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The Fall - Part 1

Jieun x Jongsuk x ???

11605 words

tags: porn, handjob, blowjob, unsatisactory sex, power bottom, threesome, double penetration

Jieun dragged herself through the front door, dropping her bags on the floor. The tour had been grueling—shows in different cities every night, endless crowds cheering her on, but it felt empty. Despite the flashing lights and adoring fans, she missed something grounded, something familiar, like home. Like Jongsuk.

They had been texting all through the tour, long strings of “I miss you” and “I can’t wait to see you again,” but now that she was standing in the hallway of their shared apartment, a strange emptiness curled in her chest. It wasn’t like her to feel this way, not when she’d been away so long, not when she should have been desperate to wrap her arms around him.

Jongsuk appeared in the doorway, his grin wide, welcoming, too eager. He embraced her, the scent of him familiar and warm, but as their lips met, Jieun felt... nothing. Just lips pressing together, like rehearsed movements without the emotion behind them.

They didn’t waste time that evening. After dinner, after talking about her tour and the things she’d seen, they were already heading to bed. Jongsuk undressed her slowly, hands running down her back, tugging at the thin fabric of her shirt. He whispered how much he had missed her, how he had thought of her every night.

She should have been swept up in the moment, but as he touched her, kissed her skin, she felt detached, like she was watching from a distance, observing a scene from someone else’s life. His hands roamed over her body, and her breath quickened, but not in anticipation. More in uncertainty.

When he finally pushed into her, there was no spark. No sudden rush of pleasure or excitement. It felt like he was moving inside her, going through the motions, but her body wasn't responding. His breath hitched, deepening as he thrust into her with more intensity. Jieun clenched her eyes shut, trying to focus, to feel something. This is what you wanted, right?

But there was nothing. No rush of euphoria, no connection. His grunts grew louder, and he was lost in his own rhythm, oblivious to the storm of dissatisfaction swirling inside her. She tried to find pleasure in his movements, grinding her hips in sync with his, but it felt mechanical, rehearsed, lacking fire. A dull ache built in her chest. What’s wrong with me? she wondered, biting her lip, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

When he finished, collapsing beside her, breathless and spent, Jieun lay still, her body tense. She felt empty in more ways than one. Her mind raced, trying to process the numbness. Jongsuk kissed her cheek, whispered that he loved her, and she forced a smile, though her heart wasn’t in it.

The next few nights followed the same rhythm—he’d reach for her, and she’d respond, trying to coax some kind of desire, some spark of arousal. But each time, it was the same. His hands felt heavy, his movements predictable. Sex had turned into a routine, like brushing her teeth or making the bed, just another thing to check off the list.

Days passed, and her frustration mounted. Was it him? Was he not enough anymore? Or was it her? Had she become too jaded, too caught up in her own head to enjoy something so simple? She found herself scrolling mindlessly through the internet one night, looking for answers, trying to distract herself from the growing pit in her stomach.

That’s when she stumbled upon a video. It wasn’t something she’d normally click on, but something about the thumbnail caught her eye—a woman, wild-eyed, moaning between two men. Curiosity pulled her in, and before she realized what was happening, she was watching the screen intently. The woman was lost in the heat of the moment, sandwiched between two black men who looked like they were in complete control, their hands rough, their bodies overwhelming. They dominated her, both taking her at the same time, filling her from every angle.

Jieun’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she watched the scene unfold. The woman looked so... free. So completely consumed by pleasure. The intensity of it sent a thrill down Jieun’s spine. For the first time in weeks, she felt something stir inside her, a hunger she hadn’t known was there. It wasn’t just the act itself, it was the power dynamics, the thrill of submission, the raw intensity of being utterly devoured by not one, but two men.

Was this what she was missing?

She couldn’t get the image out of her head, the way the woman writhed and moaned, completely at their mercy, and the way she begged for more, so desperate to be filled by them both. It was intoxicating. Jieun tried to push the thought away, but it clung to her mind, growing louder, more persistent.

She didn’t want to cheat. That wasn’t the answer. But what if...?

A week passed since Jieun had returned home, a dull haze lingering between her and Jongsuk. The nights they spent together had been filled with routine passion—his hands roamed her body, his lips found all the familiar places, but something was off. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how deep his thrusts or how desperate his words of desire, Jieun couldn't find the satisfaction she craved.

It wasn’t him—she told herself that over and over. Jongsuk loved her, he was attentive, always trying to make her feel good. But each time they finished, as he lay beside her, sweaty and sated, she felt nothing but an aching emptiness in her chest. Her thoughts would wander, her mind flicking through vague fantasies, and recently, one had been burning brighter than the others. That porn video.

She had tried to brush it off at first, telling herself it was just the idea of something new, something different. But it wasn’t just the novelty. There was something about the power, the submission, the way the woman was overwhelmed by two men at once.

And now, the thought clung to her like a drug, seeping into her dreams, making her wet in the middle of the night when Jongsuk was fast asleep beside her.

Jieun hesitated for days, unsure how to bring it up to Jongsuk. She wondered if he would think she was crazy, or worse, be disgusted. But the idea had already taken root, blossoming into a full-blown fantasy that she couldn’t ignore. One night, as they were lying in bed after yet another unsatisfying round of sex, she finally gathered the courage. She rolled over, her hand sliding down Jongsuk’s chest, fingers tracing the faint line of hair leading lower.

"Baby..." Her voice was a whisper, sultry, laced with intent. Her fingers wrapped around his softening cock, stroking it lazily. "What if... we tried something different?"

His eyes flickered open, looking at her with curiosity but also a hint of confusion. "Different?" he murmured, his voice thick with post-coital drowsiness. "What do you mean?"

She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, her fingers tightening slightly around his length, coaxing it back to life. "You know... I’ve been thinking. About how we could... spice things up."

Jongsuk let out a low groan as her hand began to move more purposefully, stroking him harder, faster, feeling him twitch under her touch. "Like what?" he asked, his voice now more awake, intrigued.

Jieun leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear. "What if... there was another man with us?" Her words were deliberate, soft but heavy with meaning. She could feel him stiffen—not just his cock, but his entire body, tensing under her suggestion.

"Another... man?" he echoed, clearly surprised.

"Mm-hmm." Her fingers moved with more urgency now, her hand pumping his cock steadily, feeling him harden fully in her grip. "Just imagine it, baby. Me... between the two of you. Another man taking me, while you watch. Or maybe you both fuck me at the same time..."

She felt him inhale sharply, the tension in his body increasing as her words sank in. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she knew she was getting to him.

"Love... I…" His voice was hesitant, a mixture of disbelief and arousal, his thoughts clearly torn between the idea and the unfamiliar territory she was leading him into.

She didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. The idea had consumed her for days, and now she was planting it deep in his mind, making him see it, making him feel it. She shifted lower, her lips grazing his collarbone, then trailing down his chest, her breath hot against his skin.

"Can you picture it, baby?" she purred, her mouth now hovering over his cock. "Me... on my knees... two cocks in my mouth... or maybe one fucking me from behind, the other filling my mouth." She looked up at him, locking eyes as she parted her lips, taking him into her mouth slowly, deliberately.

Jongsuk’s breath hitched, his hips bucking up slightly as she enveloped him, her mouth wet, hot, and eager. His hand instinctively reached for her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she sucked him deeper, letting him feel the weight of her desire.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice muffled by his cock still grazing her lips. "You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Watching me take it from both of you... seeing me so full, so used."

Her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock, teasing, as her hand continued stroking the base. "You’d fuck me harder than ever, just to show him that I’m yours. You’d get so turned on, knowing another man is inside me... knowing that I’m being shared."

Jongsuk groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, his body responding to every filthy word spilling from her lips. She bobbed her head, sucking him with more intensity now, her hand working in time with her mouth.

"Tell me, baby," she whispered as she pulled away for a breath, her hand still pumping him steadily. "Tell me you want to see it. Tell me you want to watch me... being fucked by another man while you fuck me too."

His eyes were dark now, filled with lust, confusion, and the undeniable arousal that her words had ignited. He moaned, head thrown back against the pillow, his body surrendering to the fantasy she was weaving, unable to resist the dirty images flooding his mind.

Jieun grinned, knowing she had him on the edge. She lowered her mouth to his cock again, this time taking him deeper, faster, her throat tightening around him as she pushed him closer to the edge.

"Think about it," she murmured between strokes, her hand slick with saliva and pre-cum. "Me... with both of you... your cock in my mouth, another inside me... filling me, stretching me. You’d love it, wouldn’t you?"

Jongsuk gasped, his hips jerking up, his cock twitching in her mouth. She could feel how close he was, how much he wanted to explode at the thought.

Jongsuk's body trembled as he spilled into Jieun's mouth, his cock pulsing with the intensity of his release. She didn't slow down, not even when he filled her throat, swallowing every last drop like the filthy dream she had painted for him. His grip loosened on her hair, the afterglow hitting him in waves, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Her words still echoed in his mind—his girlfriend, his sweet Jieun, begging for another man to join them. It was outrageous, insane even. But the way she had worked him, the way she had crafted that fantasy, he couldn't deny the pull.

She lifted her head, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "So... what do you think?" she asked, voice low and teasing, as though she hadn't just reduced him to a quivering mess with her mouth alone.

Jongsuk blinked, still caught between disbelief and the primal urge she had stirred within him. His cock twitched in her hand, though he was spent, and the truth slipped out before he had a chance to overthink it. "Okay," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "We can try it."

Jieun's smile widened, her hand giving him one last lazy stroke as she crawled up beside him. "You won’t regret it," she whispered into his ear, lips brushing his jaw. But she could see the hesitation lingering in his eyes, the subtle fear that maybe this would change everything, that maybe he wasn’t enough for her anymore.

To reassure him, Jieun slid a hand up his chest, her touch gentle now, comforting. "You get to decide," she whispered, her voice softer, less demanding now. "Whoever it is, you choose. I’m yours, Jongsuk. I don’t want anyone but who you trust. This isn’t about someone else. This is about us. I just... want something new with you."

That was all it took. His unease faded slightly at her words, realizing she hadn’t been planning on running off with some random guy, that this was something they could do together. That she wanted him in it completely. It made the idea less threatening and more... intriguing. The control rested in his hands now.

Days passed as Jongsuk mulled over her offer, each time feeling a strange mixture of excitement and uncertainty. The fantasy Jieun had painted played over and over in his mind. He finally decided on someone—Minho, a longtime friend, someone he trusted. They hadn’t been best friends, but Minho had always been respectful, someone Jongsuk could rely on, and most importantly, someone who could keep a secret.

When Jongsuk brought up the idea, Minho had hesitated at first, unsure if Jongsuk was joking, but when the seriousness became clear, his interest piqued. They talked about it, laying everything out in the open—boundaries, expectations.

To ease the awkwardness, they invited Minho out for dinner with Jieun. What started as a casual dinner soon turned into something that felt... surprisingly natural. Minho had always been good at making people feel comfortable, and before long, the evening felt more like a strange but thrilling trio date. Jieun laughed at his jokes, Jongsuk found himself loosening up, and by the end of the night, they were all smiling, slightly buzzed from the drinks and the weight of what they had agreed to do hanging in the air between them.

The night finally arrived.

Jieun had rented a suite at a luxurious hotel, wanting to create the perfect setting for what would be their first time together in such a way. She stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the white lingerie she had picked out, something delicate and daring, something that made her look innocent and filthy at the same time.

The lacey pattern around the cups was semi-transparent, giving just enough of a peek at her breasts beneath, nipples hard from anticipation and the slight chill in the room. The thong barely covered anything at all, only a sliver of fabric shielding her pussy, with a tiny white ribbon at the top of her mound, making her look like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Her long, wavy dark brown hair cascaded down her back, reaching the bottom of her spine, adding to the soft allure of her appearance.

When Jongsuk and Minho entered the room, she turned to face them, biting her lower lip, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. Jongsuk’s eyes widened immediately, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in. The white lace clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating her slender frame, her perky breasts pressing against the thin fabric. His mouth went dry as he stared, his mind struggling to process how fucking perfect she looked, innocent and sinful all at once.

Minho’s reaction was just as visceral. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on the way the lace barely concealed her breasts, how her nipples pressed against the fabric, visible but teasing. His gaze dropped lower, tracing the delicate curve of her hips and the thong that disappeared between her thighs. He let out a soft, appreciative breath, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Wow,” Minho said, voice low, full of awe and hunger. “You look… incredible.”

Jieun smiled coyly, shifting her weight slightly, her body language deliberately sensual, her every movement calculated to draw their eyes to different parts of her. “You like it?” she asked, voice sweet but laced with seduction.

Jongsuk stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her body, his hand reaching out to brush against the delicate lace covering her breasts. He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly. “You’re… perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Minho, still watching from a few steps away, nodded slowly, his eyes dark with lust. "Definitely more than I imagined," he added, voice rough with want. His gaze flicked between Jieun and Jongsuk, as if confirming this was real, that they were all really here, about to cross that line.

Jieun’s heart raced as she watched their reactions, feeling the heat rising between the three of them, the tension so thick it was nearly palpable. She could feel the slick wetness pooling between her thighs, the thought of what was about to happen sending jolts of excitement through her.

Slowly, she turned, giving them both a view of her back, her ass framed perfectly by the thong, the lace hugging the soft curve of her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, locking eyes with Jongsuk, then Minho, her lips curling into a playful, knowing smile.

“Well,” she said softly, her voice teasing. “Are you two just going to stand there... or are we going to start?”

The air in the suite was thick with tension, a palpable heat that seemed to settle in Jieun's chest, swirling through her veins and flooding her senses. She stood between Jongsuk and Minho, feeling their hungry eyes on her body, the white lingerie clinging to her in a way that made her feel both exposed and powerful. They were eager, she could feel it—their desire practically radiated off them in waves, and for a brief moment, Jieun relished the way she commanded their attention, how she was the center of this shared fantasy.

Jongsuk’s eyes were dark, locked onto hers, and Minho was no different, his lips slightly parted, gaze lingering on her breasts barely covered by the delicate lace. The two men had been so focused on her that it hadn’t even occurred to them that they were still fully dressed.

Jieun chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing as she tilted her head, looking between them. “Mm, you boys are still wearing too much,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction. She gave them both a playful smile, her fingers brushing over her own body for emphasis. “I don’t want either of you wearing anything tonight.” The idea of them stripping down, baring themselves for her, made her pulse quicken.

Jongsuk smirked, glancing at Minho before they both started to undress, peeling off their clothes piece by piece. Jieun watched with anticipation, biting her lower lip as they revealed themselves to her. It was strange, watching Minho undress, someone who wasn’t her boyfriend, but the excitement bubbling inside her was undeniable.

Once they were fully naked, Jieun’s eyes flicked between them, drinking in the sight of their bodies, her breath hitching slightly at how hard both of them already were. Two cocks, stiff and eager, ready for her. The sight sent a thrill down her spine, a mix of curiosity and satisfaction blooming in her chest. Was this what she needed? Was this the key to quenching that gnawing hunger inside her?

She didn’t have much time to linger on the thought as she reached out, taking both men by the forearms, guiding them closer to her. “Come here,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of command, pulling them in. When they were close enough, she took each of their hands and guided them to her body, encouraging them to touch her, feel her.

Their hands roamed over her curves, tentative at first but quickly becoming bolder as they explored the softness of her skin, the shape of her waist, the swell of her breasts beneath the lace. Jieun closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself get lost in their touch, feeling how their fingers gripped her, the mix of Jongsuk’s familiar touch and Minho’s new, electrifying presence setting her nerves on fire.

She opened her eyes, turning her gaze up to Jongsuk first, her lips curving into a smile before she leaned in and kissed him, their mouths meeting in a deep, needy kiss. His tongue slid against hers, a familiar heat, but the sensation of another man’s hands on her body while she kissed her boyfriend sent a fresh wave of excitement through her. Jongsuk’s hands squeezed her waist possessively, pulling her closer as they made out, but Jieun pulled away just enough to turn her head, catching Minho’s lips next.

Making out with Minho was a different kind of thrill—his kiss was rougher, more urgent, and his hands on her body felt almost foreign, in the best way. She moaned softly into his mouth, one of her hands slipping up into his hair, pulling him closer as Jongsuk’s hands continued to roam her body, sliding over her ass, gripping her thighs.

Both men were touching her now, groping her, hands moving over her breasts, her hips, her ass, exploring every inch they could reach. It was overwhelming in the most delicious way, their eager hands sending jolts of pleasure through her as they caressed and squeezed her, fingers brushing the lace of her thong, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

Jieun pulled back, a playful smirk curling on her lips as she glanced down at their bodies, both of their cocks hard and throbbing, inches from her. “Looks like you’re both pretty worked up already,” she said, her voice low, teasing as she looked between them.

She reached down, her small hands wrapping around each of their cocks, feeling them twitch under her touch, hot and heavy in her palms. “Mm, I wonder which one of you is going to last the longest…” she mused, her voice a playful purr as she began to stroke them both, her hands moving slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way their bodies reacted to her touch.

Jongsuk groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly into her hand, while Minho let out a low growl, his grip on her waist tightening as he stared down at her, lust darkening his gaze. The weight of their cocks in her hands, the power she had over both of them in this moment, sent a thrill straight to her core, wetness already pooling between her legs, soaking the thin lace of her thong.

As she continued to jerk them off, she leaned in to kiss Jongsuk again, her tongue sliding against his, while her hand stroked his cock, slow and steady. After a moment, she pulled away from him, turning to Minho, kissing him with the same intensity, her other hand working his cock just as skillfully.

The whole time, their hands were on her, worshipping her body, squeezing, groping, sliding over her breasts, her ass, her thighs. It was intoxicating, feeling both of them wanting her so desperately, their bodies reacting to her touch, their cocks throbbing in her hands.

But as much as their eagerness excited her, there was a question lingering in the back of her mind—Is this it? Is this what I need to finally feel satisfied?

Her body was buzzing with anticipation, with lust, with the thrill of having two men at her mercy, but deep down, she still wondered if this was what would finally quench that nagging, unfulfilled desire that had been plaguing her for so long. Could this really be the answer?

Jieun's heart pounded in her chest, the thrill of what she was about to do overwhelming her senses. Her hands still wrapped around their cocks, she slowly sank down to her knees, the plush carpet soft beneath her as she came face-to-face with both men’s stiff lengths. Jongsuk's cock, familiar and loved, stood beside Minho's, another man’s erection staring back at her, making her pulse quicken with a mix of excitement and curiosity. The two cocks were of average size, nothing monstrous, but the act itself—the shared intimacy between them—made everything feel larger than life.

She glanced up at Jongsuk first, locking eyes with him, a playful glint in her gaze as she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty drop of pre-cum that had already formed. He groaned, his hips twitching at her touch, and she smiled around his cock, savoring the control she had over him. This was her boyfriend, the man she loved, and here she was, kneeling before him, giving herself to this wild fantasy she had spun between them.

But she wasn’t done yet. Turning her head slightly, she shifted to Minho’s cock, giving him the same attention she had just given Jongsuk. Her tongue dragged along his length, starting from the base and moving slowly, deliberately, all the way to the tip. Minho’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in her hand as she reached the tip, giving it a soft, teasing kiss before pulling away. She could hear his low, guttural groan, and it sent a shiver of satisfaction through her.

She turned her attention back to Jongsuk, giving his cock another slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue around the head. This time, she kept her eyes locked on his, watching his reaction, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. “You like that, baby?” she purred softly, her voice teasing, dripping with seduction. “Does it feel good watching me like this... sharing me with him?”

Jongsuk let out a shaky breath, his hand instinctively moving to her hair, gripping it gently as he stared down at her. “Fuck, Jieun... yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. There was no hesitation in his answer now, no trace of doubt. He wanted this just as much as she did.

With that, Jieun took him fully into her mouth, her lips stretching around his length, sliding down until the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. She moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating against his shaft, sending another shiver down his spine. Her hand moved to Minho’s cock, pumping him slowly, steadily, as she sucked Jongsuk deeper into her wet, warm mouth.

Her mind buzzed with pleasure, the thrill of having both of them here, of tasting them both, overwhelming her. Maybe this really is what I needed, she thought as she moved her head up and down, sucking her boyfriend’s cock with practiced skill. She could feel her pussy throbbing, wetness pooling between her thighs, and the heat rising in her core. The excitement of having two men watching her, both of them hard and eager for her, was electric. Maybe this is what will finally satisfy me.

Once she had Jongsuk’s cock sufficiently slick with her saliva, she turned her attention back to Minho, switching effortlessly as she took him into her mouth next. Her hand returned to Jongsuk’s cock, stroking him with the same steady rhythm she had used on Minho before. Minho groaned deeply as her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around his shaft just as she had done with Jongsuk. His fingers tangled in her hair, not rough but firm, guiding her just enough to let her know how much he wanted it.

She alternated between them, sucking one while jerking off the other, her movements fluid, confident, her body fully immersed in the pleasure of pleasing them both. Every time she switched, she could feel their reactions—Jongsuk’s sharp inhalations, Minho’s quiet growls—and it fueled her, pushing her deeper into the headspace she craved. Yes, this is what I needed. This is what I’ve been missing.

Her hands worked them both, her lips gliding over each cock, wet and eager, tasting them, savoring the way they responded to her touch. The room filled with the slick sounds of her mouth, the soft gasps and groans of the men as she worshipped their cocks, alternating between them as if she were trying to outdo herself with each turn.

At one point, Jieun got an idea, a flash of inspiration that made her heart race. She lowered her face just a little, placing herself beneath both of their cocks, letting their swollen heads rest just above her lips. She stuck her tongue out, letting it flicker between the two, teasing the sensitive tips of both cocks at once. Their reactions were immediate—Jongsuk let out a low moan, his grip tightening in her hair, while Minho groaned deeply, his fingers brushing the side of her cheek as he watched her with wide, lust-filled eyes.

She swirled her tongue between them, her eyes half-lidded, enjoying the way their cocks pulsed and twitched in response to her teasing. She kissed the head of Jongsuk’s cock, then Minho’s, her lips leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over both of them. The sight of her, on her knees, with two hard cocks hanging over her, her lips and tongue working both of them, was enough to send any man into a frenzy, and she could feel their restraint slipping, the way their hips moved involuntarily toward her, begging for more.

