KNOW IT ALL.

◞   KNOW IT ALL.

꒰ satoru is the most powerful god alive, crowned the zeus and destined king of the gods, but since you’ve known him, he’s always needed your help with something. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. 7.1k. f!reader. no curses, mythology au. fluff. angst. humor. smut. fwb. mirror sex, semi-guided. breeding kink is a lil obvious. light body worship. sukuna’s an evil perv ꒰ touches reader noncon but not detailed ꒱ zeus!satoru x metis!reader. reader is a nymph; satoru shapeshifts. nsfw. reposted.

one.

although too young to remember, you meet satoru, divinely named the zeus, the destined king of the gods, when you’re one year old.

you were a curious toddling thing back then, babbling endlessly and driven only by your given instincts and the culture of the oceanids. you understood shorelines as past times and jagged rocks in which the sea roared in all its brutality beneath them as sacred places to gather. you only remember the tender eyes of ieiri the amalthea upon waking. you only remember the scent of salt, speckles of pale blue, and the distinct songs of sirens that rang in the early air like glorious hymns. you remember how sister nymphs swayed like ocean’s surface to the tune of bloodlust-laden temptation and you recall the swell of your heart mimicking the impact of a crashing wave.

you don’t remember the day the rhea came with a song of her own, a melodic plea for assistance from your mother, the thetys, your father, the oceanus, and your caretaker, the amalthea. you were too busy basking in the novelty of the world around you to take notice of the goddess pushing the chubby body of a snowy-haired boy into your mother’s arms with a chorus of gratitude that followed. you don’t remember ‘hide him. please hide him. he’s the only hope we have of stopping the kronos. you can’t ever let him be seen.’ you don’t remember meeting him, but every memory you have subsequently is imbued with glimpses of his presence.

ten.

you’ve always been a child who warranted wonder from those around you. too mentally forward to maintain a similar pace as the nymphs you were supposed to learn alongside and too juvenile to ascend with the nymphs you were just as capable of in conceptual dexterity but not physical, there was always a disconnect between yourself and the others. the only counter they can find for the smartest is the strongest. and now, before you stands the boy that’s been quietly lingering behind closing doorways; that’s where you catch glimpses of him. the first thing you notice is blue, a powerful and electric shade of blue you’ve never seen. in his irises, storms swirl above an ever-azure sea; when you stare too long, you swear you hear the crackle of thunder in them. you swear you see a flash of lightning. a snowy mountain rests on top of his head, a disarray of feathery locks that refuse to adhere to reality. the longer you stare, the more you watch the hairs on his head rise to attention. “you want him to be taught by…this child?” you hear his mother ask and your gaze abandons him instantly. “they are the same in nearly every way aside power.” your mother, ever assured of you, rests her hand atop your head. “she is no child of ordinary bearing. bestowed on her is the burden of knowledge itself, an everlasting and eternal curiosity that seeds, sows, and bears the fruit of omniscience.” there’s pride laced in her voice as she speaks. “she is the divine metis and fruition of knowledge.” as your mother speaks, you see the rhea’s brows raise. “if the zeus is the strongest, then the metis must be the brightest.” “another precocious child,” the rhea’s voice is a dazzled murmur. “of course, if the gods themselves have chosen her mind then only she can be tasked with expanding the understanding of the destined king of gods.” you offer an affirmative hum, your small voice poised, “a natural conclusion.” “i suspect you won’t be needing guidance?” the thetys looks you over with a trusting smile. “you will help satoru?” you nod once, a declaration of your commitment. “i will help him, of course. i won’t allow him to become empty-headed and simple-minded like the kronos.” “i don’t need anyone’s help. i’m not just the strongest. i’m the smartest, too. i’ll win against the kronos and i’ll teach myself!” satoru’s arms fold over his chest as he finally speaks, feigning dauntlessness. you snort. “and yet you are here because you could not count your rations of bread.” “i can count!” the zeus protests, defiantly stomping his foot. “i’m the destined king of gods! you can’t talk to me like this.” “you are the metis; let your wisdom show in your benevolence.” your mother sings her constant reminder. “address the learning with grace.” you roll your eyes. “he insists he’s not of the learning. his ignorance must be the source of his bliss.” “anything that won’t involve you is bliss.” satoru grumbles. “satoru,” the rhea smiles softly down at the small boy. “be kind. a future king of gods must know when to request and accept assistance.” so there you both stand at an impasse with one another, the persistence pushed from the hands of your mothers onto your fates. you stare at him, and for a moment, you see a flicker of his future in his eyes, your future with him. this is a pristine kind of foresight you’re still cultivating, but you understand right then that your life will likely be spent by his side, for one reason or another.

twenty.

time passes and you teach satoru an abundance of things; at least, you try your damndest to. most of the time you spend with him is spent in gentle bickering back and forth about the uselessness of your knowledge or the dangers of his recklessness. a copious amount of time is spent trying to determine the best way to shift his boyish divinity into that of a god worthy of those in which he rules. in quiet, tender corners that you both carve out and burrow into to hide with one another, an alarming amount of time is spent exploring the depths of intimacy. your lips fumble over the other’s, shallow breathing entangled as you swallow down shared desperation; your hands assess the warmth of each other’s flesh between needy sighs and little murmurs. you teach satoru about the history of the gods, about the blessings bestowed on their breaths and fingertips. he, in turn, shows you what it means to be worshipped devoutly, to have your waist kissed and held, treated with the same sacred implications as an altar where he kneels and explodes with gratitude, where he seeks forgiveness and accepts the consequences of his fragilities. he only touches the surface of all that you know and share, but he knows your body with a sickening level of familiarity, knows exactly what angles to use to make you a flustered, whimpering mess. it’s not corruption, but he exhumes your weaknesses, lotus-eating your body and leaving it teeming with a foreign kind of decadence you spend ages chasing as greedily as he does. of all the languages, satoru is most fluent in pleasure and desire. “gods, look at you.” he breathes hotly. his greedy lips press a kiss against the shell of your ear as his arm’s grasp around your hips tightens. “what would everyone say if they saw you like this, huh?” your hazy eyes peer ahead into the watery reflection before you, taking in the sight of yourself and satoru standing behind you as you bend over the rough surface of a wet rock for support. your bare bodies glisten, illuminated with hues of blue from the iridescent glow bouncing off of the cove’s mystical waters. your eyes squeeze shut tight as you hear your own reflection release a wanton moan. he’s not corrupting you, but he’s skilled at convincing you to use sacred tools meant to teach him about his prophecy to instead gift you both with an unorthodox kind of pleasure. this time it’s the cove of the oceanids and the sacred waters that reflect to you the unfurling of your desires. he says he needs your help to grant him the most desirous result. satoru muses that prurient intent could be reflected and act as more so a guide. he reasons if you let him take you in front of this makeshift mirror, it’ll show him exactly what to do to reach the pinnacle of pleasure for you both. and you know that everything he does is merely a tactic, but despite your overwhelming clarity of his intent, you have your own, personal curiosities to satiate, which only he seems willing to do with little question and surprising execution. “open your eyes, pretty.” he murmurs. “look at what i’m about to do to you.” and you do, god you do. you watch his reflection holding his erect cock in one hand, a palm clutching the fat of your ass in the other. he looks down at his length and spits right onto the head, groaning as he strokes himself, spreading the slick of his salvia over the tip and lulling his head back momentarily. “there we go, pretty.” his reflection sighs. “spread your legs for me a little.” next, you observe your reflection obeying his gentle command, arousal filling your gut where you stand and leaving you clenching around nothing when satoru pumps himself slowly before lining up his thick girth with your entrance. you both watch his reflection slip inside yours with ease.

“fuck,” satoru sighs from behind you, only a moment passing before you feel a familiar clutch of your ass in his palm and hear the soft sound of him spitting down onto his cock. “you heard me, nymph. spread your legs.” you can hear it much more clearly now, the slick sound of his gluttonous hands gripping and sliding along his cock, wet from his spit and fucking into his own grasp with shaky breaths following. “s-satoru,” your reflection whimpers as satoru’s arm reaches and his hand wraps around the width of your neck. the veins on the back of his hand swell against his skin while his grip tightens and your mouth parts in response. it only takes a moment before you follow his instructions, your legs parting and allowing him access. it’s not until you both witness him abandon the grip on your neck in exchange for cupping your breast in his hand, fondling and squeezing while his other hand maintains a tight grip on your hip to keep him steady while he grinds his cock into you slowly. “look how pretty you are.” he murmurs, sinking into you with a whine. “you look so perfect taking me. so perfect.” your eyes flutter shut, his movement languid at first before he whimpers and his hips jerk, thrusting into you quickly, matching the speed he watches his own reflection fall into. his breathy moans fill your ears accompanied by your own gentle sounds when you finally feel the strength of his warm palm press against the shape of your neck, lithe fingers wrapping around and squeezing until you feel a slight restriction of air. pressure starts to fill your head and arousal pools inside your gut, forcing a high-pitched moan and plea to erupt from your lips. “yes, oooh gods.” your breathing is shallow, your hand rising to clasp his forearm. “s-satoru, fuck!” his groan is filled with an insatiable kind of need. “that’s right, pretty. you love getting fucked and filled don’t you? don’t you?” his hand leaves your neck, just as the reflection predicts and occupies itself with your chest. you wish that you felt more shame, but all you feel is the need to push him further pulsing through you. clinging to the aching sensation of his cock stretching out your leaking sex, you need him to give you more, to make you take more. how far is he willing to go to sate your curiosity? what is the capacity of pleasure you can withstand? nails digging into his skin, indentions of your own greed, you do your best to nod against his grasp and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. satoru buries himself deep inside you, teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear messily becoming wet kisses against your neck. “my girl’s a little know-it-all, yeah? knows everything,” “mmm,” you hear your reflection whimper brokenly, unable to see why. his salacious hands roam and grip and grasp wherever they can find support, wherever he can find an anchor to keep you close to him, to keep all of you like putty in adventurous palms. “knows just how to take my cock, how to milk it dry, how to keep all my cum inside, yeah?” he pants in your ear, his thrusts messy and uncoordinated but relentless. “knows she can’t let any of it leak out. has to let me fuck it all in or i’ll go insane, won’t i? will have to put pretty on her back and stay deep inside forever till it takes. can’t let anyone else have my pretty girl, can i?” your mouth falls open and only more feathery pleas emerge. “please, satoru. please. won’t let it leak out. promise. i promise.” “i know it, pretty. know you won’t. you know i can’t handle even the thought.” he leans in closer to your ear, pressing your body over onto the surface of the rock formation. “pretty girl knows everything, knows she can’t belong to anyone else or i’ll destroy everything, won’t i?”

in the high of his need and the voraciousness of his desire, satoru shamelessly makes you aware of the level of his possessiveness, makes you aware of how he believes you’re by his side because you’re supposed to be, makes it known that nothing will be safe from his wrath if you dare try and make him share you or any of what you reserve just for him, what’s always been just for him. your attention. your praise. the fruits of your labor. your friendship. even the seeds of knowledge you sow. it’s all for him, an indulgence for only the destined king of gods to partake in. in his mind, the god chaos gave you to him. as much as you serve your purpose as his companion and his teacher, he wholeheartedly believes you belong to him and only to him. he gets to have you because you’re his and should he ever pick up on any indication that his possession of you is riddled with falsehoods or ultimately untrue, he might indulge in tastes similar to that of his father to soothe the ache of your betrayal. you try not to think about it too much, try to keep your foresight limited in those moments because deep down, a part of you doesn’t mind belonging to him, but only if you remain blissfully unaware of what he’s willing to do if you don’t. “mmm,” your whimper sounds identical to that of your reflection’s. “i know. i know.”

twenty eight.

