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the-travelling-snitch · 6 months ago
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I LOVE YOU TOO HOLLY!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 GAAHHHH
AHHHH I’M ACTUALLY WINNING AT LIFE IT SEEMS???
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peachsayshi · 15 days ago
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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ playboy geto x inexperienced female reader (final part) ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰ previous parts: 1/2/3/4/5
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notes: I can't believe it's been like two years since I started writing this? Here is the final part of the this little mini fic. I don't even want to tell you how long I have had this sitting in my drafts. I've been so back and forth, but finally I just gave in and decided to share what I was originally working on. I got the idea to have them be wedding guests from an anon message, who wanted to see Suguru look at reader in a fancy dress / gown of some sorts. I hope you guys enjoy this final part, and thank you so much for bringing life to this little one shot! xo
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: other jjk characters are mentioned, virgin reader; lovesick geto & reader; first time; smut; oral (f receiving); nipple play; overstimulation; penetration; lovemaking
 Flowers burst in bright pops of color around Suguru. He slips one hand in his suit pocket, the other reaching for the petal of one of the pink flowers on the bush. He caresses his thumb and index finger against the delicate skin, his mind far off to a different place and different point in time. He can hear the crowd chattering, pick up on the sporadic laughs echoing from the joyous conversations. The live band are playing music, but out here in this beautiful garden, the beats are muted and dulled. 
And the quiet is exactly what Suguru needs. 
A small bird chirps in one of the trees then flies off in surprise when the click of heels echo.
“There you are,” you call out. 
Suguru’s whole body relaxes at the sound of your voice. 
He lets go of the flower, and takes a single glance over his shoulder to find you walking towards him. 
A vision. 
His heart can’t stop stretching with every beat - he hasn’t been able to contain himself since he picked you up to take you to your friend’s wedding. Your gown is the perfect shade to compliment your skin, and the fabric bathes over your body like water. The material accentuates your figure in all the right places, making you look ethereal in the hour of twilight. 
Suguru meets you halfway. 
You are both tucked away in a secluded part of the garden, but can still see the wedding venue from where you are standing. “I didn’t want to interrupt you dancing with your friends,” he informs, extending both arms to hold your waist as he lures you into his frame. 
You are looking up at him with all the affection that the world can possibly hold. 
The shorter layers of his long hair is slicked back into a neat bun, and the rest falls down his back in a glorious waterfall of black. His three piece suit is snug on his broad frame, and the color brings out a purple hue in his eye. 
“It’s a bit chilly tonight,” you point out, shivering into his biceps as the breeze kisses the parts of your exposed skin. 
“It’s lovely. I like the venue…” he replies, “you want to take a walk with me?” 
You perch your chin on his chest and smile. “It would be my pleasure.” 
Suguru links his hand between your fingers, the bracelet on his wrist grazing over your skin. You love that he never takes it off, no matter what the occasion might be. 
The two of you follow the paved walkway, passing by a variety of trees and plants. There are small lamps lighting up the stoned path, guiding you both through as night settles in. “The wedding was beautiful,” you speak in a daze. “I’m so happy for them.” 
“Yeah,” Suguru answers with a sigh, “it was…nice…” 
Despite how calm he sounds, you instantly catch the hesitation in his reply. 
When you received the invite to this wedding, you were ecstatic. You were allowed to bring a date (and, of course, you asked Suguru). What you didn’t expect was for the invite to spark a long and drawn out conversation about marriage in general. In the thick of the discussion, your boyfriend revealed that he doesn’t understand the fuss behind a wedding celebration to begin with. 
“Marriage doesn’t equate to a commitment,” he blurted mindlessly with a hint of annoyance. “And weddings just seem like a waste of money to parade a relationship around for no good reason…” 
You aren’t sure what caused the outburst but you respected that Suguru had his opinions. 
Despite his indifference towards the night, he still attended for your sake. 
You couldn’t help but wonder if his commentary stemmed from a place of fear. 
Long term commitment is something new for him, and maybe the subject of marriage just spooks him a little. 
“Look, I know weddings aren’t ideal for you, but I do appreciate you coming…” you state with gratitude. “I’m really happy for them because they’ve been together for a long time. I guess it’s nice to see them have their moment…” you add on, hoping to unscramble the uneasiness in your lover’s mind. 
“So, you’ve said…” Suguru exhales, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm behind your waist. “Best thing to come out of tonight is the dress you’re wearing. Would you be sick of me if I repeat you how utterly gorgeous you look?” 
You smile, “Only if I get to tell you that you should wear suits more often…” 
“With the way you reacted earlier, I just might…” 
Your laughs filters between the trees and the leaves. The path leads you both to a small bridge. You step over the curved arch, and are suddenly surrounded by a pool of water. You can hear the gentle ripples sing from the pond underneath your feet. You release yourself from Suguru’s hold to stand on the edge, placing both hands on the rail to look own. “Look at the fish!” You squeak, noticing the bright orange and white koi swimming. Their scales shimmer under the warmth of the small bulbs lighting up the entire area. 
Suguru places both hands just outside of yours to cage you from behind, then drops his chin to meet your shoulder. The quiet settles in once again, the two of you posed like statues studying the sea creatures, and your breaths sync up. 
“When I was a kid, I was convinced that koi fish came from oranges because of the color of their skin. I had no idea who planted that idea in my head…but my mom caught me stealing oranges from our kitchen and putting them in a bathtub full of water. She scolded me because she couldn’t figure out who was taking them to begin with-” 
You laugh at the tidbit of information that he shares. “That is adorable…” 
Suguru smiles, his large hands finding your own as he clasps over them gently. 
He strokes his thumb over the back of your hands, his brows furrowing in contemplation. 
“My dad egged it on for a while,” he whispers quietly in your ear, “told me that if I keep trying, maybe one of the oranges will hatch…” 
Your body freezes that very second. 
Suguru never talks about his father. 
He mentioned him briefly in passing, like he was this presence that existed but had no real substance. All you know about his dad is that he left the family. Suguru’s mom was dependent on him for everything, and after he was gone, all the responsibility fell on Suguru’s shoulders. 
Your heart pounds. 
“One morning I went into the bathroom and found a koi fish in the tub. I was fucking ecstatic…” he huffs out a laugh. “Turns out, it was my dad who put the fish in the tub. He was trying to placate my mom about the oranges, but he also didn’t want to see me so disappointed that my theory wouldn’t work out. He figured if it worked, then I would stop my experimenting…” 
You press your back deeper into his chest, molding your spine close to his heart. 
“How old were you?” you ask softly. 
“Five or six…” Suguru answers, but there’s a tenderness in his voice that makes your heart ache. 
You flip your hands over and allow Suguru to trace his thumbs inside your palm. He follows each line that slopes up and down like it’s a drawing. His hands are one of your favorite features about him - his fingers long and slender. They looked even better with the silver accessories he had on.You trap his thumbs in your grasp, and mindlessly caress him with reassurance as you wait for him to continue. 
“My dad was charming. My mom says I get that from him. And he…loved my mom,” Suguru confesses. “At least, I thought he did. He used to carry their wedding photo in his wallet, and would show it to me sometimes…” 
You let go of his thumbs, and lace your fingers between his. You stare at the smooth surface of his silver ring, catching the small reflection of you both from the surface. 
“I…” he breathes, “We…didn’t see it coming. The night before he left, he kissed my mother while she was cleaning up dinner, and hugged Mimi and Nana. He ruffled my hair and told me to help my mom before I went to bed. He went upstairs and when I woke up the next day, he was gone.” 
A lump forms in your throat but you do your best to remain firm. You hold your strength because you recognize just how much it is taking for Suguru to be this vulnerable with you right now. But in the back of your head you see the face of a broken hearted teenage boy who knows that his world just fell apart. 
“A week later he calls my mom to tell her that he isn’t coming back. That this…that we, weren’t the life he saw for himself,” the words spill out of him with a true grit of anger, and in a sinister tone that makes goosebumps form across your back and arms. It’s a hatred so unfamiliar to you. A voice so dark it sounds like it doesn’t even belong to him. “It destroyed her. She wouldn’t get out of bed for months. I did everything I could to protect Mimi and Nana from it…” he sighs.
But who was protecting you? 
The thought rushed through your mind, but you bit back those words. 
You didn’t have to remind Suguru of something he already knew. 
“Suguru…” you breathe out, only then shifting so you can face him. Your hands find his jaw first, and you cradle him protectively wishing you could do everything in your power to take away the hurt. 
He circles his hands over your wrists and clears his throat. “I wasn’t telling you this to make you feel bad, but I’ve been acting like a dick about this wedding…” 
“You’re entitled to your opinion…” you answer back with a gentle grin, hoping to ease his grievance. 
“I just feel like I was sold this lie my whole life, you know? Once in a while, I find myself wondering what the hell he was doing, what the hell he was thinking…and after how I turned out? I didn’t want to be tied down to anything or anyone…” he huffs out a laugh, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree. Sometimes I just want to know what was convincing him to think otherwise…”  
You pull his face closer, and peck him softly against his lips. 
“I have a hard time trusting happily ever afters…” he continues with a sigh. He drops his hand back down to the rail, and pushes his chest against yours.
One of your hand falls to his shoulder, while the other moves to hold his cheek. “Do you remember how nervous I was on our first date?” 
Suguru’s attention flickers to your pretty irises, and he holds the stare as the memory resurfaces. 
He nods his head.
You nip at your bottom lip. “That night when we almost kissed, I didn’t realize how easily I had let my guard down around you. Even after Shoko warned me to be careful! When we went on our date, I was just waiting for you to prove everyone right. For you to pull a fast one on me, to catch me off guard again, to love bomb me or try to take advantage of my naivety… ” 
Those feelings seem so distant to you now - a blurry detail of an old photograph that you couldn’t quite place. “By the end of our first date, I got to see a side of you that I didn’t even expect,” you carry on with a smile and a tilt of your head, “You’re not the man people make you out to be. And I don’t think it’s fair that you let yourself believe how everyone else perceives you…”
Suguru lets you fiddle with his tie, but his chest tightens at your words. “You are the only one who ever says that to me…” 
“You’ve always been honest, Suguru. You don’t play with people’s hearts intentionally, you’re a lot more sincere than you think you are. You’ve never lied to me about where you stood regarding relationships, and you follow through with your actions. From what you’ve told me, you’ve never been dishonest with others either. You said it yourself, you never promised commitment to anyone but they would force it on you. And, I don’t think that’s fair to you either. I don’t think it’s fair for everyone to paint you as the villain. I’m not saying you’re perfect - but no one in this world is. But…you would never abandon the people you care for so recklessly…”
You both gaze longingly into each other’s eyes, and the stillness blankets over you both to guard the serene moment. 