This is it, she thought again, a rush of heat coursing through her body as she continued her slutty display. This is what I needed all along. The power, the control, the attention of two men completely devoted to her pleasure—it was intoxicating. She could feel the satisfaction building, the knot of desire deep inside her starting to unravel. This is what will make me feel whole again.

Jieun’s moans became louder, more desperate as she continued to alternate between them, sucking one cock while stroking the other, then switching, her mouth wet and warm around them both. The way they responded to her, the way they moaned her name, only fueled her more. This was what she had been craving, this overwhelming sensation of being desired, of being shared, of having two men completely lost in her.

Jieun could feel the power thrumming through her body as she released their cocks with a loud, wet pop, their tips glistening from her mouth. She grinned, her eyes flicking up at the two men as she gave each of their throbbing heads a teasing kiss, her lips lingering just enough to drive them crazy. Jongsuk's cock twitched at her touch, and Minho groaned, his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth again. They were both on the verge of losing control, their bodies aching for release, but Jieun wasn’t done playing with them yet.

"Come here," she purred, rising gracefully to her feet, her hands immediately wrapping around their shafts again. She tugged them both toward the bed, leading them by their cocks as if they were nothing more than her obedient toys. The way their hips jerked in response to her every pull sent a thrill straight to her core, and she knew she had them exactly where she wanted them.

Once she reached the bed, Jieun let go of their cocks again, watching as they stood there, eyes glazed over with pure lust, waiting for her next move. She climbed onto the mattress slowly, deliberately, her every movement slow and sensual, giving them a perfect view of her body as she crawled to the center of the king-sized bed. Her ass swayed with every step, the thin strip of lace barely covering her as she got on all fours, her body stretched out like an offering.

She paused in the middle of the bed, arching her back, making sure her ass was fully on display for them. Jieun glanced back over her shoulder, her dark hair cascading over one side as she gave them a smoldering look, the fire in her eyes practically daring them to touch her. "Look at how hard you both are for me," she teased, her voice thick with arousal. "Stroke your cocks for me. I want to see you both jerk off while you watch me."

Jongsuk and Minho didn’t need to be told twice. Their hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking slowly at first, their eyes locked onto Jieun’s perfect ass as she wiggled it for them, the lace thong doing nothing to hide the curves of her body. The sound of their labored breathing filled the room, and Jieun smiled, biting her lower lip as she watched them struggle to contain themselves.

She lowered her upper body onto the bed, her chest pressing against the sheets, arching her back even more to push her ass higher into the air. Her hands slid back, caressing her own ass before smacking it lightly, the sound of her hand slapping her flesh making both men groan, their strokes quickening involuntarily. "Mm, you like that?" she cooed, her fingers playing with the waistband of her thong, tugging it down slightly before letting it snap back into place. "I bet you want to fuck me so bad right now... but you have to be patient."

They groaned in unison, their eyes locked on her every movement, their hands jerking their cocks faster. But Jieun wasn’t done teasing them yet. She smacked her ass again, harder this time, making it jiggle just enough to drive them wild. "Slow down," she commanded softly, a playful edge in her voice. "You’ll do exactly what I say, or else you won’t get a taste of this tonight."

Jongsuk’s breath hitched, and Minho let out a frustrated grunt, but they both obeyed, slowing their hands despite the obvious struggle. Jieun smirked, pleased with their obedience, and finally slid her thong down, peeling the delicate fabric from her ass and thighs, revealing her bare skin. The tiny strip of lace slipped over her knees and onto the bed, leaving her completely exposed save for the garter and stockings still adorning her legs.

She tossed the thong toward them, and Minho caught it easily, immediately bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as the scent of her arousal filled his senses. His cock jerked in his hand, and without missing a beat, he wrapped the thong around his length, using it to jerk himself off as he stroked faster. "Fuck, Jieun," Minho growled, his voice thick with need, his eyes locked on her dripping pussy.

Jieun grinned, loving how wild she was making them both. "You like that, don’t you? Fighting over me... stroking yourselves like you’re desperate for me." She glanced at Jongsuk, her boyfriend’s eyes dark with lust as his hand worked his cock faster, his gaze fixated on her bare ass, on her slick, wet pussy that glistened between her thighs. "You’ve both got me so wet," she moaned, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands, showing them everything—her tight, puckered asshole, her soaked cunt, all of it on display just for them.

The two men groaned loudly, their strokes becoming erratic as they watched her tease them, her fingers spreading herself open, her voice sweet and filthy as she told them how turned on they were making her. Minho was stroking his cock with her thong still wrapped around it, his face twisted in pleasure, while Jongsuk’s eyes were glued to the sight of her spread wide, his hand moving faster and faster.

Jieun could tell they were close, their bodies tensing, their breath coming in ragged gasps, and it made her pulse race even more. She decided to push them just a little further, to make this a game, something to heighten the intensity of the moment.

"Mm, you’re both about to cum, aren’t you?" she teased, her voice low and sultry. "But here’s the thing..." She flipped onto her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening and ready as she leaned back against a pillow, looking up at them with a wicked smile. "The last one to cum gets to fuck me first. So, if you want to be the one inside me... you better hold it in."

Jongsuk’s eyes widened, and Minho groaned, their hands hesitating for just a moment as they processed her words. But the sight of her, lying there with her legs spread, her fingers dipping down to rub her wet pussy right in front of them, was too much to handle. She started to play with herself, her fingers sliding over her swollen clit, her hips lifting off the bed as she moaned softly. "Come on, baby," she whispered, looking at Jongsuk, then Minho. "Who’s going to cum for me first? Don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to be the one to feel how wet I am?"

Her dirty words, her slick fingers rubbing her pussy, the way her body writhed on the bed—it was pushing them both to the brink. Their hands were a blur, their cocks jerking furiously as they watched her play with herself, their eyes glued to the sight of her wetness, to the way she teased them with every moan, every soft gasp.

Minho’s hand tightened around his cock, the thong still wrapped around it as he stroked faster, his eyes locked on her pussy. He was close—so close he could feel the orgasm building in his core, ready to explode at any moment.

But Jongsuk wasn’t far behind, his body trembling as he fought to hold back, his eyes fixed on Jieun’s face, her lips parted in pleasure as she rubbed herself faster, teasing him, making him want to cum so badly but knowing he had to hold on if he wanted to be the first to fuck her.

"Who’s going to give in?" she purred, her voice a soft taunt as she arched her back, her fingers dipping lower, sliding over her slick folds as she moaned louder. "Come on, boys... I want to see you lose control for me."

Minho's body tensed, his strokes becoming erratic, and before he could stop himself, he came. Thick spurts of cum splattered across the carpet, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body shuddered with release. He cursed under his breath, knowing he had lost, but the sight of Jieun still on her knees, watching him with that teasing smile on her lips, made it all the more frustrating.

“Aww, too bad, Minho,” Jieun cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, her finger playfully curling toward Jongsuk. “Looks like you’re not the lucky one tonight.” She bit her lip as she turned her attention fully to her boyfriend. “Come here, baby.”

Jongsuk stepped forward, his cock throbbing with the anticipation of finally being the one to take her. But Jieun had other plans. She got back on all fours, her body curving sensually as she wrapped her hand around Jongsuk’s cock. Slowly, she began stroking him, her grip firm and teasing as she gazed up at him with dark, hooded eyes.

“You've been so good, holding back for me,” she whispered before leaning in, her tongue flicking out to trace the head of his cock. Jongsuk groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily, but Jieun was in full control now. She swirled her tongue around him, her lips wrapping around his swollen head before she took him deeper into her mouth.

Her tongue danced along his length, her hand stroking him in rhythm with her mouth. Jongsuk’s hand found her hair, his fingers tightening in her dark locks as he watched her worship his cock. Jieun’s wet, warm mouth moved over him, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with fervor. She looked up at him the whole time, her eyes gleaming, filled with that insatiable hunger.

It didn’t take long for Jongsuk to reach the edge, his hips bucking into her mouth as his cock twitched violently. With a choked moan, he came, thick ropes of cum spilling into Jieun’s mouth. She moaned softly around him, taking every drop, her tongue swirling lazily around his cock as he came down from his high. She kissed the tip of his cock one last time, licking him clean, her lips and tongue savoring every inch of him before she pulled away, her smile mischievous as she looked up at him.

She kissed the head of his cock, leaving his shaft glistening and spotless. Jongsuk shuddered, collapsing onto the nearby chair, his chest heaving, but before he could recover fully, Jieun gave him a playful look.

“Do you want to fuck me right away, or would you like a little break?” she asked, voice still sweet, but there was a hint of challenge in it, a test.

Jongsuk, still catching his breath, felt a pang of guilt as he leaned back. “I think… I might need a moment,” he admitted. Disappointing, Jieun thought, though she kept her expression soft and understanding. She simply nodded and smiled, hiding the tiny flicker of frustration. She wanted more, needed more. But Jongsuk was always a little slower to catch up to her desires.

As he settled into the chair, Minho, not one to miss an opportunity, stepped forward. “I can help,” he said, his voice eager, his cock still half-hard despite his recent release. Jieun raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he might try to claim what he had lost by coming first. But she wasn’t going to let him off that easy.

“Help, huh?” Jieun smirked, glancing over at Jongsuk before turning back to Minho. “Alright... but you’re not fucking me yet. You’ll be eating me out while Jongsuk watches.” Her tone was authoritative, leaving no room for argument. Minho didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, already eager to please her.

Jieun positioned herself on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening with a mixture of her own arousal and anticipation. “Go ahead,” she purred, running her fingers lightly over her clit, teasing herself just enough to get him started. Minho leaned in, wasting no time, his mouth immediately latching onto her wet folds. His tongue was eager, swirling around her swollen clit, then dipping down to taste her slick entrance.

Minho’s mouth worked feverishly, licking, sucking, devouring her like he was starved for it. His tongue flicked against her clit with precision, then trailed down, plunging into her tight cunt, fucking her with his mouth in a desperate attempt to make her cum. Jieun threw her head back, her hands tangling in his hair as her hips bucked against his face. The pleasure was sharp, intense, and she could feel the knot in her core tightening with every stroke of his tongue.

She glanced over at Jongsuk, who was watching them from the chair, his cock already hardening again as he stroked himself slowly, eyes wide with fascination. Seeing him aroused by this only made Jieun’s pleasure climb higher, the idea of being watched as she was pleasured sending shivers down her spine. Minho wasn’t just preparing her for Jongsuk—he was trying to make her cum, trying to win her over completely.

And it worked.

Jieun’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling as Minho’s relentless tongue pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her hard, her pussy clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She let out a low, guttural moan, her hips jerking against Minho’s face as she rode the high of her release.

“Fuck,” she gasped, pushing Minho’s head away, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “That was... good.” She smiled, her body still tingling, but there was no time to rest. She needed more. Her body was burning for it.

Turning her gaze to Jongsuk, she crooked her finger, beckoning him over. “Come here,” she commanded softly, her voice thick with need. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Jongsuk stood, his cock fully hard again from watching them, his earlier hesitation melting away. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over Jieun, their bodies aligning in a familiar but now electrifying way. He settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance, the wetness of her pussy mixed with Minho’s saliva making the glide easy.

Jieun wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss, their tongues tangling as she ground her pussy against him, her slick folds coating his cock in her arousal. “Put it in,” she whispered against his lips, her voice heavy with desire. “I need you to fuck me, Jongsuk.”

He obliged, pushing into her slowly, but Jieun was impatient now. She needed to be fucked, needed to be filled, and the slow pace wasn’t cutting it. “Faster,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

Jongsuk’s pace quickened, his hips slamming into her as he fucked her harder, his cock filling her over and over again. But Jieun needed more, craved more, and no matter how fast he went, it wasn’t enough. “More,” she moaned, her voice needy, desperate. “Harder.”

The intensity of her need caught him off guard. Jongsuk had never seen her like this, so ravenous, so demanding. He tried to keep up, pounding into her, but he was already close, the overwhelming sensation of her wet pussy gripping him making it impossible to hold on. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his body tensing, hips losing rhythm.

“Stop,” Jieun commanded breathlessly, her voice sharp. She pushed him off, her hands firm against his chest. “I’m not done yet.”

Jongsuk blinked in surprise, but before he could protest, Jieun turned her head toward Minho. “Come here,” she ordered, her eyes blazing with lust. “You’re going to fuck me now... and you better not cum right away.”

Minho, still stroking his cock, stood immediately. His eyes flashed with excitement, eager to finally get his chance. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Jieun as she arched her back, her ass lifting invitingly toward him. Jongsuk, still catching his breath, watched from the side, trying to make sense of his emotions. There was a part of him that stung with rejection, but another, deeper part of him... was fascinated. Turned on even, as he watched Minho grip Jieun’s hips and line himself up with her dripping wet pussy.

When Minho finally thrust into her, Jieun cried out, her voice high-pitched and raw with pleasure. “Yes!” she screamed, her body jolting forward as Minho buried himself inside her. He fucked her with a ferocity that Jongsuk hadn’t managed, his hips slamming into her harder and faster with every thrust, just like she had begged for.

Jongsuk watched, his eyes wide, his hand unconsciously moving to stroke his cock again. The sight of Minho drilling into Jieun, the way her body arched, the way she moaned and gasped, the sound of skin slapping against skin—it all fascinated him. What intrigued him even more was how hard he was getting just watching the two of them.

Minho’s thrusts became uneven, his hips faltering as he tried to keep up with Jieun’s increasingly desperate demands. Despite his best efforts, even his eager pace wasn’t enough for her, and Jieun could feel her dissatisfaction creeping back in, the same gnawing emptiness that had haunted her nights with Jongsuk. She needed more—something deeper, something wilder, something that would finally fill the void inside her.

It hit her then: she wanted both of them, inside her at the same time. That was the only way she could get closer to the satisfaction she was chasing. She had been on edge all night, but the idea of being fucked in both her pussy and ass at once sparked a new heat, a new kind of lust that she knew would finally push her closer to what she needed.

“Stop,” she gasped, pushing Minho off of her, her body shuddering from the effort of holding back her frustrations. “Get off, I want to change positions.”

Minho, panting and confused, immediately withdrew, his cock slick with her juices as he sat back on his heels. Jieun wasted no time, rolling over and getting onto all fours again, her eyes flashing with intensity as she pointed at Jongsuk, then gestured for him to take his place behind her. She was done playing. She wanted this—needed this.

“Jongsuk,” she breathed, her voice dripping with command, “I want you to fuck me from behind.” Then, she pointed at Minho, her lips curling into a sultry smile. “And you, come up here... I want your cock in my throat.”

Jongsuk’s eyes gleamed as he moved into position behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up with her dripping pussy. Without hesitation, he slid his cock back inside her, and she moaned softly, her body arching with the familiar sensation. But this time, it was different. This time, her mind was already locked onto what was coming next.

As Jongsuk began to thrust into her from behind, his hips slamming into her ass with the sound of skin smacking against skin, Jieun turned her head toward Minho. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her lips parted as she watched him approach. He was already hard again, his cock twitching in his hand as he stood before her. With a slow, deliberate movement, she opened her mouth and guided him inside, her lips wrapping around his shaft with a practiced ease.

Jongsuk groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her from behind, his cock driving into her slick pussy harder and faster. Her peachy ass bounced with each thrust, the impact sending ripples through her body. He smacked her ass once, twice, watching the way it jiggled under his hand before gripping it firmly, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust.

Meanwhile, Jieun’s lips were wrapped around Minho’s cock, her eyes locked onto his as she took him deeper into her throat. The sounds of her squelching throat filled the room, wet with drool as she worked him with her mouth. Impressively, she didn’t gag—there was no challenge for her, even as he pushed deeper into her throat. She could take him, and she did, her throat relaxing around his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth, keeping rhythm with Jongsuk’s thrusts from behind.

The two men were groaning, lost in the heat of the moment. Minho’s hands tangled in her hair as he gently guided her movements, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked her throat. Jongsuk was grunting, his cock slamming into her with reckless abandon, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. Jieun was aware of how turned on they were, how much they were enjoying themselves, and she kept up the act, moaning around Minho’s cock, her body writhing beneath Jongsuk’s hands as if she were getting closer to the edge.

But the truth was, she still wasn’t there. Not yet.

That gnawing hunger for more clawed at her, and she knew exactly what she needed now. She pulled back from Minho’s cock with a gasp, her lips wet with spit as she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a new kind of intensity. “I want you both,” she said, her voice low, sultry. “I want you in my pussy and my ass at the same time.”

Minho groaned, looking down at her with wide eyes, clearly eager to fulfill her request. Jongsuk paused for a moment, his hands still gripping her hips as he processed what she was asking for. But he didn’t hesitate. “Alright,” Jongsuk said, breathless, pulling out of her slowly.

Jieun shifted, rolling onto her back for a moment before sliding onto Minho’s lap. She straddled him, positioning herself over his cock, her wet pussy already slick and ready as she lowered herself onto him. Minho groaned as she sank down onto him, his hands immediately moving to her hips as she began to ride him.

But Jieun wasn’t done yet. She glanced back at Jongsuk, who was already reaching for the lube on the nightstand. He spread the slippery gel over his cock, then lubed up his fingers, gently rubbing the slick substance around the tight entrance of her ass. Jieun shivered at the sensation, her breath hitching as she felt his fingers slip inside, preparing her for what was to come.

When she was ready, Jongsuk positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against the tight, lubed entrance of her ass. Slowly, he pushed forward, the pressure building as his cock slid inside her inch by inch. Jieun moaned, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed, allowing him to stretch her ass open, filling her completely.

For the first time that night, she felt it. That fullness. That overwhelming sensation of being filled in both her pussy and ass at the same time. It was exactly what she had been craving, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips as she settled into the sensation, her body shuddering with the intensity of it.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her voice breathless as she looked between the two men. “Start moving. I want you both to fuck me... like the dirty slut I am.”

Jongsuk didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to thrust into her ass, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes at first. Meanwhile, Minho started moving beneath her, his cock thrusting up into her pussy as he gripped her waist, the two men finding a rhythm as they fucked her in unison.

Jieun’s body rocked between them, her hips grinding down onto Minho’s cock while Jongsuk’s cock filled her ass from behind. She felt the delicious stretch of her ass, the fullness in her pussy, and for the first time that night, she was starting to feel something close to the satisfaction she had been chasing. The sensation of being used by both of them at once, her body caught between two cocks, was exactly what she needed.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her voice desperate, urging them on. “Fuck me harder... I want you both to use me... treat me like your dirty little slut.”

Jongsuk groaned, his hips slamming into her ass with more force now, his cock driving deeper into her with every thrust. Minho matched his pace, his cock filling her pussy with the same urgency. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, their grunts and groans, filled the room as they fucked her mercilessly, giving her exactly what she had begged for.

Jieun’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as they fucked her from both ends, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of it all. This—this was what she had been craving. This raw, primal need, this feeling of being completely overwhelmed, filled to the brim, fucked by both of them at once. She wasn’t pretending anymore.

Jieun's body was the picture of bliss, her lips parted in moans as Jongsuk and Minho relentlessly pounded into her, filling her from both ends. Her eyes rolled back, her breath ragged, and for a brief moment, she thought she had finally reached it—euphoria. Being stuffed by two men, her holes stretched and used, should have been enough. It felt like it should have been enough. But as the minutes ticked by, and the rhythm of their thrusts became predictable, Jieun’s pleasure slowly, cruelly, began to dull.

She tried to keep the fire alive, pushing herself to find satisfaction, to demand more from them. Her lips parted to speak, to command, "Harder… fuck me harder, do better..." But the words barely escaped her mouth before Minho grunted above her, his voice tight and strained.

"I’m close," he breathed, his thrusts losing their power.

Jongsuk, behind her, echoed the same. "Shit... I’m almost there too..."

Inside, Jieun sighed, feeling the disappointment weigh heavy in her chest. Her pussy clenched instinctively, trying to draw out any last pleasure from them, but it was too late. They were already on the edge, and she knew it was over. She would never get the satisfaction she had been chasing, not tonight. But she couldn’t let them know that.

So she bit down on her frustration and plastered a look of lust across her face, throwing her head back as if she were on the brink of orgasm herself. "Mmm, yes, I’m gonna cum too," she moaned, her voice sultry, playing the part of the satisfied lover to perfection. "But when you cum... pull out. Cum on my face... in my mouth," she panted, giving them the fantasy they were craving.

The two men grunted their assent, their pace quickening as they chased their release. It didn’t take long—Minho was the first to pull out, his cock slick with her juices as he scrambled off the bed, hand furiously jerking his shaft as he stood over her. Jongsuk followed, his cock twitching as he withdrew from her ass, standing next to Minho with the same desperation in his eyes.

Jieun slid off the bed, positioning herself on her knees on the soft carpet, looking up at them with wide, slutty eyes. She opened her mouth, tongue out, her hands squeezing her tits together as the two men jerked their cocks inches from her face.

"Come on," she whispered, her voice low and teasing, "give me your cum. Cover me. Fill my dirty little mouth."

It was all they needed. Minho was the first to erupt, thick ropes of cum spurting across Jieun’s beautiful face, coating her cheeks, her lips, her chin. She moaned as it splattered onto her skin, licking her lips seductively, making a show of how much she loved being covered in their release. Jongsuk followed almost immediately, his load joining Minho’s, his cock jerking in his hand as he shot his cum into her waiting mouth. Jieun moaned louder, letting the hot, salty liquid pool on her tongue before swallowing it down, opening her mouth to show them the remnants of their pleasure.

"Fuck, yes... such a dirty slut for our cum,” groaned the men. Jieun moaned, her voice thick with arousal as she scooped the stray drops off her face with her fingers, licking them clean like it was the sweetest treat. She glanced up at them, her expression still one of pure lust, even as her mind was already elsewhere, trying to reconcile the empty ache that lingered inside her.

Once they were done, their bodies spent, Jieun made a show of licking their cocks clean, sucking gently on the heads, making sure there wasn’t a drop left. When she finished, she smiled up at them, her face still smeared with their release. "Just wait here," she said sweetly, getting to her feet. "I’ll be right back."