“satoru, i advise th—” he cuts you off, spinning around on his heels as his finger juts in front of your face. “don’t! i don’t want to hear anymore advising. not a peep from you.” an exasperated sigh befalls you. “get your finger out of my face before i break it myself.” “why are you even here? how are you even here?” he asks in a grumble, nimble finger receding. “what do you want?”. the older you get, the wiser and more efficient you’re forced to become at the hands of satoru and his recklessness. he doesn’t care that sukuna, his father and the kronos, is actively hunting him down to swallow him whole just as he did the rest of his divine siblings. this is because satoru the zeus is ruled by the principalities of his pleasures. he’s pleased by his own strength, delighted by the endless growth and capacity of his power, thrilled to perpetuate the notion that one day all he seeks and all he stands on will belong to him. all of it is already his and the only barrier between him and the future that he rightfully owns, his birth-given right, is every breath sukuna takes. you understand the kind of equation that constructs him and you’ve always acknowledged it lacks all patience. still, the responsibility of his living falls in your hands. the gods relying on using him as a tool to escape the evil clutches of his father will rain down on you in all mercilessness should the zeus meet his demise before the kronos. “i want you to turn around and come back. not only is the amalthea worried sick about you but it’s too risky for you to be out like this. i know you want to believe otherwise, but you’re not strong enough to defeat your father. you cannot kill him alone and we’ve discussed this numerous times. you don’t listen, and you’re not ready to be the king of gods, satoru.” groaning, his lip curls. “and what do you know?” fear suddenly weaves and slinks down your spine. your eyes dart, taking in the sudden sensation of oncoming presence. satoru pushes past you, his shoulder shoving into yours as he does. you anticipate his brutishness, as per usual, so you don’t wince upon impact you hardly feel. no, you quietly thank your foresight for the padding it helped you determine to place there. “almost everything,” you respond easily, turning to continue following behind him, his inescapable shadow, the only one who knows enough to keep him safe. “even if i were a fool, it would be obvious you’re no king.” he stops then. you see his shoulders rising and falling, his breathing heavy and erratic. his anger oozes from his pores. inwardly, you’re thankful for the consistency of his temperament even after all this time. it occurs to you then that he’s still riddled with all his childishness, still reckless and arrogant, flaunting his unearned certainty like a badge of honor, but he’s changed. where he used to match you in height, he’s someone you raise your chin to address. your lips have become familiar with the flesh between his shoulder blades. his eyes are more piercing; his gaze is sharper and it’s always fixated on you. his personality is the same, but there’s a new kind of urgency he’s crafted out of hubris and pride. he claims king and it’s more of an entitlement than a responsibility; this is a declaration of his strength, not an obligation to those weaker than him. he doesn’t want to be king to save you all from his father; he just wants to show that he’s become the totality of might because he exists and strength is owed to him by proxy of such a phenomena. satoru doesn’t want to become a king; in his eyes, he’s born one and it’s enough. “i am king.” he seethes. “if you can’t see that, you know nothing.” you huff in amusement. “no, you’re a foolish, walking target. if you can’t see that, you’re already dead.” “what are you going o—” as he speaks, you abruptly drop down to the ground to your knees, positioned for prayer or plea but instead wrapping your hand around the fabric of his robes to yank him down with you.

“a snake would suit you best right now.” that’s all you offer and your eyes are proud as you watch his body contort instantly, trading in the appendages of man for the guise of a reptilian. as always, his eyes stay a daunting and glistening blue as the rest of him slowly starts to become long and laden with white scales. when satoru transforms, you extend the length of your arm and his slimy, thick body slithers up the limb with ease. you make a mental note to praise him for his efficiency, for his obedience, should you both walk away from the coming conflict absent of bloodshed. perhaps, he’s learned to read in your eyes when your gentle suggestions are screeching alarms of danger that lies ahead. you feel eyes boring into your back as you mutter, “it’s terribly impolite to stare.” terror fills you and teems in your body. floods your flesh from your head to your toes, the thick feeling of danger a struggle to swallow down before you turn to face the predator you feel dangerously close to becoming prey before. you feel your breathing hitch, doing your damndest to steady yourself and sport only neutrality, but there’s a sudden fogginess in your foresight that makes you unable to see the branches of possible outcomes with sharp clarity. you see him coming, sukuna the kronos, but you can’t see anything past the encounter as you turn to face the man who more closely resembles a monster, the god that meanders through the heavens as a divine beast. his four arms protruding menacingly from his body, the cruel smirk that shapes his blood-covered lips, the glint in all four of his mishapen eyes. “now, now, is that any way to address your king?” up until this moment, you’ve never heard the voice of sukuna, only heard tales about the humor in his tone as he stares ahead with sinister intent. you can’t mistake the playfulness in the murderous look he offers between narrowed eyelids but you don’t react to it either. it’s been said that he smells fear and it’s rancid to him; they say he can taste the putrid flavor of courage’s failure and it leaves him with unshakeable disgust. they say if he sneers your way, make peace with the inevitability of demise. you lift a curious brow. “is this any way to address the embodiment of knowledge when you seek an answer?” a casual counter where you feign such a specific level of pride and absence of concern, you even fool yourself into believing that perhaps escaping the clutches of his mindless displays of evil and assertions of power is possible. the weight of satoru’s scaly form rests across your shoulders and the nape of your neck. your eyes gaze up as satoru takes in the sight of the god before you both, his hissing incessant as sapphire orbs remain sharp and focused. you feel the tail end of his elongated frame wrapping and weaving down your left arm in a protective formation. “ah,” sukuna sighs. “you must be the metis. come. i seek the wisdom of your foresight, child.” as he speaks, two eyes observe you while the others carefully analyze the creature clinging to your flesh. you notice his eyes flicker downward, taking in the cream-colored fabric lying in a heap adjacent to where you now stand and your gaze follows. for a moment, your heart skips a beat. knowing that he will take note of any shift in your demeanor, you gasp. “mother’s robes, what luck.” you groan. “as you can see, i have business to attend to. make your request known and i will provide you with an answer.” sukuna takes one step forward; the ground beneath you shivers. “when the titans spoke to me of the metis, they did not mention the presence of a serpent. what curious eyes. like storms and sea’s rage all at once. a nymph of the oceanids keeping a scaled creature as a companion? heh, i’ve observed every oddity that must exist surely.” you shake your head, objective in all your notions. “you could never begin to fathom the curiosities that exist in both this world and the next, but i can.”

offering nothing more than a fragile sigh, you squat to bundle the fabric in your free hand that satoru is not braided tightly around and dramatically groan as you shake the robes and make quite a show of observing it for tatters or flaws. another step forward. the trees sway at the impact’s jostling; the soil moans in terror as his soles sink deeper. “lies smell quite similarly to fear.” he states, the smirk on his lips deepening has his tongue flicks out to lick the traces of blood from his lips. “the oceanids that protect the shores taste exactly like the lies they dared to utter so shamelessly: pathetic.”

the naiades of night. i felt the anguish of their deaths. it was the signal. it was the threat. it was the alarm of the hunt. graciously, i pray that my siblings find peace in the chaos’ divine oblivion.

you allow grief to flood your heart, a flavor he knows well and prefers. the taste of mourning will likely mask the trace of lies you plan to string along. slowly, you clutch the fabric close. “i thought i felt their danger although i did not hear their cries. i was occupied in search of my oracle.” for a moment, you watch as he watches you with an interesting expression and then he laughs, full and boisterous, clouding the night air with the melody of his moral depravity. “most interesting,” he notes in amusement. “you do not lie after all.”

empty-headed and simple-minded. your greed will be your downfall. unfortunately, he may follow a similar fate.

you glare. “what reason would i have to lie to you? i do not fear you and i knew of your arrival.” a softer step forward, the extent of two right arms towards you. one hand caresses your face in a maniacal effort to drag out the truth through your body’s involuntary response and one hand brushes across your chest, groping and gripping, to which satoru’s hissing increases. you feal the heat of his skin and briefly, you worry that his impulsiveness will push him to return to his flesh in an attempt to go against the man he knows is his murderous father he’s destined to kill.

please remember what i told you. you’re not ready. don’t be rash. trust in me. trust in my ability. trust in the capacity of my mind.

instead of fear, anger boils under your skin. you smack his invasive hand away and your nose points up in disgust. “even with knowing your coming tactics, it doesn’t alleviate the disgust you bring on. ask the questions you have and i will give you the answers you want and send you on your way, but you will not touch me in any way i do not desire or you will leave just as you came, lost and empty-headed.” sukuna takes no offense, only chuckles. “what a spirit the metis harbors.” “first question,” you ignore his quip, fed up with tolerating him. “you wish to know the truth of the serpent. you feel called to it, familiar. it is because it is my oracle. it was gifted to me by the same divinity that blessed me with the knowing. it sees past the confines of this realm. it gives me foresight that extends past my own limits. it is not a companion but a tool, and nothing more. your familiarity and curiosity of its eyes are because i used its sight to see you traversing into this realm and the under before returning.” your lies come as easily as breathing, the fluidity in which you speak over the layer of your disgust that leaves no spaces to perceive the blanket of deception covering every word. two arms lower at his side; two arms fold across his bare chest decorated in the darkened marks of his ill-omens and the odious divinity that crafts his wicked spirit. he asks, “and why were you observing my movements?” the next lie comes just as fluidly. of course it does, as you’ve had even a minuscule amount of time to consider the answers. again, you thank the language of foresight for gifting you with his questions before he ever thought to drag himself to the land of the oceanids to inquire. “it was not you specifically i observed but the realms themselves. i live in a deep, endless state of questioning and discovery. my observations are rooted in the obsession that i have with knowing and the obsession in which knowledge has to be known and understood by me. it seeks my understanding and i seek to understand it. alas, i am a reciprocal nymph.” he seems to find you quite comical as he laughs again. “tell me the rest of the questions on my mind. i must say i am intrigued and entertained by you, dear metis.” “hardly dear to you,” you retort with a twinge of revulsion. “third question, if counting your inquiries of reasoning for observing you, you have been deceived and you wish to know the location of the subject of the prophecy which promises your demise, the zeus. the truth is that i simply will not tell you.” the amusement in his eyes and around his mouth dies in an instant. the worst part of this encounter comes. to you, there’s nothing worse than knowing and anticipating your own harm. a cruel palm wraps around your throat and tightens just as quickly. “you insolent child, you would deny me what i demand?” your throat, tight and unable to receive air adequately, chokes on its alarm but still you spit, “yes,” “do you want to die?” sukuna threatens, all four of his eyes blazing in a wildfire of homicidal fury around his dilated pupils. “it is nothing to me to swallow the life of another one of you useless nymphs.” your eyes are sharp, a soundless glower as you choke in his hold but make no move to fight against his lethal grasp. you wait out the discomfort for the inevitable outcome: he releases you with an enraged grunt, unfazed by your subsequent string of coughs as you struggle to return your breathing. all the while, satoru’s grip is so tight around your arm, it’s beginning to lose all feeling.

still, despite his obvious seething, he listens. he’s patient. he waits. he sits on his hands and keeps all of that percipitateness at bay.

