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After Dark

Tattoo Artist Choso x Artist Reader modern au

Chapter 5: You're Somebody Else

Warnings: Angst (none)

Word count: 6000+

Yuji, Sukuna and Megumi had gotten home a bit later, it was quiet during the ride back to the house, but there was a lingering feeling in the air; a suspicion or doubt, filling the three's minds. It wasn’t till the next day- when Yuta arrived- that they all copped to the feeling.

Megumi was in the kitchen, while the twins lazed about their living room. Yuta could feel the tension the second he walked in the door. He matched it with confusion. “Alright.” His voice cut through the thin silence, “What is this…vibe?” He didn’t sound confident in his nomenclature, but his question was. Neither of the two answers him. He could hear small sounds of movement coming from the kitchen, and decided he’d find answers there. He found Megumi hovering over a hot plate making rolled eggs. Megumi noticed his cousin drifting from the doorway to the island.

“You’re here early. What’s up?” Megumi, similar to the twins, could read his friend with great ease. But in this instant he wasn’t sure. Yuta sat at the island, letting out a huff as he sat.

“What’s wrong with them?” He asked plainly while gesturing with his head towards the living room. Yuta watched his friend finish up his doings, knowing he was both thinking and ignoring at the same time. The younger was at the sink, back turned to Yuta. “Something happen after we left?” It was a guess, he admittedly wasn’t paying much attention the night before, happily distracted in a conversation with Maki. But he didn’t have to guess hard. Megumi stilled a moment, he thought about it- though unnecessary- remembering with complete ease what he’d noticed and what the twins were both feeling.

Megumi joins Yuta at the island, considering how to word both his observations, but without an opinion. “Depends on what that something is.” Megumi was being vague, but he wasn’t sure himself. Yuta gave him a lazed but pointed expression, one Megumi recognized. “Look,” Megumi’s voice was louder then he liked, he took a breath before he continued. “I think they’re starting to see it too.” Yuta’s eyes went a little wide at that. It’d been months at this point, he’d began to assume the two were ignoring it intentionally.

Yuta looked over his shoulder at the door, wondering if they were on the other side listening; but he also thought it was time for the vail to be lifted. "About time." Yuta wasn't hiding his slight annoyance, his voice a little louder than normal. Megumi furrowed his brows, his grip on the counter tightened; but a moment later he let out a breath. He sank a bit, his shoulders sinking down.

"I know. But-" Megumi cut his thoughts short. Letting his meaning hang there. Yuta didn't need explaining, but he turned away towards the door.

"Why?" Yuta was being more curt about the situation. "Look I do get it. We've known them for how long? But when are they gonna get a clue? Or at least talk to her or Choso. Because you know they haven't." Yuta was tired, he or Megumi had ever seen the three like this. It wasn't a secret that Choso was reserved, but not with the twins. They always seemed like a package deal. But the two cousins noticed it that first night. How they clung to her, every word uttered almost like a secret pact between thieves. Like when they are together a trance is put on them, one the twins seem addicted too. Megumi wondered if Choso was also falling.

Megumi thought more closely on Y/n and her role in this situation. For some time Megumi had had a feeling about her. He noticed that when no one else was looking, she seemed so sad. It reminded him of the twins. He knew there was a connection there, but couldn't connect those dots. But the twins looked the exact same when he first met them.

It was their first year of high school. Megumi, his sister Tsubaki and their Dad, were touring the campus a day before orientation. Megumi and Tsubaki picked their school two years prior and were excited to see the place. The three were in the courtyard when their Dad was pulled away by the principal.

The two wondered, finding a spot beneath an old tree. Tsubaki pulled out a book and began to read. Megumi just watched the empty school grounds. That's when he saw them.

The twin boys, with bright strawberry hair, sitting together at a picnic table; huddled over their phones. They were sitting together, but separate; like they were saving the seat between them. They were clearly dower, their body language saying as much. Megumi was curious about them, he was about to ask Tsubaki what she thought, but was halted by their Dad shouting for them.

"Megumi, Tsubaki!" He yelled, he could easily see them, but for some reason- one lost on Megumi- he called for them anyways.

Megumi saw the twins' reaction before he saw his Dad. They'd both- in unison- snapped their heads up, both their expressions also matching. His observations were stopped by Tsubaki tugging on his coat. Once standing he saw the source of the twins' confusion. Megumi and Tsubaki's Dad were walking alongside another slightly older man. Megumi assumed he was the mystery twin's father, they looked similar too each other to be otherwise. His hair was a darker shade of strawberry, he wore glasses, and was a bit paler than his two sons. And he was caught in a rousing conversation with his own Dad.

"Sukuna, Yuji." The twins assumed father called the two. His voice is much quieter, and a bit deeper than his own Dad. But there was something comforting about how he held himself, it reminded Megumi of his uncle.

The twins meandered to rejoin their father. Megumi and Tsubaki were already a few feet ahead of them. One of them- his eyes were colder- kept glaring at them. Megumi was further confused. "Hey goobers." Megumi’s Dad greeted them, in his normal unusual way. Tsubaki laughed at the teasing names. Megumi had to stop himself from scoffing. "I want to introduce you to my new acquaintance." Megumi was doubtful of his Dad's swave behavior, but he was too curious for his own good. "Megumi, Tsubaki, this is Jin Itadori." He paused just a moment, seeing the twins join the group by their fathers side. "And his sons." He concluded, all too proud of himself.

The twins in question looked at him and his sister with cold disinterest. They said nothing, but they didn't have too. Megumi saw their tired withdrawal, their eyes had dark circles, they were pale too; ghosts of themselves.

Jin let out a soft hum. "Hello Megumi, Tsubaki," He warmly greeted them, though more formally then the siblings were used too. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He stepped back and behind the sulking twins. "These are my sons. This is Yuji," He introduced first by placing a firm but comforting hand on Yuji's shoulder. "And this is Sukuna." He did the same for Sukuna, both boys seemed to relax some.

They were absolutely identical. But they did make themselves distinguishable. Yuji wore his short hair down, parting just a little bit down the middle. Whereas Sukuna wore his slightly longer hair, spiked up, showing more of his face off. Their eye colors are different too, both had pierced ears, but Sukuna more so than Yuji. 'From a distance you couldn't tell them apart.' Megumi thought to himself. But still he was curious about them.

Come to find out their story that brought them to that city and that school would lead him to look upon memory for answers about current issues. Megumi and Yuta were still stuck.

— —

"What if they do know?" Megumi suddenly asked, cutting through the silence the two had been sitting in.

Yuta squinted, his mouth in a slight smirk, "Are you sure about that?" He answered with a question of his own. Megumi shook his head.

