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multifanhoe99 · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 29- Hypnosis/ Mind Control

Pairing: Demon!Kino x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-con, unprotected sex, biting/marking, creampie, use of good girl, mentions of later being used by all of Pentagon.

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Kino was known for being the best hypno therapist around. So, when you found that you've been having a hard time sleeping and nothing else seemed to be working you decided what harm it did to give him a shot. You made your way to Kino's office, feeling slightly skeptical but also desperate for a good night's rest. The office was located in an old building, with creaky wooden floors and dim lighting. Kino greeted you with a warm smile and offered you a comfortable armchair to sit in.

"Tell me, what seems to be the problem?" he asked in a soothing voice.

"I just can't seem to fall asleep at night. I've tried everything - meditation, sleeping pills, relaxation techniques - but nothing seems to work," you explained, feeling a sense of relief to finally voice your troubles to someone who might be able to help.

Kino nodded in understanding. "I see. Well, I think I have just the thing for you." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a metronome.

"This is a special metronome that I use in my hypnotherapy sessions. It's designed to help guide you into a deep state of relaxation and sleep. Are you ready to give it a try?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling hopeful that this might be the solution to your problem. Kino placed the metronome in front of you and began to swing it back and forth.

"Focus on the sound of the metronome," he instructed, "let it lull you into a state of calmness and relaxation." You followed his lead, allowing the steady rhythm of the metronome to wash over you. Your body began to feel heavy and your mind cleared of all thoughts. Kino's voice became distant, as if it was coming from somewhere far away.

"Relax your body," he continued, "let go of all your worries and fears. You are safe here with me." You felt yourself slipping deeper and deeper into a trance-like state. The metronome became the only thing in the world that existed, and all your senses became focused on it.

As you drifted deeper into the hypnotic state, you heard a faint whisper in your ear. The voice was familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Relax. Let yourself go," it whispered. The metronome continued to swing back and forth, and you felt yourself being pulled along with the gentle rhythm. The voice continued to speak softly, urging you to let go of all your worries and fears. You felt a warm, comforting presence enveloping you, and you surrendered to the hypnotic trance completely.

In this deep state of relaxation, you felt as though you could let go of everything and sink into the vast emptiness of your mind. You were weightless, without a care in the world. You felt as though you were floating on a sea of calm, with nothing to worry about and no one to disturb your peace. As the metronome continued to swing, you felt the hypnotic trance deepen. You could feel your body becoming more and more relaxed, and it felt so good to be here.

Kino smiled as his plan was working. The deeper you fell into his trance the easier it would be to have his way with you and then make you his.The demon needed to eat somehow and what better way than to use his powers to put unsuspecting victims in blissful trances. You allowed yourself to relax more in his trance loving the weightless feeling and not having to think about anything. Totally unaware of the demon's intentions of taking your body and feeding off your soul.

Your mind drifted in the blissful trance; you were completely unaware of the demon's intentions. The metronome's rhythmic ticking was the only sound that echoed through the room. The demon continued to whisper in your ear, his voice soft and seductive. As he spoke, his breath tickled your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let go of all your worries and fears. Surrender to me, and I will give you everything you desire," the demon whispered. You felt a strange sensation washing over you, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The demon's touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt as though there was nothing in the world that could match this feeling of euphoria. Kino's hands traveled your body gently. He wanted to make you his but, he also wanted to take his time and make you feel good.

Your body responded eagerly to Kino's touch, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You were lost in the sensation, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure that was coursing through you. You moaned softly as Kino's hands moved over your body, exploring every curve and dip, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The demon's whispers grew louder, his voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now," he said, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I will take care of you, make you feel good. All you have to do is surrender to me."

You felt yourself nodding, unable to resist the allure of his voice. You didn't care what he wanted from you, all that mattered was the pleasure he was giving you. Kino's hands continued to move over your body, his touch sending bolts of electricity through you. You panted as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of release.

At last, you could take no more and with a soft cry you found your release.

The demon licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched you come. You were his now and he would be taking your body and soul. He'd been around for a very long time and had never had a a woman's soul. This fact made him very happy as he watched you slowly come down from your orgasm.

"That was lovely. I'm glad you enjoyed it," Kino said sweetly, "now, it's time for me to make you mine."

You looked at him in confusion as he leaned in to kiss you. You could feel the rush of lust as his lips pressed against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He moaned softly against your lips as you kissed him back, his tongue invading your mouth. As you felt his hand sliding up your leg you knew what was next. You'd barely had time to register his words before his hands began to wander down to remove your pants and underwear. He hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy all for him. He removed his own pants and underwear letting his cock spring free.

"You will make a magnificent queen for my brothers and I," he said, "First, I must take you and make you mine. Body and soul."

He moved forward to kiss you again as he lowered himself down between your legs. He looked into your eyes as he slid into you, letting you feel his hard cock slowly filling you up inch by inch. At first, you didn't know what to think but, your body responded and you found yourself meeting his thrusts with your own.

You moaned as he began to fuck you faster, the look of pure lust in his eyes exciting you. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he fucked you harder and faster, his hips slapping against your ass. You felt the fire of passion burning within you, growing in intensity, until you couldn't hold on any longer.

You screamed in ecstasy as you came again, the demon still thrusting into you. He moaned in response, his pleasure mixing with yours. "Don't stop," you begged as he continued to thrust into you, his rhythm never slowing. You writhed beneath him as your third orgasm approached quickly, his cock sending jets of pleasure through your body.

"I will never stop," he grunted, "and you will never leave." His pace quickened even more, his eyes never leaving yours.

You cried out, the sensation of the demon's cock pumping into you too much. Your third orgasm hit harder than the previous two, and you felt yourself being pulled under by the intensity of the pleasure. The demon continued to fuck you, harder and deeper. He let out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. You felt his cock twitch inside you as his orgasm hit. He continued to thrust into you, filling you with his cum. As he came down from his orgasm, he bit hard into your shoulder. In the trance state you were in there was no pain only pleasure as he fed on your soul officially leaving his mark on you binding you to him forever.

After he had finished marking you and feeding on your soul he withdrew his teeth from you and licked the wound to help it heal. Then, he helped you clean up and get redressed. He fixed himself up and slowly lifted you out of the trance. The demon smiled from above you and kissed you again before pulling you into a sitting position and putting his arms around you.

"I claimed you the first time I made you orgasm," he whispered as he pulled you in close to him.

"Do you remember everything that has happened here?" he asked you, his voice was low and sultry. You nodded slowly, your mind still foggy from the trance and the pleasure.

"My brothers want to meet you," he continued, "and to show you the pleasures you have yet to experience." You nodded again, your mind slowly beginning to come back together.

"They will be here soon," he explained, "I can feel it. They are anxious to meet you, and you to meet them." He kissed you gently, his lips soft and sweet.

"I can't wait for them to meet you," he said, "I think they will be happy with what they find." He smiled at you again and you felt your heart skip a beat. The demon could see the look of lust in your eyes. He hadn't used much of his powers on you yet and already you were falling for him.

"You know in your heart that you belong to me, and my brothers," he said, his lips curling into a smile as he watched you fight to stay in control.

"Come now, we have much to do," he said as he led you to the mirror. Once there, he turned you to face him and smiled at you. "I'm glad that you're here," he whispered, his breath brushing against your skin, "I'm sure that one day you'll love me as much as I love you."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his words. "How could you love me? You don't even know me?" "Don't worry, my dear." he said again, "I will be showing you."

As you looked into the mirror, you watched as a dark mist crept up behind you. You turned to face it, and once you did you watched as the mist wrapped itself around you. Before you knew it, you could no longer see yourself in the mirror and when you turned to face Kino again, all you found was an empty room.

You sat down on the floor, trying to think about what had just happened to you. You weren't sure what to think or how to feel. What had that all meant? Slowly, the mist cleared and you were able to see yourself again. When you looked in the mirror, you found that a beautiful tattoo of a daisy in a pentagon had appeared on your shoulder. You stood up and took a closer look at the tattoo. It was Kino's mark on you. You felt something stir inside of you. You couldn't wait to see him again and to meet his brothers.

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A/N: The self-indulgence is so real! Also, hooray I am almost caught up!

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huihuiheart · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 D4: Unwind - Pentagon - Kino

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Pairing: Kino/ Kang Hyunggu x Afab! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship Au

Summary: Hyunggu just wants to be the most loving boyfriend and take all your stress away. You’ll let him take care of you, won’t you?