As she walked to the bathroom, Jongsuk and Minho collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and drained. Jieun glanced at them over her shoulder, her face still a mask of seductive satisfaction. But the moment she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, her expression shifted. She leaned over the toilet, spitting out the cum she had held in her mouth, her stomach twisting in knots. The aftertaste lingered bitterly on her tongue as she flushed it away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The mirror caught her eye, and she stared at her reflection, her face smeared with cum and her eyes reflecting back confusion and frustration. Two men, she thought bitterly. I had two men, and still... The dull ache of dissatisfaction gnawed at her, a cruel reminder that no matter what she did, no matter how wild the night, it wasn’t enough. It never seemed to be enough.

She turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the cum on her skin, her mind racing as the water cascaded over her. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she be satisfied? She scrubbed harder, the water mingling with her frustration as she tried to cleanse herself not just of the night, but of the emptiness that followed her every encounter.

Once she finished, she wrapped a towel around her body and stepped back into the bedroom. Jongsuk was still lying on the bed, his eyes following her as she moved across the room. Minho had already risen and was heading to the bathroom to shower, knowing he wouldn’t be staying the night with the couple.

Jieun smiled sweetly at Jongsuk, climbing into bed next to him. "Did you like it?" he asked, his voice soft, hopeful.

She didn’t hesitate. "Of course," she lied easily, giving him a reassuring smile. "It was amazing, baby." She leaned in, kissing him gently. "Did you?"

"Yeah," he nodded, looking relieved. "It was... really something."

"Good," Jieun whispered, nuzzling against him, hiding the conflict swirling inside her. They snuggled together on the bed, Jongsuk’s arm draped over her waist as he sighed contentedly. But Jieun’s mind was already far away, drifting through the haze of unsatisfied desires.

Minho finished showering, emerging from the bathroom with a smile. "Thanks for tonight," he said, his voice friendly, but tired. "It was... incredible."

The couple thanked him in return, and Jongsuk offered to walk him out, but Minho waved it off. "Nah, man, look after her," he said with a grin, clapping Jongsuk on the shoulder before giving him a quick, friendly handshake. "See you around."

Jieun watched him go, her smile never faltering until the door closed behind him. And then, as silence settled over the room, she leaned back against the pillows, Jongsuk’s arm still around her, her body warm from the shower. But her mind buzzed with one burning question.

Why wasn’t it enough?

Jieun watched as Jongsuk disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the silence left in his wake. As soon as she was alone, she exhaled sharply, biting her bottom lip—not from arousal, but from the growing frustration that had been gnawing at her ever since the threesome had ended. Why hadn’t she felt satisfied? Two men—two cocks—her wildest fantasies lived out right in front of her, and still, that dull ache of emptiness lingered.

She could feel it clawing at the back of her mind, an unresolved hunger that no amount of sex tonight had managed to quell. What’s wrong with me? she thought, her fingers restlessly drumming against the sheets. She couldn’t understand why, after everything, she still felt so hollow inside. But then... a thought bubbled up from the recesses of her mind.

Without fully realizing what she was doing, Jieun reached for her phone, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen. She knew what she was looking for—the video. That certain video. It had been sitting there, teasing her thoughts ever since she’d first stumbled upon it. She quickly found it in his saved videos, and before she could second-guess herself, she pressed play.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the screen, and there they were: two massive, hulking black men, their dark skin gleaming under the lights, their muscles rippling as they towered over the woman between them. Their cocks—fuck, they were enormous, long and thick, stretching the woman’s holes to the absolute limit. The sheer size of them filled the screen, pounding into the woman relentlessly, taking turns fucking her ass and pussy in a way that made Jieun’s breath hitch.

Black men.

She’d watched this video before, but somehow, tonight, the sight of those bulging muscles, that dark, gleaming skin, and those impossibly thick cocks made her pulse quicken in a way that nothing else had. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily as her body responded, her pussy slick with wetness.

Was it not just the threesome that had been missing? Was it them? The size, the intensity, the raw power behind every thrust? As she watched those two men use the woman, filling her up in ways Jieun could only dream of, her fingers instinctively slipped down between her thighs, parting her slick folds as her breath quickened. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen.

The sound of water running in the bathroom faded into the background as Jieun’s fingers circled her clit, her body responding faster than it had all night. She followed the rhythm of the video, the wet slaps of the men’s cocks echoing through the room as they drilled the woman mercilessly. Jieun’s pussy squelched as her fingers worked faster, mirroring the pace of the black men’s thrusts.

Her thoughts became a chant—fuck, fuck, fuck—echoing in her mind as she imagined herself in the woman’s place, stuffed full by two impossibly large cocks, their dark skin pressed against hers, their deep voices groaning in pleasure. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, and she was so fucking close—closer than she had been all night.

Her fingers moved faster, her hips bucking against her hand as her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick, desperate gasps. Just as the men in the video slammed into the woman one last time, Jieun’s body tensed, her fingers slipping deeper into her wet cunt. She let out a soft, muffled squeal, covering her mouth with her free hand as her body spasmed in release. Her juices gushed out over her fingers as she squirted, her whole body shaking as the orgasm tore through her like a wave crashing against a rocky shore.

Jieun’s mind went blank for a moment, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her fingers were slick with her own cum, and the phone lay abandoned on the bed, the video still playing in the background. She blinked, dazed, her breath ragged as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had just come—harder than she had all night—and it was all from watching that video.

A video of a woman getting fucked by two black men.

Jieun gasped softly, the realization crashing into her with full force. Was that what she wanted all along? Was it not just the idea of a threesome but... them? The size, the dominance, the way those cocks filled the woman completely? Her pulse quickened again at the thought, the wetness between her legs already threatening to return.

Before she could fully process it, she heard the bathroom door open, and Jongsuk emerged with a towel slung low around his waist, his skin still damp from the shower. He was smiling, walking over to her as he rubbed the towel through his hair. "Hey," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. But when he saw the look on her face, his smile faltered slightly. "Is something wrong?"

Jieun quickly composed herself, forcing a smile as she shook her head. "No, nothing’s wrong," she lied smoothly, looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a quick kiss. She kissed him again, more softly this time, before hugging him tightly, her body pressed against his. But as her lips brushed his, she couldn’t stop thinking about those massive black cocks from the video, filling up the woman in ways Jongsuk could never compare to. Her body was already betraying her, the thought alone making her wet again.

They both got ready for bed, slipping under the covers of the king-sized bed they had paid for, Jongsuk snuggling up against her. His arm draped over her waist, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, baby," he murmured, his voice low and content.

"Goodnight," Jieun whispered back, forcing another smile as she lay in his arms. But even as his body pressed against hers, warm and familiar, she couldn’t fall asleep. Her mind was buzzing, her thoughts racing. She bit her lip, but this time, it wasn’t out of frustration—it was because the memory of those black cocks filled her head, and with each passing second, the ache between her thighs grew harder to ignore.

Is that what I need? she thought, her pulse quickening once again. Big, thick, black cocks... She pressed her legs together, trying to stave off the rising desire that pulsed through her, but it was no use. Her body was betraying her, and no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, her mind kept wandering back to that video. To the sight of those two men using the woman, stretching her to the limit.

Jongsuk’s soft breathing filled the room as he drifted off to sleep beside her, completely unaware of the turmoil swirling in Jieun’s mind. She lay there, wide awake, biting her lip as the thought of being fucked by men like that consumed her thoughts. The ache between her legs refused to go away, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized—that might be what she needed after all.

But what did that mean for her and Jongsuk?

a/n: hiiii! I haven't released anything in a while. With how busy I got and other things, but I was preparing this project series- yes it's gonna be a series- for a while now and I thought it's high time it should see the light of day haha. well that's all for now. I hope you'd look forward to the next chapters! do like and reblog if you enjoyed it mehehe. oh and i'm always open to constructive criticism so feel free to leave some if you want~

#kpop smut #smut #jieun #iu #iu smut #jieun smut #lee jieun

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cinnamostar · 1 year ago

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four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.”

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case.

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both.

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face.

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself.

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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the-one-who-lambs · 1 year ago

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THANK YOU FOR THE FIC RECS🫶🫶but I also have one more question.. are there also any fics that show nari and his siblings making amends.. bc damn I need that and idk how to find good stuff tbh sooo ya

Oh, absolutely! Welcome back!

We, Each Point of a Star is my own series of drabbles about the former Bishops adjusting to the cult. The situation is still a little tense. There are only a few drabbles posted as of now, but in the next couple of days I should be posting a new part that will effectively double the word count of this series.

Tangled Webs Make for Poor Destinies by daydreaminganewworld. Shamura has to re-adjust to their new life in the Lamb's cult. Narinder and Shamura are trying, but there's still a bit of palpable tension, as there should be. Dialogue is written exceptionally well in this one!

To Be Forgiven by @megsiepoo. Megsie has great narilamb shorts too but I'm particularly attached to her Bishop family dynamics. It's a drabble so I won't spoil too much, but Narinder tries to ask forgiveness.

For Love and Hate Go Hand In Hand by celequinox. This one is Heket-centric, which I really appreciate because she doesn't get the attention she deserves as a character. She has a lot of grudges to let go of. Still a WIP.

Finding Peace by @seiko-yume. A nice drabble about Leshy and Narinder making up.

Steeple of Red Dreams by @robinrosenthal. The entire work is worth a read, but what you're looking for begins in Chapter 7. So well-written, and feels decidedly realistic because Narinder's progress is not linear.

Finally, my absolute favorite is blood moon blues by pavi / @i-eat-deodorant. Pretty heavy trauma processing, hurts so bad I can't help but adore it. Emotions are raw and intense just as they should be.

#hannah's rambles #cult of the lamb #cotl #fic rec

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yaminerua · 1 year ago

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I'm not too happy with it, but that's what first drafts are for and I'll return to it at some point to fix up what I don't like about it. But I think bc of the nature of the prompt I set my expectations too high bc I wanted to achieve more than I managed with it lol

As always, prompts are by @a-literal-toaster-wtf

anyway the direction it ended up going in the end fits with both the Moonlight and Argue prompts so I'm smushing them together again

Rimmer knows better than to ask if Lister meant it, but his curiosity has other ideas.

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The Drive Room was quiet, which was a welcome relief of sorts after the chaos of the previous month.

A lot had happened over a very short period of time and if he was being quite honest with himself, Rimmer hadn’t even really begun to scratch the surface of properly processing most of it.

It had been an emotional rollercoaster from start to finish, a pendulum swinging repeatedly between good and bad so quickly there had been almost no time to process one type of event before it had already wildly switched over to the other, and while the good had only sort of – for the most part – been just ‘okay’, with brief peaks of something genuinely positive occasionally poking out above the mediocrity, the bad had largely ranged from only mildly inconveniencing at its best to genuinely life threatening at its worst. This had gone on for a couple of days but it had felt like so much longer.

For Rimmer, personally, it had been utterly exhausting.

He had gone from initially feeling ecstatic, incredible even, at upgrading his hologramatic projection to diamond-light, to almost immediately fearing for his very existence when his lightbee battery had just about burnt itself out trying to maintain it and that had only been the beginning of his troubles.

For the rest of the encounter with the feral cats he had had to remain plugged in to a power socket at all times lest his battery completely deplete and bring his borrowed extra time as a hologram to a humiliating and, this time, very permanent end.

Things had even reached such a low at one point that he, Arnold J. Rimmer, champion of self-preservation over all else, had genuinely considered just giving up.

It had been a strange thing to experience, and an even stranger thing to have Lister try so hard to convince him to change his mind. It hadn’t made sense. The stupid git had always joked about switching him off before but then, when he had actually been ready to let his light go out properly, for good, suddenly it hadn’t seemed so funny to him anymore. Suddenly, he had seemed to put a lot of thought into trying to convince him to stick around.

Certainly, it had worked in the short term. His little moonlight speech had been enough to snap him out of his existential crisis and convince him to keep on going but once the dust had settled on the whole mess and life on board Red Dwarf had begun to return to normal not even being declared a god had been enough to keep doubt from slipping like a traitorous little serpent back into his thoughts.

The fact of the matter was that as heartfelt and moving as Lister’s speech had seemed at the time, now that the danger had passed and Rimmer had the benefit of distance to pick at it and examine it under the negatively-tinted microscope of his own mind, he simply didn’t believe a single damn word of any of it.

Lister had lied to his face to get out of a crisis before, and the memory of that still stung harder than Rimmer would ever like to fully admit. The cold, hollow disappointment that had dropped into his gut when the others had all admitted that they hadn’t meant a word of any of the uplifting positive nonsense they’d tried to feed him on that psi-moon all those years ago still sat heavy like a stone that couldn’t be budged.

He wouldn’t put it past him to do it again. He just knew better than to ask for confirmation. Sometimes it was simply better to assume and never find out for certain, than to ask and be disappointed to learn you were right.

Frowning at the screens agitatedly as he sat at his station on the back right of the Drive Room, Rimmer slid up the sleeve of his tunic to glance at his watch for what felt like the thousandth time and exhaled a sharp, irritated breath through the nose.

The stupid gimboid was late.

It didn’t come as a surprise, of course (Lister was almost always late after all) but it frustrated him nonetheless. He had been sitting waiting for his shift monitoring the screens and supervising Red Dwarf’s course to end for what felt like an eternity now. He was beginning to suspect Lister might have forgotten completely that there even was a shift to take anymore.

Having Holly restored had largely removed the need for them to cycle through shifts at the helm but today had been an exception. Holly was undergoing a full system detox of sorts, mostly to try to reduce the already ridiculous level of slowdown the ancient old computer had been experiencing since being rebooted. It had had something to do with uploading all of his old files again. There was an awful lot of garbage in there to sift through. The long and short of it, however, meant that for a few hours he would be offline and therefore incapable of overseeing the navigation of the ship which in turn meant that it fell to Red Dwarf’s remaining crew to continue to handle things as they had been doing during his prolonged absence and take shifts in the Drive Room until Holly came back online.

Flicking impatiently, restlessly, through the various navigation screens and scan readouts, Rimmer’s frown only continued to darken to a scowl.

There was a moon somewhere up ahead which was anticipated to be a reasonably decent supply of some much-needed raw materials for the ship and they would likely have to make a quick stop to visit it for those very reasons, and that ordinarily wouldn’t be a problem at all but right now any mention of moons only served to drag Rimmer’s mood back to Starbug’s dimly lit cockpit, to thoughts of turning himself off and being done with it all, to the image of Lister’s concerned face trying to make an at the time convincing, heartfelt appeal for him to reconsider.

He wanted to forget about it already, to put it behind him and just lock the bitterness away with everything else but it was still too recent in his memory, still floating around in the forefront of his thoughts whether he wanted it to or not.

The heavy thud of approaching footsteps sounded suddenly behind him and he straightened up in his seat, expression hardening as the familiar sight of a scrappy leather jacket finally came into view.

“What time do you call this?” he snapped furiously, pointing angrily at his watch. “I’ve been waiting nearly twenty minutes for you to come and take your shift!”

Lister simply flashed him a half-apologetic half-apathetic smile and shrugged nonchalantly as he made to take his own seat up front.

“Sorry, man. I lost track of time.”

Rimmer’s nostrils flared, anger igniting like a gas exposed to a flame. “That’s no excuse, Lister! Holly’s system clean-up isn’t scheduled to end for another hour at least so you knew you had to be here! I’d put you on report for this but it wouldn’t be much use would it?”

“Hey, you’re starting to get it now, aren’t you? Only taken you a couple decades,” Lister said, grinning impishly before brushing the empty snack containers he had left from his last shift off his seat and plopping down heavily with a grunt.

“Anyway, what’s new? Anythin’ I should know about?”

Rimmer eyed the trash on the floor with disgust, his lip curling, but he bit back the urge to comment on it for now. Kryten could take care of that later if Lister wasn’t going to make the effort to.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” he said stonily, pulling up the display screens at his own station again. “The scanners indicate there’s a small moon up ahead that possesses some useful materials. Probably about 6 hours away at our current speed. We’d be fools not to make use of its resources.”

“Gotcha. When we get within a good range we can nip down in Starbug and grab some, yeah?”

“Yes, try not to be late for that too won’t you, Listy?” Rimmer sneered, eyes boring contemptuously into the back of Lister’s chair.

He could almost hear the infuriating grin in his voice when Lister next spoke, and his hands curled tensely into fists at the sound of it.

“Can’t make any promises, Rimmer.”

He bit back the urge to fire back some sort of retort, instead choosing to roll his eyes and click his tongue and not waste his breath on such a pointless argument. Lister was just trying to wind him up as always. He wouldn’t give him the pleasure of succeeding.

Silence settled on the Drive Room for a few awkward moments during which Lister had expected Rimmer to get up and leave him to it, presumably to go strutting off go reprimand Kryten for something, but the longer the seconds dragged on without him seeming to make any sort of effort to move, the more he wondered why.

“Are you stickin’ around or…?” he asked eventually, peering up at Rimmer’s reflection on one of the darker monitors.

Rimmer answered him without looking up from the current readout he had been skimming over, his tone icy.

“I’m just making sure you’re actually doing your job and not about to fall asleep at the helm again.”

“Hey, that was one time!” Lister cried, positively scandalised even if Rimmer did sort of have a point. “And besides, Holly will be done and back online soon so there’s nothin’ to worry about.”

“Even so, Lister, it only takes a moment of inattention to bring about catastrophe.”

Lister fought the impulse to roll his eyes. “I’m not gonna fall asleep, okay? I’ve already had me nap. That’s why I was late in the first place.”

“Well, see to it that you don’t, alright?”

“Alright!”

“Good.”

With that, Rimmer promptly stood up, brushed the creases out of his blue tunic and turned swiftly to leave. He’d almost made it completely through the doorway and into the hallway beyond when he froze mid-step and paused, seized by a sudden irrepressible urge to do the one thing he had told himself over and over that he wasn’t going to do, to ask the one question that had been roiling unpleasantly in his gut for the last few weeks and which he had desperately tried to tell himself he didn’t want to know – didn’t need to know – the answer to.

The two of them were alone now, with no likely interruptions expected for a while yet, which only made the temptation harder to resist.

Lister seemed to have noticed his hesitation, turning slightly in his seat to peer curiously over his shoulder. “Rimmer?” he said uncertainly.

Rimmer’s fingers tightened where they rested against the doorframe, gripping the metal so hard his nails could have left indents, his mind fighting a losing battle against his own burgeoning ill-advised curiosity.

He knew better than to ask this, he tried to tell himself firmly. He knew better than to repeat the past and seek confirmation of something he already knew without being told. He knew better…

Apparently he didn’t know better.

Sucking in a shaky, tense breath, trying to steady himself ahead of what was sure to be inevitable disappointment, he let it out harshly and turned his head, only a fraction, back in Lister’s direction.

“It was a load of old tot wasn’t it?” he asked, feeling the knot of anxiety twist and coil unpleasantly in his gut, hearing the tight, strained quality that had entered his voice.

Lister blinked blankly for a moment, not understanding.

“What was?”

“What you said back on Starbug!” Rimmer snapped, all pretence of self-restraint and cool control dissolving instantly as he whipped round to fix Lister with the full weight of his glare. “On the desert moon. You only said that to keep me from offing myself.”

Understanding dawned on Lister’s features and dropped into his stomach with all the putrid unpleasantness of a bad curry coming back to haunt him. He shrugged stiffly, trying to shake off some of the tension that had suddenly gathered in his shoulders.

“Well, yeah,” he began, already dreading where this conversation was going. “But—”

“You just cobbled it together from some of your corny old movies,” Rimmer cut in, ignoring him, the bitterness in his tone so palpable he could almost taste it in the air. “Didn’t mean a word of it did you?”

Lister brought a thumb and forefinger up to pinch his nose in resigned aggravation. He’d just woken up. He didn’t need to deal with this.

“Where is this coming from, Rimmer?”

“You know fine well where it’s coming from, Lister!” Rimmer all but spat, his features distorted, brows furrowed deeply over dark, scowling eyes. “You were just trying to come up with something to make me feel better in the moment. Just saying whatever you thought would work.” He narrowed his eyes and swallowed hard, the muscle in his jaw flexing visibly with tension.

“Just like on that psi-moon,” he added coldly, acrimoniously.

“Oh smeggin’ hell, Rimmer,” Lister groaned, shaking his head and dragging the hand at his nose down his face raggedly. “Not this again… That was decades ago!”

“And I’m expected to believe things have changed since them, am I?” Rimmer scoffed derisively, raising a dismissive eyebrow in dubious disbelief. “That you aren’t still capable of lying boldly to my face and then taking it all back once the danger’s passed and you can drop the pretence?”

“Rimmer, I wasn’t—”

“You just didn’t want to have to feel guilty if you let it happen did you? Any other day of the week you just can’t wait to let me know exactly how much you want to get rid of me!”

Lister stared incredulously down at the controls in front of him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew fine well the kind of mental acrobatics Rimmer could perform in his own mind in order to twist and distort things to make himself miserable but he had really thought, really had hoped that that little moment on Starbug had been a step forwards for both of them. Now it seemed he had been sorely mistaken. Even after that, even after the trouble he had gone to to try to get through to him, Rimmer still couldn’t seem to accept anything other than abject contempt as fact.

He sighed, sitting back defeated in his chair, not willing to look Rimmer in the eye.

“But I don’t want that,” he said quietly, more softly than he intended to, the ridiculousness of this entire conversation weighing down heavily on him leaving him world-weary and exhausted.

Rimmer’s features twitched into an indignant snarl.

“Yes you do!” he snapped, and Lister let out a loud, audible groan of exasperation at that.

“No,” he responded firmly, insistently. “I don’t.”

Rimmer didn’t say anything for a good few moments. His expression was livid, nostrils set to maximum flare as his whole face seemed to contort around his curled lip and scrunched up nose. He rolled his jaw from side to side, tight and stiff, sucking his lips in over his teeth before opening his mouth with a pointed click of the tongue.

“Well, you certainly did before,” he said eventually, his voice hard and flat.

Lister frowned, confused, and finally turned around to look Rimmer incredulously in the eye, holding his dark, accusatory stare evenly.

“What? When?”