“where is he? i’ll kill everyone on this god-forsaken oceanside.” you stand with your spine straight, sneering as your soft palm rubs across the aching in your neck where his assault occurred, anger spilling out of you as you indulge in your own impulsivity. “and you will leave with nothing but blood on your hands. you will still walk into the future of your demise. i see it in every path my foresight offers me aside one, you emotionally unstable brute.” wrath-laden eyes mirroring back at one another. “stop your games, knowing nymph.” you scoff and your last lie rolls off your tongue with ease. “this is no game. your ultimate desire is to evade death at the hands of your son and the only foresight i gain in which that outcome occurs is the path that i do not speak what i have discovered about the zeus. even if you find him, you will walk into your death.” “so he does live?” sukuna asks after a long moment of irritated silence. “i was indeed deceived by the rhea.” you nod, sending silent apologies to the rhea, but you have always known that alongside the zeus would be you matching his every step and behind him would be a trail of sacrifices made to ensure the death of the kronos. sacrifices to secure the end of a brutal and bloodthirsty era.

i know that madness will replace madness, but i have time to shift the possibilities for satoru. the kronos is beyond saving. his death is necessary for the continuation of the gods and the divinity that constructs.

“fine,” sukuna grits. “no harm will befall you now, nymph. but should i find that you have deceived me, you will suffer a fate much worse than that of the rhea or even the zeus.” an eye roll. “leave this place. and do not make it a point to return.” a final chuckle. “your knowledge shields you now but one day, i’ll have no use for you or all that your mind contains, and when that day comes, i’ll tear you limb from limb with glee.” you say nothing, knowing that your reactive words will only out you for your lies as they stand and put both you and satoru in alignment with a quick and brutal death. when the kronos disappears, all he leaves behind are his monstrous footprints in the soil and the forestry that quivers in fear even in his absence. for a moment, you’re stuck where you stand, considering all that had just occurred and finally, the rapid pace of your heart catches up to your underlying emotions: nearly crippling fear and intense relief at the simple fact that you manage to survive. once again, you feel the warmth on the underside of satoru’s belly as he attempts to return to his flesh. for a moment, your hand reaches and rests on the surface of his sliminess. “don’t.” you tell him. “not until we’re back in the walls of aegean. it’s not safe. we’re vulnerable until we’re within the reach of my mother and father’s protective blessings.” his warmth goes cool again and you take it as a show of his cooperation, his submission to your initial efforts of forcing him back home. the night begins with you following him out in his aimless wandering and it ends with him clinging to the shape of your shoulders as you slowly begin your trek back to safety. when you’re back in your quarters away from all harm, immediately satoru’s tail unravels from your arm and he slinks down to the floor. you carefully hold out the robes he had abandoned for this form and you watch as his head slowly returns, then his neck and shoulders follow, and the long, thickness of his serpent’s form returns to a state of pale flesh and long limbs. before you know it, satoru stands in front of you, his body towering over you in height. when his eyes look down to observe you, you tilt your head up to match his curious gaze. he makes no move to grab his robes from you, only stares at you, steely blues teeming with nothing shy of concern. his brows bunch in worry, perhaps even remorse. “y/n,” the tenor of his voice a warm murmur. “are you okay?” a nod. “i’m alive.” “why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” the inquiry is wrapped in a tender sense of betrayal. “what if he would have killed you? what would i have done then?” you sigh. “you would have died tonight. that’s what you would have done. you behave as though my harshness is a product of my need to control you and exert power over you but it is nothing shy of my greatest efforts to ensure you see this through to the end. in the future, think before you follow your childish impulsions.” he stares for a moment, the remorse becoming lucid and perceivable in his expression. before either of you speaks, his arms wrap around your frame and pull you taut to his torso for a tight embrace. “don’t,” he pleads, burying his face in the juncture of your neck. the desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “don’t scare me like that again.” the quiver in his speech tells you exactly this: satoru was, even briefly, convinced that he was likely to lose you at the hands of the man he was responsible for protecting you from. perhaps he didn’t take the prophecy as much more than a guarantee of his future power, position, and fate before, but now, you can feel in the way he engulfs you that he does acknowledge even a sliver of responsibility there. your arms encircle his waist as he mumbles into your neck. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. please don’t go.”

thirty two.

eventually, satoru resigns himself to believe that you may just know everything. time and time again, you demonstrate with ease that there aren’t many things that can outwit you. very seldom do you approach any scenario without a plan, without a reasonable counter, without an adequate solution. “gods, all of you are useless today. just bring me the metis and get out of my sight.” of course, you hear him before you see him because you always anticipate him before he sends for you. the zeus is a rather dishonorable man through and through, but he’s the pinnacle of predictable if nothing else. you watch as the fledgling oceanids scurry out in a hurry, relief befalling them all as they leave the zeus’ chambers to seek you out only to find you waiting outside, a calm and knowing expression on your face, as usual. one would think being the best friend and right hand of the most powerful god in all of the heavens would ensure your life’s simplicity, but alas, it is instead, the greatest point of your stress. it’s the center of all the chaos you know and touch. and lately, his erratic emotions and short temper have done nothing but send everyone into a panic. you’re aware it is because the time has come to eliminate his father and yet, many components that were detailed in the prophecy are still missing. “satoru,” you call gently. when he turns to look at you, you watch the irritation in his eyes simmer down and contort into soft relief. “just why are you making the young oceanids fear for their lives?” he huffs, eyes rolling as he approaches you. “they’re useless. they don’t know anything at all. it’s far too exhausting asking them questions.” when he closes the distance between you both, his hands rest on your shoulders and the look he gives you spells out all his fondness for you. still, even to this day, he looks at you and sees only what belongs to him, perhaps the only thing worthy of his protection. “pretty,” he murmurs, tugging on the two intricate braids that fall around your face. “where have you been? i haven’t seen you in days. i need your help.” you sigh. “of course you do, and i knew that you did, obviously.” “obviously,” he mutters. “and so again i ask, where have you been? this isn’t a good time for you to go missing on me, you know.” a huff of a laugh. “i was off doing your dirty work. you’re welcome.” “i’ll thank you when you have the answers i need to kill my father.” he grumbles, an arm sliding gently around your waist. “if i know my metis, you’ve come bearing good news.” you hum thoughtfully. “i’ve come bearing necessities and strong advising.” as you speak, from under your the cloak that covers your shoulders, you retrieve a small velveteen pouch, a deep periwinkle tied in shining, golden rope and you dangle it in front of his face, to which he uses his free hand to take hold of it. a slow smile spreads across his face. “this is the potion?” he confirms and you nod. “you went to retrieve it for me?” there’s a tone of delight as he speaks and draws you in closer. you knew he would be pleased and seeing your efforts grant you the result you desire, the oncoming avalanche of his praise falling over you, makes you shimmer with pride. you traversed between realms just to obtain this potion for him, a dangerous venture that was intended to force sukuna to throw up the bodies of his divine siblings to which zeus could then work with them to destroy him. “i assume this is the necessity.” he murmurs, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your lips. “now, on to your advising. try not to bore me to death.” your eyes narrow. “or perhaps i should take my potion back and let you walk into death. at least i would be rid of you.” “pretty girl knows nearly everything and yet still doesn’t know there’s no getting rid of me. pity,”

adoration glimmers brilliantly in your eyes. a small smile dancing on your lips as your palm rests flat against his chest. he looks over the potion carefully, a musing look on his face. you wonder if he’s worried, if he’s afraid, if he feels confident in what he’s going to do. “ah, my advising,” you recall softly. “be sure to retrieve your siblings first. you’ll need them by your side to destroy him. you cannot kill him alone. if you try, all our life’s endeavors will have been for nought. you will die. i will die. the oceanids will all die along with your recklessness.” and for once, zeus doesn’t offer you a snide remark or self-concerned quip to assure you of his own strength. instead, he takes a deep breath and says exactly what you hope. “i…don’t think that i can go through with this alone. after considering it, even having this, i don’t think i’d live long enough to convince him to take it. he won’t reason with me. the moment he sees me, he’ll try to kill me.” a knowing smile. “and just what do you suggest?” “i know all my life i’ve relied on you. i’m thankful, but i need you now more than ever. you’re the only one i can think of that would live long enough to get close to him and would be able to convince him to drink this.” the words are identical to that of your foresight and you sing a silent hymn of gratitude for all your steps that it’s guided thus far. you nod. “for once, you’re right. i’m proud you came to this conclusion without coercion. perhaps you are ready to be king now.” “i resent my awareness that you saw this long before it occurred, but alas, tell me what’s next, my wise and precious metis.” the words that leave your lips have been spoken before, but this time, there’s pride coupled with a somber understanding that after today, your efforts will shift straight from creating a suitable king into shaping him up into a suitable man. after today, your endeavors are no longer to save all of divinity and the cosmos alike but to simply save yourself. from him and what your devotion to him will lead you to. a glimpse of you suffering the same fate you’re off to rescue his siblings from flashes in your mind’s eye. your smile is sullen but a smile nonetheless. regardless of what you know, you must persist. regardless of the madman you know he’ll become in a state of paranoia, a gentle reflection of his late father no doubt, you must carry on. this is the burden of knowing. “a snake would suit you best right now.”

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS

18+ / mdi

summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?

content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.

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a/n: the teaser for this got way more attention than i was expecting lol i hope u guys enjoy the final product!!

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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.

"Yeah."

"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.

"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."

"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."

That much was true.

You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty – though you weren't faring any better at the time.

The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.

You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.

It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.

Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.

While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.

"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.

"It's nothing."

"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.

Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.

"Do you ever think about dating?"

"Who? You?", he chuckled.

"No, dumbass. I mean in general."

He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.

"What's got you thinking about that?"

"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.

Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.

"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"

Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.

"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."

"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.

Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.

Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?

"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"

"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"

Oh. He was serious.

"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."

"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.

"Mingyu ..."

"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."

Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.

Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.

"Gyu, I-"

"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.

"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.

"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."

The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.

"You've thought about this?"

Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.

"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.

Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.

"Gyu, I-"

"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.

You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about – the Jungkook aspect of it all.

The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.

With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.

"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"

"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."

Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.

"Jungkook-"

"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.

The position made it so that Jungkook was technically sitting behind you. Since you were on Mingyu's lap and sitting sideways on the couch, you were now being sandwiched by both boys. Jungkook still kept a small distance, making you have to turn around in Mingyu's hold to look at him.