Warnings: Stress, crying, slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, oral (reader receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe).

Word Count: 2171

Hyunggu didn’t expect everything to be perfect when he got home everyday, but coming home to see your face tear stricken and distressed shattered his heart in a way he wished he had never had to feel. He’s quick to close the gap between you both, cradling you to his chest and cooing softly as he feels tears of his own start to fall, ever sensitive to those around him.

“Shh love it’s alright, I’m here now. It’ll be okay, I promise you. I’ll do whatever I need to to make it better, just tell me whatever it is you need.” He speaks to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he wipes the tears away so delicately as if you were made of glass. Watching as your sniffles calm just slightly.

“It’s stupid though.” You mumble, pouting a little.

“Nothing you ever share with me will be stupid love, please just tell me… unless you’re uncomfortable.” Hyunggu notices how you shake your head in response to being uncomfortable about it and hums before continuing, “Then why don’t you take a moment to breathe and then you can tell me okay?”

You nod as you take a shaky breath before finally telling him, “I’m so tired. My brain has just been working nonstop and I just don’t want to think anymore. Want you to do something to take the stress away, please Hyunggu. I just… don’t want to have to think anymore.”

He kisses your forehead with a soft hum, “You’ve been working so, so hard my love, and I’m so proud of all you’ve done and continue to do. I really do want to take your thoughts and worries away, but if I fuck you dumb right now then you’ll just want to sleep and that’s ignoring some of your needs.” When you whine he chuckles, but then continues, “So how about this? I draw you a bath while you finish calming down, since your muscles need to relax after sitting most of the day studying. I’ll order your favorite and when you get out we’ll eat, then once I make sure your muscles have actually recovered I’ll take away every last thought in that pretty little head of yours, one-by-one if I have to. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” You sigh out, melting into his arms for a moment before he’s kissing the top of your head again and pulling away to go prepare a bath for you.

When he returns it’s to take your hand and guide you to the bathroom, carefully helping you strip and putting your hair out of the way, he’d help you wash that later but that wasn’t the point of this right now. Giving you the physical support you need to step into the bath, looking at it slightly surprised for a moment, before Hyunggu chuckles and encourages you to actually slip into it.

“You spoil me too much Hyunggu.” You let out a breath of relief when feeling the warm water surrounding you, hands swirling it slightly before you as you take in what Hyunggu did to it. Milk and lavender surround you as you collect some of the flowers in your hand for a moment before returning them to the tub.

“Hush, don’t think about that right now. Just relax for now, this will help you feel much better.” He assures, kissing your temple, “Let yourself relax fully and take your time, I’ll go order the food now. It’ll be ready whenever you are.”

You close your eyes and lead your head back to rest, finally letting your body settle for the first time that day and you were sure the warmth fully surrounding you helped with that. Hyunggu pops in occasionally to check on you as well as to bring you a glass of wine. Then when the water cools enough that you’re ready to get out he is there to give you a hand and dry you off with a fluffy towel before slipping a robe onto you. He doesn’t say much as he guides you, content to let your brain rest and just allow you to fully recharge for the night without the burden of conversation when it isn't necessary. A warm meal is definitely what you need to feel much more alive, especially with the added benefit of it being your favorite and curbing your craving for it. Hyunggu cleared the table for you both and ushering you away from the kitchen before you could even catch a glimpse of the dirty dishes.

“That’s not for your pretty little head to worry about, just let me take care of everything tonight.” He places a soft kiss to your neck before leading you back to the bedroom and slipping the robe back off, making you anticipate what was to come.

“Gonna fuck me dumb now?” You ask him short of breath and he chuckles against your neck.

“Patience, love, all in good time. First I wanna work out any knots in your muscles. That way I don’t hurt you when I do fuck that pretty little head empty.” He smirks at you before leading you to lay down on your stomach on the bed. Leaning over you to work out your muscles, starting with your neck and working all the way down to your feet, paying careful attention to each one, especially when it felt extra tense. Taking whatever time he needed to to do so. Paying no attention to the soft whines and whimpers leaving you even if typically he would have scolded you some for your impatience. He let it all slide tonight, knowing you had been pushed to your limits by your studies and so tonight was just about what you needed.

Once he’s done he leans up to kiss you softly for a moment before pulling back to glaze into your hooded eyes with a sense of endearment in his eyes, “Still want me to empty that pretty little head of yours, love? Or are you ready to just sleep? Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Wanna feel all of you, but I am tired.” You answer honestly and Hyunggu nods, kissing your forehead as a form of praise.

“You don’t have to do any work, love, leave that to me. If that’s what you want though I can take every little thought away for you.” Hyunggu cups your cheeks, squeezing just enough to make your lips pucker a little and pout into a kiss that he’s quick to steal.

“Please Gu, so tired of thinking. Want my head to be so empty.” You whine and he chuckles against your lips, silencing you with another kiss.

“Then that’s what you’ll get, baby. No more thoughts, no more decisions, just me making you feel good.” He assures you, already having in mind that any of his typical teasing to get you to be vocal for him didn’t matter tonight. Instead it would just be showering you in pleasure and praise.

His hands gently pushing your thighs apart as he trails soft kisses down your form, reaching around you for a moment only to grab a pillow that he places under your hips a moment later as he lifts them for you. Kissing along your pantyline in the next moment, despite how you’re bare for him.

“Like this way, keeps you closer to me.” Hyunggu mumbles against your skin before lowering to press a kiss to where you wanted him finally. Tongue slipping out to delicately trace all the places he knew you loved him giving his attention to as he looks down into your eyes. Your hips squirming slightly despite not being able to get away with how they’re lifted closer to his face.

“Gu please.” You’re desperate, whining has him moaning against your clit, before he’s shushing you, lips still against your sensitive clit and it having an effect on you instantly.

“Relax sweetheart, trust me. Just focus on how good every little thing feels like I know my good sweet girl can do.” He hushes you as a finger moves to circle your entrance teasingly. Hyunggu locks eyes with you again as his tongue slips out barely away from you, him letting spit drip down and onto you. His finger spreads it around before pushing into you softly, his lips slipping around your clit again. He knows how you love the way he’ll suckle on it or flick his tongue over it as he curls his finger so perfectly against that spot he knows makes you melt beneath him. Something he is by no means holding back from doing, moaning when you get particularly loud for him as if to praise you while making you feel even better. Still he knows how you like watching what he does to you so every now and then he pulls off just enough to let you watch how his mouth seems to water for you, tongue slipping out to tease over you for you to see. Hyunggu is obsessed with how heated it makes you for him.

When you cum Hyunggu is gentle about how he rides you through it, free hand soon placed above your hips to keep you in place though as he slips a second finger inside now, never stopping his actions. In fact only speeding up once he hears your moans pick up again, fully intending to make you cum again this way again, and perhaps a third time around three of his fingers before he even strips himself to move on. Leaning in to kiss you sweet and slow to bring you back to reality and him as he works to unbutton his shirt and slip it off, soon followed by his pants.

“You should see how pretty you look when all fucked out for me like this sweetheart. Are you feeling good love?” He asks, focus still on you alone despite how hard he is right now.

“Feel so good Gu, all warm and fuzzy, but still not completely dumb yet.” You mumble even though you’re not fully convinced of that, but he just chuckles and kisses you quickly again.

“That’s okay love, I’m not through with you yet. Wanna see how much my pretty girl can cum on my cock before it’s too good for me to handle any longer.” He tells you before slowly pressing in, but he stops not just to let you adjust, but to reach into the nightstand to pull out the vibrator you two keep stored there. He turns it up only about halfway, not wanting to overwhelm you, just to bring you enough pleasure to distract you from anything else possible. Not that it was a particular challenge for him anyways. Each of his thrusts aimed for the places he knew you would feel best, watching you squirm and reach for him. He leans down to capture your lips messily again, licking into your mouth as you both exchange moans. Especially when he feels you start to clench around him.

“That’s it beautiful, make my cock all messy and cum for me. Such a good girl for me you are.” He praises coaxing you through it and then once the overstimulation starts to sting a little less and feel more pleasurable he turns the vibrator up just slightly along with speeding up his thrusts. You felt too good that now he was starting to feel head empty as well, drunk on how you feel around his cock. Even so he had made you a promise and he fully intended to keep it, making you cum on his cock as many times as he could before he did. The pattern repeats once you cum again and then a third time.