“All those times you threatened to turn me off in favour of swapping in Kochanski,” Rimmer said matter-of-factly, like it was obvious. “How about that?”

“Rimmer, that was years ag—”

“Or how about when I went away, then – as Ace or with the Quantum Skipper?” he cut in, not allowing Lister even the slightest moment to get another word out. “You didn’t try to stop me there, did you laddo? In fact you seemed quite happy to watch me go, get me out of your hair. ‘So long smeghead and good riddance!’” He accompanied that last remark with an exaggerated, sarcastic wave of the hand, his voice momentarily switching to a mocking mimicry of Lister’s accent before his expression hardened back into embittered, icy scorn. “I bet you celebrated for weeks.”

Lister looked at him, flabbergasted and speechless, beside himself with disbelief at this point. How long had he been holding onto all this anger for? He’d never let on about any of it before. How was Lister supposed to know this was how he’d really felt about all that the whole time?

“Rimmer, I thought you wanted to go?” he stated, quite unsure of what else to say.

Evidently, it had been the wrong thing to go with.

“Of course I didn’t want to go you stupid goit!” Rimmer shouted, brandishing a furious hand around, gesturing wildly, his voice pitching upwards into something almost hysterical. “Why would I want to do any of that? Go off and get myself killed gallivanting around as a ridiculous-looking poncy git? No thanks. Not for me.”

Lister could feel his resolve waning under the weight of Rimmer’s reproachful, unwaveringly accusatory stare. It was like talking to a brick wall, and maybe the brick wall might have listened to him better.

Rimmer was near-incandescent rage, his eyes positively burning with a sour, hurt kind of fury that had clearly been smouldering away in secret for years waiting for a chance to erupt. Now that it was forcing its way out and dredging things up from long ago to shed light on them again in new and unexpected ways, Lister didn’t really know what to say.

He tried to heave an apologetic shrug, but nothing really felt sincere enough to make a dent in Rimmer’s rancour.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

“Poppycock!” Rimmer spat, and the immense pressure, the seething venom behind it almost made Lister flinch. “You couldn’t wait to get rid of me! You made it perfectly clear on that psi-moon that absolutely none of you like me and not a thing has changed! There I was, ready to turn myself off and be done with it all and you still couldn’t say it. You had to go and make Kryten give the most unconvincing nod the entire universe has ever seen! And then when that failed you threw together some nonsense to do the job instead!”

“It wasn’t nonsense!” Lister all but shouted back, defiant, but it was useless in the face of Rimmer’s stubborn, pig-headed belief in his own version of events.

“Of course it was nonsense, Lister! Flowery words to make me feel like I had some worth! And I went along with it for a while but I knew better than to fall for your little ‘moonlight analogy.’” He brought two fingers up to punctuate those last words contemptuously with air quotes. “I knew you didn’t really mean it. I just knew better this time than to ask.”

“Rimmer—” Lister began, but he barely managed to get another word out before Rimmer steamrolled over him again.

“Just admit it, Lister! Be honest for once in your stupid, pathetic life!”

With a sharp, echoic crack, Lister’s patience snapped and his whole face crumpled into a scowl, fingers curling around the edge of his seat, digging into the fabric.

“What,” he growled, his tone challenging, combative, his eyes wide and piercing beneath his deeply furrowed brows. “You’d rather I didn’t give a smeg then? You’d rather I hadn’t bothered at all?”

Rimmer’s expression faltered, briefly, wavering under the intensity of Lister’s stare but he recovered himself quickly and returned his gaze in kind, holding steady.

“I’d rather you’d meant it—” he began, pressing on uninhibited as Lister tried to interject.

“I did—”

“—but you don’t and I’ve had long enough to rationalise that myself now so there’s no point pretending anymore. Just admit it.”

Lister huffed a sigh, harsh and tired and strained, and with it he felt all the fight drain out of him.

“Rimmer. I meant it,” he said, and suddenly his voice sounded small, almost desperate.

“But—”

“I meant it.”

There was a sense of finality to Lister’s tone as he uttered those words and lowered himself slowly back down onto his chair, a dangerously warning edge to his voice that demanded that Rimmer stop talking nonsense and listen to him, and Rimmer found himself feeling decidedly off-balance all of a sudden, the overwhelming burn of sincerity in the dark brown of Lister’s eyes catching him off-guard and extinguishing whatever biting, sceptical remark had been waiting to climb its way out of his throat next.

In an instant, all that pent-up anger and unrestrained bitterness seemed just to evaporate into thin air, leaving Rimmer a gaping, wordless husk, too beside himself with disbelief to even begin to string together the words necessary to formulate any kind of response at all, let alone a refutation of Lister’s claim.

He had been so confident in his belief that Lister couldn’t possibly have meant a word of anything he had said, had even expected him to agree with him as easily as he had once before, so this continued, defiant refusal to yield to Rimmer’s accusations was quite the unexpected surprise. He hadn’t expected him to fight back quite so passionately. It was enough to almost make him question whether he had somehow got it wrong.

Feeling decidedly unsteady all of a sudden, Rimmer walked stiffly over to the navigation console and lowered himself heavily, somewhat dazedly, into the vacant seat to Lister’s right, where the Cat usually sat.

He didn’t meet Lister’s gaze, the intensity of it now too great to look at directly. Instead, he looked down at his hands, clasped tightly as they were on the edge of the console desk, knuckles blooming white with tension. He ran the argument through his head again, trying to find holes to pick in it but the more he replayed it the more unshakably resolute Lister seemed. He’d never seen him look quite so gravely serious before.

Beside him, he heard Lister let out a drawn-out, long-suffering exhale and could see out of the corner of his eye the way he repositioned himself to face the front again, busying himself with various screens and displays, trying to shake off the uncomfortable tension that had wound up tight like a spring inside him.

In spite of Lister’s unyielding insistence in his own sincerity, Rimmer still couldn’t quite find it within him to believe it. Not fully. Not yet. There were still too many things he couldn’t make sense of, things he needed more satisfactory answers for.

He swallowed thickly, the tightness in his throat still, as of now, unwilling to abate.

“You said you needed me,” he said quietly, after a protracted, suffocating silence, his expression pinching into something confused yet desperate to understand. “But I went away before and you were fine. You didn’t need me then.”

Lister exhaled slowly through the nose but it wasn’t the same aggravated sigh as he had let out a few moments ago. This time there was something oddly distant, oddly gentle about it.

“You don’t know that,” he said quietly, fingers flexing nervously on the console controls, eyes fixed deliberately on any space other than Rimmer’s face. “Maybe that’s when I realised I did.”

Rimmer’s brow furrowed slightly, pondering the implication of Lister’s words.

“So, what, you’re saying you missed me?” he asked, incredulous, already beginning to feel the acidic burn of bitter resentment growing in his gut once more. “You actually expect me to believe that? How stupid do you think I am, Lister? Why would you miss me? You don’t even like me!”

Lister’s voice remained low, calm, defeated in a disarmingly honest way that Rimmer didn’t quite know how to take.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he said with a half-hearted shrug. “But it’s true, man. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Rimmer mulled it over, really gave it some thought and tried to consider taking Lister at his word, but the more he tried to make sense of it the more he felt like he was adding two plus two and ending up with three plus change.

“But it doesn’t make sense!” he cried, shaking his head vehemently and finally turning his head to face Lister again. “You compared yourself with the Sun but the Sun doesn’t need the Moon! The Sun shines on its own power. I doesn’t need any help from some dull, dead little space rock.”

Lister didn’t say anything but Rimmer saw his eyes momentarily flit in his direction and the anxious, unsettled way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed and he felt a miserable little pang of triumph at feeling as though he had finally backed Lister into a corner he couldn’t talk his way out of.

A self-satisfied, condescending little smile pulled at the edges of Rimmer’s mouth but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“So tell me, then, Listy,” he began, straightening up to fix Lister with a cold, interrogatory stare. “What does the Sun need the Moon for that it can’t get anywhere else? What would the Sun be without the Moon?”

He waited a moment, watching the way Lister’s jaw set and the way he closed his eyes and breathed in a steadying, shaky little breath and his eyes flashed with bittersweet satisfaction at his own petty little victory.

He opened his mouth to speak, to discredit any argument that might seek to say the Sun got anything beneficial from the Moon’s presence, but whatever words he had been going to say never made it out into open air.

The moment he had so much as sucked in the breath, Lister cut in, curt and blunt, knocking all the wind out of Rimmer’s sails with a single word:

“Lonely.”

Rimmer blinked, mouth hanging open uselessly until he found the presence of mind to remember to close it. “What?” he asked, tentative, uncertain he had heard him right.

Lister opened his eyes and there was something pained in his expression, something so achingly sincere as he spoke his next words that Rimmer found that he genuinely, honestly didn’t know what to say in response.

“The Sun would be lonely,” he said again, and something strange flipped in Rimmer’s chest at the sound of it.

What? Lonely? That didn’t make any sense. Lister hadn’t been alone. If anything Rimmer had been the one on his own, jumping uselessly from universe to universe deeply regretting ever having left his old one behind, mourning the very real possibility of never seeing it ever again. Lister was saying he’d felt lonely? What a load of utter nonsense. He’d had Cat and Kryten. And Kochanski! He had been the farthest thing from alone!

“But…” Rimmer started, floundering helplessly for something to say. “But there are still other planets…”

“Yeah, but they’re not the Moon are they?”

Lister turned to face him then, an odd, tender shimmer in his eyes, the faintest hints of a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He looked tired, resigned, but there was an openness to his expression that Rimmer wasn’t used to seeing, like he had pulled back the shutters to give him a glimpse of something he hadn’t been aware of the existence of before.

“And there’s a difference is there?” Rimmer asked, his voice suddenly tight with the tension of trying to fight the traitorous little tremor that threatened to worm its way into it.

Lister held his gaze evenly, letting his shoulders slacken slightly as he let out another deep, defeated exhale.

“Yeah…”

So Rimmer had been wrong. It felt strange to have to accept it, felt impossible even now to really comprehend that there had perhaps been genuine truth to Lister’s little pep talk after all and that it hadn’t just been a string of nonsense he’d thrown together to deal with a crisis. He had meant what he’d said about Rimmer being something he needed to keep around, something that had become genuinely vital to his own continued existence, exactly as Holly had said he would be.

Rimmer didn’t know how he felt about that. His artificial heart ached in his chest, too overwhelmed to really take it all in quite yet, but at the same time still too doubtful to fully believe it. He’d been let down before, hurt by the withholding of open affection too many times to count, and even after all this he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the inevitable let down that he had been pessimistically anticipating this whole time.

“So you need me then…” he said slowly, surrendering to allow himself at least to accept that as a concept, however incredible it still seemed. “But you still don’t like me.”

“I like you just fine, Rimmer.”

The admission was so staggeringly unexpected it almost winded him. That strange little agonised pang seared across Rimmer’s chest again and he hated the way he recognised it as the desperate tug of hope in the face of something utterly unbelievable. His lip curled.

“Now I know you’re lying,” he said coldly, dismissively.

“I’m not!” Lister said, eyes wide and earnest.

“Then why couldn’t you say it before? Back then? When I was about to throw everything away? I gave you numerous opportunities to say it, Lister. To name me one person on this stupid smegging ship who likes me and you didn’t say it.”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I did, you daft smegger.”

A little ring of truth, hollow and undeniable, rang through Rimmer’s mind there and he couldn’t find it in him to try to deny it. Of course that was true. What reason did he have to believe otherwise?

He didn’t say anything in response and Lister regarded him for a long, quiet minute before inclining his head in a half-shrug and looking down to fiddle idly with a fraying thread from his gloves.

“Listen, Rimmer, I know you,” he said quietly. “You wouldn’t have listened to me. I had to find another way to get through to you and I just thought, you know, after what the Cat said to you earlier that maybe moonlight was the way to go.”

He shot a glance in Rimmer’s direction again, casting his gaze over the rigid, wound-up tension in his form, the tight line of his jaw, the deep crease in his brow, the doubtful, desperate look in his eyes. He thought back to those moments on the psi-moon what felt like a lifetime ago now, ran his mind over the things he had said, the strange race in his pulse that had jolted rapidly into existence as he’d reached out to touch a man he’d never thought he’d come to care about. He hadn’t fully been lying back then, it had just been much easier to take it back than to lean into it, to pretend he hadn’t meant a word of it.

Look where that had got them now.

“I wasn’t tryin’ to lie to you, Rimmer. Not this time.”

Rimmer stared at him for a good long while, hazel eyes searching every last minuscule part of his expression, trying to find some indicator of deception, some tiny shred of dishonesty. He felt a little lost, a little out of sorts, like he was floating adrift in unfamiliar seas with no clue how best to proceed. He didn’t know how to navigate any of this anymore.

They had never been this honest with each other before. It had always been something of a standoffish, antagonistic relationship that they had had over the years, pockmarked with all the scars of distrust and petty jabs. Every scrap of vulnerability, of open emotional honesty, had been forced out by the emergence of dire circumstances or had slipped out, unbidden, unfiltered, whilst in an alcohol induced haze.

They had danced around addressing those deeper layers, those moments of almost genuine connection, the missed opportunities for closeness, and had largely remained stubbornly reticent, reluctant to stop hiding behind the familiar safety of the old pattern, to dare to really try meet each other where they were.

They had known each other for so long, and yet only now did it seem they were even beginning to make any sort of progress, to start to peel away the top layers, prickly and defensive as they were, and see what more lay underneath.

Still, it was hard to shake off what has long-since been the previously established norm, to try to slot something new and unfamiliar into the picture.

“I still don’t believe you,” Rimmer said quietly and Lister nodded, solemnly understanding.

“I know.”

Silence, heavy and thick, settled over them like a suffocating blanket, the weight of all of the revelations hanging suspended in the air between them, crystalising into something more solid, more real, with each passing second as it gradually, finally began to sink in.

Lister sounded so remorseful, so regretful of his past actions, so sincere in his wish to be believed now and Rimmer was almost ready to actually consider it, to risk trusting him again, just this once. What good did it do Lister to admit to something like this, after all? After all this time, why try to swim against the flow, to change the dynamic? What did he gain from it? Why lie about something like this… unless it wasn’t a lie?

He liked him? Lister liked him? In spite of all their complicated, smegged up history, in spite of all the ire and bitterness and petty disputes and rancorous arguments, in spite of every foul word or contemptuous look he’d ever shot at him, Lister somehow, in his own perplexing little way, had come to like him. And he had missed him when he had gone away.

Something light and fluttery flitted around in Rimmer’s chest, making him feel decidedly light-headed all of a sudden, a bewildering feeling after the grim, heavy weight this whole conversation had been. He felt, tentatively, looser somehow, unburdened by the crushing pressure of his own doubts and insecurities whispering in his ear, telling him he was worthless and despised. Lister had no reason to stand his ground and defend his word unless he really had meant something by it and that knowledge was something of a comfort, a warm little nugget of hope that maybe he could trust him on this one little thing if nothing else.

Beside him, Lister shifted in his seat, stretching his shoulders and rolling his neck before settling back against the padded backrest and breathing out deeply. He seemed largely to have shaken off most of the discomfort of the last tense few minutes, confident that the worst of it had passed now.

He cleared his throat and decided to test whether the waters had calmed enough to return to some sort of normalcy again.

“Hey, since you’re still here, d’you mind checking the console on Cat’s side?” he said, tilting his head slightly to his right but keeping his eyes on the screens in front of him. “Think a few things were on the fritz there the other day.”

Rimmer’s face opened with alarm, eyes widening and regarding the console in front of him in horrified disbelief. “What!?” he cried, utterly appalled at the lazy lack of urgency Lister seemed to show towards the situation. “And you didn’t think to mention it? Or even try to fix it yourself?”

Lister shrugged, raising his hands innocently to brush off the responsibility. “Hey, man, don’t look at me! It’s the Cat’s station! I don’t use it!” His lips quirked into an impish, lop-sided grin as he turned and indicated with his eyes towards the console again. “Just give it a look over will you since I’m obviously very importantly busy here.”

He poked his tongue out teasingly beneath his teeth and Rimmer rolled his eyes at him and shook his head, peering down to get a better look at whatever it was Lister believed was wrong with it.

“God, I have to do everything around here, don’t I?” he muttered, but it was only half-hearted. In actual fact he was quite relieved to have left the tense atmosphere behind and lapsed back into something more comfortably familiar. “Where is it?”

“It’s there, Rimmer. You’ll see it.”

Rimmer frowned, sensing something odd, playful, in Lister’s tone and he straightened up to regard him suspiciously, an eyebrow quirked high on his brow.

“Lister… I don’t see anything wrong with any of the controls.”

The smile on Lister’s face only broadened and there was a twinkle in his eye as he shot Rimmer a faux-apologetic look.

“Must’ve been my mistake then.”

“Clearly.”

“You can keep lookin’ if you want.”

“I’ll pass.”

That was what he said, but for a good several seconds more Rimmer did still cast his gaze one last time across the whole console just in case there really had been something he’d missed.

Finding nothing, he sat back the chair and pondered, belatedly, whether Lister had just been messing with him, deliberately trying to steer them away from the uncomfortable precipice of vulnerability they had previously been balancing precariously at the edge of.

He had to admit the familiarity of their usual level of bickering was a welcome return to normalcy after how tense and uncomfortable the last while had been. It had toed a line there, taken a tentative step over a border neither of them usually went anywhere near. Things were out in the open now that hadn’t been made clear before. Something important had changed. It just goes to show just how long they’d been stuck in this situation together by now. Even the most stubborn immovable souls in the universe could begin to grow if given half a chance and a couple of decades.

He should really be going right about now. He had already wasted far too much time lingering about in here and he had plenty of other things he ought to be getting on with but somehow he found himself loathe to peel himself away, content to sit in the little bubble of quiet a little longer.

Lister was humming now, some tuneless little ditty, and he was drumming his fingers on the console absent-mindedly as he flicked through different display screens that only continued to read the same as they had before. For all that he was getting on in years, there were still many things about him that hadn’t changed. He still left a mess wherever he went, still turned up late to his shifts and lost interest real quick if things weren’t interesting enough to hold his attention, and he still drove him up the wall with his terrible singing and mediocre guitar playing.

Rimmer would never admit it, not even if he was dying a second, permanent death, but he had missed this. He had Lister’s stupid, deeply frustrating personality more than he had expected to while he’d been away and there was something pleasantly surprising to find after all this time that the feeling had in fact been mutual after all.

God, the effort it had taken to even get to the point where that could be made known, though.

Rimmer huffed a short, sharp little breath and regarded Lister again, straightening up in his chair.

“Lister,” he made to say, but whatever had been about to follow never made it out.

One of the screens in the middle of the console flashed suddenly and a familiar gormless old face flickered into view, the tired lines of his mouth pulling up in the faintest of smiles.

“What’s happenin’, dudes? What’d I miss?”

Lister’s face broke out into a wide grin at the greeting. “Hol! You’re back online!” he exclaimed, a barely disguised note of relief in his voice.

“That I am, Dave,” Holly said with a self-satisfied little nod. “Clean and fresh and fully operational.”

Rimmer rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Sure, if you can call what you are these days ‘fully operational’…” he muttered.

“You what? Are you doubting my superior capabilities again, Arnold?”

Rimmer made to respond but Lister waved him silent. “Rimmer, don’t get him started,” he said before turning to Holly again and loading up a few screens. “Here, Hol, there’s a moon up ahead with some useful resources. Think you can get us close enough to it on your own?”

Holly’s brow furrowed into a frown at the very thought that such a request would be troublesome for him.

“Sure can, Dave,” he said confidently. “Could even do it with me eyes closed.”

“Please don’t…” Rimmer groaned, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose frustratedly.

“And speakin’ of moons,” Lister said, pulling himself up out of his chair and leaning forwards to give Rimmer a firm, friendly pat on the shoulder. “There’s a moon in here too that needs to loosen up a bit. C’mon, Rimmer, let’s leave it to Holly.”

“But—”

“Come on!”

He was reluctant to obey but somehow felt himself being tugged along anyway, drawn away by something intangible and invisible but powerful all the same. It was like being caught in a gravitational pull, like being dragged into the orbit of something too irresistible to break away from and it hadn’t even been the first time that had happened.

Every time he had tried to go away before, to leave in search of something better, he had always felt himself being inexplicably drawn back, returning without fail to the comforting – if highly aggravating – familiarity of being in Lister’s company.

Maybe Lister had been onto something with the whole Sun and Moon thing, about him being moonlight. Maybe he really was a moon, tethered to the pull of its nearby sun. Maybe he was the light that existed because of that.

He had always assumed that if Lister had meant what he had said at all then he had surely meant it literally; that Rimmer was the moonlight emitted from a lightbee moon to reflect back the memories of the Rimmer that Lister had once known but he wondered now whether there had been more to it than that – whether moonlight encapsulated something more, something broader about their relationship to one another.

Perhaps it wasn’t just him that moonlight represented but them, the sum of the two and everything that they made together by being in each other’s company, both the good and the bad.

Moonlight was the arguing and petty bickering, the sarcasm and the scorn, but it was also in the quiet admissions and personal stories, in the knowing looks and rare smiles. It was David Lister and Arnold Rimmer and everything that passed in between. It was something that had been sorely missing when he had been away, something that couldn’t exist without both of them.

“The Sun can’t make moonlight without the Moon, and the Moon can’t make moonlight without the Sun, so who’s making the moonlight?”

“They both are…”

As Rimmer followed Lister out of the Drive Room, let himself be pulled along into his orbit as always, he felt himself begin to feel lighter than he had felt in some time, the bitter weight of all that doubt he had been holding onto since that night stranded beneath the sands of the desert moon falling away with every step, and when Lister turned to flash that same old gerbil-like grin he’s always worn, he found himself momentarily dazzled by it, felt something warm and pleasant bloom suddenly in his chest, radiating out to fill every last bit of him, warming him from the inside out.

Distantly, as the unconscious beginnings of an unwitting smile began to tug on the corners of his lips, Rimmer thought – with a note of fondness he would surely come to anxiously ponder the meaning of later – that the sun suited Lister rather well.