While you probably embodied the image of a deer caught in headlights, Mingyu seemed completely relaxed, hands still comfortably on your waist.

"I was actually just catching Y/N up," said Mingyu, an overly cocky tone in his voice as his hands continued to feel up and down your waist.

"Oh? Without me?", chuckled Jungkook, leaning a bit closer.

"What the hell is happening?"

"How much did you tell her?", Jungkook ignored you, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes would occasionally trail down to Mingyu's hands on your waist, a sour look overtaking his face.

It seemed like you had missed a few chapters in the friendship; there was some unspoken agreement between the two in which you were the main character. While it bothered you to think that they'd discussed you in private, the enigma of it all also excited you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the way in which Mingyu's entire demeanor had become possessive when you brought up dating. The reason didn't matter when you were already beginning to heat up.

"Just caught her up a little on the, uh, situation," said Mingyu with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, "Did you know she was thinking about dating?", he asked Jungkook, ignoring your presence while still having his hands on you.

Mingyu's hand had made it under your shirt by now, feeling the warm skin of your back.

"Oh? Since when?", he finally turned to you, scooting up a tiny bit more.

Due to his new proximity, you turned your head around, facing Mingyu again. That proved to be a mistake, as Mingyu was even closer to you. Jungkook also took advantage of this, braving a few more inches in closeness and letting his face come closer to your neck. He pushed your hair aside for better access, simply breathing against you as he awaited your answer.

Responding was the hardest thing in the world. Your mind was simply not working at the moment, the situation being far too intimate for you to fully function. On one side you had the huge hunk of a man that was Mingyu, warm hands against the bare skin of your back all while you sat on his leg. On the other, you had the gorgeous embodiment of a boyfriend that was Jungkook, whose fingers were now slowly running up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he nosed at your neck.

You had your two gorgeous best friends giving you the best type of attention all while your brain fizzled with your tipsiness.

"Answer him, baby," murmured Gyu.

"I- I just," you sighed when Jungkook began leaving feather-light kisses on your neck, "just thought about maybe getting b-back in the market? To meet someone and-"

"But you have us?", Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, seemingly unable to understand the platonic nature behind your friendship.

"That's what I said!", added Mingyu.

"But I want a boyfriend, n-not-"

"Boyfriend? Baby ...", Jungkook disconnected from you, grabbing your head to make you twist your neck in order to look at him, "That's just an upgrade. You want a boyfriend? We'll give you two. You don't need to be looking around for some loser," his eyes gradually lowered to your lips as he spoke, breath heavy against them.

"K-Kook, I-"

"Please say yes? Please just ... Let me show you? We can show you together. Right, Gyu?", he murmured, mere inches away from your mouth.

Before you knew it, you were nodding, far too desperate to voice your desire.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had thought of kissing Jungkook before. Being one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen before, it was hard at first to keep your relationship with him fully platonic, having had to beat down a small crush you had developed on him at an earlier age. His kiss, however, was not something you could've ever predicted.

Even with the awkward angle, and Mingyu's hands still on you, Jungkook gave you the dizziest of kisses. He knew how to get you hooked immediately, starting with a heavy kiss that had you chasing him the moment he pulled away. With a quiet and breathy laugh, he kissed you again, languid and wet in the way his tongue snuck between your lips, seamlessly making its way into your mouth to play with yours.

Shamelessly, you moaned against his lips, hands digging into Mingyu's shoulders as he continued to hold you. The slight awkwardness of making out with Jungkook while giving your back to Mingyu, yet still holding onto him, was present in your mind. However, Jungkook's sensual yet playful way of kissing you took up most of your attention.

But you knew Mingyu to be a whiny mess of a man at times, so you knew it wouldn't be long before he attempted to regain your attention. The evidence was in the way he felt you up all throughout, hands on your breasts as he pinched at your nipples through your shirt, groaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands. Occasionally, his hands would go down to your cunt, ghosting the place where you needed the most attention before making their way back up to your chest.

Pulling you away by the waist, you were forced to separate from Jungkook, eyes still closed as your lips chased his own. This time Jungkook's lips also attempted to regain possession over yours, with his tongue catching a few last nasty licks of your own.

"It's my turn," grumbled Mingyu, making you turn back to him, "You're on my lap but kiss him only? Baby, we're supposed to share you!", he pouted.

Giggling, you got even closer to him, cradling his head in your hands as you lightly pulled at his hair.

You turned to Jungkook one quick last time, "Kookie?"

His eyes lit up at your question, giving you a view of his round eyes as he gave you his full attention.

"Scoot closer, yeah? Put your hands around me," you encouraged him, humming in contentment when he went above and beyond and began to kiss your neck in the process.

Turning back to Mingyu, there was still an ever-so-present pout on his features, making you giggle again before finally kissing his lips.

Now, Mingyu's kiss was completely different from that of Jungkook's.

You had known Mingyu for as much time as you had Jungkook. He had a bit of a reputation when you had first met, being known as a guy who would occasionally sleep around with other idols, and sometimes staff. Now at 26, he had been retired from that era of his life for a while, but you'd be lying if you didn't say he always made you wonder. He always had all the girls swooning, instantly falling in love with his outgoing persona and his incomparable charisma. His looks also did not help matters. Being so handsome and likable, you occasionally fell victim to his charms, sometimes needing to snap yourself out of R rated thoughts you'd have about him on nights you were feeling particularly lonely.

His kiss felt exactly the way he looked. It was rich and insanely hot. Mingyu made love to your mouth, using his tongue in ways you didn't know a man could. He was domineering in the way he kissed you, with a firm hand on your jaw so he could position you in a way that allowed him to kiss you just the way he liked. And he liked it nasty. He liked it wet and filthy and in a way that made you sure you'd cum if he kissed you for a little too long.

You could barely catch up to the situation, having one gorgeous man fucking your mouth with his tongue while the other suckled at the most sensitive spots of your neck. In the meantime, your cunt was gushing with essence, already so extremely wet you were beginning to squirm in Mingyu's hold.

You attempted to pull away once, only to be enticed into kissing Mingyu again as he groaned against you, tongue seducing yours once more. You attempted to pull away twice, having his arms wrap tighter around you. The third time is when you finally succeeded, whining against Mingyu's mouth that you needed more. This caused yet another groan to come out of Mingyu, only to be echoed by Jungkook's own groan against your neck.

They both disconnected from you, looking to each other in a decisive manner, almost as if to formulate a game plan.

"I want her first," said Jungkook, slapping Mingyu's hands away from you and attempting to move you onto his lap.

Mingyu stopped him, holding you tighter against him as he rebutted, "You? She's already on my lap. I should have her first."

"Dude, I'm about to blow up. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her while I recover," be argued, hands fighting Mingyu's off of you.

"Why can't I choose?", you butt in, annoyed.

Their demeanors swiftly changed at your interruption, both pairs of hands now touching either your waist or thighs in an intimate yet caring manner.

"What do you want, pretty? My cock? Hmm?", asked Mingyu with a sweet voice in an attempt to convince you. Meanwhile, Jungkook wordlessly kissed at your neck again, nibbling at your ear and smirking at how you shuddered at the feeling.

"I-", you were already lightheaded again, "I wanna suck your dick, Gyu. Want Kookie to fuck me while I suck your dick," you murmured, hand holding Jungkook's head against your neck to keep his kisses coming.

Mingyu groaned at this, nodding absentmindedly. He began to shift, attempting to get up in order to get himself ready for you, but you stopped him.

"Undress me? Both of you?", you asked in the softest voice you could muster. You wanted both their hands on you at once, feeling your nude body for the first time. You knew their desire for you was already clouding their minds, so you wanted to do everything in your power to relish in every single touch, every look filled with lust they would give you.

Without another word, both boys got up, standing you up with them. Their hands were messy and uncoordinated as they got every garment off you, feeling you up in the process. Your breasts were groped and fondled multiple times in the process, while Jungkook pressed your ass up against him any chance he could, groaning at the slight stimulation.

Finally undressed, you decided to turn around once more, facing Jungkook as you kissed him with no warning. You smirked into his mouth when you felt Mingyu grab you from behind and press your ass up against him, grinding slowly against you. You knew it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, but you enjoyed knowing he was needy enough to use you in such a fruitless way just for a little stimulation.

Meanwhile, your hands went straight to Jungkook's oversized top, hands sneaking underneath to feel up his muscular form, hands harshly rubbing on his strong chest. It seemed Jungkook was overly sensitive to your touch. He whined needy breaths into your mouth as you felt him up. Taking off his shirt, you moaned as you saw the gorgeous figure of your best friend.

God, he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't wait until you saw the rest of his pretty body, sculpted by the endless hours of work you knew he always put into the gym. The endless hours in which you had accompanied him to said gym, always having to look away before you started to have inpure thoughts of your best friend.

He helped you in the removing of his pants and boxers, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your neck, he groaned against your skin, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after having wanted you for so long.

Behind you, you heard shuffling, assuming Mingyu to have been removing his own clothes as he waited for his turn of your attention to come. You felt badly at leaving him hanging for too long, knowing him to have an overly impatient disposition when he didn't receive attention for extended periods of time.

Playing with Jungkook's cock just for a little longer, you gave him one last kiss before turning around and trapping Mingyu in his own kiss. Unlike with Jungkook, you didn't linger long, opting instead to push him down the large conversation pit – thank god for Jungkook's insanely big mansion – located just a few steps away from the couch where it had all begun. This way you could have all the space you wanted to play with your friends.

Now lying down, Mingyu looked you up and down like you were his next prey, licking his lips at the sight and motioning at you to come sit on him despite knowing that you wanted something else.

"C'mon, baby. Ditch him. Don't you want me instead?," he leaned upwards to try and convince you of sitting on him.

It was hard to deny him with his cock staring up at you in such a challenging manner. He was equally as gorgeous as your other bestie, but in so many different ways. Mingyu was so big and thick and buff, he had you salivating at the mere sight of him. He was so toned yet so thick, and his dick matched perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had your eyes rolling back already. Did he really mean it when he said he'd be yours? That he and Jungkook would share you? The idea of a boyfriend sounded stupid in retrospect.

Despite all your better judgment telling you to jump Mingyu and let him impale you with his cock right then and there, you knew that starting off with Jungkook would give you a better buildup. You also knew that based on Jungkook's competitive personality, he'd become even whinier than Mingyu if you didn't let him take care of you first.

Fully determined, you turned back to Jungkook, who had been standing there in a trance, now having a better view of your body and keeping his eyes religiously glued to it. You grabbed onto him and walked yourself back to the large conversation pit, eyes glued to Jungkook's in a seductive manner as you guided him to the area in which Mingyu was already lying down. In only a few seconds, you let go of Jungkook and positioned yourself in front of Mingyu at an eye level with his cock while he sat up and looked down at you with a pained look in his eyes. In all fours, your back faced Jungkook, hinting at him to get behind you so that you could finally get back to business.