His shushing made your brows furrow, eyes cloudy with tears you didn’t realize had appeared, and he's quick to kiss away, “Just one more love and then I’ll cum for you too.”

Hyunggu leads you through it before he turns the vibrator off and tosses it away, pulling you into his arms as he cums deep inside of you. Hands gently rubbing over your heated skin to assure you that he’s there as your brain is all hazy now. Gasping at how quick you pull him back to you when he starts moving.

“Sweetheart, I’m just gonna get something to clean you up then I’ll be back.” He tries to assure, but to no avail.

“No, stay here like this all night. Then if I wake up stressed again you can fix it.” You mumble into a yawn and he chuckles but nods anyway, settling more comfortably in bed with you now.

“And what if I wake up stressed, hm?” Hyunggu teases and you smile a little as your eyes fall closed.

“Well then you can fix that too then.” Your words earn you a small growl and you feel him twitch inside of you knowing he would take you up on that offer. After you got some much needed rest at least.

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oceanlix · 2 years

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Day 4: Kino + Face sitting

Pairing: Kino x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 726

Warnings: Drinking alcohol, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), face sitting, slight hair pulling

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You’re two glasses of wine into the makeshift picnic with your boyfriend when Hyunggu’s hands start to wander, lingering at the hem of your skirt for a few seconds too long to just be innocent. You smirk to yourself, shifting into his lap and kissing him feverishly.

“Baby,” he groans, but his hands cup your ass and he makes no move to push you off of him.

“You seem pretty preoccupied,” you tease, setting your glass down onto the table. You watch his lust blown eyes as you start unbuttoning your blouse, slowly sliding your bra straps down your arms as well.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighs, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples as you expose your chest. You moan, leaning into his soft touch. “All nice and eager for me.”

You can feel his length hardening underneath you, so you twist your hips experimentally and are rewarded with a low groan. His lips are on your neck instantly, hands gripping your hips as he rocks up into you slowly.

Hyunggu pushes your panties to the side and rubs your folds slowly, gathering your juices on his fingers. You can’t help but moan loudly, dropping your head against his neck. Suddenly you’re glad for the rain, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to do this outside.

You whimper softly when he slips two fingers into your pussy, the slow pace driving you insane. Hyunggu hates to rush when you’re together; he loves seeing you get more and more desperate for him while he takes care of you. He strokes your walls gently, enjoying the way you grind your hips down onto his hand.

It isn’t long before he pulls his fingers out and leaves you empty again, but you don’t complain because he pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the ground. The way Hyunggu grips your thighs and shifts to laying down on the couch tells you exactly what his next move is.

“Baby, are you sure?” you whisper, like you aren’t about to start foaming at the mouth. Your boyfriend grins, then hauls you up until your pussy is right in front of his face. He kisses your soaked core quickly, fingers digging into your ass until you let out a squeal. You can tell he loves the sound since he’s smiling wickedly beneath you.

Your hands tangle in his hair the second he starts nibbling on your clit, your thighs shaking with the effort to not close around his head. Hyunggu laps at you without a care in the world, pressing his tongue deeply inside you. You roll your hips against his face, biting down on your lip. You’re on the verge of screaming out for him, but you don’t want the neighbors to hear if they’re home right now.

“Come on, you can be louder than that,” Hyunggu urges, holding you up above his face while playfully nipping at your inner thigh. You shriek when he goes back to suckling harshly on your clit, now determined to get you off.

You feel the pressure building in your core, your walls fluttering as Hyunggu continues to fuck you with his tongue. He grips your ass so hard you think there’s probably going to be handprints there tomorrow, but you don’t care. If that’s the price you have to pay for a mindblowing orgasm from your man, so be it.

“Close,” you whisper, tugging on his hair to get your boyfriend’s attention. Hyunggu licks you deeply and holds you down against his face, letting you grind on him until you’re cumming. His face gets absolutely covered in your essence as he tries to swallow what he can, and you think it’s one of the hottest sights you’ve ever seen.

When you’re done coming down, you roll off to the side and look at Hyunggu. His hair is a mess, your juices spread all over his lips, nose and chin. His eyes are blown out with lust and a quick glance down tells you he’s rock hard, his jeans very obviously tented. You reach over and toy with the button, popping it open with ease.

“Want me to help you out there, handsome?” you tease, already reaching into his boxers to pull out his cock. Hyunggu smirks, catching your wrist in his hand with ease.

“I wasn’t done with you yet, baby.”

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 9: Mirror Sex W/ Kino

Post Date: 9th December 2022 Content: Smut - Pentagon Kino x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Mirror Sex/ Praise/ GN - Reader has vulva/ Ass smacking/ SoftDom!Kino

Summary: You admire yourself so much in your reflections through the town’s windows, Kino turns this into something for both of your pleasures.

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"Look how pretty these lights are," you excitedly squeal, pulling at your boyfriend's hand towards the lights from across the street.

"They're not as pretty as you," Kino cheekily replies, grinning madly as he watches the lights glitter in the reflections in your eyes, admiring how beautiful you really were.

But you weren't the only one admiring yourself, your eyes dropping to your reflection in the window, glowing with the Christmas lights around the town. How you love the reflection of you holding onto the love of your life's hand? How you admire how you looked in the outfit that Kino had picked out for you? And this didn't go a miss by Kino who watches you look at you both in the reflection, smiling to yourself.

Scoffing lightly, "So you like admiring yourself in your reflection, huh?" Kino asks, pulling you close to him, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

He didn't know why but he was so attracted to the way you looked at yourself, smirking as he trails his hands down the contours of your body over your coat. The way you smile at him through the reflection when he trails soft kisses on your cheeks makes him think of many things, mainly about if you could admire yourself like this now, how could you react when you're watching yourself being sent to heaven and back when his tongue and fingers do the dirty work. Or even watching how your face contorts when his hips slam against yours.

And that didn't take long to find out at all. Ushering you home quickly, promising to take you out for hot chocolate and another light show, just so he could try his twisted little idea. Well, that's how he thought it would sound, but he wanted to try it, hoping you would be down for it too.

Getting through the front door, Kino struggles to keep his hands off of you, kissing all up your face and down your neck which makes you giggle, melting into his affection.

“What’s got you all excited, huh?” You squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp for a quick breather, and getting greeted by a lustful smirk on his face, the way he peels your coat off your body, throwing it to the side before directing you to the bedroom.

Sitting you down on the bed for the moment, he disappears and comes back holding onto your living room mirror, putting it up against the wall in perfect view of the bed. His hands attach to your body once again, inch by inch taking an item of clothing off your body.

“I wanna try something,” he almost growls when he talks, eyeing every bit of skin that was getting exposed to him every time items of clothing were getting removed, licking his lips in the process.

“What is it?” You reply in confusion, brows furrowed together as you’re pulled to cradle his lap, skin getting warm to the touch from excitement as your naked bodies press against one another.

Kissing all up your collarbone, he grips your ass tightly, peering around you to see how perfect you were from behind in the mirror, growling to himself, “You’re so fucking perfect, turn around and look at perfect you are in the mirror”.

Doing as he says, you turn your head, capturing yourself in your reflection on his lap, how the curves of your body are accentuated, smirking as you manage to get a glimpse of him looking at you too which makes your body shiver and goosebumps rise on your skin.

His fingers trail up your sides, watching how your face contorts in pleasure to his light touches, feeling you starting to get wet on his lap as his other hand trails between your legs.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we? But you have to keep looking at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers seductively in your ear, brushing a finger across your clit to make you react, pleased to see you bite your lip and a muffled whimper leaves your lips.

Nodding in reply, excited for what you’re in for, you turn around, taking place with your ass up in his direction whilst your chest and head buried into the sheets, turning it so you can still see yourself. Of course, you capture him biting his lip and smirking at your choice of position, happy that you read his mind.

Making sure to keep an eye on you through your reflections, he gets on his knees behind you and caresses your ass before slapping down hard on the one cheek, making you wince from the stinging sensation. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, how his face contorts in satisfaction, how his dark lustful eyes never leave your body.

Teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he watches your face, plastered with a smirk as he slowly enters you, the pleasure making your eyes screw shut which makes him stop when he’s deep inside of you, “Keep your eyes open baby, look how pretty you are when you moan because my is cock deep inside of you”.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he instantly adds when he sees your attempt to do as he says, his length sinking deeper into you after pulling out ever so far, making you whimper and quietly cry in pleasure.

Quickly, you were finding out that this may be your new favourite thing and Kino was all for it, being more vocal than usual with how he loves watching himself fuck you whilst you’re being pleasured like this.