Suguru finds your hips, and leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth, remaining careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who really sees me…” he murmurs . 
His hands smoothly move back up to your waist, and Suguru brings his mouth to kiss your temple. Your arms stretch out to wrap around his, and he holds you in the sweet embrace. “I’m not really against marriage, just for your information…” he murmurs into your hairline, and you do your best to hide your amused reaction. 
Your hearts knock at one another, the muscles in your chests willing to rip skin just to get closer to the other’s soul. 
“Oh?” You ask, feigning innocence behind your reaction.  
“Look, I could truly go without. But I would be willing to give it a shot if…my partner wants that…” 
He doesn’t say it outright, but your stomach flips because you know he’s talking about you. 
Because you’re the only person he’s ever addressed with a title. 
Girlfriend, partner, significant other…  
It’s overwhelming knowing that he makes you the exception to all his rules, that he wants you to be a part of his forever. 
Time passed since your fight at Yuki’s home, but your relationship has flourished into something even better that it was before. There are no questions on where you both stand, no room for petty jealousy or hesitations. You are still learning from one another, but it only made your commitment stronger. Your mutual confession of being in love hung over your heads like a daunting shadow, but you both aren’t ready to acknowledge it again just yet. 
Love isn’t linear to either one of you, but you are okay not following a trajectory path that was supposed to make sense. 
Instead, you both relied on your intuition and desire to lead the way. 
But there is now a new hunger that stirred from within - a patience that’s wavering the longer time passes. 
The thread is so fine, it’s barely holding it together, but the will to rush that final snap was weak. When these moments bubble and boil over is when you and Suguru have found yourselves entangled in intimate scenarios for the sake of indulgence.  There was the steamy make out session which happened at a party which Satoru hosted. The place was packed with Satoru’s friends, and you both snuck away to lock yourselves in a bathroom, a little tipsy as your bodies pulsed with heat.  Suguru’s lips were sucking on your aching nipples, and you were grinding up against his thigh hoping to keep your desperate moans down. You were both cooped up in there for a while, and didn’t split apart until someone knocked on the door to interrupt. 
There was the night where you slept over at Suguru’s place. He was a bit on edge, and you offered to help him get some much needed release while you both snuggled under the sheets. his hot breath was on your neck while your hand was wrapped around his impressive length. 
There was the lazy afternoon where Suguru had you pinned to your couch. The two of you ditching your plans to stay in. Your cheeks were wet with tears from how long he chose to go down on you that day. He was drunk on desire, and you can still recollect image of staining the cushion with your arousal from how wet you were.  The noises you made were unnatural, but it was the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. 
There was the morning where he woke up to your lips wrapped around his manhood, his voice breaking when dawn cracked through the horizon as he released his passion for you on your tongue. You don’t even know what came over you, for you to wake up with this intense urge to have your lover on your mouth. And especially after Suguru gave you permission in passing, you really wanted to take him up on his offer. 
Every single time you both dipped your toes back into it, you could hear a tiny little snip of string. 
You’re not even sure what’s keeping it tethered, but it feels too big to ignore that all it will take is one more thing, before the bind will finally break. 
Footsteps approach in the distance as other guests start to meander out into the garden. 
They remind you both that you are not alone right now. 
But all you can think about is just how much you want to be. 
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Suguru is charming. 
That natural charisma is what you drew you to him in the first place, and you watch all the other guests flock towards it, witness how his seduction transcends every boundariy. But you’re no longer insecure by this anymore. You don’t look at his confidence and shrink with intimidation. Now you gaze upon him with admiration and pride because Suguru’s energy is alluring and enticing, and you get to bask it in to your heart’s content. 
The venue shrinks in size when you both stop for a few slow dances, the two of you hooked on one another like an unruly knot. 
“Where did you learn to dance?” You whisper with curiosity. 
“Mimi and Nana were obsessed with balls,” Suguru responds with a hint of embarrassment. “They needed someone to play lead for them…” 
The way he talks about those girls makes you light up. Suguru was so doting towards them in every way. Even now, you have proof of just how much they rely on him. Suguru has cut a couple of dates short to bail them out of their rebellious antics or lose himself to hours on a phone call just to listen in when they need advice about life and love. 
To those girls, he was there rock. 
While listening to the toasts from the wedding party, Suguru reaches under the table to hold your hand in his. At some point, he just glances in your direction to smile at you, and you feel the whole world move with him. 
You think about forever with him - picture a life where this would be an every day occurrence. While you ate dinner, you caught his eyes squinting adorably when he laughed at one of your jokes, and it reminded you of why this side of Suguru is your favorite. 
It’s the playful side of someone who isn’t taking himself too seriously or curating a fantasy. 
You can’t stop fixating on him; at the way the tip of his noise points a little upward, and how the tendons in his neck would flex with subtle gestures. You’re so lost in this man, that life around you starts to fade, and suddenly there is another pang in your chest. 
You really didn’t want to be here anymore. 
You really wanted to be alone with him. 
As the two guests sitting beside him politely excuse themselves, you feel Suguru pin his shoulder to yours. 
Your lips find his ear, “hey,” you murmur, “you want to head out?” 
“It’s a bit early to leave. Are you getting tired?” He wonders thoughtfully. 
“I have cinnamon rolls back at my place,” you answer, feeling selfish for even suggesting this. “I wouldn’t mind dessert…” 
“Not a fan of wedding cake?” 
You shake your head no. 
Suguru grins. “Alright, let’s go…” 
You say goodbye to the bride and groom and thank them for the invite. When you exit the premises you feel like you’re walking on clouds. Suguru takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders before leading you to the car. Once inside, he strips off his vest and rolls up his sleeves. You can’t help but ogle him as he relaxes, and watch the way his expert fingers unfastens his tie. The veins on his forearms pulse, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. 
“You’re such a tease…” you scold playfully, “I wanted to do that…” 
He shifts his attention seductively in your direction, but his grin is as cheeky as ever. 
“I’ve still got clothes on that you can take off, sweetheart.” 
You pout in response. 
Suguru has one hand on the wheel, but the other slings around the back of your neck to pull you in. He doesn’t stop himself when he kisses you this time. Your lips part as his tongue slips into your mouth. There’s no reason for him to be considerate of you looking prim and proper now that you are both leaving for the evening. 
You moan into the kiss, and he hums in return. When he pulls away, your lipstick is stained all over his mouth, but you instantly catch his face. “Hold on, Sugu…” you giggle, grabbing him with one hand and reaching for the tissue in the glove compartment with the other. 
“What? The color doesn’t look good on me?” He teases. 
You shake your head as you wipe his mouth. “You’re shameless.” 
“Nothing about you gives me any reason to feel shame,” he answers matter of factly. 
Your whole body seizes, but you glance down to his mouth to avoid the intense way his eyes were piercing into yours. 
You’re still contemplating your relationship on the drive back home. There is music playing from the station, and Suguru is humming along to all his favorite tunes while keeping one of his hands nonchalantly on your thigh. It’s these moments that make your heart quiver - the quiet, mundane things that you get to share with the man of your dreams. 
And he really is the man of your dreams. 
Suguru always talks about how lucky he got with you, but you can’t help but feel the same way too.
“You know, I don’t need a wedding or marriage to prove I love someone,” you say mindlessly, “I wouldn’t force it on someone who doesn’t want it…”
Suguru squeezes your thigh, but keeps his eyes on the road. 
“Oh?” He says, his voice breaking at the abrupt statement. 
You trace your index finger over his knuckles, “I believe that love should make you feel safe. You don’t really need anything else if you have that…” 
Suguru Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows. He lets your words marinate over his soul before asking, “do you feel safe with me?” 
There’s a sense of uncertainty in his tone, like he’s expecting you to deny that fact even though it’s clearly not true. He walked into this relationship thinking he was a sinner and you were a saint. You half wonder if he thinks you’ll tell him that you’re still unsure, and that he will still have to keep working to earn your trust. You clasp your hand over the one that’s resting on your thigh, and turn to look up at him. 
He’s avoiding you this time by keeping his eyes on the road. 
This is…too much for you both. 
“The safest,” you answer softly. 
He breathes out his relief but there’s a small, prideful smile resting on his lips. 
“Good to know,” he acknowledges, his voice smoother than liquid gold. 
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Sugar and cinnamon permeate the corners of your apartment, and the aroma makes your stomach grumble. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking your legs excitedly as Suguru pulls out the plate that was in the microwave. 
The roll is fat, fresh and fluffy - a perfect swirl steaming as the glaze melts between the layers. 
Suguru grabs two forks from the drawer and hands one to you. 
“Dig in, angel.” 
He lets you take the first bite, and you moan loudly as you close your eyes to savor the delicious, most perfect taste of spice and sweet. Suguru just chuckles at the response then takes a bite for himself. 
“It’s so good,” you sing. 
“It is,” he hums. 
You hook both your legs around his to tug him in, keeping as minimal space as possible. 
“So much better than cake,” you share in secret, and Suguru just gives you a knowing glance. 
“What?” You ask, gently poking the prongs of your fork on his shoulder. 
Suguru flickers his eyes down, right through the plate and straight to the space between your legs. The fan of his lashes open up beautifully, and he quirks his brow with mischievous intent. 
“I know something else that tastes even better, but I’m behaving myself…” 
Your cunt clenches with need, your body clawing at you with its reactions. It’s begging you to do something before it combusts. You ignore the demand, and dig into the cinnamon bun, only this time you bring it to his lips. “Simmer down, lover boy…” you coo. 