"I don't think that matters. But, I do think they're ignoring it." He surmised, finally joining Yuta at the bar side of the island.

"Has Yuji said anything to you?" Yuta had rolled his head to look at his younger. Megumi shook his head, Yuta shrugged. "Maybe you’re right. But is this," He gestured towards the living room, "Really best for anyone?"

"No, I don't really think it is. But I think we've," Megumi gestured between him and Yuta, "Have already passed that point." Megumi sighed, slumping down a little further, Yuta wasn't long from joining him. "Saying anything now will definitely cause more harm than help. They gotta' deal with this on their own." He concluded, however, he agreed with Yuta, it had been dragging on for too long. Yuta was about to say something, but he and Megumi were stopped by one of the twins phones ringing, followed by Megumi’s own.

— — —

Y/n had slept peacefully, wrapped up in the security and comfort of Choso. She didn't dream that night, too tired to. Choso wasn't far off, despite Y/n’s bed being just a bit too small for him; he slept like a log. Their limbs tangled together, they looked like a caricature of young love.

Morning came slowly for the two, quickly passing by. The sun was up, melting the top layers of snow, warming the ground and those who had to be up at the early hours.

The apartment had grown cold in the night, Y/n never having adjusted the thermostat or timer; there was a definite chill to the air. Choso woke first, his feet had been sticking out and when the cold bit at him, he curled up under the blanket. But it was too late, he'd already begun to wake up and no amount of stubbornness would let him fall back to sleep. He breathed deep and slow, feeling the rise and fall of his own chest. Slowly he blinked his eyes open, he was laying on his back, legs pulled up, knotted together with Y/n's.

One arm was tucked under his head and the other was under Y/n. She was facing away, curled in on herself. With his eyes glued to her, he hastefully pulled his arm out; she only moved slightly. Settling under her blanket once more, he exhaled a breath of relief, then started to slither the rest of the way out of bed. He didn't stop till his legs hit the floor and he was sitting beside the short bed. Again Y/n didn't move, Choso got to his feet, thankfully the floor was quiet. Quickly he grabbed his pants, slipped in and out of the bathroom, before finally leaving the bedroom. He shut the door behind him, near tiptoeing down the hall till he was fully away from her room.

It was late morning, he decided it was best for a slow start to the day. He begun by brewing coffee, it took some time, but it gave him a chance to slip on his hoodie and dropping his shoes by the balcony. Very similarly to Y/n, Choso stood on the small balcony with a mug and cigarette in hand.

The air was frigid, biting at him, but he didn't notice it, lost in the simple but beautiful sight that sprawled out before him. The city seemed so incredibly different from what he'd seen before, despite the fact he grew up here. "Maybe it's just today." He said to himself, his tone a little woeful, but his eyes were lit in a hopeful light. He was out there for a bit, until his face and hands were red. He came back in with a gust of wind, near shivering, he quickly discarded his hoodie again, while also warming the kotatsu.

It was some 15 minutes before he was back to being warm. Choso decided to continue with a thought he'd had earlier, he went back to the kitchen and threw on the same pink apron before grabbing several containers of leftovers from the fridge. Eating to make as little mess as possible he opted to use one container for reheating and two plates. It took him 20 minutes, once that was done he set up the kotatsu with the thrown together breakfast.

Choso was in the middle of finishing up, making fresh coffee for the two of them, when a thought struck him. It dawned on him then that all of this wasn't weird. He scanned the small apartment, from the kitchen to the hallway and back, stopping at the living room. All of it felt strangely normal. 'Okay.' he thought, though he also suddenly felt more awake. He went through the motions in a slight haze, stuck in an analytical state. He couldn't get over how comfortable this all felt, he was pulled from his daze by the small patterning sounds from Y/n's room. He quickly finished up, discarding the apron, realizing that he wasn't wearing a shirt, he started to throw his pullover back on. Choso knew how this could look, but he stopped half way, the garment loosely hanging around his neck, his purple eyes settling on the kotatsu. 'Why am I worried?' He questioned, he was about to take the pullover off, when Y/n walked in.

Y/n woke up alone, a little distraught, but it was quickly stomped out; she could hear Choso moving about, muffled some but clear enough to her. She scooted to the side Choso slept on and listened a little closer. She couldn't figure out what he was doing, really all she could hear were his soft footfall. There was a slight rhythm to them, it was soothing in a way. It pulled her into waking up, as well as the alluring smell of coffee. The apartment was the warmest it'd been in weeks, and she was glad for it. However, though she vividly remembered the prior night, she forgot she was still naked. She grabbed a shirt from the floor and clean underwear from her dresser.

Y/n was out her door and heading for the living room when she realized she was wearing Choso's shirt. For a split second she thought about changing; but it was big, comfortable, and smelled like him. It was like his embrace. She forgot about it and kept going. She wasn't fully in the living room when the sight of Choso stopped her in her tracks. He was standing in the middle of her living room, shirtless except for the pullover hanging from his neck.

Their various states of undress had Y/n doubling over in laughter, Choso's dumbstruck expression wasn't helping the matter either.

"Are- Everything okay?" Choso asked, his smile returning, he was fighting his own growing laughter. "What's so funny?" He asked also, jokingly scanning around the room, near spinning around. He quickly finished throwing his pullover in, Y/n couldn't answer, only able to wave a hand while clutching her sides.

"It's nothing." She said through a breathy laugh, near gasping to stop herself. "Just how silly we look." It was the best explanation she could give while still recovering. She saw the kotatsu and the set up Choso did for them, without question she sat in her added spot eyes sparkling with excitement and gratitude. "Wow Cho. This is great!" Y/n's cheeks were still a touch red, and small tears still in her eyes, Choso smiled wide at her. He joined her at the opposite spot, he was proud of himself for making Y/n happy.

"It's no problem. Figured it's another way to pay back your hospitality." His sweet genuine words warmed Y/n's chest, but the coy smile he wore had her blush deepen.

Y/n chuckled it off. "But who says you have to pay me back?" She punctuated her question by sipping off her coffee. Choso wasn't sure what to say. Y/n squinted at him through flirtatious lashes. "Who says you haven't already?" She asked, her tone dripping into that lustrous one she used the past night. Choso's eyes went a little wide at that, the faintest blush tinted his ears, but he welcomed it. Both able to relax in each other's company without worry.

"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind paying you again." He raised his brows at Y/n, half flirting, half joking, but he got his reward; her addicting laughter.

The two twiddled the rest of the morning away until midafternoon. They cleaned- what little needed to be done- mostly the two talked, exchanging flowery pleasantries. Both in their own way, were still ignoring the important conversation. Both of them could feel it, it scratched and gnawed at the back of their minds. In truth, one was waiting for the other and vice-versa.