It was a struggle, you had to admit, to keep your eyes open to watch yourself as your world is getting rocked, the pleasure being too much, and oh how hot your boyfriend was, his growls to accompany his also contorting face made everything a whole lot better.

“Look at you behaving so well for me, aren’t you so perfect? Look at yourself, you’re so perfect aren’t you?” He practically chants with each stroke he makes, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

To add to it, he reaches under to circle your clit whilst he fills you up so perfectly, making you completely weak in the knees.

“Yes, Kino... So perfect... Fuck,” you cry out loud, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes peeled on your reflections despite how much he’s trying you.

Stopping momentarily to kiss down your back, and your shoulders, he whispers, “You are, you really are”.

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#kpop #kpop blog #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #pentagon #pentagon scenarios #pentagon fanfic #pentagon imagines #pentagon imagines kino #kino #kang hyunggu #kino smut

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Kang Hyung Gu (Pentagon) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kang Hyung Gu

Stage Name: Kino

Group: Pentagon

Masterpost: Pentagon

Kang Hyung Gu

Kino (Pentagon)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 3 of Swords

Kino is more likely to take a submissive role in a relationship. He prefers to be pampered, spoiled and taken care of by someone. He longs to be loved unconditionally and truthfully by someone dear to him. He’s likely to have trust issues, though and it might be difficult for him to commit to someone. His lover needs to be patient and show Kino kindness and understanding.

Libido - VII The Chariot

Kino is pretty much driven by his passions and desires. He’s likely to feel strong urges and tension but he’s in charge of these most of the time and he can control himself very well. On the surface he might look calm and cheerful, underneath his fantasy comes up with the most sexual scenarios he can think of. Usually with someone overpowering him and bossing him around.

Turn On - XVII The Star

While being submissive and his imagination creating the perfect dominatrix fantasies, Kino is likely to feel attracted to a kindhearted and beautiful person inside out. He wants to be dommed but at the same time he needs to be sure his lover will treat him lovingly. This person is likely honest and fair and will likely ooze good energy wherever they go. They don’t have to fit in the beauty standards but they still attract people with their gentle smile and glowing eyes.

Kink - Page of Swords

We have mentioned it before and the theme repeats. Kino is likely to get horny over the image of controlled dangerous situations. His lover can use whatever they find fit to dominate him and get him on his knees begging but at the end of the game, Kino needs to be rewarded and called a good boy.

Dirtiest Secret* - 8 of Swords

No surprise again. The dirtiest thing Kino can think of is being at complete mercy to his lover, tied up with ropes, blindfolded, gagged, oblivious of what’s happening around him, being teased at random moments, driven crazy, tension being build up to the the unbearable level, being edged and denied release for hours till he’s bathing in sweat and whining, moaning whimpering, desperate for final satisfaction. While he can go for hours like that, he truly needs the final release to come, though. If there’s no proper ending, he will lose trust in his lover, feel hurt and won’t agree to do this again.

Sorry, I know Kino was not planned but I woke up feeling a strong urge to do his reading. I hope you won't be mad at me for it. 😂

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tarrensbookmarks · 21 days

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Star Wars

➼ Kino Loy ‣I Want You to Show Me Weak by tarabyte3 Kino Loy x F!Reader

➼ Din Djarin/The Mandalorian ‣Still of Your Hand by moonlight-prose Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Sleepy Sex by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Home Is Wherever I'm With You by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader

➼ Boba Fett ‣Dance of the Desert Snake by seriowan Boba Fett x F!Reader ‣Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours by saradika Boba Fett x F!Reader ‣Ex Libris by daimyosprincess Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

➼ Paz Vizla ‣Bold by flightlessangelwings Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

➼ Cad Bane ‣Expensive Tastes by eloquentmoon Cad Bane x Rich!F!Reader

➼ Crosshair ‣Insufferable by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader [Part One] [Part Two] ‣Show Me by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader ‣Keeping it Casual by clonecyare Crosshair x F!Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

#star wars fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #crosshair x reader #paz vizsla x reader #cad bane x reader #boba fett x reader #kino loy x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #andy serkis fanfic #star wars smut

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 1 year

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❌❌❌ Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! If you are a minor or sexual content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read under the cut! ❌❌❌

You have been warned ❗️❗️❗️

Other diaboys' versions linked at the end :)

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Carla

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"Ngh..." Carla grunted, shifting his body on the bed. He couldn't get comfortable no matter what position he tried. Deep down he knew the reason; he was rock-hard and on fire to be with you. But he ignored his desires and pulled up the blankets to his chin, silencing praying his erection would just soften on its own. It did not and when an image of you naked and writhing in ecstasy popped into his brain, Carla said "fuck it" He took off his bottoms and grasped his member firmly in his hand and began to stroke. Surrendering to the pleasure, Carla allowed his eyes to shut and exhaled softly as he touched himself. He breathed deeply, forcing himself to move slowly despite his body screaming at him to help it find sweet release. He slowly rubbed up and down, taking his time on the tip the way he liked it. Like a movie in his own head, he saw you crying out in pleasure, writhing around on the sheets of your shared bed. Carla gritted his teeth and pumped his length faster. He felt the tension in his body building until he broke and moaned, orgasming. "Oh." His semen had gotten all over the bed. He got up and dressed and was cleaning the sheets when the door creaked open and you walked in.

Shin

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Some men were shy about jerking off. Yeah, that wasn't Shin. The second your naked body popped into his mind, Shin was ready to go. He held himself in his hand firmly and pumped fast, growling. He could almost feel your warmth around him, your nails digging painfully into his shoulders as he brought your closer to a world of ecstasy. He growled and ripped his shirt off at the buttons. One hand still rubbing his length, the other caressing his chest and torso the way you touched him when he made love to you. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he moaned after he touched a particularly sensitive area on his length. "Ugh...fuck!" Shin groaned. He twisted and rubbed himself with both hands until his cum shot out as he moaned loudly, almost his whole body arching off the bed. Shin fell back on the mattress, bouncing slightly. He swept his hair out of his eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn't hard again yet, he could wait until you got home.

Kino

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Why the hell was he so horny? Kino rutted his hips against whatever piece of furniture was in front of him, trying to soothe himself. He'd been horny and hard before, sure, but this was new. He was throbbing. Kino growled. No one but you lived with him, so what did he care? Kino pulled down his pants and briefs and instantly sighed when the cool air brushed his member, feeling some merciful relief from his length no longer being imprisoned in his pants, held captive by his belt. Using both hands, Kino gripped himself and immediately pumped his length in a smooth but fast rythm. He groaned, his cheeks growing warmer. It was way too soon for him to cum but he didn't want to slow down. He kept pumping himself at a steady pace, rocking his hips and groaning as he felt himself near the edge of his orgasm. He pictured you more clearly in his head and closed his eyes, his orgasm reaching him. "Ngh...ahhh!" Kino moaned loudly as he shot his cum out onto the living room floor. "Kino?" You asked. He whirled around and saw you staring at him, your cheeks reddening. He grinned and drew you into his arms for a passionate kiss!

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diamylovers · 2 years

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Parents***

#diaboys #dialovers #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers smut #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kino sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #kou mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #anime and manga

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seakicker · 2 years

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YESS AHHHH the commanding you to sit on his face !!! holding your thighs down between either sides of his head and making you sit fully on him shdbjendjdbdjdd @ god when is it my turn 🧉

god can you imagine… imagine you’re hesitant to press your full weight down on his face bc you don’t want to suffocate your husband, right? you’re kinda doing an awkward kneel against the bed and hovering over his face, his mouth a good few inches away from your pussy bc you just won’t lower yourself all the way down. diluc just huffs impatiently and goes “i thought i told you to sit on my face” and you kinda offer a flustered “but i am….?” bc you think you’re doing a pretty decent job!

he’s not having it though. he wants to drown between your thighs and feel every ounce of your gorgeous, gorgeous body pressed against his face. he knows he can handle it; the man is capable of lifting bales of hay over his shoulders and hauling crates of grapes like they’re nothing. of course he can handle his darling pregnant wife’s body! he just clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes, and yanks you down onto his face by your hips, smirking at the gasp of surprise you let out in the process. he told you to sit on his face, didn’t he? ride his lips, tug on his hair, grind yourself against him, the works. he won’t let up until you’re squirting and staining the pillow and drenching his bangs.

