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mapofthesea · 2 years

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poly!maknae line x fem!reader

genre: SMUT. Like SO MUCH of it. They’re all fuckin’. Porn with very little plot tbh

word count: 8.3k

summary: having gone years since your last real relationship and subsequent satisfying fuck, you decide its finally time to put yourself back out there at the club. For some reason, this club is full of sexy men-who all happen to be taken. As soon as you’re about to give up on men for the rest of your life, your night takes an extremely lucky turn.

warnings: swearing, dom!maknae line x sub!reader, reader experiences some self-doubt, boys are poly and all in love with each other, use of pet names, name calling but y/n is into it, specific smut warnings: unprotected sex (simply don’t do this irl please), oral (male and female receiving), some mxm, face fucking, spit, spanking, praise kink and degradation kink at the same time, maknae line are fucking hung, dacryphilia (but very slight), double penetration, Taehyung loves readers tits, bi!maknae line, cum eating

an: I don’t proofread so if there are typos that’s why. As always, this is mature content so if you are under 18 and/or uncomfortable then please do not go beyond the cut!

“You should really go catch a dick. Maybe that would make you less of a bitch.” The teenager pops her gum as she leaves, a loud complaint about ‘shitty customer service’ spilling to her friends as soon as she catches their gaze.

As much as the girl was annoying-demanding a refund for a dress that had clearly been worn-her words did hold a small modicum of truth. How long had it been since you even had a satisfactory hookup? Your last long term relationship fizzled out about 2 years ago, and a few months after that you gave up on the dating scene altogether. There’s no denying the fact that you’re a bit lonely, and a lot horny, and that there’s an easy way to fix those problems if you’re just willing to put in some effort.

So you find yourself at a club for the first time in probably four years, the bass pulsing through the sticky wooden floors. A group of giggling girls pushes past you, forcing your body further into the writhing mass of dancing bodies. Your heels pinched your feet as you walked, but they made your legs look good, so you soldier through the pain to make it to the bar. The prices make you cringe, but you haven’t flirted with anyone in so long you need the liquid courage. You order two drinks, intent on sitting at the bar to get your bearings before going to well, catch a dick. The height of the stool makes you struggle to get into it, extremely out of practice when it comes to balancing in heels. The chair shakes under you as you try to settle into it, finally planting your ass down ungracefully. You puff out a breath, already feeling downtrodden about the night and looking forward to swallowing down the alcohol set in front of you. Just as you gather one of the glasses into your hand, a voice sounds from your side.

“Excuse me, uhm,” you turn toward the source of the noise and thank the heavens you’re already sitting down. The man speaking to you is tall and built in all the right places, strong shoulders you want to sink your teeth into drawing your eyes upward until you reach his defined jawline, the plump of his pink lips that stretch into a boxed smile. His body is wrapped in a simple black button up with a subtle pattern, leaving only the top button undone to give you a glimpse of smooth skin and a chunky gold chain around his neck. Devastatingly handsome brown eyes peer down at you and you wonder when you got so fucking lucky. He seems to be alone, this perfect man, and he started a conversation with you?

He licks his lips, eyes darting pointedly down to your cleavage-thank god you chose this low cut dress- and then back up to meet your gaze. Sparks of excitement thrum over your body as he leans against the bar beside you.

“Can I ask you what you’re drinking? It looks quite...delicious.” The deep timbre of his voice burns you from the inside out and you nod dumbly.

“They’re called electric lemonades. They’re definitely among the things I find...delicious.” You hope that you haven’t completely missed the mark in attempting to flirt back. In a different setting you would have cringed at the words, but tonight you were operating only on the desire to get fucked. The man cracks a smile and extends a hand your way. His fingers are long and adorned with rings, and you shudder at the thought of how they would probably feel inside of you.

“I’m Taehyung,” he adds as you shake his hand. “And thank you for the recommendation...” he looks at you pointedly and you get the hint to provide your name. The feeling of his warm hand makes your voice waver as you answer him.

“Thank you, Y/N” His hand ghosts up your wrist, giving it a small squeeze and holding on as he grabs the bartenders attention. Your heart is thrumming erratically; trying to decipher what the contact means, if your night was really going to be this easy. He turns back to you, fingers dancing on your delicate skin as you catch a whiff of what must be expensive cologne. Your head fills with lust, abandoning rational thoughts as words bubble out of you.

“You, I think you’re-” Taehyung smirks at your stuttering, cocking his head to the side as you speak. “I think you’re really hot, and I- do you wanna get out of here?” You blurt, face flaming at the cliche you resorted to in the heat of the moment. Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a full blown smile, pearly white teeth on display.

“Oh, Y/N. I would love to, but I’m actually-” His eyes slide over your head, gaze locking onto something, someone, behind him. Your heart stops, world crashing in on you from overhead.

“Oh god, no, I’m so sorry,” you scramble out of his grip on your wrist, all but leaping off of the stool to get away from him. His handsome face twists in what must be disgust of your desperation.

“Y/N, wait, you don’t have to-” He speaks after you as you leave, drinks latched between your palms as you hurry away from the bar, desperate to find a new spot to sit and collect your mind.

As busy as the club seems to be, you find a small booth table squeezed toward the service door that leads into the kitchen. It’s dark and secluded, the leather of the seat smooth and cold against the bare skin of your thighs. Heat still simmers at your core from your encounter, and you down an entire drink in a few gulps, welcoming the burn of vodka and sting of sour lemon juice to wash away the embarrassment of being rejected. Still, there were a lot of people here, and although you doubted you would find another as hot and captivating as Taehyung, you weren’t ready to give up just yet.

“I told you I don’t have time to talk right now!” You jump at the person who seemed to have materialized from thin air sitting at the other end of your booth. His hair is shaggy, pieces hanging around his eyes in a tantalizing fashion, the beginnings of a mullet type style evident by the long cut. His short sleeved shirt shows off an arm of impressive tattoos you’re desperate to have a closer look at.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, hand clasping over your chest as your empty glass clinks against the full one. You don’t think he even heard you, dark eyebrows furrowed as he presses his phone against his ear. His free hand is digging harshly into his thigh, clearly annoyed at whoever was on the other end of the call.

He glances your way at the outburst, a frown marring his handsome features. Your stomach dives as you process just how handsome this stranger is too. Did all the hot men in the area flock to this club tonight? His eyes don’t leave yours as he finishes up the call with a curt goodbye and you squirm in your seat at the attention. The desire to down your second drink burns in the back of your throat but you suppress it by scratching at the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” the man speaks and you catch a glimpse of his shining lip piercing. He extends a veiny, tattoo covered-hand across the table and you catch a glimpse of a delicate sliver chain around his wrist that likely costs more than five months’ worth of your rent. You extend your hand slowly to his own, hoping he can’t feel the way your hands are clamming up.

“Jungkook.” He states simply, shaking your hand two times before dropping it gently back to the table with a deceptively adorable smile.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. And it’s okay, really. I just didn’t notice you were here when I sat down...” His piercing eyes are still stuck on your form, eyebrows quirked in what now looks more like amusement. Your face flushes at his attention and you're worried that the heat will begin to melt your makeup off unintentionally. “I just, ah, hope that you’re okay. That sounded like an intense call?”

He grunts, fiddling with the bracelet. “Been on worse calls. And at least this one brought me some good fortune.” For a moment you assume he means whatever business he must be in, but the way he licks his lips tells you a whole different story. You squirm, in utter shock at the way your evening has shaped up. “M-me?” You finally stutter, once again proving why you hadn’t been in the game for a long, long time.

Jungkook’s eyes scan you, crinkling with a genuine smile that makes your stomach backflip. The hand you shook previously takes your own again, running a gentle line over your palm. “Yes, you, pretty. Don’t know why you’ve secluded yourself to the furthest booth in the bar, but I won’t complain if it means I get to be the one to entertain you.” He cocks his head in a way that has no right being so attractive, and you feel your insides start to liquify.

“Oh, thank you. I think you’re pretty too...” you deliberately dance your fingertips over his, hoping the teasing touch does a lot of talking for you. Jungkook’s eyes narrow in on the gesture, glazing over with what you believe is lust. Your heart kicks up in excitement, feeling like you had finally cracked the proverbial code. His grin widens and you feel your heart stutter at the way he suddenly grasps your hand between both of his own. “The things I would do to you, if only...” his face shifts, and you’ve done enough time in customer service to know it’s a look of disappointment. A shard of sadness strikes right through you as you wiggle out of his grip, quickly grasping your drink and downing it ungracefully in an attempt to wipe out the shame in your gut. You vaguely register Jungkook’s voice calling after you, but you power towards the dance floor, hoping to get lost in the press of sweaty bodies.

Alcohol and embarrassment are an interesting comorbidity, and the ache to get away from the gazes of the two men you had already met persuades you to weave further into the dance floor. You don’t know the lyrics to the song that’s playing but the beat vibrates through the floor and straight into your blood, encouraging you to rock your hips. You’re vaguely aware of the heat of bodies around you as your eyes slip shut, vodka finally doing the job you wanted it to. Something loosens in your chest, a feeling not unlike taking off your bra at the end of a long day. A body presses in close behind your own, a hand skating over your side to rest just above your hip. The two of you rock along to the music and you look down to see the hand on you looks strong and capable. Your heart and pussy lurch at the same time and you dare to spin around as you rock your hips to the music.