Suguru smiles, flashing you all his teeth before accepting the bite from your hand. “I can’t around you. That’s the problem…” he says in between chews. 
You both continue eating your treat until there is nothing left but the crumbs and drizzle. You swipe some left over frosting along with some powdery bits, and bring it up to Suguru’s mouth. He places the plate by your side, and sucks on your finger, licking it clean. You tap him playfully on the nose, and in turn he leans down to kiss you once more. 
The kiss is perfect and easy, and it makes you feel like you’re malleable in every way possible. He turns your world into pink stains and rosy pigments. Your body vibrates like it’s heeding an unspoken call, and you know for a fact that you’re not the only one feeling this right now.  
Suguru pulls away, but cups your jaw in his palms to cradle you like you’re a precious stone. He looks deeply into your eyes, a sense of uncertainty burning between that same strong gaze that was rendering you weak. 
“I never thought,” he begins to speak, but pauses for a second to collect his thoughts. You notice he does this whenever he has anything serious to say, like he is trying to make sure he’s considerate of his words. “I never thought I would have this…” 
His voice is low and hushed, and you bring two hands to wrap around his wrists. 
“Fuck, I didn’t even think I wanted this…” he adds on. 
You smirk, “I never thought I would have this too. I’ve been on my own for so long…”
“When you rejected my first kiss, ” he speaks, “I thought about backing off. I told myself not to fuck around with you. But…I couldn’t walk away.” 
“I almost thought you would,” you added on meekly “when we had that fight at Yuki’s…” 
“No matter how angry or upset I get, I’d just come crawling back to you. You have me on my knees without even knowing it…” he sighs, his thumb strokes your cheek but the way he was looking at you has you holding your breath. You can see the gears turning in his head. “I’m safe with you too,” he confirms. 
Your heart flutters, it nearly soars its way up your throat and out of your own mouth. Tears prick your eyes, but your try to ignore them. “I’m glad,” you say with a shaky breath, and attempt to clear your throat when it constricts. “I want you to be.” 
The muscles on his face pull into a sincere expression, one that’s pensive yet warm. Suguru breaths out your name, and the way it rolls off his tongue feels like a prayer. 
“I love you.” 
You were expecting it, but when those three words struck you still didn’t anticipate how deep it would puncture through your heart. You blink back the forming tears, a little sniffle leaving you as you maintain your smile. Suguru swallows the lump in his throat, his gaze softening as he arches forward to bring his mouth closer. 
You press your fingers against his lips to stop him, your dewy irises seeking out his own. 
“I love you too,” you whisper before he can carry on, and a single tear falls unexpectedly which Suguru quickly catches with his thumb. 
Your lover presses his mouth to yours with a kiss that fully unravels you. You move to grab onto his shirt, because it feels like you’re turning into dust. His mouth finds your cheek, the tip of your nose, and then moves back to your lips once again. His hand falls to your lap, his arms extending to wrap around you and engulf you in his frame. 
And you wanted to be consumed by every part of him. 
He picks up your legs and wraps them around his waist, keeps you secure against his chest before lifting you up from the kitchen counter. Your mouth leaves his and finds his neck, your lips licking over the spot that you know makes his cheeks turn a certain shade of red. 
He grunts out a curse, and hurries straight to the bedroom. 
He shoves his shoulder against the wooden frame, leading you both inside. He carefully perches you on the mattress, then kneels on the ground right in front of you. You wipe the mouth with the back of your hand, your body burning from the layer you still had on. You shrug off Suguru’s jacket, and watch as he carefully clasps your ankle. He places it on his thigh, and removes your pointed heel from one foot.
He arches forward to kiss your knee before switching to your other leg. 
One of your hands reaches for the shell of his ear, and you trace the curve all the way down to his piercing. 
“Sugu,” you call out to him, as he takes off the second shoe. He lifts his head to find your desperate eyes. “My dress…” 
He crawls up your body and hoists you back so you were standing upright on your bare feet. He spins you, so you are facing the bed, making your stomach flip as your eyes stare down at the pillows and slightly rumpled sheets. 
It feels different this time. 
Your stomach erupts with butterflies. 
His expert fingers find the zipper of your dress, and he tugs at the seam and draws it off. Your body exhales from the release, and Suguru kisses the curve of your shoulder as the material drops to your feet. 
You turn to face him, and rush to find the buttons of his shirt. 
Your hands are shaking. 
You unlatch the first button and the second, but by the time you get to the third you feel one of his hands grasp over yours which jitters. 
“Baby,” he speaks affectionately, “we don’t have to…” 
You shake your head, “no, I want to. I really, really want to. I’m just…a little nervous. We waited so long-” 
He loosens his grip when your voice breaks, making it hard for your to speak. His hand meets your naked waist and he interrupts you with another kiss. 
“I told you once that I would take such good care of you,” he states, “And I will…” 
Your fingers linger over the button of his shirt. 
“Don’t rush. We will take it nice and slow,” he ensures, “we’ve got all the time we need.” 
He lets you catch yourself; lets you find a minute to breathe from the whirlwind of emotions that  have compounded into you. You release a shaky exhale, and try to ignore the way your knees tremble and the back of your neck pricks with warmth. 
He taps you underneath your chin, “weren’t you the one giving me the hard time earlier about taking off my clothes?” 
The casualness of his delivery makes you puff out a laugh, but the comfort gives you the push you need to continue undressing him.  He slips off his shirt, and your hands touch at the surface of his hard torso. You’ve seen Suguru naked countless times now, but he still takes your breath away no matter what. Your hand grazes over the front of his pants, and his eyes flutter close as you touch his hard-on. You unfasten his belt, and unzip his trousers. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving Suguru in just his boxers. 
You both step out of the puddle of clothing, and stand half-naked in the middle of the room. 
Suguru reaches to hold your hands in his. “If anything, anything…” he speaks quietly, “makes you uncomfortable, just tell me. If you want to stop at any point, we will stop”
“You’ll tell me too?” You respond innocently, and Suguru almost chokes back his reply because no one has ever asked him that question before. 
Who knew that such a simple gesture would cause something to pricks his own eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll tell you…” 
“I want to make sure…” you sigh, “that I do this right” 
He smiles against your lips. “Practice makes perfect, right?”, he says with a kiss. “But for tonight, I want this to be about you, okay?” 
“But…” you resist, and gaze up at him affectionately with an expression that forces himself to hold back from ruining you right then and there. “but it’s about us. I want you tell me what you like. I want to know what you enjoy. So, I will know for next time…”
“I’ve got you,” he breathes as he bites at your bottom lip with his teeth. “That’s all I need…” 
Your head feels so light, you think it’s made of air. “Why does this feel so different from everything we’ve done before?” You gasp, pushing away from his face as your noses bump. 
“Because it is different…” Suguru adds, his fingers tucking under your chin to stop you from hiding. “It is.” 
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Tangled between another kiss and between more sweet caresses, you find yourself on the mattress once again. Suguru brings his mouth to your ear, his fingers hooking underneath your damp underwear. 
“I need you wet,” he informs under his breath, pressing the pads of his digits to your slick slit.  “Really, really wet…” 
All you can do is whimper at that. 
“You’ll be good for me, yeah, angel? Let me prep you just right?” 
Your thighs spread wider. “Yeah, I’ll be good for you…” 
Suguru snags your lobe with his teeth - the heat of his mouth travels down your neck. He licks his way down the slope, pausing to suck on the tender, sensitive areas he’s grown to love so much. He moves lower to the mounds of your breasts, and he peppers your chest with soft bites and kisses. 
“Unhook your bra for me, love…” he adds, his fingers working your pussy the whole time. 
He rubs you gently, and at such a languid pace it makes you want to relax. 
You arch your back up, and he separates himself just enough for you to remove your bra. 
Your breasts spill out on display for him, and you toss the lacy material over his shoulder which makes his eyes squint with amusement. When it catches on to a lamp and you almost jerk with worry thinking you knocked it over. 
“It’s fine,” Suguru soothes, and you cover your mouth to hide your own laugh. 
His heart sighs at the response, at the comfort you have with him by your side. 
He is the only man in the world who gets to see you like this. 
You truly belong to him in every way possible. 
Your laugh stutters into quiet pants, as his fingers spread your lips to gather your arousal. He moves up to find your clit, and rubs over the hard little nub carefully. 
You sigh into his touch, and only then does he lean to kiss your nipple. 
He drags his tongue across the pointed end, his lips circling around the tip to suck. Your arms drape over his shoulders, keeping him in place as your body trembles with desire. Suguru bites and tugs at your nipple, his hand spreading your lips to tease the entrance before returning back to your clit. 
Your nails drag down his back, and he groans at the touch. 
All you can hear is quiet squelches from between your legs and your pants echoing around you. 
Suguru slithers his body lower and lower, his tongue tasting the mid-line of your stomach until he makes his way to your pubis. He presses a kiss to the middle, the heat of his breath getting closer and closer to your clit. 
“When you masturbate, have you been doing what I showed you?” He asks. 
Your body ignites on fire, and you see his mouth hover of your clit as his fingers pause its movement. 
You swallow the thickness in your throat. 
Suguru taught you how to finger-fuck yourself. The same night you gave him a hand job, he returned the favor by perching your back against his chest and spreading your legs wide. He guided you and showed you how to carefully press your fingers inside you. 
He wanted you to get used to the sensation. 
“Yes,” you say with a nod. 
“Atta girl,” he answers with pride, then clasps his lips over your clit. 
A sound comes from the base of your throat, as your head falls back. 
His tongue flicks back and forth over the bud in measured movements, and his fingers spread the lips of your labia. He uses his middle finger to prod at your entrance, grazing over the hole teasingly for a second at first. As your body opens up for him, he pushes it in, and slowly pushes his digit in until it reaches his first knuckle. 
You quiver from the sensation - it’s so foreign having someone else penetrate you. You’ve grown use to your own touch, but Suguru’s hands were different than your own. 
He drags it back and forth, keeping his mouth over your clit. 
The second your breath evens out is when he picks up the pace and pushes his finger even further. Your hips buck gently as he pushes all the way down to the base, a cry leaving your throat as two hands move to grip the pillow behind you. 