#KINO #🧉 anon #cw pregnancy #diluc smut #diluc x reader #spicy

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therealmofamorus · 2 months

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Prompt (Original crossover au): "Lewd Valentines Day Card" for Jaune from Makoto (Sailor Jupiter)

"Happy Beloved Day Jaune-Kun~!" Makoto/Sailor Jupiter cheered as she gave Jaune her Beloved's Day card and some homemade chocolate.

"Happy Beloved's Day to you Makoto," Jaune replied back to the tall athletic brunette as he took a bite of the chocolate as he read the card in his hand.

From Makoto

Your strength of character had captured this fair maiden

Your goofy charm made this fair maiden giggle and swoon.

In the Name of the Moon, I'll Fuck You Until You Drop~

P.S. The chocolate contains some heavy-duty aphrodisiac

"Wait a second her-"Jaune all of the sudden felt his entire body go hot-pipping hat and begin to tremble as he collasped to his knees as his soft manhood hardened into steel-like firmness as the beautiful tombody giggled lewdly as she begin to strip out of her clothes in preperation.

#rwby #rwby smut #sailor moon series #sailor moon series smut #sailor jupiter #makoto kino #jupiter knight #jaakoto #original male stud au #original male stud au prompt #crossover au #crossover au prompt #meme post #meme prompt #valentine's day card #valentine's day card meme #imminent sex #tw: drugs #aphrodisiac

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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65, 74 and 116 smut with dom!kino? maybe like studio sex in his producing room when y/n shouldn’t be interrupting him working 🤭

Hey there Anon!

Thank you so much for the request and giving me the perfect idea for this scenario, I really hope you like it!

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#kpop #kpop imagines #pentagon #pentagon scenarios #pentagon imagines #pentagon kino #kino smut #kino imagines #pentagon kino imagines #pentagon hard hours

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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ownership of mine. (3/4)

Pairing: Kino Loy x F!Reader (ANDOR)

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing -- but for reasons you didn't anticipate.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only!); Prison, Violence, Gore, Aftermath of Torture, Unresolved-to-Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Shower Sex, Dirty Talk, Implied Power Imbalance, Age Difference

A/N: My first ever finished series! I've had so much fun writing this fic in the last few weeks, and continue to be forever grateful to the wonderful support that inspired me to make this beyond a one shot. I have loved writing Kino, and I've loved writing this pairing, so I hope you enjoyed the finale of this piece.

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

( Read on AO3 )

By the one hundred and sixty seventh day, Unit Five-Two-D went to shit.

Your recollection of that day is hazy at best, scrambled by the adrenaline that has been simmering in your gut since your arrival at Narkina 5.

Everything happened so fast.

. . . . . .

The day’s work begins without a hitch, where urgent hands meet cold machines.

Kino shouts his typical encouragement spiel to get Table Seven to work harder. He stalks around Table Five like a predator hunting its prey for sport and, as a result, take fourth place. Tables One and Two whistle and gloat of their successful hike into their namesake places — Table One in first, Table Two in second — leaving Table Four somewhere in the middle.

Somewhere safe.

Then Winshaw’s hands give out.

What is months in the making — the stalling, the ointments, last-ditch attempts to solve an ever-growing problem — crashes down hard as a star-structured mechanic slips onto the table and rolls near an edge.

Winshaw holds both of his cramped hands curling inward with excruciating pain and whimpers in a sickly tune between pursed lips.

The rest of the table scrambles to catch the large metal item before it can fall to the ground, but there’s no use.

The part discards itself at Taga’s feet.

The man is lucky to jump out of the way before it can crush his toes.

Metal against tungstoid steel sounds off a fateful boom through the sterile white room, causing your side of the table to instinctively put your hands parallel to your heads before the guards can question your intent.

(No threat. We aren’t a threat.)

You stay frozen for a beat, but a hefty shove at your shoulder spins you clear from your post and into the red-beaten face of Pusl.

“S’your kriffing fault!”

You don’t even register that he’s speaking to you. One blink and your attention is on Winshaw’s agonized expression. Another and you're faced with a fuming Pusl a mere few centimeters away.

(A threat.)

“Changing places with him hurt his hands more!” Pusl shouts in your face, but the words do not register.

You barely recognize that you’re stepping back, colliding with Gris’ shoulder. Gris shoves you forward.

“There’s you, thinking you know better than everyone," Pusl continues with a growl, "but I was right about you this whole time.”

Something hits your face.

It’s Pusl’s stubby finger pressing harshly into your cheek.

When you look down to view them, his fingers wrap brutally around your chin and drag you towards his spitting mouth.

“Was it worth it, Lady Narkina? Was your whoring around worth hurting Winshaw—”

You don’t remember swinging.

You don’t remember hitting him so hard that your knuckles bruise, but you do.

Right in front of the entire factory floor — in front of the guard tower above — Pusl goes down the minute your closed fist collides with his cheek.

And you follow.

Before you can stop yourself, you drop to your knees and over Pusl to grab a fistful of his overgrown hair. Your fist remains closed, remains tight, and you collide his nose with the brunt force of your hand.

Again.

And again.

“What are you doing, Table Four?”

Kino’s voice booms over the blood pumping in your ears, but you keep hitting. Reeling your arm back and shoving it forward — you repeat the motion over, and over, and over, and Trem’s worried call for the day shift manager to stop this, stop it before she kills him! isn’t lost on you.

In the moment, you just can’t find a reason to care.

Gris’ large hands take hold of your shoulders to drag you back, but you keep hold of Pusl’s hair to stay right where you are. The rest of the men halt production to watch, silent in their panic.

You know you see red.

You know it’s Pusl’s blood making your hand wet.

(You don’t care.)

Gris pulls at your body again, this time with a force unlike anything you’ve ever felt, until your bottom drags along the pristine white floors now littered with speckled red dots.

“Enough!”

Kino booms above you towards the right of Gris.

A sickeningly sweet chime sounds above, and everyone goes silent.

The final bell.

Your chest heaves with a breath you cannot catch, not when you’re holding onto your anger, your shame, with a vice grip.

Pusl lay on the ground, limbs splayed and face wrecked. He wheezes and whimpers, unable to move from the attack. Gris keeps you in a head lock to keep you from advancing any further, but you do not resist the hold.

Not when you can see Kino rounding the corner from Winshaw’s crooked form to you, with an indiscernible expression.

You meet his eyes, but you do not see him.

The rest of Table Four shuffles away, bare feet padding along the floor with newfound fear. Kino is the only one to step forward, but he blinks up to Gris.

“Let her go.”

Kino doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scream. The neutral baritone of his voice is calculated, low, to keep the command between the three of you.

“She tried to kill him!” Gris yelps, shaking his arm around your neck for emphasis.

Kino shakes his head, palm flat and pointed to the ground. “I said let her go, Gris, before someone else gets hurt. I can’t step in when they do.”

He pointedly peers up past the both of you to the tower, and Gris releases your neck on impact. You fall forward with the shove onto all fours as bloodied hands smear red along the white floor.

Kino does not move to help you.

No one does.

Sweat clings wayward pieces of hair to your forehead, cheeks, and you can feel a violent shake from leftover adrenaline rattle your body. Kino’s jaw sets, albeit not without a tremble when he shouts the next few words as he dips his chin to acknowledge the device strapped to his forearm.

“Time’s up! Production’s over. Due to insubordination, Table Four’s on the block. Congratulations, you lot get the pleasure of lining up last. The rest of you can stop gawking and get the fuck on the lift back to the barracks.”

“But Winshaw!” It’s Trem on the other side of the table, speaking nothing beyond a squeak.

He doesn’t care about his own safety.

Trem doesn’t deserve your punishment. None of the others do.

Not when you couldn’t keep a lid on your own anger.

(Not when it could’ve only been Pusl in that chamber.)

You feel sick to your stomach.

“I know, lad,” Kino reassures without losing his authoritative tone. “I know. I’ll speak with the guards, let them know what all the fuss is about. In the meantime, clean up Pusl.”

Gris shuffles around you to pick up his unconscious friend. “And he’ll—”

“—go through punishment like the rest of you because his hands weren’t hurt,” Kino explicitly states.

It’s not an invitation to negotiate his terms.

Gris glares to you, nearly purple in the face from the rage he cannot — and will not — act upon. Not in front of Kino.

Not like you did.

You suspect there will be repercussions by the both of them at a later date, but for now all you can do is stare at the unconscious and bloodied Pusl a mere few feet from you.