The man attached to the hand had to have just walked off of a runway. His eyes are rimmed in smoky eyeliner, even with his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth you can see a hint of gloss. His hand tightens on your waist, seemingly pleased with your ogling. You lean closer to his warmth, linking your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height. He takes the bait easily, slotting his head next to your neck and ghosting a hot breath over your skin. A shiver escapes you, exasperated as the music changes and the man makes a point to press his hips forward into your own. An unbidden groan slips from between your lips and you swear you hear him chuckle.

You move just as boldly as he is, rotating your hips forward pointedly. His hands wander to tease the curve of your hip before resting firmly on your ass at the same time he nips at a spot on your neck.

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” his voice is devastatingly husky and low right in your ear. It makes you shiver, digging your fingernails into the lean planes of his shoulders. “Y/N,” You answer back with a push of your hips further into his own, happy that the tight jeans he had on confirmed the bulge you thought you felt against you. A shuddering breath punches out of you and Jimin notices, nudging his nose firmly against the lobe of your ear.

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing out here alone?” He husks.

“Tryin’ not to be. But I keep hitting on taken men, apparently.” Jimin abandons the spot at your neck to peer down at you, pretty eyes narrowed in to your own. Your veins thrum under his attention. There’s something in his stare you can’t explain, a quality so captivating that you don’t have it in you to look away.

“Well, what a shame for those guys. You’re such a pretty little thing, I can’t imagine turning you down...” he smirks in a way he must know makes your knees weak, hands taking another generous handful of your ass. You pitch forward into his chest, the fabric of what you assumed to be a simple tank top feels silky and cool under your cheek. Jimin’s chest rumbles with a pleased hum, lips ghosting over the sweaty hairs on your forehead.

“Fuck, baby. Should we get out of here?”

Your heart jumps at his words and you nod immediately, the desire to hook your legs around his waist and let him carry you out of the club replacing all of your usual concerns. You settle for clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he begins to move the two of you out of the crowd. People part easily for the two of you and before you know it you’re in a much quieter and cooler spot. Your fingers finally unlatch from his shirt and find a place on his jawline instead, hesitating for a second before pulling him down and kissing him. You feel triumphant when he falls into your rhythm, biting playfully at your bottom lip before weaving his tongue inside of your mouth. Desire is burning in your stomach and you squirm against him, desperate to get the fuck out of here and onto doing what you’ve been craving for weeks.

“Hey, what the hell!” Someone exclaims, obviously in close proximity. You jump, narrowly avoiding biting down on Jimin’s lips as you both turn toward the noise. He keeps you close in his grasp, arms tight over your waist- possessive in a way that makes your stomach clench.

“Oh, hey guys. This is Y/N.” Jimin grins, nodding his head in a loose gesture towards you. Your stomach knots and flips with anxiety as your drinks threaten to make a reappearance.

“Y/N, this is Jun-”

“Jungkook and Taehyung. Yeah, I um...” you trail off, wide eyes still in disbelief of the fact that your two failed endeavors are standing before you and seemingly are friends with Jimin.

Jimin puffs a breath that ruffles your hair. “Wait, is she- she’s the same girl you guys were talking about? And they’re the guys you mentioned earlier?”

The two other boys nod along with you, and despite the growing feeling of horror in your gut, you can’t help but feel hot under the gaze of all three of them. Jungkook locks his gaze on Jimin’s arms wound around you and his lip curls into a smirk. He moves in closer to your body until you can feel the heat radiating off of him. The tattooed hand you were so enamored with comes to tuck a sweaty strand of hair away from your face.

“I really wish you would have stuck around when I called after you earlier, babe. Just lucky you found your way to Jimin.” His eyes dart to your lips and your heart pounds out of your chest. Every one of your senses heightens; the feeling of Jimin’s arms around you, the scent of Jungkook’s cologne, the way your vision is swimming with desire.

“You can kiss him if you want,” Jimin offers, splaying his hand against your waist in encouragement. Your eyes go wide and you hear a throaty laugh- Taehyung- at your stunned expression.

“Here’s the thing, Y/N. What you didn't let Jungkook and I get to is that we’re dating. Us, and Jimin. His eyes have gone a shade darker than they were at the bar and it makes your pussy clench. “So if you’d like to have all three of us. We’d all certainly like to have you.”

You swear you forget how to breath as his words land and process, but the way your knees physically weaken is evidence enough of how you’re feeling.

“Yes! I uh, yes. To all of it. Y-yes. Please.” Taehyung smirks, running his sinful tongue across his lips, and before you know it you’re all moving towards the door. You feel hazy in the best way possible as Taehyung and Jimin go to collect a taxi and Jungkook hangs back with you, attacking your lips with his own. The cold press of his piercing pulls a gasp from your mouth as he devours you in a kiss even nastier than the one you shared with Jimin. You’re more than happy to get lost in it, allowing Jungkook to guide you until you’re at the taxi, squeezing into the back seat with the other two boys. Jungkook settles you on his lap, holding you steady around the waist as the car starts and gets you back to their apartment.

It’s a race to get up to their unit, and you can barely keep track of who is touching you where as the four of you ride the elevator up several stories.

The inside of the apartment seems nicely decorated and clean, but you only have time to glimpse the living room before the three men are pulling you into a bedroom.

“Look so fucking sexy, baby. I thought we’d lost you after you left me at the bar like that...” Taehyung shamelessly eyes your body, hands working underneath the fabric of your dress at your thighs.

“Can we get you out of this?” Jungkook presses in behind you, pulling your hair to the side and playing with the delicate zipper on your dress. “Yes, please.” You nod emphatically, head tipping forward to allow Jungkook more room. The gentle skim of his fingers on your back raises goosebumps and makes your nipples perk.

“Shit.” Taehyung swears loudly when your dress slips down, leaving you bare aside from a simple pair of underwear. His lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking with a fervor that your ex never came close to. Jungkook’s calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and rub the soft skin at your hip before pulling them down your legs. You can feel your arousal smearing down your thighs with the movement, sure that there’s already a mess between your legs. Before you can open your mouth to defend yourself, Jimin appears, shirt already gone, to claim your lips again.

Taehyung nips at the sensitive skin of your breast, leaving a mark that will be blooming in purple by the morning. He laves the spot with his tongue, humming against you as he helps himself to the expanse of you. Jimin lets up so you can both heave a breath. His eyes are much darker than they were on the dance floor, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver through you. He smirks, laying a possessive hand on top of Taehyung’s head as he continues to leave a path of marks on your torso.

Your stomach hums with anticipation as you watch the two of them. The simple touch speaks volumes to the closeness of their relationship. Jimin grips your chin with his free hand, tipping your head upwards until you make eye contact.

“You gonna be good for us?” You’re already nodding, and he lets out a dark chuckle. “Good little slut, letting us do whatever we want to you. Isn't that right?” A whine rips from your throat, as Jungkook’s hands find a new home in between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your body pitches forward, forcing Taehyung to back off as you move.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, embarrassed at the way you bent over for them so easily. The feeling washes away as your angle brings you level with Taehyung’s cock, clearly strained against the fabric of his linen pants. You swear your mouth waters at the sight, itching to have him in you. Jimin’s hands find a home on your lower back, the gentle touch grounding you to the absurdity of the situation.

Jungkook groans at the sight of your bared pussy, his hand immediately spreading your folds. You moan in tandem, eyes rolling at the pleasure. “Shit, she’s so fucking wet.” He’s clearly speaking to the men around you, and the idea makes your cheeks flame. The squelch of your juices fills the room as Jungkook pushes a long finger inside of you. The stretch makes you gasp and quiver, having been embarrassingly long since you had anything inside of you. Your hands flail wildly until they land conveniently on Taehyung’s waist, just inches from his waiting cock.

“Feels good?” He asks, latching his hands around your wrists and not so subtly inching them toward his cock. “Wanna suck your cock,” you blurt the words as soon as your hand grazes him and are immediately rewarded with triplet groans from the men.

“Go ahead, baby.” Taehyung encourages you as you find the zipper to his pants, struggling as Jungkook slips another finger inside of you and begins opening you up in a slow burn. You puff a breath when you finally get a look at Taehyung’s cock, heavy and flushed in your hand, with a prettily colored tip and strong veins under your thumb. You rub your thumb over the head and Taehyung groans, canting his hips forward into your touch. Anxiety stirs in your stomach at his size and your lack of experience, and your eyes widen at the prospect of trying to hold yourself up while being fucked on both ends.

“Wait, I-” the words punch out of you, loud enough that the room stills. Jimin’s hands move, encouraging you to stand back upright as three concerned faces materialize in front of you.

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” You groan, shutting your eyes tight.

“We can stop!” Jungkook insists, voice surprisingly high strung.

“No! No, I just.” You open your eyes again, licking your dried lips. “Its been a long time since I...you know. And I just, maybe we can move to the bed so I don’t like, fall?” Your eyes dart between them, expecting them to laugh or maybe tell you to just suck it up, but instead a low coo spills from between Jimin’s plush lips.

