled the girl against her by her neck, letting her grip tighten a bit, letting her know this wasn't an option, between her legs. Her back was flushed against the goddess's chest and the goddess used her legs to spread the other's keeping them trapped open with an iron like hold over her. She whined, she was so sensitive, but with her arms still bound behind her back, there wasn't much that she could do. 

"Duncan, dear. Come here. You know what I want you to do," the goddess hummed, and she was getting a little nervous at the words, but Aphrodite just stroked her hair, "It'll be okay, little one. You'll be cumming harder than you ever had. Just relax." 

Jim and Michael realized that they were own their own for this, which they quickly were on each other, wrestling with each other. Being in the goddess's presence had awoken something in Jim, easily pinning Michael to the bed as his teeth were pressing on Michael's throat, threatening damage if Michael moved too much. Michael relaxed into his hold and Jim gingerly let his throat go. This was not the same Jim that Michael was used to and he found himself spreading his legs for him. 

Duncan had crawled up her length, pressing kisses into her neck as he pulled her down just a bit to get a better angle to fuck her in. Aphrodite leaned over to the bedside table to pick up one of the candles lighting the room. With an amused sigh, she poured some of the hot wax that had collected down Duncan's back, right as he was preparing to enter the other, making him gasp and his hips to jet forward, taking her much rougher than he had intended to, but it just earned a languid moan from the girl. 

The little break gave Duncan a chance to relax, to collect himself a bit, but he was quickly snapping his hips into her, not giving her a moment to breathe. Aphrodite poured some of the wax down her chest, watching the girl twist in agony and pleasure. She poured a bit of the wax on each of her nipples, relishing in the high pitched squeals she let out. Then the goddess was rolling each one to watch the wax crack as soon as it was dry. 

With each administration from Aphrodite, her cunt was clentching down on Duncan, and he had no idea how long he could last. He looked over once he felt a hand hit his arm and then grab onto him. Michael had his ass up, head tossed back as Jim rutted into him. Jim had his teeth sunk into Michael's flesh, deep black blood running down his chest onto the blanket. He was holding onto Duncan for a life line, something to keep him grounded in reality. It just served to make Duncan harder, his knot starting to inflate. 

She tensed underneath him, not sure what that sensation is. "Just relax," Aphrodite cooed as a hand came down to rub her clit. 

Duncan growled loudly, and it wasn't just a normal growl, it was deep and animalistic, the sound that came from his throat when he was in wolf form. Her anxiety sky rocketed and she felt his sharp, inhuman teeth, nip at her neck, a warning to stay in the same place. It was like both Jim and Duncan were feeling symptoms of their ruts in the presence of the goddess, and Aphrodite was absolutely delighted. 

The knot was starting to catch, and Duncan's pants and thrusts were becoming erratic. It hurt, but it was making her toes curl. "That's it baby girl," Aphrodite cooed, "Take his knot. Take all of his cum. Let him fill that pretty cunt of yours, and if any luck, he'll even be filling your womb." 

Shock filled her system and she was about to say something, his knot? What the hell was she talking about? What did that mean? 

Then she felt it. He thrusted into her with one last loud growl into her ear and she felt what was catching on her entrance pushing into her, expanding painfully. It hurt, but the stimulation had her head reeling. Aphrodite slapped her clit, harshly for good measure, and she was screaming and spasming around Duncan's knot, though there was barely any room for her cunt to even twitch. It was blissful agony. Tears sprung to her eyes, but Aphrodite was quick to kiss them away. There was the dull ache between her legs as she felt his cock twitching, releasing torrents of cum into her. This was more than she was ever used to from him. She whimpered. 

"It's okay darling, just accept it," Aphrodite cooed as she massaged her breast, making her keen at the feeling. Duncan was panting heavily, resting his body weight against the two women, but he left lazy and soft kisses on her skin. She whimpered with every moment from him, so he made a conscious effort not to move his hips at all. 

The sound of Michael and Jim groaning loudly caught all of their attention as both of them came. Michael collapsed in a pool of his own cum, but he could hardly care. All of them had blown pupils and they were all slowly trying to recover. Jim got off of Michael, the both of them groaning again, softly this time. 

They both scooted up to lay closer to the other three. Michael studied how they were laying, confused for a moment before it clicked. "Jesus Christ, Duncan, did you knot her?" He asked, a little perturbed, many concerned with her safety and comfort. 

Aphrodite smiled softly, "Oh Michael, you are so protective," she stroked his cheek and he softened a little, "I told him to do it. I know she could take it. Couldn't you, darling?" She asked softly. "I couldn't help myself, I wanted to see her take a knot for the first time." 

She nodded in response. 

"How are you feeling?" Jim asked as he laid his head on top of Michael's arm so he could watch everything happening. 

"Really full," she groaned with a bit a laugh, and everyone either smiled or chuckled. 

Duncan gently kissed her on the lips, "You sweet girl," he murmured, "You took all of me." His voice reflected his wonder at this girl. 

"You have quite the amazing lover here, boys," Aphrodite smiled as she started playing with her hair. 

The pressure was starting to lessen and with a light tug, Duncan pulled free with a pop, making her moan as she felt a flood of cum fall from her. The other's eyed her hungrily, but they all kept themselves back, knowing she needed time to recover. 

Duncan climbed off of her and let the two women join Michael and Jim before he took up his position behind Aphrodite, holding her close. Aphrodite easily ripped the fabric that was still holding her arms back. She was snuggled safely between Michael and Aphrodite, she felt both Jim and Duncan's hands coming to her, caressing her gently. Jim nuzzled his face into Michael's neck and he sighed happily. With these sweaty and hot bodies, for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he shared their warmth. 

"Well, I suggest we all rest up," Aphrodite gave the human woman a playful smirk, "Before round two."