With a groan, Jungkook knelt behind you, needy hands feeling the curve of your back as he pushed you up against him. In the meantime, you began softly playing with Mingyu's cock, making him throw his head back at finally receiving some attention where he'd been craving it for so long.

"You're so pretty, fuck ... No one deserves you, baby. Too fucking pretty n perfect n fuck ... Can I fuck you now, pretty? Hmm? Let me have this pretty pussy while you suck off your bestie," rambled Jungkook from behind you, head lowered so he could kiss at your hips.

You whined and pushed up your ass against him, giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, when suddenly he stopped.

"Fuck, wait. Condom?", he asked, making Mingyu groan, as you were about to engulf him in your mouth but also halted your movements to tend to Jungkook's question.

"It's okay, Kookie. The company put me on some new birth control. You can fuck me raw," you smirked up at Mingyu, giggling at yet another groan of his.

"He gets you raw? Baby, I'm the one who started all this! How's that fair?", he huffed.

Taking a quick separation from Jungkook, you gestured for Mingyu to lean down so he could meet you halfway. With a wet kiss, you made your way to his ear and whispered against it.

"I'm saving you for last, baby. Gonna ride you til I cry ... Now be good and cum in my mouth?"

He groaned so loudly his entire body vibrated under you as you crawled your way back to your previous position. Jungkook simply laughed at the interaction.

Feeling you up once more, Jungkook finally grabbed onto his cock and lined himself up, groaning at the gushing wetness that coated his cock as he entered you. Your own moan was masked by Mingyu's cock, which you were currently working into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck ... It's so tight, baby ... It's so fuckin' warm n tight n so pretty, baby. Such a pretty cunt," babbled Jungkook, immediately pussydrunk.

Could he be blamed? He had wanted you for years. From the moment he met you, he cursed at himself for being so damn shy and initiating a friendship with you rather than showing you his interest. His members constantly teased him over it, even so many years into his crush. When he first found out Mingyu also had similar ideas in mind, he felt conflicted. But he ultimately grew close enough to the two of you to the point where he wouldn't mind sharing you with his bestest of friends.

Your muffled moans completely took him out of it, taking away any ability to think or speak. He simply chased after you with his hips, canting them against your own as you pushed back against him.

"Is it good, pretty? Like my cock?" he winced at the way you tightened any time he'd speak to you.

"So good, Kookie. So big ...," you pulled away from Mingyu to breathe before going back to licking and sucking at his tip, moaning against him as his eyes rolled back.

You were practically centipede in Jungkook's living room, with Mingyu lying on his back as you gagged on his cock and Jungkook pounding into you from behind. All your senses were overtaken by the mindless quest for pleasure you had all taken on.

"You're so good with your mouth, pretty ... Fuck, look so pretty stuffed of cock," Mingyu gasped, throwing his head back, "Like how he fucks you, baby? Just wait til I get to you ... Gonna stuff that pretty pussy so good ..."

You moaned against his cock, already thirsty for him even as Jungkook continued to ram into you. Pushing your ass back against him, you felt Jungkook's nails dig into the skin of your hips, adoring how malleable you were for him.

"Baby ... 'm gonna cum soon ... Feels so fucking good, pretty. You're so fucking g-good for me. Wanted you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea ..." murmured Jungkook as he entered his high, hips lacking any control in their movements.

Jungkook had always been the most sensible of the bunch, never holding back from expressing how strongly he felt for the people in his life. The pleasure must've been so much that it made him unfiltered in revealing the undeniable effect you had on him.

"W-where do I cum? Fuck, gonna fucking cum, it's so good, baby. Take it so good for me, shit ..."

You were too busy gagging on cock to respond right away, so you had to take a minute to pull away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while also holding yourself up with the other one.

"Inside? Cum inside, Kookie. I'll- I'll cum too," you were breathless, barely able to get the words out as a petulant Mingyu whined at you to help him finish, hands going behind your head and lightly encouraging you to get your mouth back on him.

"Inside? Fuck, okay, baby. Gonna fill you up, yeah?", he groaned, muttering to himself right afterwards, "Fucking finally ..."

His hips sped up drastically as his high approached, making you choke around Mingyu not just due to his girth, but due to the intense ramming against your ass. Though harsh and with an unmatchable energy, you continued to try and push your hips back toward his own, wanting to milk him dry as your own high invaded your senses.

His desperation for you made you feel so incredibly good, like you were the prettiest girl to ever exist. It made you arch your back a little deeper, take a little more of Gyu's cock, dig your nails a little harsher into the cushion of the conversation pit. You heightened all your actions just to feel him a little more.

And then it reached its crescendo. All while Jungkook whimpered and cried at how sensitive he felt at your tightening walls, Mingyu also found his own high. You were too distracted with your own orgasm to acknowledge him asking you for permission to cum in your mouth, instead suctioning more intensely to wordlessly give him an enthusiastic yes, please fill up my mouth with your cum.

By the time Mingyu filled up your mouth, Jungkook had already finished his high, now kneeling behind you as he peppered kisses all over your back and hips, whispering against you how good you had been for him and how pretty you looked with his cum leaking out of you. Fully drunk on the aftermath of his high, Jungkook loved on you like any lover would.

In the meantime, you attempted to swallow every bit of Mingyu's essence, moaning against his cock afterwards as you licked at every lone drop that made it out of your mouth.

By the end of it, you were all completely spent. Each of you dropped one by one, with Jungkook lying on his back as he caught his breath, you falling onto Mingyu, and Mingyu attempting to pull you up to climb his body so that he could kiss you again.

With the very little energy you had regained, you crawled up Mingyu's body, making out with him as he attempted to lick his way into your mouth in order to taste himself in your mouth. Kissing evolved into feeling each other up, which then became grinding your now sensitive pelvises against each other. Surprisingly, Mingyu was still half-hard, which gave you the perfect surface to grind your cunt into. He sat up, making you sit up with him before beginning to leave kisses on the side of your neck.

"Baby? Gonna ride me like you said, right? Just .. Fuck, want that pretty pussy, baby. It's my turn to have that tiny little cunt wrapped around me, yeah?", he murmured between kisses.

You gave in to him easily, gasping at every word that accompanied every kiss.

Nodding mindlessly, you almost forgot to think back to Jungkook, who was probably still recovering from his orgasm.

"W-what about Kookie?," you mumbled when Mingyu began positioning you above his cock.

"Don't worry about me, pretty. Just enjoying the view", you turned back to see Jungkook lying back on his elbows, one hand on his semi-flacid cock as he began to work himself up at the sight of you sitting on your best friend.

Well, that worked well enough for you.

"Now pay attention to me, princess. Been ignoring me all day today," Mingyu grabbed onto your chin to make you look at him, thumb softly rubbing at your chin as he tilted your head back.

You were insanely wet by now, not only from your orgasm but also from just Mingyu's mere presence. Knowing how intense and touchy Mingyu always was in PG scenarios, you couldn't help your eyes rolling back at the thought of him between the sheets. His heavy cock on your tongue had been enough of a taste to know how good it'd feel when finally inside you.

His strong hands lifted you up a bit, rescuing his dick from under you as he helped you position it under you, holding tightly onto your hips when you began to lower yourself down. You would've moaned and whined at the immense stretch, but Mingyu had different plans for your mouth. His thick fingers slipped into your mouth, making you gag a bit before you began sucking on them.

Too many things were on your mind, with all your senses being invaded by Mingyu – though also accompanied by Jungkook's low moans of pleasure behind you. Even as your body was bouncing against Mingyu's, attempting to match his thrusts, your head was completely empty of any thought. All you could think about was Mingyu, and his cock, and his fingers, and his pretty body, and and and-

"Feel good, princess? Love my cock, hmm? Tell me how much you like my cock, angel," he groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth, using the wet fingertips to tweak at your nipple as his mouth engulfed the opposite one.

"So much ... It's so big. Fuck, Gyu, you're s-so big ..."

Barely able to formulate words, you cried as Mingyu helped you bounce on him, occasionally opting to grind in a way that made your clit get the perfect stimulation. It all felt too good. Mingyu's gigantic hands on your body while his lips suckled on your tits as Jungkook groaned so prettily behind you. You were far too sensitive and alert to hold back from the life-altering orgasm that was to come. So, you voiced this concern to Mingyu.

His response came in the form of flipping you around and trapping you underneath him. His big hands held onto your waist, lifting you a bit so he could angle himself just right. Eyes rolling back and nails digging onto the bed, you lost yourself in him. Jungkook seemed to be completely lost to pleasure also. You could finally see him after Mingyu flipped you over, and fuck ... He looked so desperate, so depraved in the way he hammered into his cock, mouth permanently agape as he let out little praises to you.

"I need you to cum for me, okay, princess? Show Jungkook how good I make you feel. Need you to milk me dry, yeah? Can you do that for me?", he dumbly talked down at you with a tone that could only be seen as patronizing in any other context. But here, you loved it. You loved how dumbly he treated you. Because it was true. You could not think, you could not speak. Your senses were all gone and replaced by a constant stream of cock cock cock as Mingyu finally made you reach your orgasm.

Mingyu played with you through the entirety of your orgasm, rubbing at your clit with one hand while holding you with the other, his lips constantly attached to your tits.

"G-gyu, I- fuck! C-cumming! Please, I-" you had no idea what you were begging for as your orgasm completely took over, making you tighten around Mingyu as he mumbled into your chest, letting you know of his own impending high.

Despite having already had an equally fulfilling orgasm, this second one brought out a new sensitivity in you. Falling under Mingyu, you whimpered at the way he flipped you over again to lay on his chest, caressing your back and pressed you up against him, even more when Jungkook laid beside you and softly ran his hands through your hair.

The three of you laid there together, with you halfway laying on Mingyu while Jungkook laid on the opposite side of you, cuddling into you. Behind you, you could feel Jungkook's flacid member, meaning he had also reached a second high along with you and Mingyu. Lying there together, completely sober now, you eventually let sleep take over you, nuzzling into both boys in a satisfied manner.

A few days passed by since your encounter with the 97s. They were pretty eventful as far as your job went, attending a few photoshoots and practicing constantly for whatever new activity was coming up for your group. However, things between you and your friends had remained stagnant. You didn't think they had ghosted you or anything like that, but the timing of your busy schedules picking up right after breaking your platonic relationship did make you anxious.

When you'd woken up that next day, Mingyu was gone, having left one of the packs of ramen cooked and ready for you with a note attached detailing how much he enjoyed last night, saying he had wanted to stay and say goodbye but had a a schedule that had been calling for him. It was signed with his name and a little heart.

Jungkook had been half-awake already, having carried you to his bed when he had woken up, right after Mingyu's departure. You had wanted to talk about last night, but also had a schedule over at the company, so you left after cuddling with a sleepy Jungkook for a short while, not really discussing anything, yet sharing a sweet kiss as a goodbye for the day.

And so you hadn't really seen them since then. It was the unfortunate reality of idol life. That night had been the first in a few weeks in which you'd even been able to see each other. You were unsure when the next one would come, but you needed it to be soon. The remembrance of that night kept messing with your head, especially any time you'd see either of your friends in passing at the Hybe building, never being free long enough for a worthy interaction.