The two had come to a pause in their rambunctious conversations, that thought trying to shift to the front of their minds, but the lower vibrations and charming ring of Y/n's cell stopped any opportunity. It was still on the couch from the night prior, Y/n grabbed it up while still on the floor, but she shot up when she read the caller ID.

"I gotta take this." She excused herself, Choso nodded in response, opting to step out to the balcony. But he caught the beginning of Y/n's call, "Hey Mom," was all he heard but it had him thinking to himself. Choso slipped his shoes on and slid out to the balcony. He was out there for a bit, feeling the warm sun and cold air, he was about to turn around when his own phone started to buzz in his pocket. He was equally surprised to see his own mother calling him.

— — —

Yuji and Sukuna were lounging around their living room, both sulking, both for different and similar reasons. Both had openly ignored Megumi when they'd wandered out to the living room, as well as his offer for breakfast, it wasn't surprising that they also ignored Yuta. Sukuna was on a recliner, laying across the arms, essentially pretending to be on his phone, even he wasn't sure what he was doing. Yuji was sprawled out over the couch, just staring at the ceiling. Both were matching in calm quiet contemplation, eyes hollow and expressions blank.

It wasn't until they heard Megumi raise his voice that they perked up. Knowing how soft spoken he is had them sitting up and leaning towards the kitchen. Needless however, after that it was near silence. The two shared a quizzical look, Sukuna was ready to outright eavesdrop, but Yuji urged him not to. The entire exchange happened through facial expressions, mostly eyebrows. However, whatever Megumi and Yuta were doing fell to the waist-side as Yuji's phone rang loudly on the coffee table.

Both boys perked up, Yuji grabbing and answering the call without hesitation, not even looking to see who it was. "Hello?" The greeting came out as a question. Sukuna couldn't help the eye roll and almost facepalm. He moved to sit with Yuji on the couch, able to closely listen in on the conversation. An all too recognizable laugh greeted him back.

"Hello Yuji. Glad I could surprise you." The pink haired twins could hear the smile in their dad's voice. "Is your brother with you?" He asked, though somewhat vaguely.

Yuji had to stop himself from nodding in response. "Sukuna is yeah, pretty sure Choso's at home." He responded with the same half sarcastic humor. Yuji didn't need a clue as to why their dad asked, he tapped the screen then sat the phone between them. "You're on speaker now." He informed, now their dad's chuckle could be heard openly in the room.

"Hey dad, what's up?" Sukuna questioned immediately, sending a shock of worry through Yuji.

"Is something wrong?" His worry was clear, but it was dissuaded by their dad.

"No, nothing like that. Good news rather. We're having guests, and I was hoping you'd two would come home for the occasion." Their dad sounded in high spirits, but the two could also hear other sounds around their father. Yuji and Sukuna shared a look, both had a suspension but neither voiced it.

"What's the occasion Dad?" Sukuna voiced his question. The panic that had been welling up inside them began to slowly disparate.

“Well, after Y/n arrived, your Mom and I got talking and we thought it would be a good idea to invite her family out.” Their Dad took a pause, both catching his train of thought as well in the hopes to allo the twins to process before he continued on, however it wasn’t enough time. “It’s been so long since we’ve all been together, and after everything they’ve gone through…” Jin was trailing off, purposefully, unsure how his sons would initially react. Although the silence that greeted him over the phone had the elder Itadori glancing around his own empty living room.

The twins were still sat on their couch, both eyeing the phone as if their father’s head would pop though it. But when the silence presisted Yuji spoke up. “What do you mean Dad?” Sukuna stayed silent, but the furrowing of his brows and soft glare at the phone speaks to him having the same question. Another beat followed, the three could feel the palpable tension in the air. It was then did a realization dawn on Jin. The twins didn’t know.

Sukuna’s voice broke the silence, ragged and strained. “Dad, did something happen?” Few and far between does Sukuna show panic, but it was clear as the blue sky. Yuji felt the sudden rush of the same panic, the urge to blot ran though both of them. Their Dad’s continued silence did nothing to quell that feeling.

—- —- —-

Choso’s call was quick, he’d just seen his parents not too long ago, but the call was different. His mother who was usually one to be composed and soft spoken, was boisterous and rushed. She was energetic however. Choso entered the small apartment with a soft smile, excited to extend the invitation. However he was surprised to find Y/n pacing the small living space, her phone clutched tight in fits, pressed against her head. Choso stopped abruptly and quietly closed the door behind him, simply watching, unsure of how or if he should interject. Y/n gave a quick glance to Choso, too fast for him to read before she was back power walking her small apartment.

Choso couldn’t hear what was begin said to Y/n, he could barely hear what Y/n was saying, despite her stressed expression. Little things slipped through however. “Yeah- I can be there for pickup.” “Okay. Yeah. Ten o’clock. Yep. Okay. Bye Mom.” Y/n finished the call with a deep hearted sigh, nearly pooling into her small couch, all of her energy abruptly spent. She harshly rubbed the flat of her palms against her face, groaning as she went. Choso was hesitant at first, but that disappeared when Y/n faced him, her eyes were red and slightly puffy. He hadn’t seen her crying but he didn’t need to question any further, he was with her on the couch the instant he realized.

He was worried, but kept it in, though his eyes always gave him away, the sweet and comforting smile and gentle touches were all Y/n needed to ground herself. But it could only do so much, she was still stiff as a board. Choso wrapped an arm around her shoulders, softly rubbing her back. She curled into him, the moment he touched her she pressed her face into his chest, curling her legs until she was in his lap fully. Choso didn’t object, holding her securely to him. They stayed like that for a while as Y/n slowly regained some composure, her shoulders finally dropping some.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Choso’s words came out just above a whisper, his own face gently pressed into her hair. He was holding her more loosely now, one hand ligridly stroking her leg, the other lazily combing her hair. It took a moment, but Y/n turned her head so she was tucked under his chin.

“I- I’m not sure.” She paused, though Choso couldn’t see her expression, he assumed she was back in thought. “It’s complicated.” Was the easiest answer she could muster. Choso couldn’t stop the faint single chuckle that left him, if Y/n hadn’t been pressed against his chest she might’ve not heard it. But the response had her pulling back some until they were face to face. She wasn’t upset, but very curious. “What’s that about?” Choso on the other hand was only so perplexed, mostly taken back by himself.

At first he was stumped, not positive on how to put his own thoughts into words. “Ah- well.” He stumbled, his words getting clogged together. “We’re kinda complicated, ya’ know? Like with everything.” With his hand he gestured between them to the air, near exaggerating; his expression however did not match his words and motions. He was as bewildered as Y/n was. More so when she giggled in response.