You can hear him slurp, and lick, and suck. Hear the “schlick” sound that his finger is orchestrating. 
He pumps faster and faster, his other hand moving to rest on your lower belly. 
Your toes curl, and your legs spasm from the electric shocks that ripple down and up your body. 
“Suguru~” you whine, and he just nibbles at your clit in acknowledgement. 
Your nose gets a little stuffy, your eyes shut close as white little sparks flash from behind your lids. Your lower back arches as he curls his finger, moving in a come hither motion that makes your belly flutter. 
You shake and moan, a string of vowels leaving your tongue. 
You tense around his finger as your orgasm pulses through your body, shaking out of you necessarily. Suguru releases your clit with a pop, but only slows his finger inside you. He keeps maintaining his movement, his gaze catching the daze of your own. 
He’s insatiable. He doesn’t even know if a lifetime would fulfill him from how badly he craves you. 
“I love how you say my name right when you’re about to cum,” he coos, the hand on your lower belly moves further down to touch your tender clit.  He massages the bud with his thumb, his other finger fucking you with calculative precision. “The way your voice gets all breathy and light,” he adds on with a purr, “god, it’s my favorite fucking sound…” 
You’re besotted by him; your eyes glowing with only love as you feel him work his affection between your legs. 
“Going to make you cum again, alright, baby?” He informs, his head dipping back down to replace his thumb with his mouth again. 
You nod your head - you told him you would let him lead, and that’s exactly what’s happening right now. Suguru alternates; sometimes his tongue would be on your clit, and others it’s buried between your folds. The way he’s making love to your body right now has you liquifying. You’re not sure where his touch begins and where your pleasure ends. 
It feels so good, too good. 
You can barely tell when Suguru starts prodding in a second a finger, only when the stretch expands and your breath carries with it. 
“Oh, f-fuck…” you shiver against his mouth, and Suguru uses two fingers this time to pump out your second orgasm. 
He’s a bit rougher with his movements, allowing his fingers to dip and out of you at a pace that relieves some of his own tension. He pulls his mouth away, and lifts his body slightly up as he sees your thighs splay further apart. His other hand comes down to massage your clit, and you can feel your wetness drip down his fingers and between the line of your sex. 
Your belly clenches tightly this time, and your heart skips every other beat. 
“Feel good?” he checks in. 
“Yesyesyes,” you reply eagerly, your hips lifting from the surface. 
“I can see that,” he hums, as he presses more firmly on your clit to swipe back and forth in a quicker motion. “You’re a fucking vision right now…” 
The sound you make is pathetic but you don’t even care - you’re so overwhelmed by what’s happening right now you are not considering how untamed you look. Your hips lift up higher, and you buck against Suguru’s ministrations despite how relentless he is. 
If that man wants you to cum on fingers or tongue, he will make it happen, regardless of how you respond. 
Your second orgasm is sharper, and when it hits, Suguru instantly pulls his hands away and rests it against your hips. Your cunt contracts and pulses in beats, and your spine tingles from the sensation. He arches back forward to snag your a nipple poking against the air. He sucks on the bud, and licks over it once, before sliding his tongue back up your neck until he finds your mouth. 
You can smell yourself on him. 
Taste yourself on him. 
His hands link with your own and he wraps it around his neck so you’re holding him. 
He gives you a few minutes to steady yourself, but your breath is being stolen by his lips and tongue. 
“One more,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you whimper in defeat. 
“You’ll be okay, angel,” he responds as he sits upright. 
He unties his hair, his mane surrounding his face in a dark halo. He pulls back the entirety of its length into a single bun, keeping it out of the way as he watches you pant to steady yourself. 
It occurs to him then that he forgot to put down a towel, but he’s too far gone to stop. 
“We don’t need this anymore,” he instructs, reaching for the string of your panties. 
He takes them off you and drops them to the side. 
His cock strains against his boxers, the bulge making your eyes widen with anticipation. 
He removes them next, allow his dick to spring free as it smacks against him with dribbles of pre-cum leaking from the head. 
“Touch yourself,” he instructs, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you follow through. 
You tweak your nipple with one hand while the other slithers down your stomach. 
God, you were wet. 
Suguru gets up from the bed only to reach for his pants. He pulls out his wallet, and finds the condom that he slipped in just a few months ago. He used to have them on him all the time, but stopped carrying one around after you both got together. But ever since things started heating up, he thought it would be good to have one just in case. 
“Sugu~?” You call out. 
“Yeah, baby?” 
“Can I-” you request, and point at the rubbery material with your other hand. 
He nods his head and settles back on the bed. 
He rips the condom open for you, and you take it. After you position yourself, you proceed to stroke his length, moving back and forth over his shaft and you feeling yourself dripping for him. 
Every part of this man is a blessing. 
Suguru grunts, and stammers “c-condom….” 
But you keep stroking him and lick your lips. “Want you in my mouth…” 
He hisses at that, his abdomen flexing when your thumb drags over his slit. 
He does everything in his power to keep it together, musters up all the will he can to ensure he doesn’t release himself on your hand right then and then. 
“Wait ’til I’m inside you,” he begs, “please, angel…”
You give in because you want it just as much too. 
Once you roll the condom on, Suguru grabs onto your ass and pulls you in for another kiss. This one is a little more sloopy, a little more animalistic. He sucks on your tongue, and leaves a mark of bruising adoration on your bottom lip. He slots his knee between your legs, and situates you down so your pussy was pressed against his thigh. 
“Grind up against me,” he breathes into your mouth. “I like to feel how wet you are…” 
He has one hand on your ass, the other on your nipple which he tweaks and pulls. Your hips start gyrating in thrusts against his thigh, and just as you find a steady pace, he moves to kiss you once again. 
The bed creaks and the springs mewl, but you hump his thigh like you’re in insufferable heat. 
Suguru flexes his thigh against your cunt, and you claw at the front of his chest as you moan into his mouth. 
“I can’t wait to have you riding me,” he smiles into another kiss, and pinches your nipple as you start climbing up yet another peak. He slaps your ass playfully, his teeth biting your bottom lip. “Faster.” 
You oblige, and increase the movements. 
You pull away from his mouth, and press your forehead to his. Your hands brace yourself on his shoulders until both your legs clench around his thigh. 
There’s a tear that leaves you when your orgasm hits this time, but you’re shaking in his arms and he kisses your cheek lovingly. 
“So fucking beautiful,” he praises against your ear. 
His thigh is sticky with your arousal, the glittering strings clinging on both your bodies. 
Suguru kisses you once more, and pushes his weight down so you fall back to the mattress. He keeps you lingering in the act until he aligns himself. “Don’t tense up,” he instructs, “I need you open for me…”
Time goes still with neither of you really breathing. You both focus on the point of contact, watch as Suguru presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. The initial push of the fat head feels like a breach, but you try to do your best to relax. 
“Such a pretty pussy,” he sighs like he’s in disbelief, “my pretty pussy…” 
And with that, he breaks you. 
The stretch makes you scrunch up your nose and brows, but Suguru manages to get the head in with no complications. 
“That’s the tip, baby. You’re doing well. Breathe for me, okay? Just relax…” 
You nod your head, and follow through. With every exhalation you tell your muscles to relax, and allow your body to turn into something that your lover can mold. Suguru pushes in another inch, moving carefully as to not shock you. 
One more now, he counts, watching as you slowly suck him in. 
But you hiss when the stretch starts to burn, and the man drops to his forearms to keep you in a close embrace. 
“Suguru, wait,” you beg worringly, and he halts his movements instantly. 
He kisses your cheek, and then your neck. He kisses your collar bone and then your jaw. He finds your lips and pecks you softly. “Angel,” he soothes, “look at me…” 
Your eyes are brimming with tears. He can feel that you’re fully tensed up. 
When you meet his gaze, you soften, and sniffle as you try to relax your upper body first. 
One of Suguru’s hands finds your hips, and he tenderly rubs gentle circles against your pelvis. 
“I know, baby. I know it’s not comfortable right now, but I promise it’ll feel good. You’re taking me in so well…” he ensures, “but I need you to keep breathing, please.” 
You release a shaky breath, and nod your head as you lick your lips. 
“Nice and slow, remember?” Suguru reminds you. “I’ll only move when you tell me to…” 
A few deep breaths in and out, and you finally give him permission to carry on. 
He guides you the rest of the way, guides you through the painful breach and stretch of him of finally taking your virginity. Your body doesn’t know anyone else but him, but in turn he realizes that he never wants to be inside anyone else other than you. 
You can’t manage his full length at the moment, but that’s okay. 
He isn’t going to hurt you. 
Not ever. 
Goosebumps ripple on your skin. Your head falls back to the pillow as one hand circles around Suguru’s forearm. He kisses your neck with so much care it almost makes your heart shatter to be loved this way. He starts thrusting, his movements so gentle and sweet. His body is connected to yours, his weight heavy as the heat of his cock spreads your gummy walls for him. You tilt your face so you were in line with him, your eyes opening sleepily as you find his set. Your lids are heavy, your body adjusting to the transition from pain to pleasure. Your legs grow weak as they spread further apart from each side, and the more Suguru moves the more he can feel you taking in a little more of him. 
“Feels,” you sigh dreamily, “feels good now…” 
“Think you can take all of me?” He asks. 
“Please,” you beg, “please, try…” 
Suguru braces himself, because he knows he just might bust a nut on the spot from how you are squeezing him. He leans down to kiss your temple and your parted lips, then readjusts his position. 
And then he thrusts. 
Your vision goes white as he buries himself to the hilt. All you can feel his hot heat breath on the side of your neck, the room starting to spin as your body grows to understand this new form, this new feeling. 
He stays still for a few minutes just simply cock warming you. It breaks him then, just how long he’s waited with such determination to have you here in his arms like this. You can feel something wet on your skin. Suguru draws in a deep inhale through his nose, far too overwhelmed by his own emotions. “Heaven,” he murmurs into your neck,“you feel like fucking heaven.” 
When you meet his stare again, you see that his own eyes are glossy. 