#smegtober2023 #i think the longer i let things get the more i lose the thread of what i was trying to do lol #i shouldnt be writing nearly 8000 words in one day why can't I ever keep these short xD #it would make my life easier xD #anyway i might not be able to keep up with the rest of the month bc I'm definitely starting to feel fatigued from how much writing #i have done in the last two weeks compared with the nothing i've written for the last several years #but even if i do slip i'd still like to finish the rest of the prompts in november bc i still have some things i'd like to use with them

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Hi👋 If you could make a part 3 of it had to be done where Takemichi goes back to the past and everyone somehow found out it was him. Like maybe he broke for a second and let it slip. How would would they all react.But no rush and have a good day ❤️

Tokyo Manji Gang x GN!reader

In which they find out the truth.

Warnings: Dead reader, slight violence, mentions of suicide

Genre: Angst

Note: Oop- part three as the final let's go. Also you guys are so sweet <3

Part one | Part two

“Takemichi, welcome back!”

Takemichi blinked as he found himself in Naoto’s office, grabbing his head as he let his past actions go through his mind, remembering the vile thing he had done. Nausea crawled up his throat as Chifuyu’s screams echoed in his head.

Shooting up, he looked up at Naoto with hopeful eyes, “I-Is, is Hina alright?”

Naoto nodded with a smile on his face as he clapped Takemichi on the back, “you did it, Takemichi.”

The male let out a sigh of relief as he let himself lay back down, hands rubbing his face as he let himself relax. “I killed them, Naoto.” An uncomfortable silence settled in the office.

“You had to kill them in order to save-”

“I killed someone, Naoto!” Takemichi yelled, cutting the younger male’s speech as his breathing got heavy. “A-are they happy? Are the members of Toman happy?” Takemichi asked, running a hand through his hair, further dishevelling it.

“They’re happy.” Naoto said firmly.

“Where’s Mikey?”

Silence.

“Naoto, where’s Mikey?”

“No one has seen him in the last ten years, he’s off the radar.”

Takemichi gulped as he tried to rack through his mind, figuring out where the male could be. “I have a feeling Kisaki is behind it, his goal was to emotionally manipulate Mikey so he can take over Tokyo.”

“So you’re saying killing Y/n did nothing if Kisaki is still alive?”

A pounding headache seemed to dull Takemichi’s thoughts, this time travel business was taking a toll on him and he was starting to see it affect his physical and mental state. The eye-bags grew darker and his mind was swirling with dark thoughts, the tremble in his body was constant, but he had to do this to make everyone else happy. He had to do this for his newly acquired friends and comrades.

“Kisaki took Mikey’s emotional vulnerability and moulded him into his puppet after Y/n’s death. We both know keeping Y/n alive would end in the same future.”

The bustling streets did little to keep Takemichi out of his thoughts, hands in his jean pockets as he walked with his head down. His shoulders jerked as people collided with him in their haste to get to their destination, he let them as he walked through the swarm of people. It was dark, he wasn’t aware of the time as he rushed out of Naoto’s office to have time to himself to process the last forty-eight hours

‘How is Mikey killing people off so easily when I feel this distraught after-’

“Takemitchy?”

Takemichi blinked as he looked up, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Chifuyu?”

Chifuyu looked different, his eyes looked dull -almost haunted as he analyzed the male before him. “You came from the past didn’t you?” Takemichi caught sight of the thin bracelet Y/n always wore on Chifuyu’s right wrist as he fiddled with the metal nervously.

“How’d you figure that out?”

“You’re not running away from me, that’s why.”

Takemichi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what had transpired in the past when he came back?

Chifuyu sighed before a sad smile settled on his lips, clapping Takemichi on the back as he led him to a nearby coffee shop.

It was a rather calming environment in the cafe, the lingering aroma of the bitter drink wafting the air, engulfing the cafe in a warm embrace. The lights weren’t too bright, allowing the eyes to settle themselves from the dark street outside. The crowd was calm, the cafe only littered with sleep deprived university students who were too consumed in their laptop with two to three empty mugs on their table.

Chifuyu was leaning back on the chair, hands in his hoodie pocket as he stared at the table in front as an awkward tension fronted between the two. Only the sounds of the laptop keyboards clacking and the rustling of papers could be heard, aside from the slight chatter amongst coworkers.

“What happened?” Takemichi’s voice was soft, it may have been ten years for Chifuyu but it was only two days for Takemichi himself. “You couldn’t handle the guilt and cut us off a couple of months after their death.” Chifuyu gulped, staring out the window to keep himself away from remembering the scene.

“They’re okay... Mikey on the other hand...” Chifuyu sighed before staring right into Takemichi’s wavering eyes, “Mikey lost it after you left Toman.”

“You reminded him too much of Shinichiro, you leaving from Toman was like losing Shinichiro all over again. He lost himself to his own dark impulses, especially since Kisaki managed to indulge him in that darkness.”

“Takemitchy, take my advice and stay far away from the city,” Chifuyu leaned forward as seriousness took over his features, “you slipped up and Kisaki heard you muttering to yourself about killing Y/n. He’s convinced Mikey it was you, Mikey is going to kill you.”

“If that was the case then why am I not dead yet?”

Chifuyu shrugged, “thats why I was surprised to see you alive. You don’t understand how highly Mikey thought of Y/n, he would do anything and everything to avenge them. You’re lucky the Kawata twins aren’t involved in this.”

Takemichi gulped, this was not how he was planning this to go. He didn’t want to become Toman’s enemy, especially not Mikey’s after taking so long to build that trust he fought for. He has to fix this in the past somehow but he was coming up with blanks, Kisaki has to stay away from Mikey at all cost.

Chifuyu noticed a figure staring at the two through the window, his eyes narrowing at the item in his hand before gasping as it was aimed towards them.

“Get down!” Chifuyu exclaimed, jumping out of his chair and pulling Takemichi down with him as a rain of bullets crashed through the cafe’s window. Screams were heard as their ears rang from the sudden sounds of gunshots, glass crinkling under the footsteps of the visitors rushing out of the cafe. Chifuyu let go of Takemichi as he glanced up and caught the eyes of their old Toman leader. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the, now, black haired leader. Mikey looked unhealthy despite the wild look in his eyes as he glared down at Takemichi, clothes hanging off of his frame.

“We finally meet, Takemitchy.” Mikey’s voice was void of emotion.

Takemichi shivered as he met the gaze of Mikey, this was not going in his favour at all, “M-Mikey!”

Mikey’s eyes turned from Takemichi’s to Chifuyus, the latter’s gaze not wavering from their old leader despite the shaky breathing showing his true emotion of fear. “You’re with the traitor now? Did you just forgive him like that?” Mikey released the safety of the gun, aiming it towards Chifuyu as his gaze landed on his wrist, eyes narrowing on the piece of jewelry that wrapped around it.

“How dare you wear that when you’ve easily forgiven Takemitchy for framing their death as suicide?” Mikey’s voice grew aggressive as his hand shook with rage, “did all of you just forget their importance?!”

“Mikey, there’s an explanation!” Chifuyu tried but mercy was not spared as a bullet was fired right through his skull. The thud of the slack body and the oozing blood had Takemichi screaming, his breathing erratic as he held both hand to his mouth. “Chifuyu!”

“That’s what happens to traitors.” Despite killing one of his old comrades, Mikey pushed past it as if it were a mere bug he squished.

The gun was then pointed at Takemichi, his trembling figure a pathetic sight to the former Toman leader. “Tell me Takemitchy, how was it seeing Y/n die? What was your purpose to do such a thing?”

“Do you know how much it hurt, Takemitchy? Did you know I was planning to confess to them the very next day? I wouldn’t have cared even if they rejected me because they were my everything and you took that away from me!” A broken laugh escaped the male, “how would you feel if I stole Hina from you?”

Takemichi swallowed down the bile that rose up his throat, teary eyes staring at Mikey in fear. If he dies now, everything he did would be in vain. “M-Mikey...” He didn’t know how to formulate his words, a seemingly tight hold on his throat. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” Takemichi murmured to himself, knowing there was no way he was going to convince Mikey of anything now, he was too far gone.

The suspense irritated Mikey as he clicked his tongue in annoyance and released the safety of the pistol, “this is for Y/n, Takemitchy.”

A loud bang resonated the room.

Takemichi curled up on himself, ears ringing. No pain ebbed away at his form, confusion settled as he raised his head up from his position. The silence was deafening.

“Takemichi.”

Naoto’s voice had his head snapping up, in front of him lay Mikey’s corpse, a slight twitch in his fingers. Takemichi couldn’t hold down his urge to vomit any longer, he threw up the contents of his stomach as he leaned forward on his hands and knees, tears falling along with the fluid. The burn in his throat became irritating.

“I-I have to go back.” He rushed as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, shakily getting up off his knees.

“We have Hina saved, we caught Mikey, nothing can harm us anymore.” Naoto rationalized, stepping over the corpse and towards the older male. “N-No! If it’s not Mikey it’ll be Kisaki, I have to go back! I don’t want any of them dead! I have to save Chifuyu and Mikey.”

Naoto sighed before extending his hand forward toward the crying male, “let’s hope it’s better the next time round.”

Takemichi grabbed Naoto’s hand and a tingle went through his body as his consciousness was thrown back ten years.

The loud banging of the door jostled him awake, scrambling off of his bed and dashing towards the front door. Throwing it open, he found a rather annoyed Draken. “Listen, I know it’s rough but you can’t go missing on Toman meetings.” He grunted before giving Takemichi a glance over, a snicker escaping his lips, “also, don’t open your front door when you’re barely dressed.”

“Huh?”

Takemichi glanced down and immediately wrapped his arms around himself, only sporting briefs on his person.

Draken rolled his eyes before turning back to head out, “Mikey is expecting you.” Was all he uttered before walking away from his residence.

‘What could Mikey want to talk about? Does he already know I was behind this? Maybe I messed up both timelines already by doing something so drastic.’

He made it to the shrine where Toman meetings are held, gulping down his fear as he found Mikey sitting on the top steps with Draken beside him. Takemichi wished he brought Chifuyu with him but was adamant on not dragging him into this mess. He didn’t want to see Chifuyu die for his sake.

“Ah, Takemitchy!” It was odd to see the child-like demeanour of Mikey, especially right after he attempted to shoot him, “come sit with us.” He patted the ground next to him as Takemichi made his way over.

“You know, I didn’t think Y/n’s death would affect you like this.” Mikey hummed, “I thought you two weren’t close.”

“We weren’t, but they were nice.” Takemichi muttered, despite not knowing Y/n for long, it felt like he knew them for longer due to seeing them in the future constantly.

“They were, weren’t they?” Mikey had a far off look in his eyes, perhaps he was thinking of the words he could have said before any of this took place. Maybe it was the confession that future Mikey had told him about.

Takemichi awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, gaze set on the floor as he mulled over his idea of coming clean to Mikey.

“You’re odd, Takemitchy.”

Those three words had Takemichi break out in cold sweat, heart beating fast as he froze. “W-What do you mean?”

Mikey made sure to note his stutter, Draken eyeing the male too. The two have been discussing about Takemichi’s ability to pin-point and know certain things that they themselves couldn’t think of or predict.

“You’re hiding something.” Mikey faced Takemichi, a serious expression on his face, “you’re different during odd periods of time, it’s like you’re in a confused haze. You can predict certain things that we can not, like Kiyomasa’s attempt at killing Draken. Chifuyu seems to have trusted you quite easily, especially after Baji’s death. You two look like you’re conspiring consantly.”

Each word that came out of Mikey’s mouth had Takemichi praying to every God that was willing to answer his prayers for things to go his way as anxiety took over and his body heated uncomfortably under the gazes of the two top members in Toman.

“Remember when I asked you if you were really a middle school student?”

Takemichi nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“I had my doubts because we heard you say something about wasting fifteen years. You also sound way too mature at times.”

It was all unfolding right in front of Takemichi, he hadn’t been careful enough and now they’re going to figure it out and kill him, but it was now or never.

“I’m Takemichi from the future.”

Mikey leaned back as he absorbed the information as Draken look bewildered, “how’s that possible?”

“I don’t know but it just happened, and I’ve been on the mission to save you guys in the future. It started with just wanting to save Hina but... You guys are my friends and I want to save you too.”

“How bad is the future?” Mikey asked, curiosity masking his shock.

“Very. I’ve been going back and forth trying to figure out the triggers and even when I do save someone or end up changing the timeline it just got worse and worse. You guys were getting killed each time.” Takemichi bit his lip.

“That’s how you knew about Draken, huh?”

Takemichi nodded before cringing away as the topic he wanted to avoid came up, “who killed us?”

“U-um, Y/n did.”

The two best friends looked at Takemichi warily, Draken had clicked the events of Y/n’s death together as he abruptly stood up and grabbed Takemichi by the collar, “tell me you didn’t!” Draken seethed, lifting Takemichi off the ground.

Mikey took a minute to understand where the anger Draken was feeling came from, a dark look forming on his face as he slowly stood up.

“I had to! They were miserable in the future, Y/n wanted it to be over with!” Takemichi grasped Draken’s wrist, attempting to get away from his grasp. “You framed it as a suicide?” Mikey’s voice was dark, face void of emotion as he was trying to figure out what to make of Takemichi.

“They knew what was in the drink! I told them what happens in the future and they went through with it!”

“There could have been another way!” Draken shook him vigorously, his own form shaking at the thought of them dying alone with a male Y/n hardly knew. He wondered how scared Y/n must have been. Tears were streaming down Takemichi’s face as he defended his choice, “there wasn’t! I tried! I didn’t want to do it but they were the ones to kill all of Toman each and every time!”

A kick to his head sent him flying and landing roughly on the ground. Mikey slowly lowered his leg, walking towards Takemichi eerily. The crying blonde tried to back up but a foot landed on his stomach, holding him in place.

“Did you know I was going to-”

“You told me you were going to confess to Y/n the day you found them! You told me that in the future after you shot Chifuyu and almost shot me!” Mikey froze at the confession.

He had slight doubts before but now it was confirmed, he never told anyone his plan of confessing despite the not-so-subtle affection Mikey used to showcase. Takemichi must be telling the truth about Y/n disrupting the future, albeit not knowing he himself was behind Y/n being manipulated into staying with him.

Mikey slowly lifted his foot off of Takemichi, eyes downcast as a sullen look came over him, “I shot Chifuyu?”

Takemichi nodded, “you were after me and shot him just because he was associated with me after what I did.”

Mikey nodded numbly before glancing at Draken who looked defeated at the confrontation, “I didn’t want to do it, I really tried so hard for everything to change by not resorting to that!” Takemichi cried as he got on his knees before bowing in a dogeza formation.

“I’m so sorry!” Takemichi’s voice cracked as he sobbed.

Draken and Mikey were alarmed at the sudden prostration, sensing his genuine apology as the boy was in shambles. They realized how much of a burden Takemichi may have been carrying on his shoulders, it was like the fate of their lives was all he survived this long for.

“Oi, Takemitchy.” Draken voiced, “get up.”

Takemichi stayed in position, chanting apologies like a prayer, form trembling as sobs escaped through his words. Mikey placed his hand on Takemichi’s back, “get up, Takemitchy. You did what you had to.”

The sobbing boy raised his upper body, now on his knees as he wipes snot and tears off his face with his jacket sleeve. Hiccups escaping him as the two males stared slightly disgusted at the snotty and tear-stained male, noting to avoid holding onto his sleeve.

“We’re not going to blame you,” Mikey began, smacking a hand on the boy’s back to get him to loosen up, “but I feel like Draken deserves to get a punch in to get his feelings out of the way.”

Takemichi gulped as he heard Draken crack his knuckles, accepting the conditions. It was only fair as Mikey got his anger out with the kick he delivered earlier. “I deserve it.” Takemichi whimpered as his head turned to the side at the powerful impact.

It felt like Draken had poured all his power and energy into that one punch to get one hit in. Draken grinned as he rubbed his knuckles after delivering the hit, “don’t worry anymore, Takemitchy.”

“Next time, come to us and we can help you out. You don’t need to do this alone.” Mikey gave a closed eye smile as he extended a hand out to Takemichi. The beaten male looked between the two in awe, wondering how they could forgive him like this. Grabbing Mikey’s hand, he let himself be hauled up.

Mikey wrapped his arm around Takemichi’s shoulder as they walked away from the area, “let’s not tell the rest of Toman about this, especially not Smiley, he’ll kill you on the spot.”

Takemichi gulped as he agreed.

“I’m not over their death yet,” Mikey continued, “they weren’t in pain, were they?”

“No, no they were fine. They knew something was wrong the moment I stepped foot in their apartment. They knew what was in the drink but proceeded to go through with it anyway. It was painless.”

The cool wind soothed the heated body of Takemichi as he made way to the park where he asked Chifuyu to meet. He decided on staying a couple more days to note Toman’s behaviour and to make sure nothing goes awry. The relief he felt was one for celebration as he swung the plastic bag filled to the brim with snacks and drinks, he was glad it went better than he had expected.

The hunched figure of Chifuyu on the swing has Takemichi bounding over to him in excitement.

Chifuyu flinched as Takemichi appeared in front of him suddenly, looking less tense than he had earlier. “You scared me.” Chifuyu breathed out but smiled seeing the male out of the house again.

“I told them, Chifuyu.”

The boy’s eyes widened as he acknowledged Takemichi’s bandaged face, scanning the injuries and realizing they probably got some hits on him after the confession.

“And?”

“They’re okay, they believed me but had to get a few hits in to get that anger out.” Takemichi shrugged, “I thought I was done for! They pieced together most of it though.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he extended the hand holding the plastic bag towards Chifuyu who glanced at the contents, “calls for a celebration, huh? Toman will be okay.”

Chifuyu let out a relieved smile as he grabbed the bag to rummage through, “We’ll be okay.”

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divinerulerluvr · 4 years ago

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Give In To Me

DAY 1 OF 1k CELEBRATION

Angry at Elizabeth, you go to confront her only to be seduced.

The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson) x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Smut, angst, murder mentions, arguments, slight mind-control themes, thigh riding, Elizabeth uses the strap on reader, reader calls her mommy once, it's not much but it's still dirty.

A/N - Welcome to day 1!! Decided to start with an old request for this. I know this isn't an Evan Peters character but hey she's still hot. This is also like 3k words :))

It was a slippery slope.

Slope wasn’t the right word. You were being pushed over the edge of a cut-off cliff after some chase sequence. That was a better analogy.

After your eyes were finally opened to all of your girlfriend’s -- The Countess or known to you as Elizabeth -- actions by Ramona, you began to find it difficult to feel safe in her presence. And Elizabeth knew this.

The process of falling out of love was sloppy and messy.

It starts with a begrudging realization. The moment where the rose-colored glasses are removed and the red flags are once again red. Then, the denial. “This isn’t true”. “She was good to me”. “We love each other. She isn’t evil”.

The next stage was anger. And that was where you were caught. Resentment, hatred, disgust, bitterness. All of these emotions flooding you whenever she was near. When she touched you, when she smiled.

Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer.

Elizabeth knew you hated her. She could taste the bitter sourness in your blood. Your blood used to smell of raspberries and cream. Now… it was reduced to dark, staining, nasty flavors and flavor that Elizabeth hated tasting. Especially from you.

She knew she didn’t have much longer with you. She knew you would up and leave soon enough. And with her being trapped inside of the hotel due to her being dead, she couldn’t risk you leaving for good.

The only person she had ever loved like this was Valentino. And him dying broke her.

Sitting on the couch in her penthouse, you await her to return so you could speak with her. You were finally going to break up with her. You couldn’t stand the woman anymore. You tried to make it not obvious, but you weren’t sure how successful that was.

When she would touch you, you had to close your eyes and float away from the situation. You grew afraid that if you objected to anything she did, you’d end up like Tristan. Or any of the others she had killed to feed off of in the past.

Elizabeth finally enters the penthouse, dressed in a skin-tight off-the-shoulder red and black dress that had a flowy skirt.

You hated her but she looked beautiful.

“Y/n. What’re you doing here?” Elizabeth asks, her suave voice making you shiver. “I came to… to talk, actually,” you say, standing from the couch as you try to keep up a strong facade. She smiles coyly, waiting for you to say what you wanted.

“We have to break up,”

Elizabeth looks at you with those eyes that make you feel as though she was reading your every thought like some kind of journal. Like she was looking directly into your soul.

The silence was heavy as you just stand there, part of you thinking that this would be your demise. “Do I want to know why?” Elizabeth finally speaks, her words softer than usual as that cold demeanor melts off like it usually does when she’s alone with you.

Swallowing thickly, you speak again. “I can’t stay with you because I know you. What you are,” you explain, your fear coating her tongue like a heavy cream. Elizabeth hums, nodding as she walks over to her tray of alcohols.

You step back from her, her silence scaring you. “I take it that what I am is a deal-breaker?” she asks.

Nodding, she sighs at your response, sipping at her drink. Her eyes land on yours once again. “Ramona?” she asks in one word and you nod again, knowing what she meant right away. “What else did she tell you?”

You shake your head, there being nothing else. “Words, doll,” she says with just a fragment of authority. “Nothing. She told me nothing else,” you verbalize.

“I will not lie to you. I feel you’ve earned that. Ramona did tell you the truth. But, I no longer feed on blood to live,” Elizabeth says, stepping closer to you. You freeze, eyeing her carefully. Stepping even closer to you, she grabs your hand with her empty one and places your palm on her chest, right over where her heart would be.

There was nothing. You weren’t sure why, but there was no heartbeat. She cradles her hand over yours, her eyes studying your expression as you slowly figure it out.

You had known this place was haunted and you knew of ghosts being stuck around for eternity. Like James or Sally or even Liz. But you never guessed the woman you had been dating for seven months to be dead as well.

Quickly pulling your hand back, you stumble away from her. Your own heart pounds, your skin heating up as you feel that fear course over you again. “No. No, no it’s not true. I-It can’t be,” you stammer out nervously.

Elizabeth sips at her drink, letting you freak out on your own. “This is crazy,” you mumble to yourself. “You’re dead and we’ve been dating for months now. Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, anger once again resurfacing.

“I loved you too much to hurt you like that. I didn’t expect to feel like this when we met,” Elizabeth excuses.

You shake your head, your eyes watering as everything clicks into place. The fact she couldn’t leave the hotel. The fact she never wanted to be photographed. The fact she always coaxed you into staying at the hotel with her.