“I gotta give ya that one.” She said with her soft smile slowly returning. Choso couldn’t help the little satisfied smirk, though he didn’t do it intentionally. However, Y/n fell back into that melancholy rut soon after. Choso brushed her hair back soothingly, it only did so much to comfort her. Y/n tucked herself back under Choso’s chin, content in his hold. He didn’t punch the subject, but his mind did wonder to an earlier query, ‘Were the calls connected?’ Choso wasn’t one to believe in coincidence, suspicious of the timing, he made a mental note of the occurrence.

They sat in silence a bit longer, Y/n was much calmer now,finding simple comfort in the moment, the way Choso had embraced her, how he never questioned her reaction or emotions, just let her be. Her breathing had gone even as she fiddled with the loose fabric of Choso’s hoodie. It was almost a shock when she began again.

“It’s more than complicated.” She started first, still against Choso, she could hear the soft beating of his heart there. “I made a choice years ago, and now I’m facing the consequences of that choice.” Her words felt foreboding, a heaviness that started in the pit of her heart. Choso listened intently, waiting in earnest to hear all that Y/n had to say.

When she didn’t continue, he held her a little closer and whispered to her, “You’re not gonna face them alone.” He was a s genuine as he’d ever been, presenting his heart to her in the only way he knows. Y/n took a deep breath, sinking into him more as she exhaled. She shook her head in response first, as much as the embrace would allow before pulling away again.

“It’s not as simple as that.” Y/n looked more dejected than before. “I messed up. And I don’t think there’s away though this without losing more people.” Y/n was getting more heated with each word, her face contorting in pain she first experienced years ago. Her heart was starting to pound in her chest, her cheeks and eyes going red, tears threatening to spill once more. This scared Choso, he’d seen this before, this burden carried by a broken heart. It hurt him, to see such despair rise up in someone he cares for. His first instinct was to clasp his hands around Y/n’s cheeks and pull her face against his own until they were forehead to forehead.

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You don’t gotta hold back with me. I’m here and I will listen.” His words along with his gestures caused tears to spill, but tears that needed to fall. Choso pulled her back into a hug, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. Y/n cried into his shoulder, heavy sobs leaving her in waves, but it didn’t last long, and when it was over she felt a wash of relief. Finally she got out of his lap, standing first to stretch before sinking to the floor in front of the couch. It didn’t take long for Choso to move so both of his legs were on either side of Y/n, hesitantly he bang to message her scalp, she melted into his touch; unable to remember the last time someone touched her head in this way.

Y/n enjoyed Choso’s gentle ministrations, nearly losing herself in the feeling and comfort. “I’ve been lying to the boys for eight years.” Her words cut through the air like a hot knife, shocking Choso enough that he stuttered his motions, pausing only for a moment, but long enough that Y/n knew he wasn’t prepared for it. “It started small, innocent even. But before I knew it years had passed and it felt like there was no turning back.” Choso was needlessly leaning in, having stopped rubbing her head in place for braiding her hair, anything to keep his hands busy. Y/n paused a moment, really thinking about how she got here and how to put it into words. “Our families were always close. My Dad and your Dad were childhood friends, all the way through collage. I’ve always banked on the idea that Jin helped my parents get together.” A small chuckle left her at the thought. “When the boys lost their mom, it really hurt. I felt like I couldn’t do anything to help. It felt like I was never gonna see the two the same again. And yet one day they started smiling again, laughing at bad jokes, singing dumb songs with me. Somehow it got better.” Y/n had to take a deep inhale, the memories crashing against her in thundering waves. “When they moved it felt so similar, and I felt so lost. Honestly I don’t know when I started to unwind again. But I know if I didn’t have my Mom and Dad I wouldn’t have been able to get through it.” As she spoke she wore a bitter smile that stabed Choso in the heart. “Then in high school my Dad got sick. He was a sickly person, always tiptoeing around bed rest. But it was bad, and it happened so fast.” Her words began to jumble and stutter, more tears rolled from her eyes. “In less than two weeks he’d gotten so sick and then he was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.” Sadness and anger spilled out with her words, a flurry of emotions oozing from her. “It happened so fast that not once did I call the boys, not once did I reach out. And by the time he was gone it felt too late. When they called me, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I could barely contain myself. I was so angry and hurt, I felt so alone, and hearing their voices just made it worse.” She was fighting back so much as she spoke, Choso begging the only thing grounding her in the present. “I blamed them, got so mad that they weren’t there. That’s when I started to push away, started only talking once a month. There were so many times I wanted to just blurt it out, but I could never bring myself to do it.” Y/n dropped her shoulders with the release of her breath. “It’s partly why it took Yuji so long to convince me to come here. And for awhile it was like we were kids again, with a few new people.” She smiled at that, thankful for the people the boys have in their life. “But I can only ignore things for so long. I just thought I had more time.” Y/n was defeated, at a loss again.

It was silent again as he took everything in, the information not only shocked him, but it made many things make sense. He’d stopped his fidgeting while Y/n spoke, his hands resting on his legs, but he was still restless. Slowly he placed his arms around Y/n, hugging her from behind, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. “I’m so sorry.” The words left him before he could think, small tears left him against his will. They sat there longer then expected, the two comforting each other. Y/n was thankful that she finally got to speak her thoughts, allow the emotions their right. Choso lifted his head a bit so his chin rested on her shoulder, slightly leaning his head against her’s. “Did you ever suspect that they know and just aren’t saying anything?” Choso internally cursed himself for playing devil’s advocate, it being his first instinct concerning his family.

Y/n slightly shook her head. “No. But I do have doubts. I know for fact my Mom told your Dad. I just, it makes no sense to me why he wouldn’t have told the boys.” She had always seen her doubts as reasonable, considering she’d distance herself from them. “And it’s not like them to hold back what’s on their minds.” Choso hummed in agreement.

“You’re not wrong. Your mom probably told my Dad what was going on. He’s not one to betray trust.” This hit Y/n hard, in all her grief she never considered the idea that she was being left to her own devices. Her silence spoke too much. “And from my own observations, they don’t know, but they know something’s up and it’s been bugging the fuck outta them.” Choso made a face Y/n didn’t see, but she felt the scrunching of his muscles. “I would know because they would vent to me, but I never thought it was something this serious.” Y/n pulled away then to face him, her expression that of disbelief and a vague sense of betrayal.

“They talked about it?” Her voice was low and weary, but she was more angry than anything. Choso sat up but his eye’s remained downcast.