“Poor girl, you haven’t been fucked in so long you’re worried you won't be able to handle us? Come on.” He leads you the few steps to the bed, laying you down with your back on the cool comforter. His pretty hair falls around his face and your hands are immediately in it, relishing in the soft feeling of his locks between your fingers in a way that grounds you to the moment. All you can focus on is how handsome he is, and how lucky you are to have found yourself in this situation. His lips descend on your own as if he can read your mind, grabbing at your waist with both capable hands. The kiss tastes like alcohol and you can't get enough, welcoming his tongue inside of your mouth in a messy swap of spit. Your noses squish together, as close as humanly possible to one another, until a sharp moan throws you out of your rhythm. Jimin lets up when you stop, leaning to the side casually to let you get a glimpse of the other two boys. The moan belonged to Taehyung, who had apparently stripped down while you were kissing Jimin, who was at the mercy of Jungkook’s hand on his cock. Jungkook had rid himself of his clothing as well, and you couldn't decide where to look first.

Taehyung’s neck was on display, the muscular column inviting you to take a bite out of him as Jungkook works his deft fingers along the impressive length of his cock, all while his other hand grinds slowly against his own.

“Aren't they pretty?” Jimin’s sinful voice snakes into your ear and makes you shiver. His hands deftly work down his own pants and boxers, and you’re given a hint of what he has to offer.

“P-please, Jimin, want you.” He chuckles at the words but obeys you, quickly slotting himself between your legs. With no barriers between you, you can feel the thickness of his cock against your pussy, the girth of him taunting you.

“As much as I wanna dive into your pretty little pussy, she deserves some more attention, don’t you think?” A knowing smirk graces his features as he lowers himself to your stomach, skimming the skin of your stomach with his tongue. The trail he leaves is electric, sending shockwaves of arousal right to your core as he gets closer. Your hands find a home in his hair again, happy to scrape against his scalp with a gentle pressure as he finally settles between your legs.

A stream of air against your clit makes you whimper, hips bucking off of the bed enough that he loops an arm over your stomach to hold you down.

“Fuck, Jimin, please!” He giggles from between your legs and you think you might die before his mouth even touches you. Taehyung and Jungkook have turned their attentions to you, and the sight of them both hard in front of you is enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, and as soon as your head drops back onto the bed, Jimin makes his move.

Maybe it's just because it had been so long since you had someone eat you out, but the first touch of his tongue brought you spiraling toward an orgasm. Your hands tighten on his locks and he groans as he laps at you, circling your clit with his tongue in perfect little circles. The noises that escape you don’t feel like your own as you rush embarrassingly fast towards cumming. Your vision blurs with tears, and you cum without a warning. A pleasant humming fills your mind as Jimin continues to eat you out, lapping up whatever you give him with a fervor that makes your toes curl. Wet tears roll over your cheeks and into your hairline, mixing with the sweat that was already there.

So lost in the pleasure, you barely notice that Jimin had stopped until your hands drop form his hair, limp at your sides. His lips and nose are glistening with your juices, and the sight of him makes you gasp.

“You came so fast, baby. Were you really that deprived?” You lean into the attention and nod, whining to him when he coos over you. “Such a pretty little pussy deserves attention, doesn't it?” You know he’s relishing in your submission, but you’re more than happy to fall into it when you feel so safe.

The bed dips above your head, and you know that it’s Taehyung and Jungkook finally joining you. You crane your head backwards to find them both staring raptly at your figure, the heaving of your chest as you recover.

“Think she's ready for a dick?” Jimin asks casually, as if you’re not right under him. You whimper, nodding your head emphatically. He finally casts a gaze back down at you, smiling with genuine kindness. After a second he leans away, allowing cold air to wash over your body. A small feeling of alarm washes over you as he backs up, and your eyes dart around as he reaches into the bedside table a few steps away. The silver packet shimmers in the low light, as as much as you admire their willingness to be safe, you shake your head petulantly.

Taehyung’s face hovers over your own in an instant, eyebrows furrowed as he examines you. You know he’s looking for signs of distress; assessing if you need to stop, but all he sees is your pouty lip and teary eyes.

“I wanna-” you gulp down a swallow. “Wanna feel you raw. Please. I'm on the pill and I’m clean.” You plead your case to the man above you, knowing well that they’re all listening. “I just wanna feel you...” you try again when no one says anything. Then, Taehyung’s face lights up in a smile that would seem evil if you didn't know any better.

“Hear that, guys? Our pretty little baby wants us raw.” Excitement passes through your stomach when you see how this is going.

“If that’s what she wants...” Jungkook chimes in, pretending like his cock didn't jump and throb at your words. Jimin comes back to you, hands empty, and grasps the meat of your thighs, hoisting them up so that they’re bent at the knees. One hand drops, and you assume he’s going to play with your pussy, but it instead comes down harshly on the juncture of your ass and thigh.

“You nasty little thing. Want all three of us to cum in you? Fill up your little pussy like you’ve been waiting for?” The gravel in his voice makes your pussy clench and he sees it, chuckling darkly.

“What do you say, guys? Wanna cum inside her?” A collective groan of agreement falls from everyone but Jimin, who is busy lining himself up with your soaking entrance. You heave a breath in anticipation as Taehyung and Jungkook move to flank your sides, eager to have their hands on you. “We’re all clean too, baby. Nothing to worry about.” Jungkook suddenly assures you, tracing a gentle line down your arm closest to him.

At your nod, Jimin presses forward, beginning his descent into you. The stretch is already unbelievable, much more intense than your tiny vibrator. He reads your body well, taking his time to enter you as you gasp and writhe. Taehyung and Jungkook do their best to soothe you, helping to pain morph into pleasure as Jimin is finally fully inside of you.

“Holy shit, you feel so good.” His voice is airy with pleasure and it inflates your ego just a bit. He begins a steady rhythm, splitting you open with every movement of his hips. A gasp stutters out of you when you realize just how big he is, tears brimming once again at the pure pleasure he’s giving you. It doesn't take long for him to increase his pace, fucking into you so hard that you’re pushed further onto the bed, tears spilling freely. Jungkook and Taehyung have each taken the liberty to attend to one of your nipples, pinching and licking at them as they please while Jimin wrecks you.

“Look so pretty when you cry, baby. Sweet little crybaby letting me ruin her pussy, huh?” Jimin’s words add fuel to the fire in your stomach, and you cry even more as he hits a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed.

“I’m getting close, Jimin-” your voice is stolen from you as Jungkook takes the opportunity to work two large fingers over your sensitive clit, heightening every sensation into a burning desire in your stomach.

“I’m cumming!” You’re impressed the words even make it out before you feel like you’re floating, cumming around Jimin’s cock. Neither him or Jungkook let up as you scream their names, hands scrabbling for something to anchor yourself. White spots cloud your vision, and as the sensation passes you realize that your whole body is trembling. Taehyung’s planting kisses on your collarbones, murmuring things you can't quite understand yet. Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes are glued to your pussy, and you can feel it fluttering with the aftershocks.

“Fuck, gimme a turn.” Jungkook is suddenly on the move, practically shoving Jimin- who was still hard- out of the way. Jimin doesn’t protest, his chest heaving from effort as he lays down next to you on the bed, immediately stealing your attention with a kiss.

“You are so hot, you know that?” He says, brushing stray strands of hair out of your eyes. “Crying like that got me fucking harder, somehow. Shit.” You almost feel bad that he’s still hard, but Taehyung steals your attention quickly with a kiss of his own. Jungkook’s hands dance on your thighs, admiring the red marks that Jimin’s hand had made on you. His hand comes down on the opposite cheek that Jimin slapped earlier, relishing in the way you whine into Taehyung’s kiss. He lands one more on each side for good measure, and you moan so loudly that you have to pull away from Taehyung’s mouth.

Jungkook takes the moment to tease his head against your slick entrance, and you nod fervently to tell him you’re more than ready for his cock. He’s somehow longer than Jimin, the impressive length a bit imposing as he begins to slip in. Despite just having orgasmed, he still stretches your entrance considerably. Taehyung groans along with you, sitting up for a better look as he wraps his hand around his cock. You can see now just how needy he is, the tip red and leaking. You reach for him absently, trying to keep your eyes on Jungkook as his face twists into pleasure.

“Think she wants you, Taehyung.” Jimin interjects, warm hands enjoying caressing your side. Your mind is fuzzy with desire, as Taehyung finally gets your cues and props himself up. The sight of his cock makes your mouth water, and you open it to him with no hesitation. Perhaps wisely, he sneaks a look down to your pussy, where Jungkook had started a slow and satisfying rhythm inside of you. As if he knew the exact timing, Taehyung shoves his cock into your waiting mouth at the exact same time Jungkook ramps up his speed.

Stuffed on both ends, you moan, surprised and delighted at how well the men worked together. Jungkook’s pace is punishing, relentless with the way he batters your pussy like it’s made for him. Lewd groans spills from him in a constant stream, and paired with the way he stretches you, you would be screaming for the whole building to hear if not for Taehyung’s cock.

You focus on him as well as you can, relaxing your throat to let him fuck your face as he pleases. Your gag reflex threatens to make an appearance but you fight through it, enjoying the burn of your throat expanding for him. Taehyung is surprisingly perceptive to your needs and speeds up his thrusts just enough to make you feel wonderfully numb, spit seeping around his cock. The wetness drips down your chin onto your chest, but you are far too gone to find it embarrassing. Jungkook is lost in his pleasure, hips moving at an inhumane speed that scrambles your brain and sends shockwaves through your pussy.

“Pretty fucking girl, slobbering on my cock. Lettin’ me fuck your throat like a whore while Jungkook fucks you. Just a good little whore, doing whatever we want you to do, huh?” You nod at his words as best as you can, the mixture of sweat, tears and spit making your neck feel stick, but it’s all worth it when Taehyung produces the deepest moan you've ever heard.