On the fourth night since the incident, you finally had more time off for yourself, hoping maybe they did too. Mingyu got ahead of you in that aspect, texting you the previous night, somehow aware of your time off, and asking you over. There was no deeper interpretation to be had in his message, as it was pretty straightforward. Nervous as to whether to expect a repeat of last time or a conversation about it, you let him know you'd be there.

Jungkook and Mingyu had always been closer to each other than to you. Going out together was always easier for them since no scandalous rumors would arise from it. They were also often in the same friend groups, knowing more male idols than you did due to the nature of the industry. It was easy for you to assume that they had already spoken about what had happened, even before it happened. Throughout the night, they kept referencing some type of agreement they'd had regarding you and dating. It was hard to assume, but you wondered if they meant sharing you – as strange as it sounded.

Your questions would only be answered tonight, leading you to some anxiety before finally arriving to Mingyu's.

~

"I missed you," were Mingyu's first words when he welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug as he usually did. Hugging Mingyu was, in your opinion, one of your life's greatest privileges. He was so big and strong, it always felt like being completely engulfed in the safest of spaces.

His hug was followed by one of Jungkook's, less tight in nature but just as rewarding. He held onto your waist and nuzzled against you, always attempting to bury himself in whoever he held in his arms.

Quietly, they guided you to Mingyu's living room, slightly smaller than Jungkook's but still very much reminiscent of a millionaire's home.

You looked over to the coffee table, tilting your head in confusion at the presence of cans of diet soda rather than the usual alcohol Mingyu would always provide. Sensing your confusion, Mingyu chuckled.

"No alcohol today. Thought you might wanna talk about what happened," he sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to him so you'd join him. Behind to you, Jungkook joined, sitting on a lone seat facing you and Mingyu. No matter where you looked, the two boys would be in front of you.

"We've been keeping you in the dark, huh?," pondered Jungkook, handing you a freshly opened can of soda, "Sorry about that. No easy way to tell your best friend you're into her."

Oh. He was going straight to the point.

"I like you, if that wasn't clear already," he let out a breathless chuckle, attempting to hold eye contact but failing.

He was much better at this when he was working his way into your pants.

"And so do I," interrupted Mingyu.

Wait.

"Are you-"

"We both like you."

"I- Have you talked about this?"

"Uh, it's come up, yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck.

"I don't really know what to say ..."

"We just ... You had fun the other night, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, it was great," you took a breath, "but we're friends. Right?"

You weren't sure if you were being rational or not. Did you like Mingyu and Jungkook? Sure. But together? At the same time? You had never considered such type of relationship.

"We- we don't have to be just friends," added Jungkook, not much confidence in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again, "We like you, and we know that you like us back. Maybe not in the same way, but you do. That night would've gone very differently if you didn't."

You could've lied. You could've lied and left it off as an amazing one night stand with your two best friends. But the thought of never feeling what you felt that night ever again was not something you wanted to risk. It wasn't just about the pleasure. You had meant what you said that night; you wanted a stable relationship. You wanted someone to call a best friend, but be more than that. Someone to hold you at night. The three of you had always been glued by the hip, but you had never really thought of what it'd be like to take the next step – to have them be that person (or those people).

There were just too many questions in your head. Would this change your relationship negatively? Would they actually want to share you? Would this go anywhere?

You opted for answering Jungkook's question with another question.

"Are you okay with both of you liking me?"

They looked at each other for a moment before Mingyu ultimately answered.

"We've discussed it," he started, "When we first realized we both liked you, it did cause some tension. But the closer we got to you, the more we realized that we just wanted to be with you. Whether as friends or as more, we just wanted you."

You gulped at the confession, feeling your face heating up all of the sudden.

"I- I don't know what to say, I- I like you too. Both of you. I always thought that it was just as friends, but ... there'd be moments where I'd wonder. And after that night, I just-"

Jungkook leaned forwards, grabbing onto your hands. He smiled, ignoring most of your words and paying attention to what he cared about the most – you liked him.

"You like me back? Us? Do you- We could treat you so right. I- I've wanted you since we met. I've liked you for so long and ... Not just for sex. We could be more," his words were slightly frantic in nature, almost as if he wanted to sell something to you.

He didn't need any selling. You liked him. It became more and more glaring by the minute.

"Nothing has to change. We've been friends for this long. Just ... That guy you're looking for? To settle down with? That could be us," added Mingyu, placing a palm on your thigh for reassurance.

"What happens if I say yes?"

Mingyu's eyes grew dark.

"Do you want the PG version?"

You shook your head, mouth agape as you looked to Mingyu.

His face lit up as he leaned closer and closer to you, lips approaching the sensitive spots he had discovered on your neck just a few days ago. Stopping for just one moment, he looked to Jungkook to gesture he sit opposite of you, making you become sandwiched by both men yet again.

Now with both boys kissing down your neck, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch, attempting to fight the shudders escaping your body at the sensation.

"As our girlfriend ... we'd take you on dates," Mingyu sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, licking at it afterwards, "buy you pretty gifts, keep you warm at night," he took a pause, licking up the length of your neck, "take care of you every day."

Jungkook continued from where Mingyu left off, leaving soft whispers of kisses under your ear, "We share you. We take you home, cook for you, protect you," he nipped at your lobe, "We love you like no one else could ever imagine."

By now, you were gone. Through their whispered promises, their hands had decided to intrude your space yet again. Jungkook's had found a home between your legs, running up your skirt and gracing at your cunt, but only enough to have you puffing out breaths of desire. Mingyu's had migrated upwards, lowering the straps of your dress and liberating your breasts, hands needy as they pulled and tweaked at your nipples.

"What do you say, princess?", Mingyu pulled away, lips reaching your own, "Wanna have two boyfriends?", he pecked at your lips sensually.

"Mhmm ...", you nodded pathetically, not trusting your voice.

Jungkook groaned at your answer, hand finally slipping inside your panties, "Good girl ..."

"Fuck, gonna treat you so good, gorgeous," said Mingyu, continuing to kiss at your lips tongue seeking your own.

His lips trailed down to your breasts, sensually licking at your nipples, gradually giving them more and more attention. By the end of it, you were crying at the sensitivity.

Jungkook continued to play with your cunt, driving his fingers through your folds at a rhythmic pace that made your hips take a mind of their own, grinding upwards with a complete lack of coordination.

You were so focused on Jungkook's fingers that you didn't notice Mingyu making his way down your body, now kneeling between your legs as his lips made their way up your thighs, marking them to his heart's contentment.

"So fucking pretty ... Been wanting your pretty thighs around my head for years, princess ...", he mumbled to himself, nosing his way towards your cunt. When he finally arrived, he nudged Jungkook's finger's away, sticking his nose against your cunt as he took a shameless whiff of your scent, groaning gruttaly against you.

"So good ... Fuck, need this pretty cunt so bad. Can I have it, baby? Hmm? Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy?" he asked between depraved licks of your cunt through your panties.

Hiccuping back a sob, you nodded, opening your legs wider as you took a hold of Jungkook's hand for support.

Needing no further confirmation, Mingyu went straight into your cunt, ignoring the obstacle of your panties by pushing them aside. In the meantime, Jungkook's hand went to your chin, turning your whiny lips to his own and giving you a languid kiss. His tongue played with your own, taking advantage of your constant cries of pleasure to suck at your tongue and bite your lips as much as he desired.

Your hands went from holding onto Jungkook for support to his pants, undoing the drawstring as he continued to kiss you. With shaky hands, you snuck your hands in, pulling out his hardened cock as you began to jerk it in your hand. Now you were even; equally pathetic cries being released into each other's mouths as you both chased your highs.

Beneath you, you almost missed the way Mingyu's hips began humping against the couch, groans being released into your cunt due to the stimulation. You were far too distraed by kissing Jungkook, but Mingyu's eyes were rolled all the way back as his hips became uncontrollable, cumming in his boxers just moments before he licked you to completion.

Even as you came, Mingyu's lips didn't leave your cunt, just as yours stayed on Jungkook's. The room was a mess of wet sounds of tongues as Mingyu finally separated himself from you to take a breath.

"Prettiest fucking cunt," he mumbled to himself as he let himself lay on the floor of his living room in exhaustion.

"C-cum! 'm gonna cum ...", Jungkook managed to mumble against your lips, attempting to pull back but being enticed by your lips to continue kissing. Your hands sped up at his warning, warning his pretty seed to coat your hands as he reached his nirvana.

With a last groan, Jungkook froze against you while riding his high, hips pathetic in their movements against your hand. Bringing up your hand to your lips, you made a show of licking the remnants of cum, grinning when you beard a unison of groans from both boys.

Out of breath, Jungkook leaned against you, cuddling into you with a satisfied yet smile.

"So, was that a yes?"

Mingyu made his way to the couch again, taking up the last bit of personal space you had.

You chuckled.

"Yes. That was a yes."

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"Fuck, missed you so much. You have no idea," whispered Jungkook against your neck.

After having cornered you in one of Hybe's many endless hallways, Jungkook had grabbed you by the hand and led you to an empty changing room, pushing you up against the door and burying his face in your neck. It was mostly innocent, sans the feathery kisses down your neck. His hands were still in appropriate places.

"I was only gone for a month," you giggled against him.

"A month too long. Do you know how annoying Mingyu gets when you're not around? Jesus Christ," he groaned in mock annoyance, refusing to separate from your neck.

Breathing you in, he hummed, arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you.

"Where is he, by the way?"

"What, not enough attention from one of your boyfriends?", he softly bit at your neck in defiance, licking at the mark he left when you jumped in surprise.

"No! Just ... Missed seeing you two together."

After only a month of entering a romantic relationship, you were embarrassed to admit, but you had become quite needy, always wanting them around. This had led to a few problems within your company, which was blissfully unaware of your three-way relationship, but still had to deal with how much closer you had gotten – especially in public. There had been a few more rumors as of late, though none actually traced back to anything credible.

"He's at the gym. Should be here any minute, though, since he knows you're back."

"Hmm," you hummed, disconnecting him from your neck despite his complaints, "Wanna start without him?" you grinned.

With a boyish nod and a peak of his bunny teeth, the pretty boy agreed, dragging you over to one of the empty couches in the room.

...

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hot physiotherapist | j.potter

SUMMARY, james has a rugby accident and has to take physiotherapy - he’s pretty down about, but all that depressions forgotten as soon as he sees you, his physiotherapist. why had he not done this sooner?

James Potter was miserable.

A very odd occurrence, although it did happen (evidently). He was pouting the whole way as Remus drove them to the physiotherapists, Sirius was giggling to himself in the backseat the whole time—Remus, ever the angel he was, tried to cheer James up by giving him complete control over the music in the car and even greeting him with his coffee order and a chocolate croissant.

James was still miserable.

“Have fun, darling boy!” Sirius chirped out the window as James got out of the car, “try not to break any bones on your way in. God forbid you need physiotherapy.”

He burst out into borderline manic cackles and fell down completely into the row of backseats, never one to wear his seatbelt as he hated being constricted—James glared with upmost venom and hatred at the backseat windows, Tarzan looking cunt.