“Yeah.” He nodded with his reply, thinking more about the handful of times the twins came to him, the oddity of their behavior, the sense of emotional peril. “I’d always assumed the problem was different every time. There was no indication they were about this. But it was always so strange, so out of character that-“ He cut himself off, not really sure why he thought what he did, the feeling of failure began to sink in. “I didn’t know how to help them.” His words carried so much weight, a burden he’d been carrying. But he was better than self pity, mentally swiping those thoughts to the side for another time.

Y/n sighed, downtrodden, she felt that hollowness she thought she’d mended. But the stitching could only last so long.”They never said anything to me, but maybe that’s because I’d been ignoring a lot for a long time.” Each word she spoke felt like a punch to the gut. Choso, like all those times the twins came to him for help; he didn’t know what to do.

He voiced the first thought that came to mind, “What do you want to do?” His eyes held all his pleading and worry, the deep feeling of caring. His looked at her like she should of been on a pedestal long ago, a part of her was unfortunate with that look, but from Choso, if was different; Y/n felt like she could be vulnerable under his gaze. The question took her out for a moment, a million and one thoughts rushed through her mind, no clear answer.

“I don’t want to be here right now and I’m not ready to talk to anyone yet.” She felt selfish, like she was asking herself into debt. But she was locked in a state that was perilizing. “I don’t want to run, but I can’t face both of them when I’m like this. I need just a little bit more time.” Y/n rationalized her thought process, though Choso didn’t question what could be running through her head; instead he listened. He nodded in the affirmative before standing from the couch and moving down the hallway to her room. It left her a bit befuddled, watching him silently move until he was out of sight. Her curiosity had her near laying on the floor to see what he was doing. She didn’t see much, he only passed by the door once; he was holding her small duffel bag that had been on the closet floor. For a second she thought about calling to him, but he was back before she could, holding the now full duffel bag. Choso sat the bag by the door on his way to the kitchen, packing the rest of the leftovers up in plastic wear and into an old shopping bag. When he was done Y/n realized what he was doing.

“Where are we going?” She asked, now certain that is what Choso was prepping for, but she hadn’t a clue as to where they could go.

Choso sat on the floor with Y/n, he looked more sure of himself then, but he still nervously rubbed at the back of his neck. “I thought we could go to my place,” the idea tickled the back of Y/n’s mind, but Choso didn’t seem so confident in the idea. “But it’s not exactly off the radar.” He admitted, though Y/n knew this already, she was still up for it as a possibility. “We do have a cabin but it’s further out of the way then it’s worth. Maybe a hotel?” He was running through the best options he could muster, at that idea Y/n cringed, he responded with a quizzical look.

She shook her head, “I don’t like- that sounds expensive.” She was genuinely in distress over the thought. Choso back stepped, but only a bit, the idea itself sounded nice for the both of them, and he wasn’t against spoiling the people he cares for.

“It’s not too bad, and we can always split the cost fairly. I think it would be a good change of pace.” Choso was adamant in his words, it carried to Y/n easily, she didn’t have to mull the thought over for long, agreeing the change of scenery, even one so small, would be helpful for clearing the mind. Y/n agreed, wanting the separation from everything. She was quick to change clothes, tossing the ones she was wearing into her hamper, gladly forgetting about it and few other chores for a day or two. In no time the two were in Choso’s car, first stopping at his apartment before heading to their chosen hotel.

He’d lead her in though the shop, which was conveniently empty for the next few days, allowing Y/n a chance to look around. It was immaculate, the walls were white and sparsely decorated, except for one corner of the room. The space was decorated from top to bottom, from art to sculptures, past designs, all of it different but it all fit together. In her gawking she spotted a small name plate mounted on the small desk it read; Sukuna R. I. Giving the room a small sweep she wasn’t surprised to find his area more visual and bombastic. But she was halted by Choso descending from the staircase. Y/n didn’t hesitate to join him, wanting to be on the road more than she was curious. Before the two know it they were back in the car and heading to the hotel.

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Woof woof… whimper

(Part 10… but technically a continuation of part 9)

Content: Dub-Con/Non-Con, Knotting

It takes your cock-addled brain a second too long to process what Soap’s just said. What he’s implied. And by then he’s all ready for you to buck against him, confused and angry.

“That’s so — that’s not funny!” You shout.

But he’s got you pinned thoroughly, your chest flat against the mattress and your ass flush against his hips. His cock buried so deep you can feel the hot head of it bullying the deepest parts of you. All your struggling does is make you clench up tight around him, makes him feel that much bigger and meaner inside you. Makes him grunt low and ragged in your ear, all animal appreciation.

“I’m not laughin’,” he replies, nipping at your shoulder.

“G-get off of me, get out, get—”

His hand slides into your hair again, gets a firm hold at the roots and presses your face into the blankets, muffling your protests. Shushes you like soothing a panicked animal.

“Now, now,” he chides, “I still gotta prove I’m not compensating, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have to be a million explanations other than the absolutely ludicrous one he’s just presented to you. Cameras, microphones….

How did he know where you live?

How did he know where the spare key was?

How did he know where your bedroom was?

How did he find you at the bar?

Stalker, you tell yourself. He’s a creep, you’ve always known that.

Then where’s your dog?

“N-no,” you warble, bucking again. Nearly scream as his cock twitches inside you; only reason you don’t is because you can barely breathe as it is. He’s so deep inside that he’s practically in your lungs. “No way you’re my — there’s no way. You’re crazy. I’m gonna— ah!”

He draws out as you speak, gradual, and then plunges in again all at once, cutting you off. Grinds his hips in a dirty circle too, burying himself as deep as he can.

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos. “S’alright, baby, I knew this would happen. We jus’ gotta get all those big, scary feelings out first. Then I can explain it all nice and slow.”

You try to scream at him. Try to curse him out, tell him there’s no way in hell you’re listening to a word he says now; never mind letting him spend another second with his dick in you.

All that comes out is a high-pitched keen as he starts fucking you without further preamble. It aches, but you can’t tell in what way. If it hurts, if it’s the best you’ve ever had. Both? Your nerves feel haywire, brain dragged to lust-stupid depths.

“See, there we go,” he rasps, punctuating with a sharp snap of his hips on that last word. “My perfect little mate. Your cunt was made for my cock, made to be bred by me. Isn’t that right?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you from doing more than sending electricity down your spine, hair pulled taut.

“Yeah it fucking is,” he growls to his own question, canting your hips back further. His fingers grip cruelly into the flesh, sure to leave bruises. You wish you didn’t enjoy the sensation, wish it didn’t make you spasm around him helplessly.