Jungkook mirrors him, letting out a string of high pitched whines. You choke around Taehyung’s cock at the movements and he lets up, allowing your wrecked voice to fill the room alongside Jungkook’s. With Taehyung out of the way Jungkook leans forward and leaves a bite on your neck, gasping as you feel his release fill you. The warmth makes your eyes roll back, satisfied to finally be filled with someone’s cum.

Jungkook continues to buck his hips as he cums, laying his head down on your chest as Jimin captivates him in a kiss of his own. You’re entranced by their embrace, watching the way their tongues slip against each others as Jungkook rests on your chest. A happiness settles inside of you, not even bothered that you didn't come, as Jungkook lets out an airy giggle. He stands up and finds the strength to pull out of you, eyes glued to the mess he made inside of you.

His cum rushes out and you clench to keep it in, loving the heavy feeling inside of you. Jungkook swears, pushing his sweaty hair back off his gorgeous forehead.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your pussy filled.” You’re surprised to hear Taehyung say, as he rounds the bed. They fall into their natural rhythm again as Jungkook finds his place, cuddled into Jimin’s side as if they’re watching a show. Taehyung’s eyes glint with something you can’t explain as he works a hand over his cock.

He sees your questioning gaze and smirks. “Had to stop fucking your mouth cause I only wanna cum inside of you.” His hands find your hips, massaging the flesh there with reverence. “Flip over.” His sweet playful tone is gone, replaced by a hard dominance that churns your stomach. It takes a second to get your muscles to work, but soon you’re on your knees and elbows, head buried in the soft comforter. Taehyung groans, clearly enjoying the change in scenery as he gropes your ass. His fingers split open your pussy, watching Jungkook’s cum seep out of it.

He takes a swipe across your pussy with his tongue, sending a moan stuttering out of you. “Tastes so good, but I can't wait to be inside of it.”

“Please fuck me, Taehyung. I need you so bad.” You whine. The desire to have another load of cum inside of you overtakes any decorum as you shuffle your hips back against him, hoping it will make him act faster.

“You greedy little girl. Already been fucked twice and you can't get enough?” He teases but you can hear the hitch in his voice, the way the heavy head of his cock traces against your exposed folds. He takes extra time to run the head of his cock over your engorged clit, extra sensitive since you didn't cum with Jungkook. Without warning his cock is sliding into you, pushing through the wetness of Jungkook’s come and your arousal.

By far the thickest of the three, Taehyung’s cock punches the air out of you with the new angle. Your manicured nails grip the comforter in anticipation, and before you know it Taehyung is pounding into you. You feel like you will never catch your breath again with the way he’s moving inside of you, deconstructing your nervous system piece by piece. You’re vaguely aware of Jimin and Jungkook next to you and you turn your head in curiosity.

Jungkook, despite his tiredness, has his lips wrapped around Jimin’s cock, eyes closed in pleasure as he bobs his head. The sight sends a ripple of pleasure straight to your core, tightening around Taehyung so much that he slaps your ass in appreciation. Jimin’s eyelids hang low but open, dangerous eyes boring right into your own as if he could read your mind. The hand that isn’t propping him up is resting gently on Jungkook’s head, and even with the momentum from Taehyung’s thrusts making your vision blurry, you can tell that Jimin’s face is the picture of sinful pleasure.

Taehyung’s fingers seek out your clit and your instantly clench around him, your walls spasming as you fall into sensory bliss, all but drooling into the fabric below you.

“Love this greedy little pussy, baby. So lucky we met her-” a hitch of his breath accompanied by his hips stuttering. “Come on, cum for me so I can fill you up.” His fingers somehow move faster, strumming your clit in a way that makes your toes clench and your stomach unravel. You cum with a force you didn’t know possible, gushing around Taehyung’s cock in a sticky mess. He thrusts only a few more times before spilling inside of you, slapping your ass again for good measure. Your ears ring, happy with the numbness of your world. You can tell there are several hands on you, but who they belong to is a mystery. Taehyung’s cock leaves you and you whine, immediately missing the weight of him inside you. His cum spills out behind him and you feel like you could cry as the fullness slips away from you. You try your best to voice it as your body collapses onto the bed, but you can’t tell if they can even hear you let alone understand you.

The edges of your vision return, fingers and toes coming back to life. You finally make out the hands on your head to be Jungkook’s, who is laying down next to you, staring at you as if you were made of stars. He’s speaking lowly and you smile when you finally make sense of what he’s saying.

“Good girl, now there you are. Hey.” The soft tone he uses makes you feel at ease. “Can you tell me what you were just trying to say?” His eyebrows furrow cutely and you try so hard to focus on his question and not the way you want to kiss him so badly. It takes your mouth a few moments to catch up to your brain, and you finally wade through the happy haze of your orgasm.

“I said that I-” you wince at how wrecked your voice is. “I don’ want all the cum to slip out of me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your admission, perhaps expecting you to have much more PG thing to say. He recovers quickly, allowing a sexy smirk to break through.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says, and for a second you’re still confused, until the man he calls upon is taking his place. His makeup still looks impeccable, and this close up you can see the details in his irises. He says nothing, and you aren’t sure exactly what he heard, so you just start again.

“I want to-”

“Have all the cum stuffed back into you?” His words shock you despite how lewd the entire night had been. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright? That last orgasm really took it out of you, sweetheart.”

Your heart jumps at his consideration, but there’s still a fire burning deep in your stomach that you know he could be the one to put out. You turn your head just enough to see that his cock is still hard, leaking precum against his toned stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure. Please. Please. I promise I’ll be good. Wanna make you cum. Wanna have you all in me.” Jimin’s eyes darken immediately, and his strong hands maneuver your pliant body back onto your back. A surge of confidence runs through you at the animalistic desire on his face.

“Gonna get you all filled up, baby. Our perfect little cum dump. Lettin’ us all take our turns with you.” He spreads your legs, examining your puffy pussy lips and the remnants of cum that leak from you. He gathers up what he can with his fingers and shoves it back into you. You shudder at the intrusion, beyond sensitive to his touches.

“”M not gonna last long, baby. I’m so fucking hard.” He whines, palming himself as he gets to where he needs to be, settled between your legs snugly. “S okay, just want your cum.” You assure him sweetly, feeling the weight of the night as well. You weren't even sure you had it in you to cum again, but you knew you wouldn't end the night satisfied without having them all spill inside of you.

Jimin wastes no time after your reassurance, and his cock slides right in as if you were made for him. The lubrication makes for an extremely easy glide. Every move he makes strikes pleasure in your pussy, the sensitivity of the muscles making your orgasm build with surprising speed. Jimin can feel you clenching around him and he gasps, knowing your tells after seeing you cum so many times in one night. He presses a nimble finger to your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to cum again. A slow simmering orgasm that makes your legs shake as you gasp, latching onto Jimin’s arms for support. He joins you not long after, giving a few short thrusts to make sure that he fills you up deep.

He drops his full body weight on top of you and you relish in the secure feeling, his cock twitching while still inside you. The shake in your legs finally stills, and Jimin pulls out of you, careful to minimize the amount that slipped out of you. You closed your legs instinctively although you were exhausted beyond belief. As the adrenaline wears off and the sweat begins to dry you shiver under him. Despite the heat of his body, you were definitely in need of something else to cover you. When he feels you shiver he plants a kiss on your forehead before sitting up and pulling aside the comforter on the bed before leading you underneath the layers of warmth. He slips in right after you, wrapping his arms steady around your figure. Your eyes threaten to slip shut, but the absence of the others nags at the back of your brain.

“Went to get clothes and water,” Jimin explains as if he can read your mind. His head barely lifts from your shoulder as he speaks, and the low hum of his voice against you soothes the very last of your frayed nerves. Seconds later the door glides open, a now-dressed Taehyung and Jungkook with bottles of water and fabric bundled in their hands.

You and Jimin both take a water bottle, and the other boys settle down on the bed. Suddenly you realize the bed isn't quite big enough for all four of you, as Taehyung’s limbs sprawl overtop of Jungkook’s.

Jungkook waits until you drain half the water bottle, and then shuffles the pile of clothes in his arms.

“They’re uh- they’re my clothes, but I. Figured they'd be better than your...dress.” He blushes, gingerly holding it out to you. The sight makes you giggle, but you thank him, and pull the shirt on over your head while you're still in the bed. Feeling like you could trust your legs again you slip out of bed and pull on the boxers and sweatpants he gave you. The shirt falls to your thighs and the bottoms he gave you only fit because of their drawstring, but the enveloping warmth and comfort made up for the size difference.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You whisper your thanks, scared to ruin the comfortable low hum of conversation between Taehyung and Jimin. It's easy to slip back under the sheets, wedged between Jimin and Jungkook. Taeyhyung takes the other side of Jimin, barely having enough room for his body at the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he reaches an arm across Jimin to reach you. He gently places a hand on your arm, rubbing gently at the skin there.

An odd wave of emotion crests over you and your eyes well. “Thank you, by the way.”

To your complete embarrassment they all coo at once, squishing in closer to you. You all smell like sex and sweat, but the embrace is so sweet that you have to remind yourself it was only a one night stand.