Suguru leans down to kiss you, capturing the intimacy on his tongue. “I love you so fucking much,” he exhales once more, and slowly starts moving his hips again. 
“Love you too, Sugu~” you whine back and wrap your arms around his shoulder to keep him as close as possible in your embrace. 
He presses into you, fucks you like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched, as he makes love to you for the very first time. There is no more words that follow after, just your panting breaths and quiet moans in between. The bed frame hits the wall from his weight, the sheets gathering away from the mattress. You taint the condom with each of his thrusts, both of your hips stuttering from the sensation of your bodies becoming one. Suguru rests his forehead against yours, one hand reaching to lace between your own which he presses down feverishly against the sheet. Your lips hover over one another, sharing each erratic breath. You close your eyes and feel your body blending into all of his angles. 
Suguru kisses your cheek, then slips his tongue back inside your open mouth. 
You’re tangled and knotted up in every way possible, and your hips begin to spasm as your orgasm builds. You can feel your clit brushing up against him, and the sensation makes you shake as your body comes apart. You break away from the kiss just to look down at the point where your bodies meet, and your toes curl as you consider just how perfectly made you are for one another. 
When your orgasm rips, you almost pass out. 
Suguru holds you in place, his movements more careless when gives in to his last few thrusts. 
He groans loudly when he finally cums. 
Your bodies collapse into each other, your form pulled into strings as if you are swimming in a black hole of love. You’re clinging onto him out of need, still attempting to come down from this euphoric high. Meanwhile, Suguru doesn’t pull out just yet, but instead rolls over to his side and keeps you tucked in his frame. 
When you meet his attention, you see life bleed back into your little bubble of love. 
His hair is tousled, his cheeks a little blushed. You trace your fingers against the crimson blooming underneath his skin, notice that his eyes are still glittering from when the tears formed. 
“Hi,” you whisper.  
“Hi,” he answers back. “You okay?” 
You prod your face into his neck, nuzzling him and gathering his scent. The air smells of your love for each other, and you just wanted to take it all in. 
“I’m okay,” you reassure, before returning back and meeting him eye to eye. 
Suguru reaches on hand up, and slowly outlines the shell of your ear. 
He can’t stop staring at you. 
He’s so in love with every part of you. 
But this time, there was nothing guarding that fact, it’s written so plainly on his face. 
The way he’s looking at you, you know nobody has ever seen such an expression before. 
This is a first for him too. 
And how lucky are you to be the only person in the world to witness it. 
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tags: @gradmacoco @labelt-san @bloomix00 @fleurni
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moonlight-alexia · 1 year ago
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kyra cooney-cross x reader | 1.4k | a day off for the found family, the sun finally making an appearance leading to a mini and co family picnic
ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the pair of pests universe. my favourite found family dynamic
‘Shh, you gotta be quiet. We don’t wanna wake Kyra,’ You whispered crouching down next to Harper, smiling at her little laughs. It was a sunny, warmish day which had you all outside at the park soaking in any bit of sun you could get. Mini and Clara talked about a potential picnic that morning, not fully sure of the idea, though they hadn’t counted on the little ears that had been listening in who definitely wouldn’t let go of the idea. Harper insisted she had to individually call you, Kyra and Charli to join them. 
An afternoon of running around playing games trying to wear out the toddler, Kyra had ended up being the one to fall asleep in the sun on the picnic rug. Mini, Clara and Charli in deep conversation paying no mind to you and Harper, you saw this as the perfect opportunity to rope your little shadow into some mischief. The three of you always liked fighting over who was Harper’s favourite, but there wasn’t any doubt that you were her favourite. No matter where you were, she was always next to you. 
‘Shh, be quiet,’ Harper loudly whispered, holding her finger up to her lips. You held back a laugh after seeing how serious she was looking at you and then at Charli who had spotted the two of you creeping up on Kyra, full unscrewed water bottle in your hands. She just smirked, rolling her eyes and continued to keep Mini and Clara distracted by the conversation so they couldn’t interrupt yours and Harper's plans. 
‘Ready Harps?’ You whispered, the little giggles coming from her were all the confirmation you needed. Helping Harper, you both lifted the water bottle above Kyra, giving a silent countdown before tipping the bottles entire contents onto her. Kyra groaned confused as she sat up looking at herself, her clothes wet before waking up enough to hear the laughter coming from you and Harper. The corners of Kyra’s lips started to form into a small smile hearing you laugh, no matter what she always loved the sound. Though she quickly wiped away any evidence of a smile instead shooting a glare towards the two of you who were laughing so hard you struggled to breathe.
‘Oi, you’ll regret that’ Kyra playfully grumbled while playing along. Quickly sitting up enough to reach out and grab you. Kyra’s arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into her.
‘Oh no! Harper, Kyra’s got me, run and save yourself,’ You dramatically yelled out to her, faux struggling against Kyra knowing you could definitely get yourself free if you wanted to, and pointing in a direction which Harper ran off in away from everyone.
‘No Kywa!’ Harper yelled while running off, Mini following closely behind her trying to hold back her own laughter while shaking her head.
‘Ugh Kyra, you’re all wet,’ Your hands went to hers that were locked around your waist, trying to pull them apart so you could at least sit next to her where you also weren’t getting wet. But she just tightened her hold on you, pulling you even closer, smirking while hearing you protest even more until you finally relaxed into her embrace accepting that Kyra wasn’t letting you go any time soon.
‘I wonder who’s fault that is,’ Kyra rasped out almost into your ear, her head leaning against your shoulder, ‘Don’t dish it if you can’t take it,’ Kyra annoyingly pressed an extra sloppy kiss against your cheek knowing that you’d hate it. Screwing up your face at Kyra you wiped it away onto her arm. She feigned offence at your actions, a faux gasp leaving her lips, you just rolled your eyes. 
Looking away from Kyra and back to where Mini was now chasing Harper around the park. You couldn’t deny the way you felt your cheeks heat up when Kyra’s lips found your cheek. It wasn’t an unusual thing to happen, you both often gave each other little kisses on the cheek and forehead. It was the way you showed your affection, despite your friendship being based on teasing, mocking and pranking each other. There were still those soft moments between the pair. The unusual part was how you felt towards it this time. Though Kyra is just your best friend and you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s a part of you that realises that you don’t have this same internal reaction whenever any of your other close friends show affection towards you. The other part of you, the one that takes over, pushes those thoughts away. For now at least.
‘Who do you think’s gonna win?’ Kyra’s voice pulled you back into reality. You hummed out thinking while watching the scene play out in front of you. It had turned into a game for Harper trying to get away and stay away from her mum for as long as possible.
‘Obviously Harper. You’ve been the one to chase Harps enough that you know Mini is not winning this one,’ Kyra chuckled as did you. You both had been the one chasing after Harper countless times. Toddlers can be fast when they want to be and you both found that out the hard way.
‘You two look quite comfy,’ Charli had moved over to where the two of you were sitting, Clara going to help wrangle the 2 year old. Only then did you notice that Kyra’s grip on you had loosened, definitely enough that if you wanted to move away you could have done so ages ago.
‘Kyra makes a great pillow,’ You laughed out, joking around while leaning your head against Kyra’s shoulder.
‘Oh let me test this out,’ Without warning Charli had laid against Kyra’s side with her head on Kyra’s other shoulder, ‘You’re right. Room for both of us,’ She hummed in agreement. You both laughed while Kyra tried to push Charli off of her.
‘Nah, only for tiny Catley. You get off,’ You rolled your eyes, your unofficial nickname being tiny since you were younger and noticeably shorter than your older sister. That name followed you from even before you were called up for your first seniors camp, so it wasn’t a surprise when you did arrive to everyone calling you tiny or tiny Catley or some variation. 
Your heart always did race a little whenever Kyra chose you over anyone else, even if you thought it didn’t mean anything other than you just being her favourite friend, ‘Aw no fair Kywa, I’m your bestfriend too,’ You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips and shook your body when you heard Charli’s mocking tone and then saw the pout she threw Kyra’s way.
Though before Kyra could successfully get Charli off of her, she found herself at the bottom of not just two bodies but now three, ‘Cuddle!’ Harper yelled while running full force and jumping on the top of all three of you. You opened your arms letting Harper get comfy, while Charli shot Kyra a look of triumph knowing there was no way Kyra would try anything not while Harper was also a part of the pile on top of her.
You stayed like that until Harper had fallen asleep and Mini decided it was probably time for them to head home. While helping pack everything away you noticed Kyra shiver a little, ‘Ky, come with me,’ You didn’t wait for her to respond before you pulled her away from the group towards your car. No other words said to her before you were shoving your arsenal training jumper over her head, ‘You never know when you need a jumper,’ Answering Kyra’s silent question.
‘In some ways you’re just like your Steph,’ Kyra fiddled with the bottom of your jumper that was now on her body, ‘But you’re obviously better,’
‘You should definitely tell her that I’m the better Catley. Gotta knock Steph down a little,’ You both laughed out before being interrupted and brought back to the world when Mini and co. came over to say goodbye and grab Kyra to take her home, ‘I’ll see you at training Ky,’
‘Yeah see you at training,’ Turning around to follow Mini, Kyra couldn’t help but smile to herself. Playing with the bottom of the jumper that was a little bit too small for her, but that didn’t matter, the fact it was yours and you had given it to her for now was all that mattered to Kyra. It was all she could think about on her way home. You were all she could think about on her way home. 
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jellykyunnie · 1 year ago
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˗ˏˋ Solo Leveling Oc: Sung Kiwoo◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ
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╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Child of Beauty and Glee; The Prince of the Blue Waves.] ¡! ❞
There was a deafening silence around me as I drifted in cold and motionless waters. The sound of a humpback whale interrupted my moment of solitude, so I opened my eyes, only to be met by the empty waters with the sun peeking from above.
It was a beautiful sight.
With the song of the whale drifting all around me— I felt at peace.
I sat up, startled and shaken for some reason. The door clicked, and my brother entered.
His jet black hair was unkempt and lazy gray eyes peeked behind them. His initial nonchalance switched to a worried expression as he went over to me.