“‘Bout time I owned you right back, don’t you think?” He continues, never stopping or even slowing. You yelp as he tugs your necklace again, arching your back at a steep angle. “Even collared yourself up for me. All it needs is my name.”

Something about that drives some awful, slutty part of your brain fucking wild. The idea of you with a tight leather choker — a collar — with his name (you don’t think about what name) hanging from your throat…

“Like that, don’t you?” He chuckles meanly. “Who’s my good little slut? Who’s my perfect, soaked little breeding whore?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realize the “I am” is right there on the tip of your over-saturated tongue. If you had air, brain cells, any ability at all, you’d be crying it to the ceiling like the toy he’s treating you as.

He’s going to ruin you, you think. He’s going to fuck you broken. You’re crying and wailing on his cock, think you’d actually throw a tantrum if he pulled out and left you on the edge right now. Would, you realize in horror, beg for him to keep going.

And then he snakes his hand around your hip and starts rubbing your clit — fast, hard little circles. Just the way you like; the way you’d do it yourself. Relentlessly and cruel, even when you try to writhe away from how fast you can feel yourself getting to the edge. Almost frightened by it, how quickly he’s mastered your body’s pleasure.

Frightened by the extra stimulation at your entrance, too. A little extra friction at first — shocking because you’re leaving a puddle on the sheets. But then the friction becomes pressure, becomes… more.

“W-wha….?” You slur, hips wriggling.

Soap (Johnny?) snarls in your ear and that feeling at your entrance grows. Feels, you realize with alarm, like stretching.

“Gonnae take my knot so well,” he rambles, accent thick like syrup, trickling into your empty brain, filling you up with meaningless sounds. “Plug you up full of my cum, breed you right just like you need.”

Any questions or confusion are whisked away by the extra stimulation at your entrance. The sensitive nerves getting just as much brutal attention as your inner walls, your cervix, that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

It all becomes too much all at once and crashes through you, devastating. You clamp down around him tight and needy, lean all your weight back into his thighs. And he practically howls as he sinks into you and stays, grinding and humping without ever actually pulling out again. You feel a flood of heat that seems to go on for an absurdly long time, cock pulsing against your overstimulated walls, milked for every last drop.

You shudder as your brain tries and fails to process it all. Like trying to decipher a foreign language from white noise. It’s nothing but static to you.

You can feel a tongue against your shoulder, scraped of blunt teeth. Soap/Johnny licking the sweat from your skin and nipping bruises into the flesh. You make an annoyed noise that comes out whinier than intended, shoving at his face.

“Get off, you bastard.” Your voice is pathetic, thick with tears and fractured in a hundred places.

“Can’t, bonnie, even if I wanted to.”

You scowl, try to look at him over your shoulder. He takes that opportunity to nuzzle against your temple.

“What?” You ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye hear me?” He chuckles. “Well, maybe not with the way you were screamin’. You’re all knotted up, baby. Can’t pull out — ‘less you want this pretty pussy to tear.”

You jolt, nearly yank yourself off out of pure fear, but Johnny keeps you still again, humming.

“Easy now,” he croons. “Still fussy? Need another to settle down?”

Useless as your brain may be, it recognizes what he means by “another one.” You think you might pass out.

“No,” you snap, petulant even to your own ears. “I want you to explain… explain everything.”

“Alright, hen. C’mere.”

He gently lays you out prone on the bed, then rolls you both on your sides. Hitches your leg up over his hip. You want to protest, but it helps the ache in your poor cunt.

“H-how are you still hard?” You pant, traitorous pussy twitching around him.

He growls in your ear, can feel him grinning against the lobe. “Will stay that way for a bit, lass. Don’ worry, you jus’ have to lay here all nice and still. Keep me warm while I explain things to you.”

And he does. How there are shapeshifters out there in the world, rare as they are. That he comes from a line of them. Recruited to military, as most of them are.

How he was on standard patrol when he smelled you for the first time.

“Like a wet dream, bonnie. Fertile. Spring. Smelled like mine.”

How he instantly knew you were his mate. That he just needed to make you see it. Never a good time to explain it all to you — and then there were interlopers and your silly little books and your pesky toys. How he tried to drop hints around the house, let you come to the correct conclusion on your own. But you never did.

“Honestly it’s a good thing I’m here, hen. You’re so oblivious. Lived with a man and never even knew it.”

That he tried to go about it the other way ‘round, as a man, but you’re just so stubborn. And then how it all led up to tonight. To you finally, finally realizing what you really needed: your mate.

You should be angry, furious. There’s a lot to say about… well, all of it. It’s horrifying and violating and… and…

And he hasn’t stopped bullying your clit since he started talking. Cruel, tight circles. Drawing the hood back with two fingers and stroke with a third, slow and languid and just soft enough to make your head spin. Rhythmless taps. Even pinches when you try to chew him out at one point, half turning to scowl. Instead have his tongue lapping sloppily at yours as your mouth gapes open soundlessly.

Makes you cum twice just like that without ever interrupting his own story, cock still hilted — knotted deep inside you. Honestly, you probably miss a good portion of it, some of the finger details for sure. But you get the broad strokes (among other strokes).

He licks at your overstimulated tears when he’s finished, nuzzling and kissing your cheek.

“I-I miss my dog,” you mumble finally, hands balled against your chest.

“Aww, darlin’,” he sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “We’re one and the same. I’m always your boy no matter what form I take.”

It would be more comforting if his dick didn’t throb calling himself your boy.

“‘Sides, I’m better than a normal mutt,” he continues, tugging you against his chest. You want to hate that is instantly makes you feel a little better. “Wolves mate for life, after all.”

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quona · 4 months

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YOUR CORPORATION AND YOU! This is a (slightly edited version of a) Heavenly Pamphlet that I made for Chapter 6 of fishey_me's fic, Corporation and Corruption, which you can find here!

This portion ^ is not included in the fic version because fishey's fic is pre-Fall, but it was so cute that I made a revised pamphlet to post on my socials.

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Haii babes

Hear me out okay. Younger neighbor living next to DILF Chan and he's having a BBQ with all his middle aged friends like Minho, Changbin and Han and he invited you over. Obviously you have to dress your best (to get fucked) and it turns into a gun activity amongst the 5 of you 😫. PLEASE IM DYING ABOUT THIS

Holy shit! This ask came in and it instantaneously unlocked something in me! I was about to go out and meet a friend for coffee and the whole drive over I was thinking about channie and his friends fucking reader!!!

The idea of middle aged Chan and his friends, using younger reader like a little whore has got me rather turned on. Maybe it’s the voyeur in me wanting to see her getting absolutely ruined by the mature men? I don’t know and I’m not going to question it.