“That wasn’t love. It was obsession, Elizabeth,” you fight back.

She frowns, an inkling of remorse showing on her face if even for a moment. “We had sex. We did all of these things and you’ve just been… dead? The whole time?” you continue, unable to truly wrap your head around the idea.

Elizabeth nods, setting her glass down on the coffee table before walking towards you again. You step back, only cornering yourself against the wall. She looks at you with those beautiful eyes of hers, reaching out and running her thumb over your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t lose you,” she says in a whisper, her hand cold against your cheek. You furrow your brows in confusion, feeling a tear streak down your face. “You just did, Elizabeth. It’s unforgivable,” you reply in the same tone as she spoke in.

Pushing her off of you, you go to walk out of the penthouse only for her to grasp your arm. “You can’t just leave. I’ve been your life for too long. Break up with me and you have nobody to go to,” Elizabeth threatens calmly.

Wiggling in her strong grasp, you try so desperately to get free. You feared she would kill you so you were trapped in the hotel with her.

“Please,” you beg weakly, your wrist hurting where she was grabbing you. Her eyes lock on yours, a subtle rage burning behind the hazel of her eyes. “One last time,” she says, her words confusing you.

“One last what?” you question, stopping your fruitless attempts to get out of her grip. Elizabeth smiles softly, her grip giving up as she steps closer to you and kisses you slowly.

Her lips work with your, her mouth tasting of polar ice mint and the whiskey she had just drunk. You reluctantly kiss back, not sure what would happen if you defied her want. Her hand runs down your side, landing on the curve of your hip.

The feeling of her lips on your made your heart ache. You’d miss this. Everything about her you’d miss. It was so wrong. She was evil and a murderer and yet you found this macabre comfort in her arms. Kissing her. Touching her.

Melting into her touch, you two fall into a steady rhythm as you always did. Her right hand on your cheek and her left on your hip, she slowly guides you away from the door and towards the couch without you even noticing.

Her hands go to remove your clothes all while still kissing. Her fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss only then to remove the fabric. Reconnecting the kiss, she pulls your pants down and sits you on the couch to remove them the rest of the way.

She sits down beside you, your lips still working passionately together. You moan into the kisses as her hand settling between your thighs.

Toying with your clit through the fabric of your panties, you feel that horrible gut-wrenching guilt rake over you. The woman you’re making out with has killed multiple people. Drank their blood, watched the life drain from their eyes. You push her off of you, suddenly disgusted by her yet again.

She looked angry.

Her eyes were darker than usual -- the hazel now looking more like a deep green than blue. Her face was expressionless but you felt the looming frustration of your rejection.

Unsatisfied with your hesitance, she leans forward and kisses you again, holding you by the back of your neck like some kind of disobedient kitten. You reluctantly kiss back, the guilt making you sick.

Her hand lands on your breast, squeezing it while pinching your nipple weakly. That previous guilt seems to vanish and you think she had brainwashed you somehow due to how quickly the shame just left.

Keeping one hand on the back of your neck, the hand on your breast slides down to your waist as she pulls you onto her lap.

You settle with your legs on either side of her thigh -- your knee pushed against her core in a sort of modified scissoring position. Your body tenses as she subtly bounces her leg so it moves against your clothed pussy.

A stifled moan escapes your lips, only to be silenced by Elizabeth’s mouth on yours. You buck your hips down into her thigh, the minimal stimulation already making you soaked.

Her lips move from your mouth down your neck and ending at your breasts. She wraps her lips around your sensitive nipple as she massages the other. You grind your hips into her thigh, the skirt of her dress having been pulled up so you can feel her soft skin on your inner thighs.

Your fingers run through her perfect hair, undoing her proper hairstyle. Your movements grow choppy and faster as your pleasure stacks up into an eventual orgasm. Elizabeth continues marking the soft flesh of your breasts with her bruises.

Moaning, you feel every muscle in your body tense up and flex as your orgasm washes over you like a wave of molasses. You throw your head back, riding out your orgasm on her smooth thigh.

You feel the wetness in your panties as you stop moving your hips. Elizabeth pulls her lips from your breasts, her hands placed firmly on your hips down.

Pulling your eyes open, you look down at Elizabeth who’s red lipstick was now smeared on her lips. And in turn, all over your chest. She reaches up and pets your hair, her hand running down your warm cheek. “Forgive me, doll,” she whispers suavely.

Your spit becomes thick at her words. You realized what you had just done. She often used sex to get her way. You knew this. And it worked every time without fail. You had become as much to blame as she was. You were pretending what she did was okay when it wasn’t.

But for some reason, you didn’t want to run away.

Instead, you nod.

Elizabeth smiles that signature innocent yet devious smile, brushing her fingers over your lips that were stained with her lipstick.

“Good girl,” she praises, moving you off of her and laying you down on the couch. You exhale deeply as her eyes fall onto your panties which happened to be light grey. A color that showed your arousal better than any other.

She smirks, running her cold, acrylic decorated fingers over your pussy. You squirm, your hips rising from the couch only to be pushed back down. She feels the wet pay off from your soaked panties, excited to pull the fabric off of you.

Slipping her fingers under the waistband of your panties, she slowly drags them down your thighs and off of your legs until she was holding the flimsy fabric on her finger. You look at your panties in her hand, embarrassed by how wet the crotch was.

“Only good dollies get this wet,” she remarks, using her favorite nickname on you. You keep your knees together -- Elizabeth now standing over you as you stay laying down.

“You know what good dollies get?” Elizabeth probes, leaning over you so your face was inches from hers. “W-What?” you ask, your voice shaking from anticipation. She smirks, her eyes scanning your pretty face. “They get the strap used on them,” she finally answers.

You smile with happiness, taking her hand as she leads you to the bed. She leans you over the edge of her high-raised bed, walking over to the dresser to grab the strap.

With your cheek resting on the bed, you watch as she strips herself naked and buckles on her strap. The dildo attached was purple and about eight inches long. It was your favorite one so she’d always use it on you but only when you earned it.

Your eyes take in her naked form. Appreciating how her breasts jiggle as she tightens the black belt of the toy around her waist. She walks over to you, running her hand down your exposed back and over the curve of your ass before slapping your ass cheek.

Inhaling sharply, she leaves your line of sight when she stands behind you. You stay bent over the bed, Elizabeth behind you as she runs her fingers through your sticky folds.

Pleased with how insanely wet you are, she slowly pushes the head of her dildo into your pussy. Teasing you by only pushing about an inch in. You squirm on the bed, wanting so badly to buck your hips back against her dildo and have it be rammed into you.

But you knew she’d tie you up and tease you if you did that.

Her hands grip your waist, holding you steady as she slowly pushes more of her strap into you. You eagerly accept it, wiggling your hips in response. She chuckles softly, loving your enthusiasm.

Slowly but surely, Elizabeth’s cock bottoms out in you. Her thighs now touching the back of yours as she stalls deep in your pussy.

You let out a low mewl, your pussy clenching around the dildo. Pulling her hips back, Elizabeth pushes back into your wet cunt with a rough thrust. You cry out, your voice cracking as a delicious shiver courses through your body.

Her fingers dig into your skin, helping keep you steady as she starts steadily thrusting into you. You grip the sheets in your hands, overwhelmed by how good you felt.

She runs one of her hands up the curve of your back, reaching around and gripping your throat in her palm. You moan, feeling her fingers dig into the sides of your throat. You push your hips back against hers, causing the tip of her dildo to jam into your g-spot.

“Stay still for me, doll,” she instructs, her words low and filled with authority. You whimper in response, your mind too clouded to verbally reply. “Words, or I stop,” she adds on. You swallow, your body shuddering as you reply. “Yes, mommy,”

She hums lowly, fucking you even harder as if being called “mommy” fueled her fire. She removes her hand from your neck, placing it on the middle of your back to keep you pinned against the bed, using her weight to keep you down.

Your wetness coats her cock, dripping out of your pussy and making a mess under you on the bed. Elizabeth flips you around so you’re now laying on your back, her eyes landing on yours that were tear-filled.

Continuing her rough thrusts, your eyes fall to her bouncing breasts, completely mesmerized by how perfect they were. She smirks, amused by your fascination. She moves her free hand down to your cunt, her fingertips rubbing your clit as she fucks you.

“You’re so wet. I’ve trained you well,” Elizabeth says, smiling proudly as your pussy makes a lewd noise. Your body shakes from the mix of her rubbing your pussy and slamming into you.

You use your hands and cover your face, embarrassed by how much your legs trembled. Elizabeth reaches down and pulls your hands from your face, placing your hands on her wonderful tits so you had something to squeeze.

She pulls you up so you’re now sitting, helping the dildo hit your sweet spot even better. Your breasts rub on her torso, somehow stimulating your nipples enough to send you over the edge and into your orgasm.

“God!” you cry out, your voice weak as a tear streams down your cheek. Elizabeth holds you with one arm, still fucking you through your powerful orgasm.

As you come down, Elizabeth slows her thrusts down to a stop. You lay back down, exhausted. She pulls her cock out of you, the purple dildo glistening in the light from your slick. “Knees, princess,” she orders.

You get off the bed and go to the floor, kneeling in front of her and wrapping your lips around her fake cock happily. Elizabeth pushes your hair from your face, giving her a full view of you. Tasting yourself on the dildo, you hum happily.

Elizabeth pulls you off of the dildo, bringing you to your feet and kissing you deeply. She pulls back first, her eyes landing heavily on yours. “Can we forget all of this? Our argument,” she asks.

And for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what this “argument” was about.

So you nod. “Yes,”

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hqamore · 4 years ago

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boreal star ✵ chapter one

people cannot outrun their past, not even the all-powerful darkling. and it so happens that his past just arrived at the palace gates.

series genre: romance & angst

series pairing: [past?] general kirigan (the darkling/aleksander) x reader

word count: 1.6k

non-english words: durak (a stupid man, a fool) & dorogaya (darling, sweetheart)

note: hope all is well! i was surprised to actually see interactions with the preview, so thank you very much. if you enjoy what you read, a comment goes a long way in terms of encouragement! if you have any questions or see any issues, i welcome pms or asks!

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when you arrived at the palace gates, a heavy guard presence and a lengthy line came into your sight. various emotions were scattered amongst the people: anticipation, dread, and hope. the line crept forward, guards tossing out several individuals in the process.

“the palace grounds are not open to visitors! if you do not have official business and papers to vet you, get lost!”

there was a pause followed by a number of sulking ravkans excusing themselves, grumbling about the sun summoner. the guards shook their heads as they continued processing each person.

when it was your turn, the guard gave you a dead look as he scanned your frame. “did you not hear what i said, little one? no papers, no entry.”

you offered him a tight smile. “i may not have any papers, but i think you’ll find the alternative plenty sufficient.”

he raised an eyebrow unconvinced. you rolled your eyes before gathering your hands in front of you. suddenly, he began floating in the air. gasps littered around you. the other guards, seeing their comrade in the air, rushed over and pointed their guns at you. as you lifted your arms in surrender, the floating guard found himself quickly acquainted with the ground again.

you hummed. “a six out of ten on the landing. what d’you think, boys?”

“arrest ‘em!” the guard huffed, straightening himself. “then, alert the king. he’ll want to see this grisha for himself.”

you extended your arms and two guards dragged you with them. “alright, alright. no need to be so rough, lads.” they were unrelenting and marched you right onto the palace grounds.

well, there’s no going back now.

✵ ✵ ✵

you stared up at the ceiling in your cell when footsteps grew closer.

“get up,” commanded a guard.

you lifted your head and gave him a once over. “and for what?”

with the jingle of keys, your cell door creaked open. one of the guards stepped in with wooden shackles. “the king will see you now.”

“oh, lovely.”

a guard pulled you up and yanked your arms behind you, securing them in the shackles.

“you guys certainly like to use force. have you tried talking to someone about it? it’s not good form to treat allies like this,” you chattered.

ignoring you, they pushed you towards the stairwell. you lagged behind them as you took in the nostalgic walls of the grand palace. not much had changed since the last time you laid eyes upon them. it was just as boring as you had remembered.

when you entered the throne room, whispers faded. a guard pushed you onto your knees before presenting you to the king. “this is the grisha we spoke of, your highness.”

the king peered down his nose, expression unchanging.

“is it true you’re grisha?” he questioned.

you looked at him with a small smirk. “would you like a demonstration, moi tsar?”

the guards around you trained their guns on you. you glanced at them unimpressed as you continued, “i mean that with all due respect. i spoke the truth when i said i was grisha. i am only here to help ravka.”

the king rubbed his goatee. “i hear you made a man float. what does that make you?”

“an etherealki.”

“a squaller then?” he speculated.

you shook your head as your smile grew. “a gravity summoner.”

hushed conversations erupted at your words, confusion reflecting in everyone’s faces. the tsar leaned forward in his seat with intrigue.

“i have never heard of such a thing,” he said.

“i do pride myself on being one of a kind,” you drawled. “surely, you would like to see a demonstration.”

he waved an attendant over. “call a heartrender.”

then, he nodded to you. “you understand, don’t you? as king, you can never be too cautious.”

you bowed your head slightly, still maintaining your smile. “i’m honored you’d think of me as a threat.”

“i would be a fool not to,” he snorted.

before the attendant could make it out of the throne room, a dulcet tone spoke from behind you.

“there’s no need, your highness,” it called, sending shivers up your spine. “i came as soon as i caught wind of an unknown grisha.”

you feel the mass of two bodies approaching the king. you tensed as a black ketfa swept past you. met with a familiar silhouette, you held your breath and redirected your attention to the ground.

“though, i am confused, moi tsar. if the issue was about grisha, why did you not call for me?”

the king waved his hand and nonchalantly said, “i wanted you to focus on training the sun summoner. this is a minor issue. no more, no less.”

“i see.” the man nodded to the corporalki who fixed his sight on you. “ivan, listen to their heart and make sure—”

you heard his talking cease once his feet faced you. there was a brief pause. you inhaled deeply before lifting your eyes to meet his. in that moment, your mind raced.

he looks the same as the day i left him... except that cockamamie hair is new. hmph, he’s still stupidly handsome but also plain stupid looking. look at him trying to piece it together.

“general?” the corporalki called, pulling you out of your thoughts.

the darkling cleared his throat and ripped his eyes away from you to look at the guards. “unchain them please. we need to see what kind of grisha they are.”

the guards unlocked your shackles, allowing you to rub your chafed wrists. you pushed yourself up and studied him for a moment. “i should get on with, ya?” you asked.

ivan glanced at his general, concern furrowing his brows at his odd behavior. he returned his focus to you and nodded, raising his hands in front of him. “if you get any ideas… well, i’m sure you’re familiar with what a heartrender can do.”

you let out a mocking laugh. “you’d be surprised at what i could do before you could even start.”

instantly, you felt an intense pressure in your chest, making your knees buckle. the corporalki smirked as blood rushed to your temple. in your struggle, you scowled at kirigan before you centered your hands. you shoved your hands down, increasing gravity’s pull on the heartrender. the pain in your heart let up once he fell to the ground. you gasped for air.

releasing him, you shakily regained your footing and breath. “do not forget, durak, i am not the enemy. you would have already perished if i were.”

slow clapping drew your attention away. the king looked overjoyed.

“that was riveting! general, what do you make of her?”

you raised an eyebrow at his statement. “are you sure? i haven’t even done the fun part. i could do more like make everyone in the room float or...” you trailed.

when you peeked at the shadow summoner, you could see his tense jaw and closed fists. his dark eyes met yours before he turned to the king with a false smile. “i’m sure they will be a valuable asset to ravka with the proper training.”

the king let out a hearty laugh, “i’m sure they will! treat them as though you would treat me, general kirigan. i have a feeling they will win me more than just expeditions across the fold.”

both grisha men bowed and pivoted towards you. kirigan clasped his hand around your forearm before pulling you away from the room. your feet stuttered as you tried to match his pace.

“either slow down or let go of me!”

relentless, he continued to stalk across the courtyard towards the little palace. you tugged away from his grasp and planted yourself with your powers. he circled to face you, rage evident in his glare.

“leave us,” he commanded. without another word, ivan left the two of you.

i suppose he wouldn’t want to do this where there are others.

while he was pacing, you stood there silently and waited for his eventual outburst.

his eyes were closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. a heavy sigh left his lips, “where have you been, [y/n]?”

“shu han, actually. it was quite lovely and the weather was just—”

“saints! [y/n], do i look to be in a gaming mood?” he yelled.

you tilted your head and your lips quirked. “no? then, why act as if you had no idea who i was? were we not playing pretend? you seemed so into the game, general kirigan.”

he closed in on you, his gaze burning. he opened his mouth but no words left it. he gritted his teeth and turned away as his hands clenched and unclenched.

“it has been thirty years, [y/n]. why return at all?”

in a moment of confidence, you inched closer to him. your hands slid up his back, onto his shoulders. you leaned into his ear. “for you, my love.”

you let go and created space between you. he spun slowly, his features riddled with disbelief. “you still have feelings for me?”

breathy laughter escaped you. “feelings for you, darling? don’t be ridiculous. as if any of my past affections for you could bring me back to this over-glorified cage you’ve created. no, aleksander, i’m here to ruin you.”

his body tensed before an arrogant smirk set on his lips. he crept nearer. “ruin me? i’d love to see you try. you forget, dorogaya, i have an army. what do you have?”

“you. or, rather, i know how your mind works. i know your tactics, general. let’s see how you fare when i pick you apart from the inside,” you sang as you brushed past him. “now, come show me to my room.”

continue to chapter two? yes

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mystic-kitten-writer · 3 years ago

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Ok this kinda embarrassing and the first time I’ve requested anything but, yk how you mentioned public bedding in ur zuko x of pinned post. Do you think u could write something abt that? Obviously no pressure and if ur uncomfy just ignore me.

Oh, love, don't be shy! I promise, you're welcomed here and free to drop an ask or request anytime~

And, it's your lucky day, because the public bedding may or may not be canon in Limerence 👀 Hence, here are tiny snippets of my rough drafts if I were to write this. Because it's totally not canon Zuko and Yue get married or something and this happens- totally doesn't happen 🍵

AU: Limerence, Bedding Teasers

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

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Shy, straddling Zuko’s lap with an intense blush.

His fingers were gliding over my arms, feeling the fabric that decorated my skin. I was so nervous, trembling, unable to stop fiddling with the band of his pants as my hands rested over the space between us. Our noses were just touching as his warm breath fanned over my skin.

“Love, we don’t have to do this.” Zuko hummed, a charming smile of comfort.

I could feel his warmth through the sheer fabric, my head tilted upwards as I stared at Zuko’s lips.

Today was the most magical day in my life.

The vows, the dancing, dressing up as a princess of my dreams while my dads and everyone else cheered and celebrated. Everyone I cherished, I loved, family and friends were all there for me.

But most importantly, I can finally call Zuko, my husband.

Dreaming of this moment since the day I laid eyes on him, an instant connection I never thought one could experience. I bit my lip, a silence filling the room that for a moment, the fact that there was a crowd behind us was forgotten.

Purposely making my back face them, as I sat over Zuko’s legs, hugging his thighs. My touch was easing its way up to his chest, enjoying the feeling over his skin under me as I caressed the faint scars that littered.

I was tired, exhausted from all the emotions, but seeing Zuko like this. Shirtless, hair loose, my blush deepened.

There wasn’t a doubt in me that I was nervous, but another part was so curious. Memories of every time we had almost been caught while we were having fun; from the quickies in the study, the garden. The thrill, idea, of someone watching us.

“Just what are you thinking about,” Zuko purred, his finger tapping my lips, and I realized how heavy my breathing had begun.

Wetness beginning to grow and stain the front of my panties, embarrassed at how I had just been caught fantasizing. But the smirk on Zuko’s face grew before rolling his hips against mine.

My eyes widened, hitching a breath because he was hard.

The head of cock, rubbing against my core, causing the fabric of my panties to rub against me. I bit down a moan, my head tilting downwards as my eyes fluttered shut at the sudden bolt of pleasure.

“A-ah, Zuko-” I shyly stumbled and Zuko groaned, bucking his hips against me, causing me to tense as my mouth to part.

“I haven't even fucked you yet, and look at them.” Zuko chuckled into my ear as I arched my back against his chest. The arm that looped over my knee stopped me from pressing my legs together, twitching as his finger continued to tease.

I struggled to breathe, head tossed as my hips jerked, seeking his touch as he flirts with my cunt.

His cocky smirk pressed against my neck, loving how my eyes fluttered shut when he rolled my clit. It was a touch that left one to desire, his fingers on either side, sliding back and forth. The slickness that drips between my legs, a puddle of my cum pooling underneath.

"It's so sensitive-" I gasped.

But my movements, the whine that left my lips, it was such a contradiction. My hips are rolling, despite pleading, another knot building.

"Mmm, but look love. They want to see, see how you gush for me."

His words were a demand, and my body obeyed. Forcing my gaze to lift, meeting the eyes in front of us. It was too much, body flushing red, breathing hitched, "They're all staring at you, love."

Zuko's right. Shifting in their spots, faces twisted in a mixture of arousal and shame. Unable to look away, but they continued to stare, to gawk. Hypnotized by how I twitch and arch, humping Zuko’s hand out of desperation to feel more.

A few of them letting their palms rest in front of them with flushed cheeks, their knees buckling. They were- I gasped as Zuko let his fingers spread my folds, his middle finger happily rubbing that pleasurable button.

The robe that barely stayed on my shoulders finally began to tumble, bunching at my elbows as I tried to muffle my cries. It felt good, so overwhelming and Zuko groaned into my ear.

I was unintentionally rubbing against his bulge nestled perfectly behind my ass.

"Fuck, at this rate, they're not gonna make it for the best part," Zuko snickered as he stared at the audience that daringly got closer. Bucking into the fabric of their clothes, just how Zuko rutted me from behind. Groaning as I pushed myself further into his embrace, wanting to feel the heat from his body, how his cock twitched.

No longer bothering to hide their stares, they saw my toes curl, my hands falling over Zuko's thighs as my pitch grew. My nails dug into the fabric of his silk robes as I struggled to contain my moans. A wave of embarrassment at the eyes that watched, but it was intoxicating.