"Did you have a nightmare again?" Suho asked as he sat on the edge of my bed and placed his hand up against my forehead. "Well, you're not running a fever, that's good."
Ah, right, nightmares.
I was prone to them for some reason. I've always had terrible dreams containing beasts that couldn't be processed by the human mind. They wouldn't do anything, but their empty stares frightens me all the time. In the worst cases, I would wake up running a fever after having those dreams.
"...Not a nightmare" I finally replied. "It was just… Whale songs."
"Whale songs?" Suho cocked up an eyebrow and removed his hand. "Which whale?"
"Megaptera Novaeangliae." I said as I rubbed my eyes.
"English."
"....Humpback Whale."
Suho then just shrugged and ruffled up my bed hair even further before saying with a smile, "At least it's not a bad dream. Now take a shower, mom made pancakes for you."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be down in a bit. You can eat without me" I told him as I got off of my bed and started fixing the sheets.
"Not a chance, baby brother" Suho teased and I threw him a disapproving look.
"I'm only an hour late born after you!" I protested at him, "So don't call me a baby!"
"Sure, sure,..." Brother waved his hand dismissively and approached the door. "Baby brother"
I clicked my tongue, obviously offended at the time baby. I'm going to be 18 soon so how come he still refers to me with that term?!
Sigh.
Well…
I looked up, observing the white walls decorated with various marine animals. One side of the room had a net hung up with shark stuffed toys and starfish, beside it were three jellyfish lamps. Another wall had blue fairy lights with the shapes of various whale species and some stingrays. My desk meanwhile had various little clay jellyfish and whale sharks and a decorative mini blue whale wood carvings. My shelves contained various marine biology books and some law books too.
Okay, I get it. This room is for a baby. But at least my room is well decorated compared to my brother's bland room!
I kept grumbling about incoherent things as I took a shower and wore my uniform. I kept muttering until I went downstairs to where my mother and brother were waiting.
"Kiwoo" My mother greets me with her pretty smile, washing away the tantrum I was throwing because of Suho. "Goodmorning, dear. Come sit down, mom made sure your pancakes are extra fluffy."
"Thanks mommy" I smiled warmly at her then sat down at the table next to my brother. "Is dad out early for today?"
"He's investigating a major case" She replies as she gives me my warm cup of milk along with my plate, making me feel excited at the sight of it. "So he had to leave early, he did tell me to remind you both to be good in school."
"Yes, yes" I said half-heartedly as I started nibbling my food and drinking milk. "Ah… So yummy."
"...You know you're too old for milk and pancakes." Suho playfully nudges me and I shoved a fork-ful of pancake into his mouth.
"Shut up, man" I laughed at him. "Milk is good for a growing boy."
"Baby," He said it like he was correcting me.
"I hope you stub your toe today" I retorted.
"I hope it's you instead," Suho smirked.
"Knock it off boys" Our mother chuckles and pinches our cheeks to make us behave. "You're supposed to watch over each other."
"But he keeps calling me a baby!" I expected her to scold Suho, but instead she snorted and looked away. "Mom!"
"Well, you technically are the baby of the family" She grins prettily again, making me feel more mocked.
"I won" Suho snickers with a smile.
"..."
After a while of playful bickering, we finished up our meal and bid our farewells to our mom. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before following Suho outside the door.
We were a pair of odd brothers really. Rather than discussing school and games— We were instead informing each other about our hyperfixations. While my brother talked about bugs, I rambled endlessly about jellyfish and cetaceans.
It went on like that until we arrived at school.
We were both deathly bored with everything, we didn’t need to talk to each other to know that we were both very sleepy and tired. Suho glanced at me from the corner of his eye by the time the lunch bell rang. So with a sigh, I begrudgingly followed him towards the hall and out into the school.
“Hyung, you better get me a can of juice” I grumbled as I followed him to the back of the school where we could hear the smacking sounds of someone getting hit.
“Yeah, yeah” Suho rolled his eyes as we turned the corner and found Jo Sung-ho getting beat up pretty badly.
“Make it quick” I yawned lazily and leaned on the wall as my brother said some stuff I didn’t bother to understand.
I watched his swift and precise movements that resembled our father but not really. We were both trained by him, and of course the both of us would imitate his fighting style. We’re not quite there yet though, especially me. Although me and my brother are twins coming from the same parents, Suho was far more clever and sharper. I was different, I was slower and took more time in trying to understand things. I’m even stupid enough to the point that my brother needs to explain some jokes to me, if not, it would normally take me an hour or the next day to finally understand jokes.
I was shameful as a child from the Sung family.
Rather than feel proud, I felt so bad for my family who had a kid who had trouble understanding social cues.
Suho finished up the mess and helped Sung-ho up to his feet and told him some stuff before going back to me and slinging his arm over my shoulder.
“Did I make you wait, baby brother?” Suho grins widely as we started walking to where the vending machines were. “Hm, you’re a little down huh? What’s up? You’ve been awfully quiet and you haven't even balled your fists and shook them.
“...Please don’t talk about my stimming like it's a cute thing” I looked at him in a bit of a disapproving way, feeling embarrassed that he is mentioning my habits.
“But it is?” He muses while ruffling my hair. “Don’t be so down now, hyung will get you bunggeoppang after school.”
I nonchalantly nodded my head at his suggestion.
Was today interesting? No. Not one bit. It was a burden even, every teacher already gave the outline of lessons that will be covered for the semester. Normally, students would ignore this and just go on with their day, probably go to the internet cafe or party with friends somewhere. But I had to study them in advance because I’m stupid, I suck at studying. I am bad at understanding things, that’s why I have to do advanced reading back home as soon as I can.
But it seems… That my brother has fallen asleep. He’s in front of me, completely knocked out cold and gone to the world. He looked silly sleeping like this with a drool slightly coming out of his mouth, so I gently wiped it off.
Looking at him from this angle, he really is the spitting image of our father. From the shape of his nose, the thinness of his lips, the way his hair behaves; he really looks like dad, except he had our mother’s eyes. I admired Suho alot, after all, he has an innate talent for martial arts and he inherited dad’s cunning personality and many other aspects from him.
And for that, I am jealous of him.
Do I hate my brother? No, no. Damned will I be if I ever did. I love Suho, so much so that I am willing to bloody my hands for the safety of my older brother.
“Woonie?” Suho sat up, his messy black locks falling over his gray eyes. “Ack… I think I played too many games.”
“Yeah?” I cocked up an eyebrow at him. “Did you have a weird dream?”
“Yes… Dad was in it” Suho rubs his eyes. “I was just so… Bizarre.”
“I see” I stood up and held my hand out to him. “Wanna head home early for today?”
“Y-yeah–” His words were cut off when a girl opened the door and glanced at us.
“Why are you two still here? I’m locking up” She said in a confused tone as she glanced at us. “I’m bout to lock up the rooms”
“Can we join you?” Suho asked.
“Suit yourself”
We then grabbed our bags and proceeded to follow her out of the classroom and helped her lock up the other rooms. I kept glancing at Suho who looked baffled and in a daze.
Just how bad was his dream? Normally it would be me who has a ton of weird dreams and terrifying nightmares. Surely my bad luck with that stuff didn’t pass to him, right?
Even after Suho and her little game of rock-paper-scissors, he would suddenly glance up at the sky as if he felt something. Well I would be lying if I didn’t feel something odd too.
I would have asked, but I also felt a slight shift. There was an unfamiliar scent that lingered. Something in the air suddenly changed, like a small burst of air suddenly washed over the air. There was a tinge of an unpleasant scent.
But we both just ignored it and proceeded to make our way back home. Though I insisted that my brother just forget about his promise, he stubbornly brought me a box of sweets. I couldn’t deny him anymore, so I just sighed and accepted my faith and carried the box back home.
Suho was just so out of it, he was in a complete daze during dinnertime and seemed to be contemplating whatever the hell happened earlier afterclass. I didn’t want to press him any further about what happened, so we just went into our separate rooms.
As always, I sat down immediately on my desk after a quick shower. I started with the hardest subject, which was of course, Calculus. I focused on the subject for five minutes until I felt a strong gust of wind beside me.
There was a huge, blue wall in the shape of an oval, it produced a foul stench. It whirled, humming as it slowly sucked the air around it.
Part of me wanted to run, wanted to scream for my brother.
But most of me,... Wanted to go in.
Somehow, someway, that ‘thing’ feels familiar. Like an old friend from a distant part of my buried memories.
It felt like it was calling me to go back home.
I stood up, walking towards the thing and running my hand along it, watching that limb of mine get sucked in. Before I knew it, I was inside.
The walls were damp and heavy, everywhere was dark. Only the light of the blue torches illuminated the path. It appeared like a tunnel of some sort. It was creepy, but I didn’t feel scared– No, not one bit of me was frightened.
“What would dad do?” I mumbled as I took a torch from the wall and walked around.
I kept a steady pace until eventually I came across a section of the tunnel with weapons hanging around. I placed the torch down and ran my hand around the various weapons.
For some reason, they had weird status windows hovering in front of them.
“A game?” I tilted my head, “How neat.”
There were a number of different weapons to choose from. Greatswords, axes, claymores, shields, bows, lances... And my most favorite weapon of all, daggers. My brother sees these weapons as cowardly. But I always found these things fascinating, I always had a weird magnetic pull towards them. The daggers are just so pretty, fine hilts and black blades with crimson red edges– So I picked those two up.
Light, just as I want my weapons to be.
**Whoosh**
I tilted my head to the side instinctively, the wall in front of me having an arrow. In a split second, I immediately started bouncing back.
Large and imposing figures at least 8 feet tall, bodies made of metal– Knights. 20? No. At Least 50 now that I took a proper look at the back.
Just what the hell are these damn knights doing here?!
“Not playing nice, are we?” I flicked the daggers in my hands for a proper grip. “I’ll bury your damn heads 6 feet under”
So I pushed on my heel, charging head first towards the giant things with the intent to murder.
They didn’t smell like humans, for some reason I could tell.
I stabbed my dagger under their chins, with others, I crushed them by giving them consistent and brutal blows.
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
“???” I panted, looking at the status window in front of me which had some numbers.