“We should be the ones thanking you, Y/N. Believe it or we don’t usually do...this.” Jungkook admits. He’s facing your back but you can imagine the blush on his cheeks as he speaks. The idea shocks you and a sound of disbelief punches out of you.

“It’s true,” Jimin pokes your ribs gently when he sees the look on your face. “We’re pretty picky. But you...” He stops himself, seeming to be afraid of saying too much. A teasing glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest with the implications of his words. Was it too soon for you to suggest doing this again? Or just hanging out like normal people? There’s no denying that you’re wildly attracted to all of them, but does that mean its worth pursuing? “We can think about it in the morning.” Comes Jimin’s gentle voice. Taehyung nods from behind him, and you can tell that his exhaustion is catching up to him. You have no idea it was when you left the club with them, and certainly have no idea what hour it is now. Jungkook grunts his agreement into your neck, and you hope he can't sense the way your heartbeat speeds up at his proximity.

“Well still, thank you. And good night.” You murmur, nestling into the surprisingly soft pillow. Your eyes shut, and sleep is just inches away, latched between the two men closest to you, when Jimin begins to wiggle.

“Shit, guys. Let me out, I need to piss.” Triplet sighs follow his demand, and you all laugh as he flips you off on the way to the bathroom.

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thcfountain · 4 months

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Dating Nick Folio would include:

mdni. nsfw & fluff.

Fishing dates! sitting in a boat together in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the weather or other small talk as you wait for the fish to bite.

Matching outfits for riding his motorcycle. He's very big on "dress for the slide, not the ride," but that doesn't mean you won't match.

He tries to teach you to ride a motorcycle too. Riding your own is safer than clinging to him from behind, even if he likes the feeling of you pressed up against him.

"I'd rather straddle and ride you," you say, halfway into the lesson and Nick immediately stops what he's doing.

Strong arms wrap around you, picking you up to carry you inside immediately. "I hope you mean that," he says as you giggle at the way he rushes you both into the house.

There's lots of laughter and fun in your relationship to the point where you two have had gigglefits together mid sex.

You pause, mid riding him, to laugh. "Did you just say my nipples were jigs?"

He laughs underneath you, hands on your hips, encouraging you to keep moving. "If I was a fish, your nipples would be the best lures to get me." It makes sense but at the same time, it doesn't.

You roll your hips under his encouraging hands but you can't help laughing and he laughs with you, realising that maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Bang me like a drum," you moan as Nick thrusts into, hard and fast.

As your words register, his pace falters. "like a drum?" he can't help but laugh. "I'll smack your ass like a symbol later, baby, I promise," and you laugh too.

sometimes when you're ovulating, you get heavy baby fever and if you even mention it to Nick, he joins you in having it.

"I could build a crib," he tells you one day. You're snuggled up together on the couch, as close as can be, watching a movie. "And we can buy lots of cute little baby clothes," he adds.

Your heart skips a beat at the thought. "You're too busy," you remind him, even though it pains you to say it.

"You'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby. I could kiss your tummy and talk to baby about music and fishing. I can't wait to buy them their first fishing pole!"

You guys drive the rest of the band crazy together. You prank band members or make weird noises at each other. If Nick starts singing, you always join in. If one of you makes a weird noise, the other will make a weirder one. You two can communicate solely in odd noises.

Getting matching tattoos. Ruffilo tries to keep you guys from doing it but he ends up giving in and agreeing to tattoo you both because he knows if he doesn't, you're just gonna go get each other's names tattooed and he hates that.

Doing silly couple trends with each other even if you never post them to social media.

Nick likes watching you masturbate and he will bring home toys that he wants to watch you try.

You close your eyes, moving your hips in time with the motorbunny you're currently riding. He'd been so excited when he brought it home for you to try and you had to admit how good it felt to ride.

Nick sits not far from you, eyes glued to your form as he slowly strokes his cock. "Louder, baby," he pleads, begging you to make more noise.

The grinder is strapped to his thigh, his hands are on your waist, helping you ride it. Every time you thrust against it, the ridges and bumbs that were specifically designed, rub against your clit, drawing out cries from you.

"Cum for me," he softly pleads, helping you pick up your pace and it doesn't take long for you to cum all over the toy, your hands grasp his shoulders, steadying yourself as you cry out.

Once you've regained your senses, you drop to your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth in order to repay the favor.

He also likes it when you order him around.

You're the first person that he lets collar him too.

"You ready?" You ask, holding the lock and collar you two picked out together. It's a beautiful collar, made of a loose chain, and to the untrained eye it might look like some e-boy esq accessory.

"I'm ready, I'm yours and only yours," he promises and you put the collar on his neck, locking it into place. You'll wear the key on a necklace around your own neck.

Sometimes date night means dinosaur nuggets and beer, sometimes its fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, and sometimes date night means sitting in a boat together as you wait for the fish to bite.

Texting with him all the time when the band is on tour. Facetiming him whenever he can get a moment or two away.

"What did you have for dinner?" you ask, watching him move the phone so he can readjust to a more comfortable position in his bunk. "Don't say sleep."

He laughs but there's love in his gaze at the fact that you take his wellbeing so seriously. "We found a pizza place," he tells you. "Noah ate his weight in pizza and now Jolly is tutting about how he warned Noah he'd get a tummy ache." You both laugh a little and then there's a quiet pause. "I miss you," he says quietly.

"I miss you too. I love you."

being treated like a younger sibling by the band. You and Noah are practically bffs with the most brother/sister relationship ever.

You run and leap onto Noah, clinging to his back from behind. "I'm gonna take you down," you threaten, while Nick cheers you on. "You can't beat me in a wrestling match."

But Noah is all muscle now so he just laughs. "This isn't even wrestling, you're just koala clinging to me."

You look back at Nick and he immediately gets the point, rushing over and helping you get Noah onto the floor. The two of you pin Noah down together.

"That's fucking cheating!" He declares as you and Nick laugh.

"Why are you guys recreating the scene where Merry and Pip tackle Boromir?" Asks Matt as he walks into the room.

You and Nick look at each other for a second and then rush Matt, knocking him down next.

"We're the undefeated wrestling champs!"

Going on cross-country road trips together on motorcycles. Which means staying in shoddy motels, eating at random diners, and making memories you'll never forget.

He pulls over to the side of the road and you follow, wondering if something is wrong. It's night time and the road is practically deserted in this in the middle of nowhere town that you're passing through.

It turns out nothing is wrong, he just wants a moment to stand at look at the stars together. Brightly splattered across the blue-black sky, the moon shining down on you both. You take your helmets off and kiss under the stars.

Lots of kisses! Nick loves kisses from you and he loves giving them. Sometimes you guys just sit and makeout. His kisses are the best.

#nick folio #nick folio imagine #nick folio smut

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iliketangerines · 2 months

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Soo, we had revenant Liu Kang and Kung Lao with reader but how about revenant reader with Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

training a brat

a/n: i can't stop thinking about Kung Lao's big ass hand and long fingers like please fin-

pairing: liu kang x revenant!afab!reader x kung lao

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), dubcon, spanking, brat taming, thigh fucking, blowjobs, slight bondage

you stand before Liu Kang and Kung Lao, eyes glowing red and skin gray and cracked

they look at you with furrowed brows, unsure if they want to hurt you, but as you leap towards them, weapon drawn, they have no choice but to fight you and bring you down

the fight is brutal: you cut their skin open, bruise their bodies, and spat harsh words that hurt their heart

but two skilled Shaolin against only one quickly ends in favor of Liu Kang and Kung Lao, and Liu Kang chokes you, and he apologizes as your eyes close and your grow limp in his arms

you wake up in a cell, arms bound behind your back tightly, and ankles cuffed to the wall

you howl in anger, yanking at the chains and struggling to undo your binds whenever Kung Lao and Liu Kang come over with food

they struggle to feed it to you as you thrash and spit at them, but after a few days of starvation, you sit quietly in the cell and let them feed you, glaring at them with vitriol

they have a routine, switching every day on who feeds you, and they tell you stories of Earthrealm and how it’s doing under their protection

you deflect, retort, and heckle them as they tell their stories, telling them that Raiden is a liar, that he hadn’t protected you from death when he knew you were to die

Kung Lao and Liu Kang can do nothing but continue with their stories

at the end of the meal, they always ask you to join them back as a defender of Earthrealm, and you always disagree and seethe with anger

the weeks pass, and you grow more docile in their care, no longer snarling at them when they come, but you don’t smile either and only sit silently as they feed you

it’s the rare day where neither of them have training, and they have brought you lunch together and regale you with stories of their training

at the end, plates empty, they ask you to join them in protecting earthrealm

you don’t say anything, glowing eyes hard and cold as you just stare at them

Liu Kang, losing patience and wanting to have you back in his arms, cups your cheek and you look up at him with narrowed eyes

he’s unable to resist and kisses you, but you still have a bit of anger and bite down onto Liu Kang’s lip hard enough to draw blood

he pulls back with a yelp, and Kung Lao glares at you as you growl and hiss at Liu Kang, teeth stained with blood

clearly, they had a bit more training to get through, and Kung Lao was done being nice

he stalks towards you and grabs onto the back of your neck and shoves your face into the ground, and you thrash around as you try to get out of his hold, kicking your legs out and howling with anger

Kung Lao gets behind you and pins your legs down with his own, leaving you ass up and face put in the hard ground as he grips tightly onto your neck

he gestures for Liu Kang to come over, and the hesitates for a moment

when Kung Lao raises a brow at him and asks whether or not he wants you back with them or not, Liu Kang squares his shoulders and puts his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing it tight