So dirty, yet I couldn’t stop making a mess-

"They're so fucking thirsty, love. They look like you, drooling. Wishing to know how you taste. Should I let them?"

I shook my head, gasping as his rubbing never stopped but rather got more intense. My hips were jerking into his hand, "N-no."

"Mmm, and why not, love?"

"Cause I only want you," I whined, and Zuko chuckled into my ear, placing possessive kisses over my neck. Humming in utter bliss, his kisses turning into bites. The sting after his teeth left marks over my skin, arching further as his touch began to speed up.

My arms reached before me, hands gripping whatever I could.

Skin dewy, sweat beading down my forehead as another moan left my lips. Zuko's hands along my hips were deathly tight, forcing my hips upwards while he grunted.

One sharp thrust, his balls slapping against my cunt, that sent a wave of pleasure up my spine. All I could do was gasp his name out because it felt so damn good.

With every roll, it felt like Zuko went deeper, my walls squeezing him painfully because every drag of his cock was causing me to shudder. A new orgasm was building before I could even process the last.

The sounds of our breathing grew, and the intensity only increased as my eyes darted upwards, another wave of guilty pleasure washing over me because everyone was watching so intensely.

The looks of pained struggle on the guards’ faces, giving up entirely of not trying to watch. Their mouths hanging, eyes glued at how I gasped and cried out. My hair was a chaotic mess as Zuko tugged, beckoning me closer, loving how my back arched into him.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you, love?” Zuko hissed as he felt me clench around him.

I whined, wanting to hide my face in shame because it was so painfully true. Everyone heard my times with Zuko, my screams, my begs. But for them to see, witness first-hand what they were always curious about.

Tears bubbled because I could feel myself tensing around Zuko’s cock, my breath caught in my throat.

“Again?” Zuko teased before his hand began to snake down my hips over my stomach. My eyes widened, already knowing what his plan was, and I shook my head desperately.

“D-don’t, Zuko. I-I’ll-”

Skimming down my stomach, already finding what he was seeking. The pads of his fingers happily parting my folds to let his fingers rest on my clit. His thrusts were growing, using my body to pump himself, hitting that spongey part inside of me that had me seeing stars.

My vision was getting spotty, trying to speak words, but I was merely blubbering nonsense. Zuko was cooing into my ear, encouraging, excited to see me break- “Cum for me.”

I could feel myself gush around him like a dam breaking, his thrusts never stopping, his fingers continued to rub furiously. It was a loud scream as I could feel my juices drip down my legs, painting his with my cum, and Zuko could only groan from behind as I squeezed him.

“Fuck, baby-”

“I-I can’t stop.” I cried, my body convulsing, another wave hitting me, “Maybe this will be a nighty thing, fucking you in front of a crowd. Having you cockwarm while we’re in meetings.”

And my cheeks continued to burn because the thought didn’t seem frightening but a blessing at this point.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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secretbangtnn · 4 years ago

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Love Lies | kth I

➤ summary : You never had it easy. From the first day of your life it seemed like fate was a big joke, making every effort to make you feel miserable. Shortly after taking the first step into adulthood, you are convinced that childhood doom follows you like a shadow. On the verge of being broke without any help, you take your friends advice and try your hand in industry you have no idea about.

➤ genre : CEO! au, prostitution but not really au, strangers to enemies to lovers, Smut, fluff, angst

➤ pairing : Taehyung x reader ft. Jimin (This chapter Jimin x reader)

➤ ratings : 18+ NSFW

➤words : 10k

➤ warnings : swearing, prostitution, sex for money, mentions of mental health, toxic household, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, mxm, fxm, family problems, dishearitance, toxic relationship, Taehyung is bad at feelings, reader is lost, soft boy jimin, sexy hot taehyung (couse that will need a warning) - more to be added

notes ~

I finally did it! I'm so sorry for the wait and how the chapter came out - it's a little more messy than I predicted but i wanted to give you something before the big story. I promise the next chapter is going to start with the big action and main plot and finally with Taehyung. I really hope for some feedback, I worked hard for it to be done before the next week and even though it may seem boring i really hope it’s okay.

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Underneath the sunrise

Show me where your love lies

Relationships that are based on lies never last long and everyone who found themselves in artificial feelings, knows of the truth of those words. Although that sweet sinful lie sometimes replaces that thing we could have never got.

You never thought about yourself as someone low, at least not that low to kneel to beg of something so materialistic like money.

You respected yourself at the same time being sure that you would fight everything alone. Just like a good fighter - you didn't need a good sword in a big war. Even once in your whole life you wouldn't have thought of stepping that low to actually work as a cleaner in old school or supermarket lady, that couldn't even use the calculator right.

How ironic, we love when inevitable doom falls on people that did not deserve it.

You were taught from the beginning, how to live, what to do, how to look, and the most important who to listen to. It's so weird when we find a character that's not extremely bad or good, not the shy mouse of the school, also not the hot rebellious cool girl with too big ego, and mouth so unbelievable that you actually start to think if you have ever met someone without such basic manners.

Fact is that you are bland, your life never yours to live, as someone recorded it with a script in their hands, and a plan for an ending and second part. It was frustrating knowing how many people never cared about you, however you could not say that you indeed did too.

Lessons were taught, those made you somehow resistant to disappointments in life. First happening in early stage, not even first year of your high school, people started to know - know about this and that, about family of yours and how privileged they would be if they had you on their side.

But you did not have a problem with it, mindset so set that you liked to think about money as a guarantee of friendship. And with this thought you let the first people use you, not minding their motive of only getting part of your prosperity.

So you believed to those days that your childhood indeed was normal.

You never tried to run from your life, you never saw yourself as a hormonal teenager in need of attention.

In the end only those who were born in respecting families, where work and pride is placed higher than blood ties, knows how upringbing really looks in such a household. Your standart always high, doing that to not need to put it higher again.

Parents instilling you dreams that were not yours, making you believe in something they always wanted. Like it was written, your whole life does not belong to you, and realization over it came in the moment when it was a little too late. Happy smiles never real, friends you swore would not leave you, disappeared within a night.

However let’s not impose that your parents were monsters, killing you on the inside with their cold demeanor or making your life miserable.

The first problem began when you had enough, when a virus in your mind told you about your own desires.

You remember this day like it was yesterday. Invisible mark on your check is still pulsating, with a wound much deeper inside screaming at you that it is still not healed.

“I want to study medicine.” Those were the exact words you first told your mother, freezing her in place and scarring inside with the power and destruction they held. She did not hold back with ignoring you, acting like the sentence was a mere passing wind, just fluffing hair in a not nice type of way. You expected that, nothing new from a shell of a person your mother has become, money and power empowering her mind, probably killing the young woman you are now, in her.

So the first step of actually making a point of how you processed to cut your family ties, were with your mother, kind of preparing you for what has to come.

Dark room, with marble accents and a woody smell that came straight to your nostrils. Mahogany desk, big enough to contain tons of papers scattered over it like some kind of nto important rubbish. You however knew better, and those innocent stock of inked pages held more value than maybe you yourself.

It was so hard to breathe in this tiny space, now feeling ever more closed up, dark and not welcoming. You tried to believe that the reason for it was not really a man sitting just before you, not minding your presence in a slighlets, but a stress and emotions on your back, you were trying to bear by yourself.

“I’m busy.” Short answer, not even directed to you - not that the man ever looked at you with those dark eyes. Predictable, exactly like you guessed. Cold feeling with a hot flush over your cheek, not knowing where the previous patience had gone.

Maybe you finally had enough. You were too tired to try to understand.

“Dad, please listen to me.” Ice cold bucket over your head, a void eyes now on you, not really expecting them to stay on you for so long, or even look up. Pupils a little blow out, stirring the dark color pallet of his eyes, similar to the tone of the bags under them. What a wrack of a man he really was, lanky hands under the suit, scribbling over something not even a minute ago, now lying lifelessly on a brownish desk.

“You really couldn't find better time for your whining? Go on, I still have a lot of work to do before I need to actually go.” Unconcern, you could even feel the unitresment oozing from him, hitting you with those eyes. They were looking at you, but at the same time it felt like they never were there. Black holes, no feelings found, gaze scary for those who never met someone so indifferent.

“I dropped out.”

“What?” Words came after some silence, piercing straight your beating heart. Hands in fist, just beside your thighs, so white that it could even be a little concerning for those looking from the side. You were nervous, even after you told yourself that this conversation was not going to be easy. Smooth information that it should be, your own life choices never discussed so openly.

“I dropped out of college”

Not a breath was heard, a heavy hand landed on the desk with a smack, knocking in the process some of the scattered pens.

“You did what?” Too calm, his voice was too calm for such information. Nerve wracking feeling once again welcomed you inside, making you take one step back. Soft material of the shirt creased under your hard grip. “It’s not the time for such a jokes Y/n”

“I’m not joking dad, I took the papers yesterday. I'm tired of wasting my time on something I never wanted.”

“Oh? But are you really? What are you going to do then? I'm getting really curious” Tone momocking you in every kind of way. You clench your teeth, an annoyed expression came over your face, just to disappear within one glance of the man.

Questions were rhetorical, laughing at your whole being in the cruelest manner. He knew about your every vulnerability, molding your persona from the beginning. So it must have been funny for him, seeing a little girl, someone he treated not entirely equally, however putting some kind of hope and dreams he himself could not reach, standing before him like a scared puppy asking for a treat.

“You yourself know the best how important those studies are for you. You prepared your whole life to go there and take my place one time, so don’t joke about it like it’s some kind of dish you are bored of eating.”

“You forced me to do it! I never wanted to take your place, study the stupid law.”

“And you decided that this is the time to suddenly realize that? Y/n from the beginning, we always gave you what you wanted, fulfilling your every wish, buying everything you wanted, and even after that you can’t be grateful. We only asked you for one thing, one thing Y/n, there is not such a thing like your dreams, there is only our family.” You wanted to laugh, those stupid exucess, only making you annoyed and wroked up. Manipulating you into believing you were selfish, that you are the problem, and you owe them right to living.

“Don’t be ridiculous father, you are not in the place to talk about family or do I need to remind you of Na-”

You heard it before you felt it. Burning feeling right in your left cheek, head on the side from the harash contact it made with the ringed hand. It was not the first time you saw or experienced such an act. Father being the man that loved to lose his temper rather fastly, hiding on the outside behind the calm demeanor and innocent smile.

Blood on your tongue, the metallic taste in your mouth like a forbidden flower you just tasted.

“You really want me to get mad today hm? “ You really wanted to nod, looking straight at him from your hair that fell after the slap. Hand on the cheek, trying to stop the pulsating ache to echo so much, however you know the best that the hot feeling is only building up and it's the only matter of time till the beautiful tones of purple show on your soft skin.

His own hands now begin viped over the handkerchief, a little blood over the white fabric, likely from the little scratches the rings were able to make.

His back to you as he went back behind the dark desk, sitting on his chair like nothing happened. And you knew, secretly that it was the end, that the conversation was done and nothing else could be said.

You closed your eyes, not even noticing you did it, realizing it after the first salty tear fell to your mouth, giving you a taste of sorrow. Head down, not in shame but in anger, with a pulsating cheek not letting you forget about the consequences your every word bears, you turned around going to the door that before somehow gave you so much hope.

“Oh and Y/n, there is no you without this family, but there is family without you. It won’t be the first time when I lose a child.”

Those exact words hunted you till this day. Rather heavy feeling, three years not long enough to make you forget, or let you accept a new life.

Loud noise of passing cars just outside the dirty window with a pounding of heart echoing in your ears. It was one of those bad days - you liked to say, those however started happening a lot of more. Breaking was never something you wanted to do, working so many jobs you could not count on your fingers, living in shitty apartments for no longer than two months just to end up on someone's couch.

That is the life you chose, the life you barely lived, everyday wishing for a miracle.

Harsh paper under your fingers, weighting your hand weirdly down - maybe it was the words that made the letter so heavy, maybe the truth you needed to face. Fact is that you do not know what to do, trying for the last months to make a living for yourself, get better pay and settle down for a longer time.

Words of your father echoing once again, making your eyes squish with the feeling. It was so hard to accept a defeat, something that you worked so hard for and for so long. You could not beg, you could not go on your knees again, and even if it was an option, imagines and memories of life in such a household keep you in the place you are now.

Head resting under your arms, shielding bright rays of sun from your eyes, long locks falling down in waves just over your pale face. You pulled them with a strength you did not know you possessed at the moment, as if it was because of them you needed to deal with all of this.

“Think Y/n, think” Mutters fell from your mouth like a mantra, supposed to make you cheer up a little. Void in your head, not ending emptiness that scares you as much as the strings of unpaid numbers on this goddamn paper.

An late hour struck on the side clock, hanging on one of the grey walls of the run down apartment you lived in. Sight itself is depressing, leaving you in wonder if maybe it is not one of the reasons for your current mood.

Who you wanted to trick.

A little knock once again echoed in the quietness of your home, reminding you of the late hour. Looking from your thick locks of hair, you sighed seeing how little time you actually got to get there. With one move, you left the scrap of paper on the side, and stood up from the ugly green couch, taking in the process bag of the crookedly hanged hook.

Fast footstep as you nearly run over one of the olders ladies living in the same flat, trying to messily wrap an apron over your waist, which is not as easy as it seemed to be earlier. Bluish fabric holding on to you with all the power, hanging a little on the too long strings, that untied themselves with each step.

You tried not to think about all those stares, looking at you as you run past them, not minding where your feets go, or if you accidentally push someone on the side. Let people think what they want, it's not like your opinion matters, and being a disgrace to your whole family disappears.

Familiar neon letters came to your sight forming the greenish title of caffe you soon found yourself in. A little bell rang as the door opened informing everyone about your presence. Calm atmosphere, everyone was busy in their own word, you loved this, a quiet place which you often found yourself admiring.

You wished that working there was not such an obligation, the only thing that let you stay in your current apartament. Rosy cheeks, and cheeky smiles as people got their morning coffee, thanking you quietly for the drink with such a pure impression, that you could not hold back the smile you gave each one of them.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I hope you didn’t need to run too much.” You said between heavy breaths, still trying to catch remaining puffs of air, head tilted to the side, hands on knees as you looked at the little blonde behind the counter.

Said boy only laughed a little, shaking his head from the embarrassment after the statement. Ringed hands cleaning some cups, quiet melody living his plump lips.

“Am I suppose to feel offended? I’m not an old man you know.” He asks, knowing that the answer will never be given. Voice on the lighter side, something you would expect from such a soft looking boy, warm and sweet to listen, and you indeed do, always keeping quiet when the boy talked about his own day to fill the quietness of your workplace.

You knew the boy was one of the things that made you feel normal, with his bright persona and angelic personality, you liked to believe he was one. He did not ask, knowing some things should stay in the dark, and you repaid him the same, being fully aware of the boy's secrets.

“Not at all. Beside we all know that it's not about you, but about who will get in trouble from your whining - and yes, it would be me. “ You say, patting his back on the way to the other side. Confused gaze now on you, as you smirk at the questioning boy waiting for some kind of elaboration, only getting from you another cup to wipe.

“Should i remind you of a certain person, which came to me with a complaint of how his favorite boy was tired - what was his name? Oh yeah Yo-”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

You laughed at the squeaky voice that came in a form of fast spoken answer, a little too fast to understand every word completely. Pretty blush came over his round cheek, soon appearing on tips of his lears, hidden by mop of blonde hair.

Not a piece of judgment in your gaze, but rather sweet caring look over the embarrassed boy next to you, trying so hard not to look bothered by your everyday teasing, that he was slowly getting accustomed to, liking how your voice gets a little lighter, your eyes light up and a pure giggle leaves your mouth.

Yeah he definitely could live with it if it means he can see the sparkle pops out in the dark of your pupils.

Cup in his hands a little heavy with the next thought that came over him. Melody coming with the pleasant wind of the early monday morning, his eyes however discreetly gazing over your figure. He knew when the times were worse, when your collarbones stood out more, welcoming i'm from the collar of an old shirt, you probably needed to wash by hands, and he hated that even if he tried to explain it, not care so much, he simply could not stop the worry seeking of him.

You were a sweetheart, never judging him, understanding his reason even after he told you about the second job he needed to take. You simply smiled, wishing him all good, and getting excited about dreams that were not your own, laughing with him and talking about his future plans as if you had place in them.

Thanks were never enough to pay off all the hardship you helped with. He respected you, admired so many things about you, how you don’t need a reason to give an arm to cry on, always taking a piece of burden on your own shoulders, whispering promises and talking about a better future that comes with hardships.

“Don’t be so embarrassed~ “ You sing to his ear when you pass him, going over to the coffee machine, big bag of beans in your hands. “I dare to say I got a little jealous when I saw him for the first time.”

“Gosh I hate you sometimes.” He whines, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to remain calm. Smile now on your lips, little giggles leaving your busy persona, trying not to be too loud in such an early hour.

An enjoyable silence came over once again, only sounds of working machines and knocks of cups, that were cleaned and wiped, mind automatically getting fuzzy from the fresh brew of coffees and autumn wind. Not a person in a shop, being still a little too early to welcome customers or get a morning drink, subtle music playing a little louder at those times filling little breaks of silence.

So how surprising it was, when those little giggles tickled your own ears suddenly and strong arms, clothed in white shirt, sneaked around your waist, making you lose the focus on filling the cup with beans. Blonde hair over your cheek, stroking the soft skin with a funny feeling, only pushing you to squirt more.

“You know if you liked him so much, you could have just said. I would think of something.” He whispers mockingly, smacking his lips in the end. Shiver comes with his next move, hands on your hips, keeping them from stirring so much, hot and on the smaller side however still noticeably bigger than your own. “Sadly I do not share my clients.”

With those words, he quickly detaches himself, hitting your bum with a cheeky smile that you soon could see right before you as the boy grabs one of the fresh croissants, putting the whole thing into his mouth.

“It must be big for you to say that.” You laugh, looking at the choking boy with the same expression he was giving you not even a minute ago.

“That was totally inappropriate.” Says blonde, chugging a glass of water you gave him out of pity.

“Now, don’t play an innocent Jimin, I see how you look at that one girl that comes here every friday. Didn’t you even memorize her order - gosh i heard you repeating it so many times that I know it myself.”

“Okay, okay maybe you are right, but it doesn’t mean you can judge me.”

“Would I ever?” A dramatic sight from the boy's accusations leaves your lips, you touch your heart looking at him with the most hurt eyes you could manage to do, a little tear spins in your eye. Mouth full of baked goodie, he laughs showing a little of non eaten food, with a proud expression to it. Your own smile now noticeable on face, happy feeling over your whole being, loving how this short amount of time with the bubbly boy let you forget about some problems. You take one of the left rags of the counter and throw it at his face, hoping to get him to work. “Stop eating! We are opening soon and I don't want to listen to how the coffee machines should be ready before the first client, because someone didn’t want to move his ass.”

“Just say you don’t want to deal with that old raisin.”

Nobody did, but Jimin had some superpower you sadly did not possess, and could at least shut the old businessman that somehow always comes first. Coming back to an earlier job, you pour black beans in the measuring cup, trying not to let the weight of the bag swoop you.

Place once again in a nice atmosphere, Jimin singing somewhere in the back, probably preparing syrups and goodies, sorting eveyrything on the displae plate. You two fell in a pleasant rhythm, doing your jobs like robots, knowing where things should go, and how not to disturb each other in the middle of action.

And it was something you really enjoyed, that piece and order, making you feel secure at least in such a place. Like you had power over your own life, your hands did what you wanted, your mind clear with tasks to be done.

Peace.

You both knew that this place was a mere act in the theatre of lies, you played in. Cafe such like that one, a happy place for two broke students, that tried everything in their power to make a living, pursue dreams so far away, still hoping that they are not going to disappear with all the hardships.

You could just drown in this lie of beauty picture you painted yourself, pretending your lifes do not look as bad, and even though you did not know the boy so well, you could tell from his eyes that he indeed is a player in the same game as you.

The truth being you did not know each other, you were not close. You knew about his job, about his own problems - some of them left unsaid, but who could you judge when you acted exactly the same.

Understanding from each other was enough.

However the boy tried to help you, offering sum of money or better paid jobs in times when you were too tired to hide it, those although - he learned after some time, never were an option for you.

And so with the next passing wind, the first client came welcoming you with kind of a grumpy smile, wishing for you to just make him the coffee. It was as always, a busy morning on the first day of the week, that always seems a little more crowded than any other, with business men and middle aged women trying to get over their morning sickness as fast as possible.

You saw the girl you talked about some minutes ago, looking from her covering eyes bangs, squashed from pink beanie on her head, nevertheless still laid perfectly. A little wave, hand hid under the panda mittens she liked to wear every other day the temperature goes down.

You smiled at the interaction, the excited smile on Jimin's face he tried so hard to hide, not doing a good job with his nearly nonexistent eyes that disappeared just because of it. She was pretty, a student in a university you both go to, however you were not sure what exactly she was majoring in.

Her funky style makes you take a shot at something related to fashion, but that might be completely wrong and the girl could just like wearing such bright clothes.

“Love the mittens, they look nearly as cute as you.” You heard, looking back from your busy hands, to gaze at the flustered pair. Adorable giggle soon leaves her mouth, covering lips with the said gloves as her own eyes disappear from weirdly similar eyesmile.

Jimin was a sweetheart, someone who deserved a happy future. And so you did everything to make that happen, wishing him the best and trying to help him even if it means your own happiness goes on a second plan.

“I'm sorry but could I order.” Coming back to your own job, you look up immediately, catching the gaze of one of the clients you did not recognize.

“Oh yes of course, I'm sorry for the wait. What can I get you?”

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A loud noise of a closing locker echoes in a quiet room in the back of the coffee shops. Night air chilling from the open window you opened some minutes ago, to get rid of a smell so many people.

The calm of the room soothing your buzzing nerves and shaking hands, that always seems to do it after a hard day of work. Your attention now somewhere else as you try to take off the blue apron, laying it somewhere on the lonely bench next to you.

It was a busy day, helping you forget about what waits for you at home, and what person will probably visit you in the meantime. You didn’t like those times, the quiet after such hard working hours, leaving you with anxious thoughts rotating around the same problems you tried so hard to run away from.