Name: Sung Kiwoo
Level: 5
Fatigue: 15
Job: NONE
Title: NONE
Mp:15
Strength: 15
Agility: 15
Sense: 15
Vitality:15
Intelligence:15
Remaining points: 8
“So it really is like a game…” I said as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my knuckles. “I need to be extremely careful, I don’t know what will happen if I die here.”
As fun as this thing was, I was worried what would happen. This is an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar sceneries. Everything was eerie and dark, whatever these knight things were– They are after me and they want my blood.
And for that, I need to be out for their blood too.
I’m just trying to survive after all.
I still have a family waiting for me to come home.
Bloodying my hands is just a necessary thing to do for the sake of my survival. I’ll do what I need to do.
I pressed on, leveling up everytime I took down more knights. I stripped off my dress shirt, leaving only my tank top after the wave of hollow knights stopped.
“That’s one big door.” I mutter as I glance up at a giant door.
It looked old, with the cracks and the cut off patterns all around it. I traced my fingers around it, feeling the embedded patterns.
Something is in there.
And that something was strong, I could tell with just the way my heart was thumping and the feeling of my blood pumping uncontrollably.
I took a deep sigh, opening my eyes before ultimately pushing it open.
The room was dark, almost pitch black if it weren't for the blue torches lighting up the area weakly. But that wasn’ what I was worried about– No, no. Not that.
At the far end of the corner stood a throne, and upon that throne sat a figure with a body of black flames so to speak. It looked like a knight, with how casual and lazy it looks, I felt like it was taunting me with its stance. The knight then stood up and took a hold of it’s claymore standing by the side.
I prepared my stance– ????????
“Huh? Huh????” I sat up exasperated, looking around in a panicked manner before feeling my chest up. “What?”
‘Did that knight just murder me?!’ I thought, scratching my nape before getting up and looking around.
“Isn’t this where I started?” I looked around me, seeing the familiar patterns “Ngh… Not again, I don’t wanna deal with those bloody knights.”
….
I woke up again, still in the same spot.
“Oh, come on!” I groaned, laying down on the floor again and kicked my feet up in frustration ��That damn thing is so powerful, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
That knight is way too fast, it’s godforsaken claymore puts me at a huge disadvantage with my short-ranged weapon. As much as I love daggers, it’s not cutting it out for me. Of course, it could be a skill issue but if that’s the case then I’ll be getting nowhere! I need to do something, I want a weapon that is both short ranged and long-ranged.
A sword would be good, but I don’t like the stats of the swords I saw.
A lance is passable, but I don’t want it.
I pondered for a while before approaching the weapon hallway again and picked out a pair of daggers, with the intention of trying out something
“Where are you, where are you?” I murmured as I looked around before ultimately yanking something off of the wall. “Bingo.”
I then sat down on the floor, holding the long and cold chains. I honestly don’t know why there are plain chains amidst the line of great and giant weapons. But maybe because it has quite good stats? Either way I’m glad it's here.
I made small holes at the edge of the hilts before inserting the ends of the chains I had opened before forcibly closing it. I stood up again, wrapping the chains around my arms.
“Oh? Their stats had mixed with just tinkering them like this?” I hummed, before shaking my head and then looking up at the horde of knights marching towards me. “Good,”
I pressed on my heel, launching myself towards the creatures with outrageous speed.
“You bastards are gonna help me test out my new toys.”
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
I don’t know how many levels I climbed with how much I lost myself in battle. I panted, standing atop of a pile of corpses from the hollow knights I slayed. I had some cuts here and there. My fatigue was up to 80, but why is it that I don’t feel that tired? The more I breathed, the more I felt alive and hyperaware.
“Now, it’s your turn” I looked up at the tall and condescending door.
Now that I think about it, it seemed to glare at me. As if these doors had a pair of eyes judging every fiber of my being. Was I afraid? No. Why should I?
Those eyes should be fearing me instead with how I’m gonna lay that thing behind those doors to rest.
I opened the door, and of course that knight was waiting for me.
“Sorry to keep you waiting” I pressed on my heel again and charged forward. “I wanted to make sure I’ll beat you this time”
The knight seemed a bit flustered at my sudden advances as it jumped back the moment I striked towards it’s stomach. I threw my dagger towards it, the blade circling arm– I flicked the chains, causing a reaction that hurled the knight onto the ceiling.
But I knew that it wasn’t enough to beat that thing.
And surely enough, it started hurling towards me again.
We shared intense blows, sparks and flames sizzled out with each impact shared along with static bursts of electricity.
That knight is still way stronger than me, of course it is. Compared to that thing—I know I'm at least a hundred years way younger to actually expect I would win against it easily.
But I guess that is what made it more exciting. The fact that I am facing something ancient and unknown. It's making my heart race uncontrollably and I feel more excited to beat it. The adrenaline is pumping, I feel alive. My fatigue is at 90 but why the hell does it feel so good right now?
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to swiftly dodge the knight's sword blast thing before closing in on the opening and stabbing my dagger up its chin.
Of course, it dispersed in an instant like a bubble bursting into nothingness.
"I WON!" I yelled out, jumping on my feet excitedly while swinging my arms happily. "Holy crap I actually did it!"
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
"Uwaahaaa!!!" I kept jumping as more dings ran into my ears. "Come to me you sweet little thing!"
I celebrated widely.
But for a brief moment, I recalled that knight's dying face. It looked at me… So tenderly? It felt like it was a father looking at its child at some point. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. Either way, I jumped around in pure bliss until another oval white and blue thing appeared.
“Is it over or am I going home?” I tilted my head curiously. “I wanna go home and eat cake…”
I take another heavy sigh before entering the thing again.
What greeted me was the intense blaze of the buildings, the sight was like I’m inside the hottest place of hell. It was rather amusing to see really, the ruins were all quite pretty to look at. My attention then goes towards a three headed cerberus, a cute creature to be honest. When I had my mythology phase, it was one of my most favorite creatures aside from Jörmungandr.
But why did it’s face pale when it took a good look at me? As if its three souls got knocked out of it.
“Bye?” I said to the Cerberus, which caused it to flinch and whimper while scurrying away.
I rolled my shoulder again, before continuing forward.
As I pushed through the hot blazing flames and took down monsters back-to-back, I remembered what my father had told me: “Don’t expect too much, Kiwoo. The reason why you’re always so disappointed is because you set the bars at an unnecessarily high standard.”
I should have listened to my father.
Because damn it am I so pissed right now because of how boring and bland monsters thrown at me were. I had expected more monsters to be like that knight I defeated. It’s so infuriating that it’s suddenly so easy to beat everything.
But I know better than to lower my guard, the moment I slip up cause me my doom. If this was an ordinary game– Well, it still is a game, but the point is, if I die right now, I might be a real goner. So I still need to stay vigilant no matter how easy things are right now. This might just be a rest period for me to relax to prepare for the next stage which would undoubtedly be a far more intense one than that knight.
It’s still frustrating me though, I’m leveling up slower than usual and it pisses me off.
I eventually climbed all 100 floors until the final oval thing.
The moment I went in, my chains shot out and wrapped around the demon in front of me. I hurled the creature towards me.
I raised my dagger, about to plunge it down the demon until it shrieked.
"Wait, wait, wait!" She(?) shrieked and I immediately stopped.
"????"
“Hahaha… You truly are of monarch bloodline, you didn’t even struggle as much even though you don’t have any shadow soldiers.” The demon girl speaks with a nervous smile as I uncoil her from my chains. “You two really are alike, managing to make it this far with just a few attempts at tremendous speed. Time truly passes by so fast”
‘Monarch? Shadow Soldiers? You two?”
“Excuse me?...” I cocked my head to the side.
“Nothing, nothing ” She shook her head. “I am Esil, daughter to the demon clan.”
“Kiwoo.”
“Such a pretty name” Esil says, her eyes having this glimmer in them that I found quite unusual since she is a demon. “Ah, right, we also have a banquet–”
“Sorry, I can’t go” I shook my head, trying to be as polite as I could with the demon girl. “I’m too young to drink and I don’t like the smell of alcohol along with being in a crowd.”
“Ah…” She frowns, but smiles right after. “Of course”
“I’ll try to come next time, if I ever come back. I can’t promise you though”
“What a shame…”
“Before I go,” I then point out at the portal thing “Can you tell me what those things are?”
She nodded eagerly.
I listened to what she has told me, to what the monsters are and the purpose of these gates. It was really like a game just as I had suspected, it was quite surreal. Well, everything that happened up to now is like a dream. Skill, stats, all that stuff– It felt like maybe I’m having a psychotic episode and that this is all just in my head. I wanted it to be that way on a surface level.
“I’m heading off” I say, politely walking past her. “I’ll see you later, auntie Esil”
Auntie?
The words had slipped out of my mouth and I couldn’t control it, it was as if it were a habit to call her that even though I don’t exactly know who she is. But regardless, that slip up I made seemed to have pleased her, since her features softened and looked more human.
I gave her one last smile, before entering the gate.
As soon as I entered the thing, swarms of ants would lunge themselves towards my direction. I knew better than to be distracted while in the middle of a fight, but truly, I cannot help but wonder what my brother would feel if he saw these massive creatures. He always had a fascination for bugs after all.
“I’m starting to miss my hyung” I mutter to myself as I open the tall doors in front of me. “I wonder if he is sleeping well right now”
**Sniff** **Sniff** **Kieekkk**
Right in front of me was a much larger and more humanoid looking ant with wings. I wanted to try and remember its specific species but… Why is it crying?
It pushed itself towards me, striking with such speed and precision I almost lost my footing. But my reaction was quite fast, so I managed to somehow keep up.
…. Why is it still crying?
Ahjussi, you’re really making me feel bad with those tears…
It’s like I’m watching someone have the worst case scenario of mental breakdown, I can’t tell if it’s happy tears or sad tears. Has my brother ever mentioned anything about ants crying? No, I’m sure he never did. Can bugs even cry? Maybe I should ask him.
“Kieeekk… I lost again” It says before pathetically plomping down on the floor like a pancake.