“I hope everything goes well.” Remus’ voiced gently, shooting his boyfriend a blank stare even as he tried to stop his own amusement. “D’ya want me to fetch you any food or anything for you when you come out?”

“No. Thanks.”

Remus winced.

James was still miserable.

He trotted his way indoors, cursing inside his head at the shooting pains all up his back and his hips, with the largest pout there ever was he made his way over to the reception and told them who he was—why he was here, before behind asked to take a seat in one of the rooms where he would be joined shortly by the physiotherapist.

He sat, frowning at the large room with equipment and soft turquoise coloured walls for a short about of time and then the door opened.

And then his world stopped.

In you stepped. . your hair was tugged into a low ponytail, front strands out of the pony to frame your face. He had died, he was certain. Your skin looked so soft, the beaming white lights giving you the most heavenly glow, he was sure you were an actual angel. Your eyes gleamed beautifully, and he was lost in the exact shade of them—trying to pinpoint every little detail and speck of colour. Your lips were pulled into such a fucking lovely smile, he could’ve melted (he did melt). Even from where you stood in the door, he was greeted in the pleasant aroma of your perfume and he felt like he was floating.

Your mouth was open—oh my god he was missing an opportunity to hear your voice—wait, what had you been saying. Balls.

“Um—h—muhuh?”

Double balls.

Your beautiful smile didn’t even waver in the slightest, though, amusement weaved it’s way into your eyes and created a mesmerising pattern into your irises that he forever engraved into his memory.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr Potter! My names Y/N and I’ll be your physiotherapist for the foreseeable future.” You grinned, walking closer to him, “Hopefully.”

Wha—was that flirting? No! You had said it in a normal tone, like Hi I hope I stay your physiotherapist because it is literally my job, James and I enjoy it. But—yeah, no. It was like that. You were so close to him now—so so much more beautiful up close, he didn’t think that was even humanly attainable.

“Yeah—i—I hope so too, ma’am.”

MA’AM?!

Somebody sedate me, he thought.

You didn’t seem thrown off or even slightly offended, or disgusted by him. Which was, good, really, really good.

Instead, you let out this little bubbly burst of laughter and fucking hell, James knew from that point he was gone and could never return. His eyes were probably comically wide and maybe in literal heart shapes but he could truly care less. He look at you in awe—your nose scrunched when you laughed, your eyes squinted and to James you just became even more perfect.

“Please, call me Y/N—Ma’am sounds overly American anyway—“

“Would you prefer Miss?”

I’m never leaving the house again.

You blinked.

He almost stumbled to his knees in apology though that would obviously only give you the impression he was more of a creep than you already thought he was—but—hold on. He watched, mouth falling open just slightly, as your cheeks flushed a very very pretty pink and your mouth formed into the cutest smile he’d ever seen in his entire life.

He was definitely leaving the house again, and it was going to be to come here everyday.

“Just Y/N is fine, thank you for being so considerate though.” You laughed teasingly.

“Can I be upgraded to just James?”

“Oh? You don’t want to he called miss? Or Ma’am?” You grinned at him, white teeth glistening from under your full lips, cheeks turning a faint rosy shade under the strength of your grin and a strand of hair swooping in front of your eye. He was in love. “Or, Sir maybe?”

Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

James is one hundred percent that he would’ve fallen over fast first had he been standing and he’s never been more thankful he’s not. He can feel his cheeks turn red—his face heating up to an embarrassingly tomato red state at an embarrassingly quick rate.

“Nah—Ju—Just James, please.” He huffed out, moving the material of his shirt dramatically off his chest and fanning himself. “Is—um, is it hot in here or is just you? Me! Is it just me?!”

You smile at him, adorably crinkle eyed and slightly pink cheeked, looking every bit the goddess and the angel James already knew with certainty that you were.

James Potter was, as it turns out, no longer miserable.

In fact, he can’t wait for his next appointment.

Marathon Sex

Warning: Marathon sex, tons of cumming, tons of orgasms, doggy and mating press, squirting, breeding

Oh god, this was it. You were going to die. You were going to die because he can't stop fucking you.

You don't know what's happening, you couldn't even tell someone your own name if they asked. Your grip on the sheets was starting to get loose, tears flowing down to your cheeks, mouth hanging open with drool pooling on the sheets as you were already fucked out of your mind.

"Come on baby just keep your legs on my shoulders. Can you do that for me?" His breath is hot against your ear. "F-fuck please" he says through a groan. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind you would think that he was actually begging. And you were right. He isn't a whimpering man but here he is, voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt

You are too dumb to reply, only spurting outcries and whines about how good he was fucking you. He snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a dream, the bed was shaking immensely with the headboard banging on the wall and you were losing your mind from the friction of his dick against your walls. How long have you been in this mating press? How many times have you cummed? How many times has he cummed in you?

"Wanna fuck you every day," he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "fuck fuck fuck," he swears, as he brings a hand to the back of your head and presses your lips onto his. Your so dazed you practically drool into the kiss, letting him entangle his tongue with yours until spit smeared on either side of your lips. He doesn’t slow the movement for a second as he kisses you, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the brutality.

Suddenly, it hits you. Like an ignition of fire your brain goes white and you feel yourself ascend to euphoria.

“You gonna cum baby?" he coos into your hear, pressing light kisses on the hollow of your neck. "fuck, cum for me baby, please, cum on me." His hand flew between your bodies to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around his cock that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. Your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” He fucks you through your orgasm, pouring every ounce of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against yours, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. But he's not done.

Before you could recover, he rolls you onto your back, in doggy, and slips into you. After the first thrust he has to hold still for a second, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would burst inside you again. But the moment of rest only lasts for a second. He resumes his brutal pace, pumping himself in and out of you.

You are wetter then ever down there, there is no longer friction only the mind-numbing pleasure of his tip hitting your cervix again and again.

There is no warning when he cums inside you again, you only know when you feel his cum drip down your thigh.

"Feel so good, you feel so good baby."

You're in heaven right now. Your mind has gone to a different space detached from this world. Every time he pushes into you, this tip of his dick rubbed perfectly against the gummy spot in you that made your whole body shake.

“Fuckkkk… I’ll fill you up, make you a mommy, you’d like that wouldn’t you… shit.”

All you can do is dumbly nod as you felt the crescendo of your euphoria building and building. It was so hot, your skin was radiating heat and before you could say anything you were tumbling toward the end faster then you could put a stop to it.

“S’feels weird~” you babble, too fucked dumb to properly pronunciate words.

“Oh yeah? What does it feel like?” He coos, grabbing either side of your hips harder to fuck himself into you from your behind.

“Like m’gonna pee I don’t-hah-” something was pressing down on your stomach and it was overtaking your body; too fast to put a stop to it. You started to shake, abdomen clenching and mouth going into the lock jaw, tongue rolling out as you squirted clear juices everywhere.

“Oh f- good girl" He says through a groan, not stopping for a second as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him.

GOJO, GETO, TOJI, SUKUNA, NANAMI, CHOSO, SANAMI, TENGEN, BOKUTO, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, SHIGARAKI, DABI

uzui could fuck you to sleep and awake all in one night if he really wanted to. he put that dick down so well that it had you gasping for air like you went out for a ten-minute swim. you would think that having four wives would tire him out, exhaust him, and put him in hibernation for the next two weeks, but it did quite the opposite.

every time he would come see you, his eyes would sparkle right before fucking you crazy. he loved you so much it was almost indescribable, but a close second to loving you so much, he could hear his heart beat in his ears whenever he looked at you. he loved fucking you. there was something about how you felt that made him lose his sanity, and he just couldn't stop. the feeling of your pussy clenched around him had his cum leaking inside of you with every stroke.

foursomes were a no-go with you; he didn't even harp on it for a second longer; he wanted to give you and your body his undivided attention; he made love to your body and couldn't have any distractions when doing so. licking all on you, telling you how pretty you were when you took his dick, giving you hickies from your neck to your pussy, he was true to this, not new to this.

he made sure to take his time with you, one leg on his shoulder and his hand holding the other one up as he fucked you deep and slow, his hair down and a few strands sticking to his forehead, his hair swinging in and out of his view, but his eyes never left your face—the face that made his dick rock hard and made him want to put a baby in you. 

uzui wanted you badly, and not even he knew every single reason why, but his heart didn't lie. every time he was making his way back to see you, his heart skipped a beat, and his dick got hard; he couldn't help it even if he tried. he didn't want to play favorites, but it was looking that way when he did threesomes with everyone else but made one-on-one time to fuck you till the sheets were damp and your eyes were filled with tears.

groaning and whimpering every time he got the chance to be inside of you again, taking big gulps every time he pushed into your sweet spot, and watching you jump and squirm when he pushed and applied pressure on it without letting up. 

no one could compare to the way you felt and tasted; it was like eating a fruit that no one else could have; it tasted and felt different inside of his mouth, and he was going to let it be known. he didn't care who was saying what because all he could think about was you; all he ever wanted to be was around you. 

he never felt bad about giving you more attention because you lived alone while he lived with three other women, so in his mind, even though he was paying your rent, buying your groceries', and giving you his card, he just had to give you ten times more attention. that was man's logic.

or that was just the excuse he gave himself every time he found himself in you for the fifth time in the same day, with his hands on your hips pushing into you and kissing down the back of your neck, leaving his marks.

he was indeed picking favorites, but let's be real—who isn't picking you?

No Nut November Hcs With The Hashiras

the title says it all!! (i didnt include muichiro for obvious reasons)

🥀Cw: smut, dirty talk, praise, degradation, breeding kink (rengoku + sanemi), squirting (mitsuri)

🥀minors dni

🥀Pairing(s): Hashiras(minus muichiro) x reader (seperate)

Giyuu

when you first suggested the idea of NNN to giyuu, he was kinda confused

why would you participate in a competition not to have sex? did you just not want to have sex with him?

after some gentle reassurance and explanation however, he agrees surprisingly quickly

not only is giyuu ridiculously patient, he also has incredible self restraint

he would make it to the end of the month, but i definitely think he would have "almost" moments

when the month is over, hes begging you to fuck him

claims that hes waited so long, why should he have to do any work?

the minute it's december first hes waking you up, mewling and grinding on your thigh half-delirious as hes whining in your ear, begging you to take control

teasing him throughout the month will only make him more determined to last longer, if only to inflict the same suffering onto you

giyuu is very, very sensitive and you can use that to your advantage in a variety of ways

he gets really blushy when you tease him, and its only amplified during NNN considering he can't even get himself off

he also has a tough time ignoring it when he gets horny, he just feels like the type to be soooo sensitive and it's torture when he can't even jack off to relieve the painful ache in his pants

Giyuu pinned you down, his chest flush with your back as his cock rubbed against your hole. He was a panting mess, shaking above you as he pushed inside slowly. One of his hands tangled itself in your hair, forcing you to look over your shoulder as he began to thrust into you steadily. Soft moans and whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping again skin. You could feel your orgasm building as a coil tightened in your stomach, and Giyuu let out a soft groan, signaling he was close as well. You clenched around him tightly, your release ripping through you as you clawed at the sheets. Above you, Giyuu tossed his head back and whispered your name like a prayer before cumming as well, filling your hole with his dripping seed. "Giyuu- ungh- wha-" you gasped, drool spilling from your lips as he sped up the pace. You had no time to catch your breath, and your hips jerked from overstimulation. "baby, i've waited a month, please?" Giyuu whispered in your ear, eyes blown wide with lust. You knew that you probably weren't going to be getting up anytime soon.