You’ve heard what they do to teams that fail.

Everyone works so damn hard to avoid it.

Now Pusl — and you — have sealed Table Four’s untimely fates.

. . . . . . You underestimate just how grueling the electric floors can be.

Straight from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head, everything is underwater yet on fire with no means to cure it. Too cold, too hot — you see why every inmate in this unit works so hard to avoid the touch of the floor, even at its lowest notch.

An hour after the rest of the men have retired to their cells, the doors open and Table Four stumbles out of the lift to the barracks with battered bodies and dry throats.

Many of the other inmates are watching, waiting, with mutual understanding of the losing table’s punishment.

Kino stands in the middle of the fray, hands balled tight into fists.

One by one, the injured try their hand at leaving the lift. Some stumble. Others limp, like they’ve gone through this a thousand times.

You want to walk on your own two scorched feet like nothing is wrong.

(Your fault.)

One step down and the pain shoots clear up your calves. Another step and the world begins to dizzy, setting off a cold sweat.

Third step, your knees give out.

(This is all your fault.)

Your head never hits the floor, instead landing on something hard yet soft. You’re hoisted in the air, weightless and breathless, until you find yourself cradled in the arms of Kino Loy.

“Get the rest of Table Four out of the lift!” his voice booms over your head to the other. “It’ll be an early turn in tonight, boys, so get everyone to their cells. Now.”

Everything is hot yet freezing. Against him your limbs shiver violently, expelling sweat in buckets. Your eyes roll up to find his scruffy chin above the crown of your head as Kino stares straight ahead, steps quick and deliberate.

“Let me — walk,” you protest weakly, but Kino keeps walking.

“You’ll never make it to the fucking cell,” he growls back, baritone grumbling in his chest. “Just shut it.”

“Kino—”

“I said shut it,” he demands under his breath. “Listen for fucking once in your life, kid.”

And for the first time in your Narkina 5 sentence, you listen.

Intently, because every jostle of your limbs sends a belated shock to your system.

Kino takes a step higher and bends at the hips, lowering you until you feel your back hit the familiar material of your cot. He stays above you, never once removing a hand from your shoulder — a constant reminder that he’s still here — as he answers questions from other frantic prisoners.

Mess.

It’s all a fucking mess.

In your sweat-slicked haze, you can hear a more fragile voice come into earshot. You turn your chin just enough to see Winshaw, held tightly by Trem, as he peers into your cell and up at Kino.

“Will she be alright?”

It’s Winshaw. If you weren’t careful, you’d think he was worried.

“Nothing sleep won’t fix,” Kino replies casually without ever removing his hand. “I’ll eat dinner later. Staying here for most of the night making sure this one doesn’t freeze to death before the bell. How’s the hand?”

“Better,” Trem answers for Winshaw, voice gentle and melodic in your ringing ears. “Much better, now.”

“Good. That’s good. And how are you doing?” Kino asks Trem with a sliver of protective care.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” Trem tries to lighten the mood. “Everyone’s fine, besides… well, besides Pusl and her. And I’m — Kino, we’re so sorry about—”

“No,” Kino interrupts, and it’s softer. “No apologies. As far as I’m concerned, the day is over. We start anew tomorrow without incident.”

“But Pusl—”

“Will live,” the day shift manager interrupts again. “And if he steps a toe out of line again, then I promise he’ll be dealt with.”

“He started it.”

Your chin tilts to get a view of Trem on the outline of Kino’s pant leg. The smaller, lankier man stares up at the older man with bright, sad eyes.

“I saw it happen. Pusl grabbed her by the face and he called her a—”

“I know, Trem.” Resolved. Exhausted. Kino draws out a long sigh and shakes as if he’s nodding above you. “I heard. Go get some rest with the rest of the blokes, yeah? Tell ‘em they’re no good without it.”

“Yes, Kino.”

With care, Trem shuffles Winshaw out of view towards his cell. Kino stays by your side as you ride through the chilling waves of pain, opting to sit at the foot of your cot with your bloodied and bruised hand in his.

Watching.

Waiting for the final bell to turn in, locking him to the mercy of your cell for the evening.

You pass out before it rings.

. . . . . . One hundred.

Chin downcast, you stare at the idle screen flickering with an unfamiliar number.

You were down in the 400’s only twenty-four hours ago. Now the number shows something closer to your original sentence.

“Rise and shine, boys! Floor’s safe!”

The day shift manager’s words are underwater. Men start to step down from their cells, but you remain.

“Form up for the lift. You know the fucking drill by now. Oi — you.”

That’s Kino in his cell, cautious in his bark in what sounds like an attempt to get your attention.

You don’t respond.

Others shuffle towards the lift like zombies, awaiting the next day of work.

You don’t.

Can’t, not when you’re still staring at the flickering number with a heavy gaze.

Quick feet pad towards your cell, but a slow hand gently circles your bicep. Kino ducks into your peripheral with his salt and pepper hair.

“What is it?”

When you still remain silent, the day shift manager lightly shakes your arm.

“Talk to me, kid, what is it?”

“They added one hundred days to my sentence.”

“They what?” From your side view, you see his chin turn over and down to see what’s there: what isn’t a mirage or a post-punishment haze, but a real number.

“For yesterday’s display,” you mumble, soured, but it twists into a laugh. “For what I did to Pusl. Chances are it’ll go up even more once you’re gone. I won’t be yours by that point.”

“Hey.” He switches his tone to harsh, cold, and pushes your chin with his index finger and thumb to look at him without choice. “Don’t. Do not say that.”

“You know I’m—”

“The number doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, do you hear me?”

“I’m not getting out of here, Kino.”

You push the thought out in a blurt, running the risk of your voice wavering with emotion. It swells faster that you can stop it — your eyes water, throat closing, as the hope you’d once shared feels so lost.

“That’s — not — true,” he accentuates every word, purposefully looking into your eyes.

Your chin trembles under his grip. “It is.”

“It’s not,” he emphasizes, leaning in. “One hundred days go by in a blip. You know this. You’ve been here for over a hundred, and look how fast it’s gone. You’re getting out of here.”

“Yeah, maybe, but it'll an entire year after you.”

Finally — finally — you leave your unfocused haze to look him in the eye.

Kino’s brow smooths with a sympathy you wish it didn’t hold.

Then he pulls your chin in, and you’re met with plush lips.

Frozen in place, you don’t dare move a muscle when the older man pulls you closer, free hand on the back of your head, to press a searing kiss to your lips. Eventually your body thaws, inch by inch, until you're grappling for him.

He shifts you both further into the cell, pushing you into the ivory wall with abandon. You hear him take a sharp inhale through his nose before pulling away a fraction of space, yet his hands remain.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” he mumbles, his lips ever so gently brushing against yours. “Whether it’s two hundred days, three hundred, four — doesn’t matter. I’ll be there.”

Kino abruptly pulls away, adjusting the shirt of his uniform back to its neatened form. You remain against the wall to catch your breath, staring as he offers one last glance before exiting your cell to join the rest of the crowd by the lift.

Down the hallway you hear him shouting, but his voice is more hoarse than it’d been only a mere moment ago.

Your lips still tingle from the force of him.

When the warning chime rings its final bell, you leave your cell to follow the rest of the men to the factory floor.

. . . . . . A month passes.

An entire month passes and he’s never attempted to make another move like that again.

Kino Loy is much too busy bringing Unit Five-Two-D back to order — partially to do with your healing, another with the animosity of Table Four, but mostly to do with the fact that the factory incident has off-set production for almost an entire week.

Winshaw received medical attention without a grace period, but Table Four got by. Pusl was assigned a new position — one far away from you, closer to the start of the table’s build — but that was never a conversation between Kino and yourself.

He decided.

You endured.

And for the most part, the tension of your ill-fated table has simmered. Trem sticks closer to you when the time to transition from barracks to factory floor arrives, and you find yourself looking for the younger inmate in the morning.

Because at night, Kino has resumed sleeping with his back to you.

You’re not sure if it’s from stress or old habits or fatigue, but you continue to sleep facing him.

Waiting.

All your brain thinks about when you accidentally lock eyes on the factory floor, in the barracks, is the way his lips felt against yours.

How, if you were brave enough, you would leap into his cell and do it again.

You don’t think he regrets it, not really. For the most part, Kino is still Kino. He still visits your cell after shifts, talks to you while you both eat food across the hallway, but there is an underlying pressure between the space.

A point of no return.

A line he cannot — and won’t — cross.

So you will.