“H-hey” I tried calling out but it’s body disintegrated into the shadows beneath it’s mentally-broken mind and body. The dings of my level going up in large numbers rang on and on for a bit as a new gate whirred.
“I hope you feel better” I really felt bad, I really did, so I patted the floor where the ant disappeared to somehow make it feel at ease.
Was it a stupid move? Of course.
Will I do it again? You bet.
And so I head to my next destination, growing tired because of the continuous adrenaline rush.
I thought I would really be resting now, but now I’m in front of titans standing tall like skyscrapers. Giant orcs and dragons. DRAGONS.
Oh how I wanted to leap up in the air and celebrate like a madman right there and then but I wasn’t even given a headstart as the beasts jumped at me all at once!
What the hell is with this realm anyway? Why is everyone jumping at me left and right? Have I wronged anyone here in some way shape or form? I mean yeah, I’m basically an alien here but god, can’t they at least have mercy and let me breathe even for just a while?!
God they just keep coming one after another, I swear the beasts all looked different but somehow everything is starting to look black and purple at the same time! Is my head going even madder when I’m already losing my mind this much?
“Huh, what was that?” I blurted out randomly as I sent a blackened soldier flying.
I wanted to take a breather, I really did, but suddenly there was an unexplainable pressure on my body. It hurt.
It hurts
IT HURTS
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!
I was on the floor, glued to the soil as gravity pulled me down further.
“You, it’s you isn’t it?” I looked at another creature that was wielding a staff flying in the air.
I need to beat that thing.
“Crap.”
The various mouths of dragons fling about opened their jaws, charging up incoming attacks that will surely end me if I do nothing
‘Hahh…. You really wont let me rest, huh?’
A burst of energy would come through, I broke free of the pressure somehow and lunged towards the dragons, effectively killing each one with relative speed. As their corpses fell one after another, I hanged onto a ledge, breathing heavily.
Then, that orc mage… Whatever it is– pointed it’s staff towards me and blasted a massive fireball. I dodged it narrowly, with a huge explosion coming behind me.
“!!!!!” If that thing had hit me I would have been an overcooked fried goldfish.
Why is everyone and everything around me trying to murder me?...
‘Focus,... Focus, Sung Kiwoo!’ My father's voice would boom inside my head.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, at ease, deep breaths.
“Huu….” I sighed for a moment
“Control, I need to control myself more, speed and strength aren’t enough” I gritted my teeth. “Focus, Kiwoo!”
Another burst of energy would come forth again and I charged towards him.
It was a blur, everything was too fast and I felt like I’m about to faint. But I knew it wasn’t over when I slashed that orc in half. Another presence would come forth, I felt light headed as the giant shadow started mumbling stuff. I couldn't even feel my legs when we fought.
And before I knew it, I said: “You, where’s the master?”
“...” The shadow looks at me, his sword stabbed on the floor as I pointed a dagger on his throat.
“Is your master a shadow too like you? Will it refer to me as little monarch too?” I asked, glancing up at the sky to find a dragon circling in the sky like a hawk. “There you are”
As magnificent and elegant that dragon made of mist was, I was glaring at the figure perched on its back. Sensing my acknowledgement, it leapt up in the air and aimed for me. I lifted the flat of my blade, blocking its foot.
The attack was heavy, causing my feet to sink and create a crater. It leapt up in the air again and landed gracefully in front.
“Wait, you’re a woman…” I muttered, looking at her figure donned with an outfit like she was a saintess.
Her face was hidden under the shadow of her hood, making her look more angelic and pretty. As if I was in front of a goddess.
“N-noona” I call out, stammering and causing her to flinch a bit. “Can you get me out of here? My parents and brother must be really worried about me now. As much as I like the thrill of fighting, I think my disappearance is causing them a lot of pain.”
She froze, I could tell with the way her pretty lips quivered and trembled. It felt like she was contemplating. She was hesitating. I didn’t say anything for a while and let her ponder before ultimately charging towards me.
I swallowed down, blocking her incoming attacks that were incredibly devastating
She was so fast and nimble, that raw strength she landed on me was so heavy I swear my bones must be shattering with every blow.
But… She was beautiful.
Every strike is calculated, she charges forward when I go on offense and redirects my attacks so that it would backfire on me. Her blade stings me but hell, I wanted more cuts. I wanted to learn more. Even though my body is already pushed to its limits and I feel like I’ll die any second now– I wanted to see her movements more, it was like she’s a flower dancing so gracefully amidst the hammering blizzard. It’s like I’m watching a ballet performance in a ruined theater.
I would bleed from every part of me, I was leaking a pool of blood, and at the end... I was on the floor, kneeling while the tip of her blade was pointed on my throat. Her robes fluttered so prettily that I could only stare at her.
“Noona, can I be like you?” I ask absentmindedly. “Can I be beautiful like you too?”
I felt the blade tremble on my neck and she dropped her blade before hugging me.
“You silly child, why are you still like this even though you’re such a big boy now?” Her voice was familiar.
“Mom?”
“Too early, you’re still too young, you need to remain oblivious and sweet.”
“H-hey wait, Mom–”
But either way, I was thrown into a gate from god knows where and I jolted awake in my bed sweating and hyperventilating.
“.....”
“I played too many games that my dreams are all messed up” I mutter, ruffling my hair in confusion.
That dream was too confusing that I immediately headed into Suho’s room without thinking. As expected, he immediately opened the door the moment I knocked.
“Kiwoo, it’s already midnight why–” I cut him off
“I’m not gonna sleep alone tonight, can I stay here?”
“Nightmare?”
“No?... It was just wild, I need some comfort”
“You too I guess”
No words were further exchanged as I crashed onto his bed and Suho followed by sitting at the edge. I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore because going through that hell is making me a bit anxious.
But in the end, I was dreaming again.
Once more, I’m drifting along the waters. It’s cold but comforting. The whales are singing for me again.
“My ocean is empty”
“I wonder if I grow a little more, will this abyss be full of life? Can I turn it into a lush coral reef? Will fish of various species swim around with apex predators around too? Will cetaceans appear here? Dolphins leaping up in the air and with more whales singing and clicking for me? I want to dance above the waters…”
“ I want the ocean to be my stage and the marine life as my audience,... I want to be beautiful.”
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·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀
⤷ For someone who is very strict and makes sure everything is on point, Iida has got to be one of the clueless people when it comes to natural hair
⤷ Then again, I’m convinced about 90% of the mha boys would be clueless about natural hair as well (except deku cause hellooo)
⤷ Though Iida is the most the clueless out of the bunch
⤷ So seeing your natural hair for the first time was a huge shocker for him
⤷ You were in your dorm room, in the process of taking out your box braids. All of them were cut short to make it easier and faster for you
⤷ About halfway done through the process, Iida realized he hasn’t heard from you all day. Usually, you would be teasing Bakugou, bothering Aizawa, or spending time with him
⤷ It’s unusual for you to be in your dorm room for such a lengthy period
⤷ He decided to take matters into his own hands and visit you himself
⤷ Iida knocked on the door, announcing that he’s here and that he missed you. Also questioning where were you like you weren’t stuck in your dorm room
⤷ You paused unbraiding, turning down your tv, and stretching your body as you got up from your floor. You pushed away the full bag of hair and headed to the door
⤷ You opened the door to the blue hair boy ranting about how you haven’t called him or texted him all day
⤷ You were about to walk away and tune him out until Iida stopped and his eyes grew as big as saucers
⤷ Confused at his sudden change of facial expression, you raised a brow at the boy
⤷ The only thing that came out of Iida’s mouth was stutters, incomplete phrases, and just a pile of a mess trying to spew out
⤷ After two minutes of straight gibberish, Iida eventually let out that he was astounded by your hair
⤷ It was definitely not something he saw in his everyday life. It was stunning to see something so different yet luscious
⤷ Soft and wanting to touch but he kept himself together just out of the respect of you
⤷ You mentioned before to him about the mechanism of natural hair, the history behind it, and many other things to educate on. Though seeing it in person was absolutely better than hearing about it
⤷ For the rest of the day, he decided to spend it in your room, helping you out and chatting amongst one another
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·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀
⤷ It was honestly cute when he first saw your natural hair
⤷ You were about almost done with cutting up your braids, maybe about ten left
⤷ But of course, laziness comes in and crashes down on you, making you not want to finish
⤷ You decided to take a break and got up from your floor to sit on your bed
⤷ It was honestly relaxing to feel softness under you instead of a hard wooden floor
⤷ You stretched over to grab your phone from the floor and decided to check your notifications
⤷ You noticed Kirishima didn’t text you back and twisted your mouth downward. By now, he would’ve texted you back, what’s taking him so long?
⤷ You decided to text him again, but instead, make it seem like an emergency. Besides, knowing Kiri he would be in front of your door in a heartbeat
⤷ You faked that you were hurt through message and needed help to do something
⤷ The message was sent and you threw your phone at your pillow. You waited patiently for the redhead boy to make his presence known
⤷ Not too long after, the boy came in banging on your door, yelling out to make sure that you’re still okay
⤷ “It’s honestly sad how gullible Kiri can be sometimes.” You giggled to yourself as you got out of bed and headed to the door. You opened to see the boy breathing heavily and had a worry look plastered on his face
⤷ Though his worry was distracted by the sight of your wild curls/coils exposed
⤷ Kirishima’s jaw dropped and his before worry look turned into a look that you’ll find on a kid at the toy store
⤷ The boy felt a mixture of ecstasy, fascination, and loving all in one. He was infatuated by your beautiful natural state of hair
⤷ Even in your eyes, you looked a mess, to kirishima you looked beautiful. Even if had ten more braids placed in a mini bun
⤷ He complimented you hair and asked to touch but you immediately declined. Kirishima was saddened for a bit but understood why when you explained
⤷ After he brought himself and decided to finish the rest of the braids himself. He could see how tired you were and did the job himself
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彡 I don’t know why this was so easy to make but it was
彡 nothing to say but I really do hope you enjoy babes <3
彡 haven’t wrote a mha request in a longgggg time
彡 also there will be a part two to this more than likely later on today. if not tomorrow then
bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says
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