So you tried once again, silence your mind with your hands, taking every job you could, now wiping lockers that never needed to be wiped before. The same rug from before in your hands, sliding over an uneven surface.

“Y/n?” You jumped from the sudden voice, swearing that Jimin was in the other room just a second ago. Turning around, you try to look unbothered, clenching the old rug in your hands with such interest. A little noise comes from your mouth, hum to let him know you are aware of his presence.

“Everything alright?” He asks a little unsure of the question, looking at you from the other side of the room, close to the door connected to the main room.

“Yeah, why would there not be?

“You were cleaning the lockers like not even a minute ago.” He says without thinking. Voice somehow suspicious, full of hidden concern as his suspicions from before seem to be true. You were not alright, and Jimin knows exactly what it may be. “If you need hel-”

“I'm alright! I'm really alright there is no need to worry, I'm just stressed because med major is harder than I thought.” The sigh is enough to let you know that he is not buying it.

Hard steps as he comes closer, opening his own locker situated right next to you, eyes glazing back at you from his clothes is started to put back. Tight lipped smiles is the only thing you are capable of answering with, catching his dark stare for a second.

“Im worried, and I know what you want to say, but I can’t help it. You are always the one that takes my burden so why can I not do the same?” He closes the locker with too much strength, making you jump again from the loud noise.

“It’s different.”

“How is it different? You help me with everything, you let me cry, you let me crash at your apartment when my parents try to make a mess again, so what’s the problem with me?! You don’t even want to tell me what's wrong dammit.” His eyes glassy from all the emotions, hands in a fist as if he tried to hold himself back. He turned completely to you, cornering you to the lockers behind, not letting you leave this time.

“Is it because of my work? Are you ashamed to take dirty money from someone who can’t earn normally and needs to sell themself. Is it this?! Tell me Y/n, I’m tired of seeing you in such a state, you are my friend.”

“You know it’s not that.” You tried to argue catching his watery eyes.

“So tell me, tell what is going on.”

Your own mouth in agape, words lost somewhere in the back of your head. So many years going alone, keeping everything to yourself shows itself with such a hestation of saying easy words that could let you breathe easier at night.

But would they really?

Giving someone your own burden was something you were taught as a shame. Problems should stay in family, and even there your father always told you to fight them alone.

“I - “ Eyes hopeful, looking at you with new found desperation. Big and different from the ones he was giving the sweet girl with panda mittens, and that alone made you sick knowing that the sparkle left because of you. “I’m sorry Jimin I just can’t.”

And you broke. With the remaining energy you mustered, you fell onto Jimin, him nearly not catching you on time. First tears fell, with such a power, rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt. You did not know why, why now you decided to just let go, sobbing so much, hoping the boy will understand that you only need someone to hold you.

And he did, wrapping his arms so securely around, letting you hide the red face in a crock of his neck. Fresh smell of flowers and perfume he always wore with a noticeable hint of coffee, you probably possesed yourself. Quiet whispers of comfort, tickling your scalp a little, hands patting your hair with care, brushing them with such a delicacy, like he secretly knew how breakable you are now.

“It’s going to be okay.” Void promise, his lips close to you kissing your forehead, with shaky hands trying so hard to gather every tear that fell down. With a little move he sat on a bench, an apron which you earlier left there dropped on the floor, a quiet thud ran in the small room, you on his lap, trying so hard to become smaller nearly molding in the bigger body of Jimin’s.

Sorry’s fly through your mouth, realizing it after Jimin's starts to rock your body. He peels your face from the safe space of his neck, wiping your running tears with both of his thumbs and trying to smile a little.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes we need to let someone in, let them help put broken pieces together.” Eyes shining in the dim light of the room, your mouth ready to disagree quickly however quieten by his own speech. ”I know what you want to say Y/n” He starts again taking a big breath. “Being helpless doesn’t mean being weak, asking for help is not something to be ashamed of. Being strong however - is letting someone in, taking they hand and standing up with them - you have to have courage to do it, and I know you do to - but whoever put such a toxic mindset in you, keeps you from it and you need to realize that there is no longer people who will judge you for falling down a litte.”

Eyes falling down, sore from all the crying that has no plans to stop. You wipe the snot with your sleeve as well as wet cheeks, laughing a little after it, sniffles in the room as you try to calm yourself a little.

Jimins gaze still at you, now softer still brushing your hair in a calming manner with the second hand drawing circles on the side of your waist. It was shameful, hearing such words, knowing deep down they were true, but too prideful to agree with them.

“Gosh If I knew you cry like that, I would take a bucket with me. I wouldn’t need to pay water bills for like two months with it. “ He laughs as you smack him with your hand. Smile on your face, you tilt your head leaning on his arm with all the weight, a small sigh leaves your mouth. Smell of coffee now is more prominent with his own perfume, which he wears everyday, pushing your mind into own fuzzy feeling. “You know that I will always be there for you, right?”

A silent nod is enough, not too much to say after such an outbreak from your side still buzzing inside you. You know it was true, with how much you both came through together, it would be stupid to leave someone who become somehow a safe heaven.

“What are you going to do now? You won’t take any money, I guess you either are not going to be too willing to crash in my apartment.” Your head immediately shots up, eyes searching those of Jimin. A look of confusion cross your face for a second, with the words repeating in your mind once again. His face however is still serious, not leaving your surprised gaze.

“W-what how do you kno -”

“Your landlord called, I didn’t want to disturb you on your break - by the way I saw you sleeping you are not as sneaky as you think.” He interrupts you in the middle of talking, brushing his hair.

You frown, looking in disbelief at the boy, a little upset from the news. Touching your phone was okay, but taking a call and not saying anything, it just fell wrong.

“So why were you trying so hard to force me to talk?” The questions came a little more aggressive than intended, but who could you blame when your private life was exposed so easily. Truth being that you felt not as angry as embarrassed, never sharing such information before leaving them in the dark.

“I know you would be angry when I tell you about the phone - which I was right about.” He pouts looking somewhere in shame, like a child that was caught with sneaking sweets.

“But it doesn’t matter, what are you going to do without help? It’s not like our boss will gave you a rise from nothing, and do not even think about starting another job - we have studies, it would be plain stupid unless you ask your family for help, you never mentioned them but they would understand right?.”

“They sure would.” You sneer, standing up from the comfort of his lap. Your smile turned down on the mention of those people, it's not like you want to have something going on with them, it would be asking satan for help and that always comes with a price. “Thanks for everything Jimin, but I will be alright.” You add walking back to the hatstand where your hoodie hangs, grabbing it with your free hand, second one carrying the bag. Jimin's eyes follow you, surprised by the sudden movement and innocently big, like he waited for some better explanations - which he won’t get.

“B-but wait! Where are you going, don’t leave me like that!” You heard the shouts, desperate movements in the previous room meaning the boy tried to catch up, however you were long ago outside the cute coffee shop, starting the journey to your quiet apartment. Maybe it was mean, and maybe Jimin was too good to be treated like this, but your own mood was now too fragile to stay in the same room as the insistent boy.

Autumn wind welcoming you once again, cold weather sneaking inside your clothes, the light hoodie not doing any justice with such temperature - still it was the only thing you owned with better quality. Head full of thoughts a little overcrowded with a starting headache, not letting you walk in a peace you somehow needed just now.

Walk to your house - at least the recent one, was not one of the long one, rather passing as a nice stroll. And even though your shifts ended in night hours, the quiet and calm way never made you feel scared of any sudden dangers awaiting you on Seoul's streets. It was a nice neighborhood, one where families that were a little lower than middle class tried to make a living, keeping their kids in a safe environment. Happy smiles and laughs welcoming you sometimes in the morning, kids rushing to their own school, greeting you even after those months you stayed there, only making you nostalgic at the thought of leaving such a safe haven.

So it was more than surprising when a quick footstep rang in your ears, soon nearing you even faster. Your beating heart now rapidly knocks in your chest, as your eyes try to search for the reason for those sounds.

You didn’t need to search for loong, soon hearing the screech of a voice not so far from you. “Y/n! Wait for me!” It was even worse when the little man started to dramatically draw his hands to touch, however your concern only lay in the thought of waking up the whole neighborhood. Eyes slitted, an annoyed expression crossing your face at the sight of the panting boy, soon stopping before you, not without tripping and nearly taking you with him. “You… really want to kill me.”

Heavy breath hitting your face, his voice strained and tired from the miles he needed to run to catch up to you. You however were more than a little shocked - yes Jimin is stubborn, and yes he is the person to run after someone just because the said person lost a penny, but his appearance here was different. It was crossing the invisible line you both draw, accepting each other's bubble of comfort.

So the question still stayed, your face hard with a thundering gaze waiting for the boy to calm a bit.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Seriousness leaked out from his tone, however the way his eyes scrunched only meant that he indeed felt a little hurt from your previous action. And you don’t even wonder why, knowing how your choices could wound the innocent boy. “Is it about your family? If its a soft topic we can never talk about it ag-”

“You want me to walk away again?” His eyes got bigger at your cold tone, his foot taking a step back. Your family, the topic you did not want to bring up today, explaining the harsh demeanor you suddenly took. Eyes however softened as fast as they met the boy’s hurted ones, a gulp of remorse sliding down your throat. “Look - I appreciate your help but I don’t need a person to be helpless with.” You took a step forward placing your hands on the boy's arm, squeezing it in reassurement. Looking him straight into eyes a sight left your mouth soon forming in a little awkward smile - the only one you could force yourself into. “You helped me enough, there is nothing else you can do, It’s not your battle to fight you have your own problems and asking you to take mine would be cruel.”

And how awful it was to turn back leaving him again, you did just that, giving him the last pat with a smile. His own mouth opening and closing, agape from the schock you probably left him. And you were sure that this time he will let it go, your words full of coldness not leaving room for arguments.

“But what if I do?” His voice stopped you in the middle of the step, freezing your form with a new squeeze in stomach. You did want to hope for nothing, feeling how your eyes got bigger in surprise, being so close to turning back to face the blonde boy. “What if I can do something?”

“Jimin we are over it - I won’t take any of your mo-”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m not that stupid to not understand first hundret times you made it clear.”” You turn at his clear voice, full of seriousness and unsaid promises. New thoughts fell over your messy mind, Jimin’s voice still ringing in your ears as well as the hot gaze he kept on you, fixated on your weirdly sluggish posture. You were more than confused, his help however not new for you, the sudden change of demeanor was like a bucket of cold water maybe pushing you into admitting that the boy indeed had some kind of solution. “Please try to listen to me first and please try to be open minded.” He adds taking a big breath making him close his eyes for a second, only to stare at you even more firmly, nearly hiding his shaky hands. A silent nod from you lighted once again the enduring fire of his eyes.

Now you were even more curious.

“What if I get you a client?” Innocent question, firstly confusing you even more with the weird words, the realization came with your mouth opening a look of disbelief crossing your eyes for a second even if you tried to remind yourself that you situation it's not the one to be judgy.

“You do-”

“Let me finish, please?” And you could not find the power in yourself to not give in. Looking straight into his gaze you closed your mouth, still hanging from the previous schock you experienced. “I was in the same place as you some years ago, a broke student without any help or hope - and I know what you want to say, but it's not as bad as it seems. You don’t even know how much I wish that at that time I had better option, but there was none and probably won’t be if I still want to chase my dreams The job is really not that bad, people don’t know, they do not need to know - even if they wanted the community of them would not allow it cause they want only that - discretion.”

You winced, the cold brushing your cheeks even more from the chill night, moon being your only source of light shining at boy’s figure like in some kind of movie. And to be completely honest, you indeed feel like in some kind of drama, emotions oozing from both of you in waves crashing in the middle with a tension to it. You didn’t want to seem rude, your face trying to stay some kind of neutral, however you knew that Jimin saw the first pull you unconsciously did, decided to let it slip instead looking at you with even more solemnity.

Yeah you knew about his past, history he one time told you in the middle of breakdown, then seemingly crazy and full of hardship, now you started to see yourself in the boy, his place now taken by you in the most awful way.

“It’s really not that bad Y/n” He whispers, voice full of softness you were thankful about. You felt breakable, the thought of actually doing it scaring you with how probable it really is. “I’m so sorry I can't do more, but it’s the only way I can help.”

You didn’t even realize when he came so close, touching your arm with his little bigger hands clenching it. Your eyes squeezed as your hands fell to your sides lifelessly, emotions now once again leaving you a little too suddenly, the grip you always had on your life slipping from your grasp with a gasp. It was hard, facing something you worked so long for only to ruin it because of such a thing as money. It was so funny, your own younger self laughing at you probably, telling you how your choices led you to that state.

“It’s really the end huh?” You didn’t need to look to know about the sad gaze he momentarily gave you. Arm sneaking around your shoulders, your posture seemingly smaller than normally, bringing you to the warm body of the blonde boy. Not a word said, only the silence being louder than aggressive shouting.

There was no need for a better explanation, your mind was already processing the idea of selling yourself to someone, and how shocking it could be that it never crossed your mind before. You can’t say the job disgusted you, you can't say it did not leave you with a sour taste on your tongue, like something is wrong with the image of you in such an environment again.

Again.

Well that was something that did not sit right with you, running away your whole life from it, now going back to the cave of a tiger - conscious suicade.

Face plastered on the surface of the brown coat, fluffy fabric brushing your face with every breath he took. The gesture leaves you with a heavy heart, not understanding why Jimin wanted to help you so much. Was it an obligation? Did he feel like he owed you something?

You just couldn't grasp the idea why, why was he so insistent, it’s only you in the end, a friend from the same coffee shop he worked in, someone who is not important in his life, someone who he will leave when the time comes. So why?

And maybe with the next gust of wind, a quiet whisper in your ear you realized deep down, that he was the first person in your life which genuinely cared for you. However the musky scent and heavy thoughts still repeated the same question, but you knew somewhere in your mind that it’s only a matter of time when the quiet suggestion will be proven.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” A silent nod, your head still leaning on his shoulders, too tired to move. His hands petting your hair, a quiet hum leaving his mouth while he did it, melody not familiar, dancing in the silence of the night. You sighted taking one step back, immediately feeling a cold breeze hitting you, the source of heat now gone, making you shiver in the lighter clothes. Little smile screeching on your lips after you saw his worried gaze, sitting on your figure not planning to move.

“You too.” Sticking your hands into the big pocket of your hoodie, you turned your head in the way he came nodding. None of you moved, gaze met in the middle as you tried to not show how cold you really wera, body shaking in unnatural ways wanting to move for some kind of warm up.

He did not smile, even after your own stretched into a larger one, you decided not to pry and just turn around with a silent wave, head ahead of you eyes looking in the dark depths of the street where you lived. He knew you were not alright, gaze piercing you through every layer you tried to put in a situation like this, a copy mechanism you were not that proud of. And so with the head lowered you took the first step away not minding the still lingering stare on your shoulders.

The main worry now being the cold weather and little clothes that shielded you from it, the idea of the whole conversation put somewhere on the side.

However, he and you were pretty well aware of what is going to happen the next day.

In the end it's you who soon is not even going to possess own body.

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Sleepless nights were not new, the feeling of tiredness you could not just wipe with the piece of the fabric a familiar one, the eyes trying to stay focused on things even though they were so hard to close themself for some sweet time, just to be forcefully open. Two words were enough for you to not hide the utter ache, you so perfectly masked in the middle of the coldest night.

And so maybe it was the cold keeping you awake in the dark, the blanket not enough to warm up your lifeless limbs, or maybe the lingering touches of the blonde boy that stayed even after so many afters after the whole conversation.

You felt weak, blinking in the grey room watching the wall like it would show something incredible, the scratches on it similar to the one you did when the stress was too much, decorating pieces of your skin like an art. The night was a big blur, hours now looking at the nonexisting stuff passed with a blink of an eye only to put you in another of the memories.

Blonde hair somewhere there scrolled in the side of your mind. Oh yeah, the said boy came the next day, look on his face too hard to forget as the next wall you built was just ruined.

He looked at you from behind his eyelashes with eyes dimmed with a sort of fog. Silence being the only comfort in the moment - early morning helping with it. He knew that this time the situation did not have many options, not any without any loss.

However he came, with a mind to let you help with thinking of any other ideas to help you, the conversation from the other night forgotten after he stepped in the gloomy apartament. And it doesn’t surprise you, the look you probably carried spoke for himself.

In his hands soon layed inconspicuously looking scrap of paper, tempting with his appearance like the most loucioust sin. He read it with squinted eyes, not needing a lot of time to find out what exactly the letter applied to.

What surprised him after such information is, how really the girl hid behind such an innocent facade, the new wave of respect crashed on him with the thought how strong you really are to not ask for help. The human thing was to linger, searching for attention so long to have someone finally do everything for us.

He had money, he had it so much that he could easily help her for next month, but he knew how every proposition like that would end up.

In the end they were really similar.

“Maybe there is another way.” He cut the silence, after a while regretting the action. Eyes met somewhere in the middle and both of their gaze was meaningful enough to answer his void of hope. “Have you tried to talk with the flat owner?”

Grimace on your face once again was enough, you shook your head remembering not the best meeting with the older man. “Many times. The guy is purely business oriented, he doesn’t care about your private life but if you pay everything - which as you can see I have a problem with.”

“I know that it’s a hard topic, but what about your family. There needs to be at least one person.” You looked down, carpet under your feets still fluffy and soft under your feet, the silence embracing you both. Jimin awkwardly scratched his arm, biting his lips in the process, the topic one again making your mood even worse. “Im sorr-”

“There is no need, it doesn’t matter anyway. My family is off limits when it comes to those types of things.” You cut him off, looking from the side at the little embarrassed boy. A sigh leaves your mouth as you lean on to your old couch, ruffling your hair after. “Jimin there is really no other way. Your option is the only thing I can do, even if the idea scares me.”

He looked at you with a small smile, the memories from his past coming back to him, when it was him who was sitting at your place, maybe with a different situation, but the fear in the eyes remained the same. He sat next to you, hand catching yours latching fingers with yours, as if that small gesture was supposed to pass everything.

And maybe it was like that, however how sweet and calming the motion wouldn’t be, nothing has been solved, and your decision it's going to change your life completely.

“You start to accept it with time.” He whispers tightening the grip on your head, the sentence seemingly had a bit more to the story. You guessed he tried not only to convince you both himself too.

Idea still fresh in your mind, hard to process it actually is going to happen, eyes meeting once again with the dark ones of the boy, millions of heistations flowing in the circle of your pupils.

“What If I don’t want to accept it? Jimin, I'm going to sell myself like some kind of animal.” You started, soon seeing how every word pierced the boy, a hurt crossing his face for a while. However he himself knew how his job was not something to brag about, something that should be kept to yourself.

“First - you are not going to be a prostitute, it’s their job. Second - you are not selling yourself, your body maybe, your time - yes. This whole messed up business, which no one truly understands, it's not only based on pleasure and successful bargain. The people you are going to provide services will require more, however you too will be able to demand - and that’s the difference.” He instinctively stood up, turning his back to you to hide his face for you.

You decided not to question that, the topic probably being equally hard for him. Following his figure, you listened to every word which could calm your buzzing nerves.

“Mone-” You started trying to guess about the demand he was talking about. The cash suggests itself in your mind. The boy quickly turned back, dark eyes catching your breath in the middle.

“Respect.” He finished, taking an earlier abandoned cup of tea to his hand. You were confused, your gaze spoke for himself, the utter questions building with every quiet minute he left you with. “Do you know why so few people are able to survive in such a business, or why so few people know about it?” He asked knowing fully he won't get any answer from you. He sighted brushing his blonde hair back, a little oliy from the last day of work, he came to the other side of the room sitting on one of the smaller tables just before you.

“You will need to play a role, you will become an actress in real life without the power to question your own character. People that are directors in fact are going to be your clients, giving you the script you will need to act on. In the beginning it’s going to be hard, but with time you will understand that you can either love it or you are someone who is not suitable for such a job.”

So many questions, which only bundled up with the said words. A weird twinge in your heart, forcing you to stop thinking about it like a sweet temptation, however the beautiful words he wrapped everything with stronger. The idea seems so easy, so free and so good, too good to be true.

You looked at him, the tiredness hitting you suddenly but so many not arranged issues kept you on your toes, so with the remaining power you sighed rubbing your eyes. You decided, your last way out.

“How i'm even going to start?” The question filled him with a relife, not understanding exactly why, the thought of having someone close in the same job loaded him with unanswered happiness. He gazed back, the look making you sit more comfortable forcing your attention directly at him.

“The clients are mostly the people you least expect to. Although they are not people which can afford a whore - lame millionaires or self-proclaimed gangsters. Don’t get me wrong but if they were them they could have just bought the random first person that is willing to do everything they want, for them however the most important is discretion and loyalty.” He started, stopping for a while to take out his phone and quickly search something on it.

With one move he showed you a picture of a man, you strangely knew. Black hair, similar to the blackness of the sky so different from the boy sitting just before you and a beautiful porcelain looking skin. He looked proud, even as a imagine the frozen photo oozing of confidence and power.

You knew those people pretty well, a little too well. Too proud for their own good and too proud to admit their wrongs, making money in such a way to not get attention if they are dirty or not. Familiar contempt towards others. You tried so hard to run away just from people like that, you hoped the clients Jimin was talking about are just the little CEO’s, not that important or dangerous.

And how ironic it was that you yourself are going to willingly put yourself in such a toxic environment again, people that are more influential than politicians and authorities. Next question popping on the side, how the blonde boy survived there without any knowledge.

“I see you can guess about who i’m talking about, and It’s not your first contact with them, right?” He started, brushing his hair once again, a habit you noticed. He needed to admit that your expression put him in uneasiness, look on your face nearly scared like a child that watched horror for the first time. He didn’t want to annoy the topic, leaving it in the air with the restless tension, instead he closed his phone hiding it back into his pocket.

His eyes still on you, your mind somewhere else as the quietness of the room started to spin around. The unanswered question lingered on your tongue, kept in the end of your mouth like some kind of secret. And as you thought it’s the end, the little ping came from the pocket he put his phone into.

“Well, I don’t know If you are interested but there is someone who is willing meet.”

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