Kung Lao leans back and pulls off your pants, unbothered by the threats you spit out, and he winds his hand back and smacks your ass

you scream in pain, hips jerking in the air to get away, and Kung Lao smirks and continues to land blows on your backside, your thrashing and screams quickly turning into whines and sobs

by the end, your tears pool on the floor, and your ass is bright red, beginning to purple into bruises from how hard Kung Lao had spanked you

Kung Lao tells you to apologize to Liu Kang, tell him that you’re a brat, that you’ll make it up to him, that you’ll behave like a good slut

you repeat the words in a watery voice, and Kung Lao hums in approval and dips his hand down to slide his fingers through your pussy folds

you’re soaking wet, and a string of your wetness connects your pussy and his fingers as he goes to show Liu Kang how wet you are

Kung Lao laughs at your desperation, telling you that you’re still a slut as a revenant, that perhaps you had serviced the other revenants, and you go to hiss something at him

but his hand squeezing your sore ass causes you to yelp and quiet down

Liu Kang releases the pressure on your neck and grabs onto the back of your hair, dragging you up so your mouth is in front of the tent in his pants

you back aches, and your legs shake as you try to hold the position, arms still bound behind you

Liu Kang’s grip on your hair is the only thing keeping you up

Kung Lao takes out his cock and slides it along your folds, teasing you, and the tip of his dick catches on your clit, making you whine and beg

Kung Lao ignores you and continues to coat his dick and the inside of your thighs with your wetness, telling you that brats don’t get what they want

Liu Kang pulls out his cock and slaps it on your face, desperation replacing his hesitation, and you eagerly open your mouth to taste him, looking up at him through your eyelashes with wet eyes

he groans as you suck on his cock, tongue pressing into the vein on the bottom, and he moves your head up and down his cock

Kung Lao continues to slides his dick along your pussy folds, and he brings your legs together so that your thighs press firmly against each other

he slides his cock between your plush legs and groans at the feeling

you whimper as your legs rub your clit, but it’s not enough

you can’t complain however with the way Liu Kang fucks into your mouth, and so you can only ever ever climb to an orgasm but never reaching

Liu Kang wipes away your tears his other hand, cooing at how you’re sucking his cock so well, telling you that you still such a good whore for remembering how to suck his cock

Kung Lao has a tight grip on your hips as he fucks your thighs, saying how only good sluts get to be fucked proper, he says you’ve been a brat, biting Liu Kang and disagreeing with them

you moan around Liu Kang’s cock, drool dripping down your chin as the tip of Liu Kang’s dick hits the back of your dick, and the monk wishes he had a camera to take a photo of how your lips stretch around his thick cock

they fuck into you, the sound of Kung Lao’s hips slapping against your ass and the wet sound of you sucking on Liu Kang’s dick fill the room

their thrusts begin to grow more erratic as they near, but you’re nowhere close, pussy clenching around nothing and clit puffy with need

Kung Lao groans, cumming in between your thighs, his release splattering onto the cold cell floor

Liu Kang follows soon after, shoving your nose down to the base as he cums down your throat

you gag and gurgle, not expecting him to cum so soon, but Liu Kang doesn’t care and keeps him in your throat as he finishes spilling his seed down your throat

your clit throbs, needing more friction, needing more, needing anything, and you whine as Liu Kang pulls out and lets your face fall to the floor

Kung Lao doesn’t touch you, doesn’t rub your clit, doesn’t fuck you on his fingers

he just takes his dick out from your thighs and tucks himself away and walks out of the cell with Liu Kang following behind

you cry out, begging for them to please make you cum, you need it

Kung Lao looks at you and tells you that this is your punishment for being a brat

and so begins your training

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 month

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Werewolf!Frank Castle

Its been so rainy and overcast in recent weeks that you forget what time of the month it is, the lunar tracker app in your phone unused for a little too long.

You do notice that he's antsy, even grumpier than that time the delivery guy stole his Lombardi's order. He can't sit still, pacing around the apartment driving you so crazy that you eventually drag his ass out for a walk even though its getting late...

But when he has some cretin that dared to cast a casual glance at your bare legs as you walked past, held by the neck up against a chain link fence, it finally clicks.

His chest is heaving, his raging stare boring into the poor guy's terrified face as his feet dangle off the ground, a low rumbling growl emanating from the back of Frank's throat as you try your best to calm him down.

"He's not worth it Frankie, c'mon we better get home..." You've leave the 'before you transform into an 8 foot beast' part left unsaid.

Still, he doesn't give over until he feels your soft touch at his nape, gently stroking and coaxing him away.

You lead him back home, shooting the other guy an apologetic glance over your shoulder as you then have to navigate the way back with Frank constantly nuzzling his nose into your hair and hoping you don't come across anything else that he might see as a threat.

He gets ridiculously possessive of you around a full moon.

You lightly jog up the stairs but realise too late that was a silly idea as now he's chasing you to the door, caging you up against it growling something that sounds a lot like mine, while you try your damndest to fish out your keys and unlock the fucking thing before...

The door is barely shut before he's on you, hands pinning your own, teeth and tongue grazing and licking your exposed skin.

But the moon's rising, you can see the flash of silver in his eyes, and he grunts in discomfort, his brows drawing together and jaw setting hard as you both know the change is about to happen.

You'll never get used to that sound, his bones snapping and crunching as they rearrange, the whines and the pained look he gives you as with every turn the process never seems to get any less traumatic.

You'll also never get over how when it's all over, he's towering above you, immense, powerful, and all yours.

His bourbon brown eyes are still the same though, still full of unwavering devotion and hunger...

And yeah, he's huge (yes, everywhere), but he's still enough of himself to be gentle... if that's what you want. You can howl too...

Part 2!

#werewolf!frank castle #frank castle thots #monsterfucking #more?

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greyskyflowers · 1 year

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I like to think the Marines must have collectively smacked their heads off their desks when Ace joined whitebeard.

Like, this kid, the kid, the one with the thing that only a few people know, yeah that kid...

Was already a huge, flaming pain in the ass and now is apparently part of Whitebeards family.

What.

All of the sudden he's a whole new person. He calls Whitebeard pops and calls the crew family. They call him brother and commander and Ace and ours with possessive eyes because Whitebeard is no fool. He knows and while he doesn't tell them the details, he tells his family that they'd take Ace from them. Would take their brother away and leave his blood on their hands and his screams in their ears.

And that's a hard no. That's where people fuck up with them.

And maybe Ace gets dragged to Marineford still. But this time they don't plan on just getting him out.

They shake the earth.

Marco ripping through people as easily as he'd rip through earth and stone for Ace. Talons shining like the swords Vista swings and the way light shines off diamonds.

I just think of Ace with his head hanging and hunger a beast in his belly that howls at him. Wrists tacky with blood dried like tar and bones sore from the cold stone. How everything hurts and it's been so long since something hurt this much. How he draws his knees up the best he can to rest his head on them, a respite for his aching neck.

The walls around him shaking and dropping dust around him. He doesn't know what's going on but it doesn't really matter. He wonders if they'll bring the whole place down just to make sure he dies in the dark where he belongs.

And how solitary his cell is. How it's dark and quiet and something inside him feels the same way. It curls up under this skin and he thinks he'd give anything to sleep.

The door slamming open to the sounds of the chaos beyond and Ace snapping his head up to squint at them. His family.

They pull him up with careful hands, someone breaks the chains and blue feathers flick aways the pain like it does the old blood.

He doesn't notice them eyeing it all. The dark room, the weight lost, the shivers, the way he clings to whoever is closest.

They bring it down.

And they wipe the dust from the destruction off their brother's face with love.

🏴‍☠️🔥🏴‍☠️🔥🏴‍☠️🔥

Cleaning out my drafts and this has been in there for awhile. Not exactly what I wanted but I'd rather share part of it than just delete it. Weeeeeeee

#one piece #portgas d ace #whitebeard pirates #marco the phoenix #marace #marcoace #whitebeard crew #i just like to think the whitebeard crew was viciously protective of each other #it makes my heart happy #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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justanotherarmyfangirl · 2 years

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Tied Up!

You're their little dolly, all tied up.

Warning: 18+ smut, dubcon, noncon, dark yandere, namjoon painting you >;), foodplay & food control, sex toys, overstimulation, spanking, bdsm, predator/prey, petplay, dumbification

Namjoon prefers only your arms tied up, chained to the headboard, and above your head. Your naked body neatly presented to him on top of the covers as you lay sprawled on your stomach, unable to see what he does to you. He likes torturing you with what’s to come next. After a long day of work he moves between your legs, forcing them open. He runs his cock along your folds and pushes into your sex without warning. He like the tightness of your pussy before you're all sloppy and wet for him. He likes stroking the wetness out of you, slowly, with each rough thrust in, until his heavy thrusts become smooth, your grunts of pain becoming cries of pleasure, your cunt becoming tighter again as you hurtle towards release. He pulls out and paints your back with his cum, thick white ribbons against your skin, a beautiful masterpiece he can call his own. He runs his fingers over your spent back, smudging his work across your skin until he is satisfied, until he's rock hard again. Then presses inside you, intent on finishing his art inside. You're his beautiful canvas after all.

