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deuxcherise · 6 months ago

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Collar Crimes: Cat Got Your Tongue?

A/n: So I wanted to go back to fun times! A little more lighthearted than the last few, ya know? Let's play with Ollie a little more, shall we? Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 3 (1/2), Part 3 (2/2), Part 4 (you're here!), Part 5

Ollie enters the bar, cackling to his heart’s content.

Some of the customers and the bartender shoot weird looks at him. It’s the first time the bartender’s ever seen him in a trenchcoat. Before she can inquire the reason for his strange behavior, he passes by and enters his office without a word.

…..

The bartender shrugs and resumes cleaning the glasses. She's paid to make drinks, not care about what he does.

-----🔔-----

In the privacy of his office, Ollie hangs his coat after taking out the picture frame he swiped from your house. The giggling gets more unhinged, his toothy grin widening as each second passes by.

“Omo~ What is my little Ollie giggling like a cat on catnip for?”

Ollie jolts violently and hugs the picture frame. He looks towards his desk.

A voluptuous woman, with short black hair and cat-like green eyes, sits on the edge of his desk with her legs crossed. She's dressed in a white button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt, matched with black pumps. She’s leaned forward with her elbows on her thighs in a sort of thinker’s pose, propping her chin on top of her knuckles. On her face sits a very Cheshire cat-like grin.

“M-mother?” Ollie squeaks. “What are you doing here?”

Ollie enters the bar, cackling to his heart’s content.

…..

The bartender shrugs and resumes cleaning the glasses. She's paid to make drinks, not care about what he does.

-----🔔-----

In the privacy of his office, Ollie hangs his coat after taking out the picture frame he swiped from your house. The giggling gets more unhinged, his toothy grin widening as each second passes by.

“Omo~ What is my little Ollie giggling like a cat on catnip for?”

Ollie jolts violently and hugs the picture frame. He looks towards his desk.

“M-mother?” Ollie squeaks. “What are you doing here?”

He glances over at his father relaxing on one of the guest chairs, and gives him a questioning look. His father looks away and continues reading the book in his hands, as if to say he's got nothing to do with this situation.

Tch.

“Hiii, sweetie~ I just came here to pay you both a visit. It’s lonely at home, you know? It’s only been a year since you left the nest and yet it feels like a lifetime,” she sighs.

“How did you get in here, Mother?”

“Hehehe~ Never mind that,” his mother answers, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. “Now, what’s that in your hands?”

Ollie’s arms tighten around the picture frame. She narrows her lips, licking her lips.

“Is it expensive?” she asks.

Ollie takes a step back. “It… It could be.”

“Can you eat it?”

“Sure,” Ollie answers. “If you can eat wood.”

She hums, displeased, and swings her legs. “Ollie. Why won't you show me?”

Ollie shakes his head. He had taken the picture frame for his own amusement, not for the eyes of others. This scheme of his is simply for you and him to deal with. Alone. No one else. Not even Eris.

His mother sighs, placing her hands behind her on the desk and lowering her head for a moment before she pushes herself off the desk. Ollie, seeing where this is going, covers the back of his neck with a hand and takes another step back.

“Ollie?” she growls. “Come be a good kit… and listen to your mother!” She launches herself at Ollie with clawed hands.

Ollie side-steps and dodges. He runs and slides over his desk just as his mother turns around. His mother then throws herself over the desk just as Ollie maneuvers around the desk. They chase each other around the small office like a cat and mouse, knocking over papers and paperweights. His father simply shrinks himself, tucking his long legs in on his seat, and continues reading his book, a spot of serenity in the midst of this chaos.

Only when the mother and son duo tire out do they stop, standing a distance from each other as their shoulders visibly move up and down from catching their breath. Strands of their hair stick up in all kinds of places, and their clothes are an untidy mess on them.

“Ollie!”

“No!”

His mother pouts and casts a look towards his father as a last resort. He peeks up from his book with a questioning look. His mother makes a ‘hmph’ sound. His father bookmarks his book, and sets it aside before getting off his chair. Before Ollie can react, his father suddenly appears across the room and softly pinches Ollie on the special nerves on the back of his neck, forcing Ollie's body to turn into a ragdoll and release the picture frame.

His mother grins as she catches the picture frame. “Thank you, wifey~”

His father gives a slight nod. Ollie, with his nerves pinched, can only despair.

She raises up and examines her hard-earned prize.

…..

She turns it around, hoping to find something. There is nothing behind it. She turns it back around. “What… exactly am I looking at, Ollie?”

“G-give it back!” he pleads.

“Not until you tell me what this is.”

“It's none of your business!”

“May I remind you that I spent nine months carrying you and suffered 20 hours to birth you. I. Deserve. To. Know. Now explain to your mother!”

With a slight shake from his father, Ollie groans. “Fine… I took it because of the kid in the picture.”

…..

His mother looks at the kid in the picture. She looks at Ollie. She looks back at the kid. She looks at Ollie again.

“Ollie, dearest… As much we love and support you in any endeavor of yours,” His mother looks at her son with worry, flipping the picture towards Ollie, finger pointing at your child's self's portrait. “We won't tolerate pedo–”

“IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!” he screeches. “THAT'S JUST A CHILDHOOD PICTURE OF THEM!”