You wait. Every night when the lights fade and the barracks are filled with sleeping prisoners, you stare at his back and wait for him to eventually roll over.

(Is this what he did in the first few months, when you first caught him staring?)

It takes one entire month for him to finally — finally — turn in his sleep towards you.

The movement is lethargic, as if stuck between reality and a dream, before his blue eyes slowly blink open to stare into yours. Your one hand is tucked under your ear as a makeshift pillow. The other rests against your belly, elbow draped over your side.

When you’re certain you have his attention, the hand on your belly moves south.

Kino doesn’t move.

Your fingers duck and slip under the waistband of your uniform without straying your gaze from his. From the faint light of the white and red buttons on the wall of his cell, you see his eyes open a fraction wider.

(Good.)

Holding your breath, you slip lower until the tip of your index finger presses against your clit. Your sight flutters for a moment, the relief of touching yourself almost far too much, but you stay strong in remaining silent.

Although the older man cannot see your hand, the movement is enough to make his hand by his head ball into a tight fist. His gaze ducks from yours to stare lower, to watch, as you draw quickening circles around the bundle of nerves.

You shift your hips, turning until your back is flush with the cot. Parting your knees with abandon, your head dips back from the ecstasy of it all.

You won’t last long, but that isn’t what it’s about.

This is about a show he cannot touch.

The anticipation of his eyes following your movements like he’s a parched and starving man watching a mirage.

When your orgasm comes quick, tense and all at once, you slam your thighs together and shake. You bite your tongue from uttering so much as a whimper, fearful of alerting anyone nearby, before your body floats back down to Earth.

And when you turn your chin to see if Kino’s still watching, you find that he’s standing at the edge of his cell with his hand pressed to the wall, keeping himself back from stepping onto the electrified floor.

He looks positively wrecked from this angle: he breathes heavier, lips parted, pants so uncomfortably tight that you can see the outline of his cock through his uniform.

There isn’t an option to cross this bridge, not when there is a physical barrier separating the two of you into the morning hours.

Your tongue darts out to lick your lips, daring to speak without a voice.

He hears you in the deafening silence.

(I want to burn.)

. . . . . . Kino is particularly louder the next day.

Shouting at every table, stalking every inmate, expecting the most; he hasn’t unclenched his fists since he stepped out of his cell. The veins of his neck protrude when he yells, bare feet demanding in their steps, and he doesn’t look at you.

Can’t.

Because you know if he looks at you, he’ll remember what you look like when you come.

Table Four is particularly spry, pushing for a second-place slot for the first time since the incident involving Pusl. You are diligent, quieter than usual despite the casual quips around the table, and keep your head down.

You have to or else your heart will beat out of your chest.

Because you know if you look at him, you’ll lose focus all over again.

(Something neither of you can afford until the shift is over.)

The final chime is a blessing. The men of Table Four cheer at their newfound success, but Kino is matter-of-fact. Cold.

He wastes no time ushering his men into the lift back into the barracks, as if he’s haunted by borrowed time.

You’re too self-aware not to wait for the showers, allowing most of the men to pass you for the lockers as you wait in your cell.

Hours pass.

Kino never shows up.

When it’s finally time for your turn, you take to a casual gait down the barrack hall and into the showers. Head down, shoulders squared; you almost lose your breath when you hear another pair of feet padding in behind you.

You continue to walk until you reach your usual stall, only to crane your chin over your shoulder to see who it is that stands with you.

It’s Kino Loy — hands still balled into translucent fists, neck still tense, shoulders still tight.

Still wrecked.

“What?” you greet, forcing neutrality in your tone. “Something wrong?”

His nostrils flare, like the sound of your voice snaps against his skin like a taut rubber band.

“Tell me.”

Your brows furrow. “Tell you what?”

He takes a step forward.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go.”

His voice sounds as if it’s struggling at the precipice of control.

You remain where you stand.

“Why would I tell you to go?” you inquire, and he draws a slow inhale through his nose.

“Tell me to go,” he repeats, taking another cautious step forward. “And I’ll go.”

Instead of responding, you press your lips together and take a step back into the stall.

Kino follows in a danceless tango, pressing forward. Both of you continue to walk until you run out of room — your back hits the cool tiles of the shower wall, caging you in. He stops as soon as he’s toe to toe with you. His hands never leave his side.

“I’m begging you,” he murmurs in the safety of privacy, and his voice betrays that crack of resolve, “to tell me to go.”

A beat passes.

You feel as though you can’t breathe.

Wordlessly your hand rises and reaches for the shower dial, turning the knob until water spouts beyond the both of you. The water ignites a white noise, encompassing the stall. The droplets of water speckle wet dots along the shoulders of your uniforms.

“Don’t.”

His brow shifts with a hint of confusion when you speak, voice trembling.

“Don’t go.”

They’re the only two words Kino needs to hear.

His hands release from fists at his side and raise, attacking either side of your face to pull you into a grueling kiss as his body propels yours into the wall.

The way he presses his lips to you is nothing like the moment in your cell a month before. This is feral, mashing teeth and lips and skin wherever he can touch. His hands disappear from your face to duck lower, scrambling to draw under your damp uniform shirt to feel — your hips, your sides, the curve of your breasts.

He’s an animal unleashed.

(I want to burn with you.)

The sensation of his thumbs brushing along your ribcage forces you to hold your breath, avoiding a loud moan from filling up the shower room. They press, pushing you into place as he pulls away from your mouth and drops out of sight.

Kino Loy kneels, just as he did all those weeks ago, and drags your uniform down with him. Suddenly you’re very aware that he’s face to face with a half-naked version of you, but he doesn’t give you time to think.

There isn’t any time at all.

“What you did last night… cruel. So bloody cruel,” he muses, urging you to step one foot out of your pant leg, then another. You oblige. “Knowing I couldn’t touch you.” His hands glide up your calves to your thighs, widening your stance. His thumbs part your lips, exposing your wetness to him. “Knowing I couldn’t taste you.”

You swallow thickly. "I needed to get your attention somehow."

"You've always got my attention," he responds, admiring the sight in front of him. "No matter where you are, it's always you."

“Kin—”

The last syllable of his name is lost in a gasp when he dives in, latching his lips around your clit with an insatiable tongue. You use the walls of the small shower stall to keep yourself stable. He moans below you, low and rumbled, before swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Below, the sight is filthy. Kino looks up at you while his mouth greedily finds what makes your thighs tremble. He takes, and takes, and takes; as if it’s his last meal he’ll ever have on Narkina 5.

If you die this way, then you’re certain it would have been worth it.

Familiar crests of pleasure begin to build in waves, shocking your body in a different way to the electric you’ve come to know. Kino removes a hand to test the waters, sliding through your slit as he finds your entrance with the tip of his index finger.

He loses his brutal rhythm to catch his breath, ragged and broken.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he murmurs as if in awe of the discovery. “S’this all for me?”

(As if he cannot believe it’s because of him.)

“It was just as bad last night,” you admit just as small, bucking your hips into his teasing fingers. “When I imagined it was you.”

"You imagine me often?"

"All the time," you answer, and he squeezes your outer thigh with a curse under his breath. "But I need more than this."

"More?" he chuckles and slowly pushes a finger inside of you. "Like this?"

You buck into it with a choked whine. "You know what I mean."

“I do know, but I will warn you that I won’t last long, love,” he speaks into the softness of your thighs, kissing the inner parts of them with pure adoration. “I want this to be good for you.”

You laugh breathlessly, dropping your head back to the wall. “This is already good for me. Just shut up and fuck me.”

Kino leaves a brief love bite to your inner thigh at your demand, but rises back to a stance. His fingers replace where his mouth was, teasing your clit in agonizingly slow circles.

“What do you want?” he asks, looking you straight on with that authoritative gaze. “I need to hear you say how you want to be fucked.” Your knees grow weak. “How you want to cum.”

Feeling useless with your hands not doing much of anything, you scramble to push his uniform down his hips to release his aching cock. Your hand curls around him, earning a hiss of need from the older man.

“I want to watch,” you reply, pumping him with the same slow intent. “I want to see you when I do.”

Kino’s jaw tenses as he nods, slipping his hand from you in order to position both hands around your thighs. “Might want to hold on, then.”

And with that he lifts you like you’re nothing, the muscles of his arms prominent now in the dampened white shirt that’s practically translucent from the water. You wrap your right arm around his shoulders while your left hand presses flat to the stall.

But he stops.