Tengen

im sorry but he is not making the month

he'd last two weeks at best

you and his wives would probably all team up against him, and this man is unable to restrain himself when it comes to you

quickest way to get tengen to fold? lingerie

just the sight of you in some flashy, lacy undergarments has him practically dragging you to bed

teasing him while wearing lingerie? hes gone.

"fuck the stupid month," he'd grumble, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass for good measure

tengen would be rougher than usual, hes pissed at you for teasing him after all

"hey!" you gasped, squirming in Tengens grip as he practically dragged you inside of the house. You and the other wives had been been training outside when all of a sudden Tengen had snatched you up, throwing you over his shoulder as the other wives followed behind you. Your husband ignored your indignated cries as he brought you to the bedroom and tossed you unceremoniously onto the mattress. Maki, Suma, and Hinatsuru joined you on the mattress, and you turned to look over your shoulder at Tengen. "giving up already?" you giggle, crawling over to the other wives at the head of the bed. Tengen Tengen smirked and slid up to you, pulling your undergarments off in seconds as your head rested in Hinatsuru's lap. Maki and Suma began to grind against eachother to your left as Tengen's breath fanned over your bare skin and thighs while Hinatsuru ran her fingers through your hair. The five of you were in for a long, long night~

Shinobu

Shinobu is definitely making it, no questions asked

she's patient enough to wait the month, however she will be pissed when you deny her

would totally try to get back at you, Shinobu would wear lingerie under her uniform and flash you when nobody was looking

she would run her hands up and down your thighs during hashira meetings, fingers ghosting so close to where you want her but not quite

she would enter a room and sit on your lap, kissing you senseless until your grinding up against her and then walk away like nothing happened

she's teasing YOU

i don't think theres any way to get her to give in, but at 12:01 on December 1st your waking up to her head between your legs

she would make you work for every orgasm, edging you until your sobbing

"you made me wait for so long, shouldn't i make you wait a little too?"

Shinobu smirked, gently swiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. She placed a finger on your tongue so you could taste the salty drops, and you let out another needy sob. "Are you getting desperate already, little butterfly?" She cooed, thrusting her fingers deeper inside of you. Another mewl escaped your lips as she fucked you dumb on her fingers, stretching you open and prodding the place inside you that made you see stars. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, and you whimpered. "Pl-please Nobu, 'm gonna cum, please lemme cum-mgh-" Shinobu smirked at you, smacking your core lightly as you squirmed beneath her. She leaned down to whisper in your ear, caressing your sides slowly. "Shh, c'mon doll, I know you can take it. You made me wait a month to ruin you, didn't you? You can handle waiting a little longer to come~" Your body quaked at her words, soft sobs and pleads filling the air as you begged her to let you cum this time. Shinobu only shook her head, smirking and removing her hand as your orgasm begins to fade.

i went off there for a sec omg

Rengoku

i think he would make it without too much trouble

i really don't think his sex drive is super high, and hes pretty patient as it is

so yea i def think he'd make it

unleeeesssss you teased him

listen, Rengoku LOOOOVES to please you

if you bat your lashes and play your cards right, he'll fold you in half and fuck you senseless less than a week into november

it would be the roughest, sloppiest sex yall ever have bc once Rengoku is done, hes done

He'll fuck you every day of the damn month just because he wants to, and be prepared bc this man has STAMINA

normally rengoku focuses solely on your pleasure, hes def the service dom type, hoowwweeeeverr, depending on how much you teased him, hes gonna be sm rougher

i also think rengoku would last the entire month just to irritate you because, lets face it, hes much more patient than you

just imagine begging him to fuck you at the end of the month, pleading with him to pay attention to you after he's deprived you of pleasure for so long... how could he say no to you?

the sound of skin slapping against skin and muffled groans filled the room as Rengoku pressed you down into the mattress. Rengoku leaned down, close enough to whisper in your ear, "fuck baby, can i- can i lift your legs up higher?" you nod, head foggy as he tossed your legs over his shoulder. Rengoku adjusted for a second, folding you over and beginning to thrust slowly. Your hips rocked against his as you clawed at the mattress, the new position allowing him to go so much deeper than before. "mhm baby, just like that. gonna make you feel so good after you waited so long, gonna fill you up so nice.."

Mitsuri

i think Mitsuri would last ab a week before crumbling

She'd be so embarrassed about it, all blushy and shy

you haaave to tease her ab quitting so early, you'll get the most delectable whimpers from her<3

Mitsuri folds from MINIMAL teasing its almost like she wants to lose

once she gives in tho, please pamper her. teasing is okay but PRAISE HER‼️

shes a pillow princess at heart and will def want u to take care of her after u made her wait for sooo long

MITSURI IS SO SENSITIVE, AND ITS DEFINITELY AMPLIFIED AFTER SHE HELD BACK FOR SO LONG

she cries sm more easily during sex after being teased for so long, and it's impossible to NOT overstimulate her (she loves it)

tease her and praise her, overstimulate her and watch as she falls apart~

fat tears streamed down Mitsuri's pink cheeks as you pumped your fingers in and out of her slick heat, mesmerized by the sloppy sound it made. her legs trembled and her lip quivered as she sobbed from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure, and you leaned up to kiss her on the cheek. "d'worry baby, im gonna make you feel all better," you coo, smiling as she whimpers. your fingers are coated in her slick, and her hips grind down onto your fingers with every thrust. "need you.." she whispers, reaching out to pull you closer. "kiss..?" she whimpers, large, teary eyes staring into yours. You chuckle, unable to deny her. "Of course~ how could i forget?" you kiss her slowly and sensually, running your tongue along her bottom lip and gently grabbing her jaw as you pushed your tongue inside her mouth. Mitsuri whined at the feeling, clenching ariund your fingers as her tongue collided against yours. her chest heaved, perky breasts bobbing as the coil in her stomach tightened. you could tell she was close, and moved the hand holding her face to massage one of her breasts as you deepened the kiss. your fingers curled inside her, pressing against her g spot as your thumb circled her clit. instantly, Mitsuri squealed, gushing around you and squirting onto your hand as she writhed in pleasure. "t-too much!!" she gasped, pulling away from the kiss as a thin trail of spit lingered between your mouths. "was that worth the wait baby?" Mitsuri blushes, nodding profusely.

Obanai

i genuinely think obanai would last like

a week at most

im sorry but this man worships your every move, and theres NO way he can deny you anything

you tease him once and hes already bending you over, fucking you senseless as he bites harshly into your neck

or hes whining, dragging you on top of him and begging you to fuck him just right, ride him until hes a sweaty, needy mess

sex with Obanai after NNN would definitely be much rougher, he just cant hold himself back

he NEEDS to ravish you

you gasp as Obanai's cock sinks into you, his thick length filling you up as he spreads your legs. one hand rests on your inner thigh, the other entwining your hands together as he presses hasty kisses to your collarbone. your back arches off of the bed as he bites down hard on the sensitive skin, a dark hickey left in its wake. Obanai travels upwards, his teeth grazing your neck and shoulders as he kisses and nips at the exposed skin. his warm breathe flushes against your beck as he begins to thrust in and out of you in a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your moans and whines. Obanai pants, his hand moving from your thigh to fondle at your chest. "can't believe you made me wait this long, bunny.." he murmured softly in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "fuck, i missed this pretty hole..."

Sanemi

he likes to think could make it the whole month but "doesn't care about a stupid ass challenge"

he cant make it the whole month hes too whipped for you

i think he would either last like. 15 minutes or two weeks theres no in between

Sanemi would either fuck you out of spite immediately after november starts or genuinely try but give up pretty early on and make up some bs excuse ab how he "doesnt even care"

either way, hes not making it 💀

prepare yourself, cuz the sex is gonna be ROUGH

Sanemi totally has a breeding kink, and the thought of NNN definitely ignites a feral need to fill you up- not a drop of his cum is wasted, hes bringing you to at LEAST 4 orgasms, and hes coming at least twice as well. hes also gonna finger fuck his cum back inside you, maybe he'll use a plug too just for the satisfaction of knowing that your filled up to the brim with him...

congrats!! u have a feral boyfriend

"s' too much!" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as Sanemi fucked into you harshly from behind. his hips snapped against yours as you whimpered, face down in the sheets. Sanemi gave a swift slap to your ass and you sobbed, mewling as he fucked into your weeping hole even harder. "oh yea? shoulda thought of that before tellin' me about this stupid challenge," Sanemi hissed, thrusting deeper into your cervix as you keened. "im- m' close-" you hiccuped, warm, wet tears slid down your face as he looked into your glossy eyes. "oh yea? i thought it was t' much, doll- fuck-" he gasped as you tightened around him, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass was amplified even more as you came with a squeal. you came hard, coating Sanemi's cock and the bed below in your juices as your eyes rolled back into your head. "fuuugnck- doll your so tight- im coming too, don't waste a fucking drop of this- its what you get for makin' me wait.."

Gyomei

i think Gyomei would make it

honestly i dont think he has a super high sex drive, and as much as he wants to please you, i think he would make it through the month with ease

hell at the end of the month hes praising YOU for lasting so long eithout him (in a genuine way, not in a condescending way ofc <33)

hes pretty chill when it comes to sex, but after NNN Gyomei might be a little rougher

he has STAMINA tho

prepare to be overstimulated bc he is MAKING SURE you are blissed outt af by the end

if your not a whiny mess in subspace then Gyomei's not having it

hes praising you for lasting so long, making you feel so good while bringing you to climax after climax for HOURS

he miiiiight fold if u bEG him but its a small possibility.

Gyomei held you in his lap as you squirmed, fucking yourself on his cock as you buried your face into his neck. "mnghh- forget how big you were.." you whine, grinding your hips sensually against his. Gyomei chuckles, brushing the hair off of your forehead and kissing you gently. "do you remember how many times you've come, little one?" your brow furrowed, your head felt foggy as you tried to remember. one of his hands squeezed your thigh reassuringly, and you whimpered, eyes rolling back slightly as you tightened around his cock. Gyomei hummed, taking in your overstimulated state as he brought you closer to release. "im so proud of you little light, you lasted the entire month," he cooed, rubbing soothing circles on your back as the coil in your stomach tightened. "let me reward you, my precious dove~"

RAHAHAHAHAHAHA ITS DONE ITS DONE ITS FINALLY DONE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HOLY FUCK HOLY SHIT ITS DONE KTS DONE ITS DONE I LOVE LIFE HALLELUJAH AJSHSAJHAJAAAJAA ITS JANUARYYYYY LMFAO