I just want to write something downright filthy (because this is the after dark blog). 😈😈💀💀

Just to clarify, the asks is meant to say “fun activity” not “gun.”

Oh and I just have to mention that this is basically 3Racha plus Minho…. Which I’ve always said is my ultimate dream! 🫠🫠🫠🫠 i'M SUCH SLUT FOR THEM!!

Ready? Here we go. Buckle up, it’s going to be pure filth!

CW: age gap - chan and co are in their forties (but very energetic) and reader is 22, implied consent, objectification, praise, name calling, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, double pen two holes, gangbang, blow jobs, cum eating (m and f), cream pie, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, nipple play., videotaping

Your neighbour, Chan, is a filthy man. At first glance he is quite polite, very good looking, and a wonderful resident of the neighbourhood. But it's just an act. You know this from the way he sits on his upstairs balcony watching you whenever you sunbathe in your backyard.

It feels thrilling knowing he's watching, and the next time you sit in your backyard to sunbathe, you take your bikini off entirely. He doesn't even pretend he’s not looking.

You wonder if he'd come over and fuck you if called out to him? Probably. He seems like that kind of man.

One glorious spring day, Chan invites you over for an evening barbeque. "I'm having a small gathering of a few of my close friends, and they'd love to meet you." he smiles kindly, crinkling the wrinkles around his eyes. But there's a deviousness behind them.

"Of course! I'll be there."

From what you’ve seen, his friends are hot too, and so of course you're ringing Chan's doorbell in your shortest sundress, tiniest panties, and tallest heels you own, balancing a platter of finger food in your hand.

“Y/n! Thank you for coming. Everyone has been waiting for you.” He guides you through his home to a closed in outdoor entertaining area at the back of the house.

“These are my friends.” He gestures to the three men sitting in outdoor couches around a low coffee table.

“This is Changbin, Han and Minho.”

You smile and wave at each of the men, exchanging pleasantries.

There are snacks spread out on the table in front of them, along with empty glasses. “Chan, shall I help poor drinks?” You offer. He smiles and tells you where to find the wine.

As you go retrieve the bottle of wine you take a moment to catch your breath. They are all so fucking handsome. You think to yourself, and you’re glad you decided to dress cute-slash-slutty.

“Here she is.” Smiles Chan as you walk back out.

“Drinks, boys?” You chime, holding up the wine, and all four men hold their empty glasses ready for you. You make your way around, being sure to bend over and stick out your ass to give each of the other men a view up your short dress, whilst smiling innocently at the man you were pouring a drink for.

You hear a few mumbled “fucks” and you know they’re eyes are glued to your ass cheeks poking out from underneath the dress.

“Y/n. You should come sit down. Take a seat.” said Chan.

You stand up and look around, but there isn’t a chair or space for you to sit.

“I think Chan means go take a seat on his lap, princess.” The one named Minho chuckles.

You turn to Chan who’s sitting with his legs wide and his arms outstretched along the back of his chair.

Oh. That’s exactly what he means. You can see it written on his smug face.

Quietly, you make your way over to Chan and carefully perch yourself across his lap.

He sucks in a breath and wraps an arm around your back. His other hand comes to your knee and squeezes it gently. “I was just telling the guys about what you and I get up to on the weekend.” He smirks.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask.

“Oh you know perfectly well, babygirl.” He says sternly. “How you put yourself on display for me.” He inhales the skin on your neck, causing you to shudder. “And they want you to show them what you show me.”

You look around at the men. Han is snacking on some crisps like this is an everyday situation, Changbin has the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, and Minho looks like he wants to eat you.

You gulp.

Chan slowly unzips the back of your dress and pulls the sleeves down your arms until your tits spill out. He immediately attached his mouth to a nipple, then he pulls off with a loud pop. “So young. So supple.” He says approvingly groping at your breast.

“How old are you, y/n” Changbin asks curiously.

“T-twenty two.” You squeak.

“Perfect age.” He licks his lips.

“Old enough to fuck rough, and young enough to teach a lesson.” Minho stated.

“Hear that, babygirl? They want to play with you.” He whispers low.

Fuck! You bite your lip and grind ever so slightly on Chan’s thigh. He notices the small action. “You like that idea, don’t you? You gonna be our little whore for tonight?”

His hand slides up your dress to find your soaking panties. “Thought so.” He chuckles, pulling them to the side and pushing a finger into you.

“Fuck! Oh god… Chan.” You choke as he thrusts his fingers into your tight wet cunt.

“Hmmm… I think you mean daddy.” He corrects you. “Now bend over. You deserve a slap for that insolence.”

You looked at him questioningly, and the other men snicker.

“I said bend over, you need to be spanked.”

You move to lay across his lap, and Chan lifts your dress to reveal your ass.

"Hmm, scrumptious piece of meat." ogles Changbin.

"Bin, pass me the cheese knife...thanks, mate."

Your eyes squeeze tight and your breath hitches as he carefully traces the knife up the back of your thigh, before using it to slice your tiny little panties right off.

He tosses the knife back on the table and spreads your cheeks so the other three can see your glistening pussy.

"She looks like she'll be really tight." mumbled Han, his mouth full of food. "Do you think she'll be able to take us all? You know what we're like once we get started."

"She looks trainable." said Minho.

"Now, I think five spanks, should be enough." Chan concludes, and you secretly smile to yourself. You've can easily handle way more than- "Ahhh...Fuck!" you cry when a hard slap lands directly on your pussy. His hand comes down again. Slap! and another one. God, that stings.

"Just three more." Slap. Slap. Slap.

He pulls your dress down your body and slides it off your legs and tosses it to the floor. "Up we get, babygirl. Sit up now." Chan cooes.

You sit up with tears down your cheeks and look at the three other men. They all have their cocks out and are stroking their lengths.

"What do you have to say for yourself." Chan caresses your thighs and nuzzles into your breasts.

"S-sorry, d-daddy." you whisper.

"That's it. Good girl." The praise makes you feel good, and it makes you want to please him more.

"Now, I need you to go and suck Han's cock." He helps you onto your feet. "Go. He's waiting for you." he urges you on.

Naked, except for your heels, you make your way to Han. You feel wobbly on your feet from the shock of being spanked, but at the same time you've never felt more turned on in your life.

"Here, doll." Changbin stands up and directs you to kneel where he had been sitting and lean down and take Han's cock deep into your mouth. "Yes. This way we can have a bit of fun with you at the same time Han is fucking your throat." he adds.

"Baby, ahhh...ngh... fuck your mouth..." Han hums as you give him the best head of your life, taking him all the way into your throat. "Mmmh...you've sucked cock before haven't you, baby. ahhh...like a fucking pro." he holds your head down and thrusts into you, making you choke. "One of my favourite sounds." he adds.