Seokjin likes feeding you like this, arms and legs tied to the bed, your helpless body all his to take care of. He likes to put each bite into your open waiting mouth, let his fingers rest on your lips, your teeth, your tongue. If you spill or make a mess he likes to lick it off, trailing his tongue down your body, resting his head on your full belly. You're so hungry you'll do anything for another bite, so thirsty, you'll let the water pass through his lips before you drink. You'll do anything for him. You'll let Seokjin eat you, let him nibble on your thighs, lick over your folds, let his teeth graze your clit, fingers drawing out your sweet nectar so he can feast on you. He prefers to ravage your cunt until your legs are shaking, begging for reprieve, and then he'll unbelt his pants and offer you dessert.

Yoongi likes when you're all tied up. Arms and legs tied to each bed post, unable to shy away from his intense gaze. That way, he can use whatever toys he likes. He lets cold lube drop all over your core, using his nimble fingers to press the liquid inside your holes. He prefers to plug your ass, but tonight he plans to keep you up all night full and aching. He takes a thick dildo, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch, stretching your hole over the slippery silicone. He uses his fingers to tease you, pressing in and out of your cunt in a languid pace, pulling the dildo out in a matching motion. He does this until your pulling at your restraints, begging to cum. Then he fills your cunt with a vibrator, placing it on the highest setting and takes a seat. He pumps himself to your writhing body, enjoying the show. He can relax while you fight off another impending orgasm, tiring yourself out on the battery operated toy. Yoongi doesn't have to do anything but watch you reach another high, shaking and pulling at your bindings, the vibrator pumping deep into you at an unrelenting steady rate. You're going to cum again and again, unable to pull the toy out, unable to do anything but take the pleasure Yoongi has all set up for you.

Hoseok likes your ties loose, to give you a little hope for your escape. He likes the chase, but you never do get away, you end up on your knees or skull pressed into the floor as he fucks your throat roughly, your legs scraping on the hard ground. You gag around him, throat tightening against his cock in the best way, he has to release you, but you're too riled up to leave now. The chase might have ended, but his reward was still waiting, heaving in air, legs sprawled out, cunt dripping. He takes his time claiming you, tongue exploring your mouth, fingers deep in your sex, hand tight around your throat. All you can hope for now is to come, all you can think of is his tight grip on you, inside and out.

Jimin likes it when you beg for him instead, cry out for him to fuck you. He likes you tied with your arms behind your back, intricate ropes around your torso so he can move you where ever he likes. He flips your body on your stomach and puts his knees on top of each of your legs, spreading them wide when he opens his own, training you to meet his flexibility. He puts two thick digits inside your cunt, and instead of letting you feel the pleasure of his skillful seduction, his free hand comes down against your cheeks. His spanks are hard and swift, a painful contrast to his sweet teasing voice, whining out for you to take one more hit. He spanks you until your cheeks are swollen, his handprints raised and purple all over your skin. You whimper and he doesn't stop, you cry and he doesn't stop, you scream, your backside stinging, his knees digging into your legs and his digits pressed to the knuckle in your dripping cunt. You whine for him to fuck you instead, you cry for his cock, you tell him how much you want him inside you, please please! He laughs, sweet and mocking, and fucks you full, until you're crying out his name, yes yes!

Taehyung likes your wrists tied, blindfolded, in a cute lingerie set and stockings, a gag in your mouth and a collar around your pretty neck. Delicate things he can rip off of you until you are lying there naked and stripped. Then he places you over his lap so you can straddle him, work for your sight and speech. He likes watching you ride him, dragging yourself over his cock up and down, breathing heavily against your gag and shifting clumsily in your restraints. He'll praise you and tell you how good you are being for him, pulling your collar down so he can thrusts his hips up into your sloppy center. He will switch positions, placing you on your side, lifting one leg up over his shoulder so he can thrust in deep. He holds you by your collar, rocking into you so hard you see stars bloom in the darkness behind the blindfold, his good little pet.

Jungkook likes when you're full of all the members' cum. Slippery and drenched, smelling of sex, body spent. Then he can finally untie you, as you're too tired to fight back even if you wanted to. You lie, half asleep, mind still gone. You cuddle into the warmth of his body as he places soft kisses against your sweaty skin, body and mind too numb with pleasure to realize the way he's stretching you out over his fingers, pushing his members' cum back inside of you. "I'll take care of you," he says, so sweetly. He loves the way his cock simply slips right into your heat, the squelching dirty noises your body gives as he ruts into you, thrusting as hard as he likes. You take it with a sigh, a soft moan. He can pull your hair, bite your neck, suck as many bruises along your shoulder and breasts as he likes, you just moan and take it all like the sweet little doll he loves.

#bts imagines #yandere bts #bts yandere #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts smut #Jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #Yoongi smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut

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minv97 · 7 months

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˖°. ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ ˖°.

Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!

100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.

This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!

Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3

This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.

“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”

You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.

“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.

“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.

“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”

“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”

Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.

You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.

“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.

“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.

The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.

He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.

“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”

“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.

Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”

“What about when you’re not around?”

“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”

Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.

Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.

He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”

“Oh my god, Jihoon.”

“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”

After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.

“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.

“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.

You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.

“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.

“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.

You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.

“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”

You can find all of my work under #minv97

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liv4mj · 10 months

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☆ - Hiding in plain sight ୨୧

[Modern] Spider-Man!Ellie × fem!reader ⚢܀˙

⚠︎ - tooth rotting fluff, LOSER ELLIE, cursing, adult themes, ! ! ─

Everything on Ellies body aches. Everyone's voice melts together in her mind, only focusing on you. The girl who sits two seats ahead of her in her Humanities class. Besides the constant sharp pains racing through her body, the only thing she can think of at this moment is you. The way you put a heart-shaped picture of ‘spider woman’ in your phone case ever since she started visiting you in her spare time. Or the way you started to wear more spider motifs. Not to mention the spider webs you draw all over anything and everything. Backpack straps? Covered. Your journals / notes? At least five of them. She loves every moment of it. She just wished you knew who she was. Talking to you as spider woman? No problem, talking to you as just Ellie is the issue. Anything fuzzy in her mind stops as the bell rings, and Ms. Servopoulos dismissed everyone, except her. “Ms. Williams, please stay behind for a moment.” All she can really do is sigh before looking up to see you looking at her with a sympathetic expression mouthing ‘goodluck’ before walking off. Trying to hide her flushed face, she walks over to the extremly agitated professor. “Ellie, you have missed three classes this week. Not to mention, your grades are slipping.” She sighs and rubs her forehead before continuing “Ellie you are brilliant. What is going on with you?” The only thing she can really do is stand there for a second before muttering out a half assed “sorry, I’ll get my grades up soon. Promise” Before A - lining out of that classroom. Being spiderwoman is a tough gig, physically and mentally.

Thirty minutes after the lesson, Ellie is suiting up for your daily window visit. Slipping her drawn on, old converse over her suit and grabbing a small box and shoving it into her backpack, making her way over to you. Webbing her way across the city to the balcony she's grown to love. Positioning herself upside down on the roof and doing her secret knock you guys established about a week ago. Her heart skips a beat as she sees you bolt up and run over to your window, opening it frantically, “There you are! I was getting worried you wouldn't show.” Your voice was filled with relife," she softly chuckled, tilting her head comically, “I wouldn’t miss this for the entire world.” You look down, flushed “Oh would you stop.” You whisper as you grab the bottom of her mask and pull it up slightly above her lip, exposing the tip of her nose. Your eyes scanning over her features as a smile creeps onto her face, “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You put your finger over her lips as if you were shushing her “I was getting to that, doofus.” Grabbing onto her face, pressing your lips onto hers. The taste of her coconut chapstick coats your lips, as the feeling of her lips makes your head go all fuzzy. Pulling away and pulling her mask back down as she crawls through your window, attempting to be cool but ultimately failing as she slips on your backpack. Trying to ignore the fact you giggled at her demise, she hopped up and started rummaging in her bag for the box she picked up on her way out. You being yourself, you peek over “whatcha looking for?” you ask faintly. She simply replies “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, now close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You close your eyes before stating “If you put something freaky in my hand, i swear i will deck you in the face.” “Keep telling yourself that,” She whispers as she opens the box and lays out the necklace with a small little spider charm on the end across your hand. The feeling of cold the chain basically made your eyes dart open and look down at your hands in admiration. “Oh my god… this is beautiful, I love it, thank you thank you thank you” You throw your arms around her neck before turning around and handing her the necklace “Help me put it on! C’mon” “Yeah, yeah, okay.” Moving your hair out of the way and clasping the necklace shut.

Turning around all dramatic, showing off the necklace before you purred out “Thank you, Ellie, I love it.” Standing there in shock, heat coating her face “How.. how do you know?” You giggle and point down at her shoes, your converse give you away, dork. “..oh” she muttered under her breath, looking down at her signature converse, before feeling the warmth of your hand at the bottom of her mask, “Can i?” You whisper. Responding with a slow nod, you take her mask off, her auburn hair falling across her face, and her cheeks glowing a bright red. “You’re adorable y’know that?” She looks away and scoffs “Since when were you the flirty one?” Grabbing her face again, leaning into her a nudge, “It's a two way streak spider-woman” you whisper before kissing her freckled face, fully unmasked for the first and definitely not that last time.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #spider woman #the last of us #tlou2 ellie #ellie fluff

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chibikyo · 7 months

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Day 7 - Public Sex

Shao Kahn x F!Reader (please read warnings: noncon)

Captured by Shao Kahn and forced to be his newest concubine, reader is put on display in Shao's Koliseum for the Kahn's enetertainment !!Warnings!!: Nonconsensual Sex, Nonconsensual Bondage, Rough sex, Gags, Nipple Clamps, Public Sex, Shao fucks you in the Koliseum, Shao Kahn is his own warning

Y/n felt a hand slowly come to rest on her head, thick fingers carding through her hair, and she had to force herself to remain still. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t break the chains and straps that held her captive and struggling would only make her situation worse. She shivered as those fingers curled around the loose strands, tugged ever so slightly, forcing her head to jerk back.