He stops, and your body’s screaming at what little time is left before the rest of the barrack figures out you’re both gone.

He tries to find his breath, fails, and blinks up at you.

The older man’s eyes are nearly black, pupils blown with desire.

“Are you s—”

“Please stop asking stupid fucking questions,” you interrupt, pressing your lips against his for emphasis of consent. Kino takes this with a buttery groan, lining up his cock while pressing the both of you flush to the wall for stability.

You’ve never felt a more delicious sensation of your life when he pushes forward and stretches you, fully and properly, burying himself to the hilt.

The noise that escapes your mouth is abrupt, a squeak at best, and he captures your lips in another kiss to quiet you before slamming his hips into yours.

Over and over he fucks up into you, pushing his wet chest into yours, and offers no mercy. Rough, pointed, with a passion unmatched; Kino gives you everything he has, brutal in the snap of his hips.

You were already close from before, but now the sheer image of this happening — that Kino Loy, day shift manager of Unit Five-Two-D, is fucking you senselessly in the shower stall of the Narkina 5 barracks — is too much.

You whimper into his mouth, voice heightening as each thrust brings you closer to the edge. He whispers obscenities against your mouth just as you fantasized; how badly he’s wanted to do this; how much he’s thought about fucking you, making love to you, being everything you need in a man; how he’ll spend all his days as a free man between your legs if you’ll have him.

It’s too much.

You can’t even warn him when you come.

All you can do is yelp when your walls clamp down on him, orgasm shattering your body into seismic trembles. He catches your mouth with his to swallow your cries, erratic in his own thrust until he meets you and lets go.

Kino follows you over the edge, arms trembling to hold you until his hips still, cock still twitching inside of you.

There it is.

The point of no return, reached.

You pull away to find air, painfully aware of the steam overtaking the shower.

They’re going to know.

(They’ve always known.)

When he gently glides you off of him and back down to Earth, you remain with your foreheads pressed to one another’s in the search for shared air. Your feet touch the water-soaked floor where half of your uniforms lay crumpled in a heap.

Kino Loy snakes a hand up and around your head, pulling you in for one final, decisive kiss. When he pulls away, it’s a mere centimeter.

He speaks, low with authority and crackled with ruin.

“You’re mine.”

You reply, just as low and just as ruined.

“I’m yours.”

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pentagonieslut · 11 months

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mm.. should i do a get to know me??

if so, idk, like the dongil voice note or solve my math problem:

24 x 178 x 8535 + 45 + 2 ➗ 84 = ?

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mino-diabolik · 2 years

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That one time Mystic accidentally called Kino “Ruki”

[Admin!Danny: Alright, so… this a rewrite of sorts of a very old one-shot I wrote way back in the day. Those that pushed for this (you know who you are) enjoy—🏃‍♀️]

It’s great for couples to have some intimacy from time to time! Just don’t say another person’s name in the middle of it…

CW: Smut

Hidden beneath the thin sheets, a Founder and a Vampire scuffled about in rapture. The creaking of the bedframe to the rhythm of their passion and the airy sighs and blissful whines broke through the calm of the night.

The impact of Kino’s hips ramming into Mystic’s rear, accompanied by the adulterated sound of their continued intercourse was loud, filling the space around them with a lewd squelching. Cum sipped out from the rim of the Founder’s buttocks, dripping down into the mattress, having already been claimed multiple times by then. Kino remained as vigorous as to the moment they commenced, giddily pounding away into his partner’s body.

Mystic angled his waist to just enough for Kino to hit that very specific spot within him. They maintained eye contact as the Vampire picked up his pace, staring into the other’s hazy gaze just mere inches away from each other’s face. Mystic muddled first, shrinking as he held onto his release in order to await for Kino to catch up. His arms suddenly gave out on him and he limplessly plopped down on the bed, to which Kino followed in after him. Mystic snaked his arms around his neck and clasped his legs around his waist. He rammed in, holding the other’s body in one arm. He lowered his head and buried his face into the crook of the Founder’s neck, breathing heavily against his skin. He shuddered; his legs flinching and jerking as Kino found his way somehow deeper inside of him.

Mystic tightened around Kino, exalting the Vampire’s pace. He clung onto him for that sweet bliss, burning up from the friction of their connection. The mood would suddenly collapse, unfortunately, as Mystic arched his back, nearing his climax. “Ru—ki…”

Like a record scratch, Kino came to a grinding halt. He lifted his upper body to gaze down at the messy state he’d brought the Founder to. “Excuse me?”

Though slightly annoyed at having been denied, Mystic soon realized the slip of his tongue and turned a much brighter red than the one that already dusted along his face. He slapped a hand against his mouth, eyes widened, gawking up at the Vampire’s maddened glare.

“Are you kidding me?” Kino scoffed indignantly. “One thing is that you talk about him, but—”

Mystic fumbled for an excuse. “It was a mistake. I just… I didn’t know what I was thinking!”

“Hah… not about me, clearly.”

“That’s not true!”

“Mm-hmm. Sure thing. I absolutely believe you.”

Kino dug his entire fist into the matted locks of dark hair on Mystic’s head, shoving his head back with aggression, simultaneously ramming the entirety of his hilt’s length inside. Mystic froze, throwing his head back with a subtle scream. His eyes rolled back and a burning sensation crawled up the length of the curve of his spine. “Hurts——!”

“Good,” Kino taunted, slowly retrieving and ramming in an instant later. Mystic cried it once more. “What did you do again?” His voice had dropped a tone, but still had the mock he often spoke with.

Mystic stubbornly chewed down on his tongue, shutting his eyes as the torturous tingling of his rear begged for him to simply answer.

At his silence, Kino sighed in exasperation. He lifted a second hand to hold Mystic’s standing erection and gripped it painfully. “I asked you something.”

The Founder jerked up in shock, tears brewing at the edges of his eyes. “I—I said another name!”

Kino hummed, tightening the grip of his hand. Mystic flinched. “And why exactly? Aren’t I the one fucking you right now?”

He nodded in a panic. “I don’t know why I said it! For—forgive me!”

Kino jerked the other’s head back once more, pulling out, leaving a gaping and pitifully Mystic to stew in his desperation. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Truth be told, Mystic had absolutely no idea why Ruki’s name had come to mind all of the sudden. In this situation, out of any other! He could’ve sworn not even so much as the memory of his face flashed over his eyes. There was just no other explanation but a slip of the tongue!

“S—stop…” Mystic choked out.

Kino gazed down at his trembling silhouette, inspecting the quacking of his limbs and the reddening at the rim of his eyes. An itching heat of jealousy at the center of his chest made him feel uncomfortable and increasingly irked. He prodded the twitching tip of his cock up against the Founder’s entrance, teasingly. Mystic flinched as though he had been startled. Kino released him at last, inciting a sigh of relief, before digging his nails into his thigh to part way for himself.

“My name,” Kino spoke through a sigh.

Mystic gave him a questioning and meek glance, but said nothing.

“Say it.”

Slowly, he initiated penetration once more. Mystic yelped, arching his back. Kino suddenly let go of his hair and clamped down into his hips, ramming in without warning. Mystic bawled, reaching out to hold the Vampire’s arms and writhed. Kino was unrelenting, however. He stubbornly clung to him, violently moving inside of him.

“Ki—Kino!” Mystic cried out. “Kino! Kino! S—stop! Ah!”

“Louder,” the Vampire groaned. He cursed, gritting his teeth.

Mystic gripped his arms. “Kino!”

“That’s it,” Kino snickered breathlessly. He ran his thumbs under the edge of the Founder’s ribs, nearing his own climax. “Only me… understood?”

Mystic stretched out his arms, begging for Kino to come closer. The Vampire dove, digging the sharp tips of his canines into the curve of his collarbone. The violent and painful action burst a final enticer of pleasure throughout Mystic’s nerves, abruptly loosening the knot at the pit of his stomach. The Founder cried out, wrapping his arms around Kino’s shoulders; cum spilling between them. Kino pushed deep, releasing with utter satisfaction within the walls of the smaller man. The burning sensation of being filled up was torturous, but spoke not a complaint of it.

Kino shuddered, turning to face Mystic. He lifted a hand, firmly holding the other’s jaw. “Don’t you ever make a mistake like that again. Got it?”

Mystic swallowed—still anxious—and nodded wordlessly.

Kino, satisfied with this answer, smiled. He wiped away the tears off the edges of his eyes, leaning in for a rather meek kiss. “Good…”

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