Changbin spreads your ass cheeks and rubs the pads of his fingers around the entrance to your pussy, making you moan around Han. Then you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Changbin. Split her open for us." Minho says.

"Is our little toy ready to be played with? hmm?" Changbin chuckles as he pushes his cock into you. You let out a muffled cry as Changbin's girthy cock stretches your pussy open. He's so thick, but you're so wet, and once he is fully seated inside you, he starts to fuck you.

His thrusts are slow, deep, measured, and so powerful that you really are being forced to choke on Han's cock. Together, two men use you like a fleshlight, like a pretty toy to fuck into. Their hands explore your body in a rough, animalistic way, and you're fucking loving it.

You know that Chan and Minho are watching you from their chairs, probably jerking off and dying for a turn of you.

"Fuck...your pussy...so fucking tight..." he digs his fingers into your hips and slams your ass back onto him. "That's it...fuck...show me how you fuck yourself..." he releases his hands from your body, and stops thrusting entirely, making you back yourself onto him over and over again.

You can barely breathe, your makeup would surely be ruined by now, between the sting of the spanking and choking on cock, your face is surely a mess.

"Fuck. Coming." choked Han and you feel spurts of his hot cum hit the back of your throat. "Take it, baby. Such a good slut." he pants, emptying himself in your mouth.

Changbin abruptly pulls out, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness, and he pulls your head off of Han by your hair. "Open, quick." he grunts and bullies his cock into your mouth. Three harsh thrusts and he's coming on your tongue too. "Show me, doll. Good girl." He nods in approval when you show him you swallowed every drop. “Belly full of cum.”

Han gets up off the couch to find a snack and a drink, and you almost collapse face first into the cushion. You feel Chan move behind you, spreading your cheeks again for a good look at your used hole.

"Babygirl didn't get to cum did she?" he mocked. You shook your head whimpering. You are so close, and your core feels so tight that you are going to snap at any moment.

You hear the sound of a cap from a bottle and then a familiar feeling of cold lube being applied to your asshole. They're going to fuck your ass.

"Shh... Daddy's just going to loosen you up." he purrs as he begins to prep you for his cock. You rest your head on the cushion and give yourself to Chan, letting him finger fuck your ass until he is three full fingers deep. "Taking me so well. Now for you to feel my cock, yeah? It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

He removes his fingers and presses his cock to your hole.

“That’s it…Good girl…Look at you taking daddy’s cock so well.” He praises as he pushes into you slowly. “Your tight little hole loves to be stretched… doesn’t it. Answer me.”

B-yes…loves to be stretched.” You pant.

“This is what you think about isn’t it? Me deep in your ass.” He starts to fuck you, withdrawing slightly, then pushing in deeper on each thrust. You can’t help but cry out, moan and whimper as his thrusts steadily become faster.

“Next time you’re out in your backyard naked, I’m gonna come around and fuck your ass….just like this…” he pants.

“We’ve managed to hook it up.” Changbin says excitedly.

“Babygirl. Look.” He whispers. You look up to the wall mounted flatscreen to see a close up of your ass with Chan’s enormous cock fucking into you. You turn your head back to see Changbin videoing the action, then your eyes return to the screen to watch your hole being abused.

Han comes to your side to reach underneath you to play with your clit. “You gonna show us how you come, baby?” He smirks.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuuccckkk!” You squeal, coming hard.

“Good girl! Now daddy’s gonna fill you up. Ready, sweet thing?” His hand comes down to slap your ass.

“Yes, daddy. Fill me up. Need your cum.” You plead.

Chan groans as he releases himself deep in your ass and withdraws himself.

“Princess. Over here right now.” Minho snaps.

You haven’t even a chance to recover from your orgasm, as you stumble over to Minho. “Sit on the coffee table. Spread your legs for me.” He pushes you down to sit in front of him and shoves your legs open. Then he’s suddenly kneeling between them and lapping at your cunt.

You throw your head back and moan. The man knows how to eat pussy, and you’re not sure you will ever be go back to go back to lacklustre oral.

Minho’s mouth moves down to catch the cum leaking from your ass. Now that’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed.

“Which hole you gonna fuck?” asks Changbin.

Minho pulls away from your pussy and lazily fingers your cunt. “I wanna DP her. Han. You haven’t fucked get yet.”

Minho sits back in his chair, pulling you on top of him and spreading your legs over his. He pulls your heels off and instructs you to press your feet into the cushions beside him and lift yourself up. You do as he says as he lines his cock up with your ass and slowly lowers you onto him.

“S’deep.” You choke.

“Mmm… you feel perfect, Princess. Such a pretty little cockslut for us aren’t you? Gonna be filled with so much cum by the end of this. Full of cum and your holes fucking gaping.” He smirks against your cheek. His hands squeeze your tits as you grind on his cock.

“Come on, Princess. Not getting tired I hope? C’mon, bounce on me…put on a show for the camera.” He hisses.

You’ve forgotten they were recording you. You muster all the energy you can to bounce up and down Minho’s cock and watching the screen to see your hole swallowing it up with ease. Fuck! You are a slut. And you’re fucking loving every second of it.

“Han. Come on.” Minho growls.

Han positions himself in front of you and lines his cock up with your cunt. “Have you done this before, baby?” He asks you.

You don’t answer, you’re about to come again.

“Hey!” He slaps you across the cheek and you come hard around Minho’s cock.

“Fuck, she just came. She’s clamped up. Fuck… quick… Han, fuck her now.” demands Minho.

“So our little lady likes to get roughed up. Huh?” Han shook his head In disbelief, and then groaned low as he pushed his cock into your pussy.

“Oh!!” You groan. “So…full… you’re splitting me in two… shhhiiittt.”

You’re not new to anal sex whatsoever, but you’ve never taken two cocks like this.

“Babygirl…” Chan tugs you by your hair and you turn your head to the side to take his cock in your mouth.

Changbin is on the other side taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock. He’s still holding his camera, aiming it from above, and managing to catch everything that is happening.

All four of them are using your body at the same time. Minho fucking your ass, Han your pussy, and you alternate between Chan and Changbin as they fuck your face.

Your hair is being pulled, someone has a hand wrapped around your neck, your nipples are being pinched and slapped, and Han is spitting on you.

They pull another orgasm from you before moaning and growling as they fill you up with their cum.

Eventually, they pull themselves out of you, they say their farewells, leaving you and Chan alone.

He carries you bridal style to his bathroom, runs you a bath and tucks you into his bed so you can rest.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He whispers as he slips in bed beside you. “We need organise another gathering soon.”

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