She gasped at the cascading wave of pain-pleasure that shot through her, coming together at her core, thighs trembling to keep her upright as she clenched around the toy in her cunt. If she could’ve, she would’ve glared at her captor when she heard him chuckle, clearly enjoying the spectacle she made. His hand stroked her head soothingly, feigning sympathy that she knew he didn’t actually feel. She heard cheers in the crowd, drawing her eye to the spectacle in front of her and reminding her how truly vulnerable she was; captive of the great Shao Kahn, emperor of Outworld.

She couldn’t be sure how long she’d been here, days blurred and melded together, though she thought maybe it had been a few weeks at most. She had been careless, falling into his trap as his forces ravaged earthrealm and dragged before him as a spoil of war. She remembered that first day, fighting tooth and nail as he’d staked his claim on her body, carving out a place inside of her so deep that she wasn’t sure she remembered a time before him. She’d left marks, more than a few cuts and bruises, even sure she’d broken his nose, but there was no escape. He was stronger, faster, and had simply waited for her to tire herself out, before brutally fucking her against his throne. He’d laughed at her pleas for mercy, delighted by her desperate begging for him to stop, to be gentle.

He had other concubines that could serve him, she’d seen many of them in the last few days, but he’d kept her at his side exclusively since that first time. She had been stripped bare, trussed up in golden chains and sheer silks that did nothing to hide her most private areas. She spent most of her day at his feet, a delicate chain attached to the leather collar fitted around her throat, leading up to the arm of his throne. Most of the time her hands would be cuffed as well after she’d nearly choked the Kahn with that said chain. Shao Kahn had praised the attempt, then had spanked her until her ass was on fire before making her ride his cock for the rest of the evening. She hadn’t been able to sit at all the next day.

Today, Shao had been particularly sadistic in how he’d trussed her up, saying he needed her nice and pretty to decorate his seat in the Koliseum. He had watched as his servants had arranged her to his specifications. She had been fitted into a full body harness, straps around her neck, torso, and legs in regular intervals that also served to immobilize her. Her arms were bound tight at her back, forcing her to sit upright, shoulders rolled back and straining. Her legs were spread at her sides, calves bound to her thighs so that her cunt was on full display. They’d placed her to the left of his throne and she groaned, resigned to being uncomfortable, but not quite the torture she’d expected when he had been fucking her this morning, whispering vaguely about the plans he had for her later.

The smirk that curled his lips when she looked at him had made her blood run cold and she knew then that he wasn’t done. Another servant had stepped forward and before Y/n could get a look at what he was holding, she felt cold fingers pinching her nipples, forcing them to stiffen. She cried out in shock, unused to Shao Kahn allowing his servants to touch her like this. Only one had tried and he’d been dead before Y/n could react. He pulled his hands away quickly, seemingly satisfied and then Y/n yelped as he attached a clamp to one nipple, then the other. She had started to struggle then, shouting and begging for them to stop, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, could only cry and beg as they attached chains from the ends of the clamp to the collar of her harness.

“Gag her as well. I don’t need her interrupting the entertainment later. She’s only here to decorate my throne after all.” Shao smirked, his hand reaching down to adjust himself under his loincloth as the servants gagged her. She’d forced herself not to cry as they forced a dildo into her cunt and a plug into her ass, applying lube with the same detached precision. A final chain had been attached to the loop at the back of her collar, chained to the back of Kahns’ throne, forcing her head to remain upright. Every shift of her weight or attempt to relieve pressure on her legs or back tugged at the clamps and she would clenched with each zing of pleasure. It was torture. She’d been in a constant state of arousal for most of the morning and her muscles ached to be let free.

She would have worried about the harness cutting off circulation, but every time the pins and needles in her legs had faded to true numbness for several minutes, Shao would trail his hands down to her neck and press his hand flat between her shoulder blades. A pulse of green energy would shoot through her, revitalizing her muscles and she’d have a few minutes of respite before the torture began again. At least Shao wasn’t looking to cause her permanent damage, though Y/n wondered if it would be preferable to being his, for lack of a better term, slave.

The current kombatants fighting to entertain their emperor were particularly brutal, savaging each other without finesse or care for their own injuries. It was hardly what she’d consider a good fight, and Shao must have felt the same as she could feel the weight of his gaze on her. She could hear him shifting behind her, felt his hand wander lower, caressing her skin as he went. About the only care he’d given to her comfort was ensuring there was shade to protect her from the sun. He preferred her skin soft and unburnt, had stated as such while she had been arranged beside his throne.

“You look especially beautiful today, my pet.” Shao grunted. It was the first he’d spoken since the fighting had started and it made her whimper, drool leaking out around the gag in her mouth as she tried to protest. He chuckled at the attempt. “These fights are just a warm up for the true spectacle that’s set to begin, but it’s fine if the entertainment is… lacking.” He leaned over the arm of his chair, hand slipping over her shoulder, toying with one of the clamp chains and making her moan as each pull sent a pleasured jolt through her sensitive nipple. “Not when I know everyone is looking at you, wishing they could see how beautiful you look right now. Flushed and trembling, wishing for something better than that pathetic toy to fill your aching cunt.” Y/n closed her eyes, breath growing shallow as the undercurrent of arousal she’d felt since the clamps were placed became a tight ball, growing with each gentle tug of Shao’s hand. She would have argued if not for the gag, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting to the sensations she felt. Like a whip being cracked, Y/n felt the tension release from the chain binding her to Shao’s chair. She would have pitched forward had Shao not had his hand wrapped around her, taking her weight. She felt his other hand join the first and he lifted her from the ground easily, settling her in his lap.

“You’ve done so well,” Shao’s hands trailed up, toying with her breasts as Y/n sagged back against his chest, squirming despite the way the chains pulled. Shao licked a stripe up her neck, teeth biting into her just under her ear as his hands explored every dip and hollow. He began removing the straps one at a time, each coming away until only the collar and arm bindings remained. As her legs came free she felt them slide into the seat on either side of Shao’s meaty thighs, sinking her lower onto his lap as he reached around to begin lazily pumping the dildo seated inside her cunt. “Time to give you a reward.”

She couldn’t do anything as Shao Kahn freed his cock from its confines, ripping the toy from her pussy and plunging his cock inside her to the hilt in a single thrust. She screamed, sound muffled by the gag as she felt him bottom out inside her. The fake cock he’d chosen for her had been just big enough to press against the sweet spot inside her, but it wasn't nearly as long or thick as Shao’s. More drool dribbled down her chin as he began to rock up into her, barely giving her time to adjust as he used his immense strength to lift her up and pull her down onto his cock like she was little more than a toy herself.

He set a rough, greedy pace, chasing his own pleasure with no care to her comfort or pleasure of her own, but the sheer size of him meant that every thrust rubbed deliciously against her walls, meant he hit that sweet spot every time regardless of the angle and soon enough Y/n was close to spilling over the edge. The speed and force of his fucking had her breasts bouncing around, the clamps tugging and pinching and sending wave after wave of arousal through her nerves and she screamed as she spilled over, her hole squeezing him tight, drawing him impossibly deep, and he tipped over right after, fucking her through their combined pleasure as he filled her up with his seed.

“Ah, finally, our esteemed ‘guests’,” Shao spat the word as he pulled her off his cock, uncaring of his own nudity. He forced her to settle on his lap, legs still straddling his thighs so her entrance was on full display. When he looked down he could see his cum oozing out of her fluttering hole.. “I hope you appreciate your special audience.” His voice dropped low, ensuring only she could hear him.

At the sight of earth realms champions making their way into the Koliseum Y/n jerked, causing the chains to tug painfully and making her breasts bounce. She was flushed and overstimulated and she whined as the clamps continued their assault on her sensitive flesh.Her friends spotted her immediately; how could they not when Shao had ensured she was front and center, showing her off like his prized possession, his cum leaking out of her everyone to see.

She couldn’t hear what was said over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. Her face burned with shame and humiliation, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, as she was forced to stare at her fellow warriors as they voiced their outrage. Shao merely laughed, his booming voice daring them to come and rescue her even as his hand drifted lower., resting just above her pussy. She could see the war on their faces, ranging from anger, to despair, to a resigned sort of pity. Shao merely laughed at their helplessness.

“I suppose, if Earthrealm wins, you may have this one back, Raiden.” Shao sneered, fingers trailing down to pinch her clit so she’d squirm against him. She felt his cock stirring again, her eyes widening in panic as it pressed along her slick entrance. “Until then, I think I’ll continue to enjoy my newest concubine. Choose your first champion. Let’s see if you can win this time.” Shao lined her up with his cock, sliding in with a groan as he forced himself back inside her tight channel. Y/n let out a sob as Shao settled into her with a satisfied sigh.

“Round one, fight!”

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