“... Oh!”

Ollie can feel his father give a heavy sigh of relief through his fingers. Ollie clicks his tongue at the fact that his parents would even suggest the absurd notion that he's into little kids like some disgusting monster.

“How old is she? He? They? How old is the kid in this picture now?” his mother rapidly asks, examining your picture with excitement. “They’re an adult now… right?”

Ollie thinks about it, ruminating through his conversations with Eris. He knows you're an adult, that's for sure. You dropped out of high school some time ago and you had worked at a cafe around seven years ago and you have been working at your current job for about five years now…

“I don’t know how old they are, but they're definitely an adult. Probably around my age.”

“Oh, that’s good,” his mother says, satisfied. The gears begin to turn in her head the more she looks at your picture. “Ohh, I get it now~”

Ollie can practically hear the cogs turning in his mother's head. “Whatever you're thinking, that's not it.”

“Sure, sure…”

“Mother.”

“Omo~ So this is the childhood picture of my future child-in-law!”

“NO!”

“Aww, don't be so shy, Ollie. So? How long have you been dating~?” she asks, eyebrows wiggling.

“I'm telling you, that's not it!” he responds to his father’s shaking from laughter.

“Eh, why not~?”

“It isn’t!”

“Really? But they’re so cute— They must be quite the looker now~ Why don’t you make them yours?”

“Because (Y/n) already belongs to Eris!” Ollie confesses, squeezing his eyes shut.

…..

Ollie's father releases Ollie's neck from shock. Ollie's mother stares at Ollie wide-eyed, her mouth in an “o” sound. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Ollie mocks with a roll of his eyes, rubbing his neck.

“(Y/n), huh~? What a nice name.”

He sighs. “Mother, please.”

His mother pinches him on the cheek for his sass, before patting him on the cheek. “I'm so sorry, Ollie. First loves don't usually work out.”

His father, too, pats him on the back with pity.

Ollie gently slaps his mother's hand and shrugs his father’s hand away. “Like I said, it's not like that.”

“Does Eris know you have this?” his mother asks, raising up the picture frame.

He snatches the picture frame back and walks over to his bookcase. “... No.”

Ollie tilts a certain book out, unlocking a secret safebox from behind a set of books. His mother looks at his father, confused. His father shrugs. The cogs in his mother’s brain start to turn again.

“Hmm… Is that so? How strange~ You and Eris share almost everything together, don’t you? Could it be…” she murmurs to herself under her breath before a conclusion pops into her head. “Omo~ You've always been such a shy boy~ To think you'd resort to being a bully to the person that you like~”

Before he can input the code, he quickly turns around, his face red. “Would you quit it? I said I don't like them! In fact, I’ll have you know that I absolutely hate them!”

Wow, such intense emotions, his mother thinks. “Eh~ Why?”

“Because they turned Eris into such a– a– a– simp! What kind of person turns someone like that into a stupid simp? You know how he is– was. So I went to (Y/n) house and– and– they were so boring. Their face was so stiff and– and–”

-----

You stand up. “Hey! What the heck are you doing? Don't just throw stuff on the ground! No manners, tch.”

-----

Ollie quiets.

Your eyebrows were scrunched together, your eyes stormy with rage, baring your teeth at him. Your voice was so loud and potent it shook him to the core. Such a large reaction to him simply throwing a bowl at the ground. And even the click of your tongue was such a nice touch…

No one has ever done that before. If he did something wrong, people would just quietly clean it up either muttering under their breath that he was a brat or without a single word. Even his parents have never yelled at him the way you did. Even his best friend, Eris, would just beat him up instead of having a conversation like a normal person…

Not to mention, your anger was so… so drastic from your stiff expression. It was like seeing the beautiful flames of a campfire from a distance while lost in an eternally frozen tundra.

Is that why Eris is so interested in you? If that’s the case, no wonder Eris has been doing the stupidest things ever since he met you!

Ollie begins to wonder what your face would look like, after you’ve discovered he’s stolen your picture frame. The very picture frame Eris keeps talking about being your most precious item. It’s a shame he can’t be there to see it… but he’s sure he’ll see it the next time he visits you! How angry will you be at him then? Oh, he can’t wait!

His parents exchange looks at the sight of their son becoming lost in his thoughts. It’s decided in their minds, their youngest son is most definitely infatuated with whoever this “(Y/n)” is.

“Do you think he’ll introduce (Y/n) to us someday, wifey?” his mother whispers to her husband.

His father answers, “Mm.”

-----🔔-----

[A little while ago…]

Lyn looks up at the night sky. She softly traces the smooth metal of her ring.

With all of the streetlamps on the street, the light pollution has taken away the stars. It was just like the night Lyn left behind everything she ever knew to start over and find herself again. Her family, her friends…. You… What a shame. The night sky tonight is the same as her life without you, a dark abyss without a single glimmer of hope.

She wonders if you’re looking at the same sky now. How often do you think of her… or do you think of her at all? Probably not… She only hopes that you’re happy now… Without her…

Step step step step…

Hearing someone swiftly approaching the bar, she looks over ready to greet– “What are you doing here? Thought you lef-”

Eris angrily points at her, as if to say “you’re next”, as he quickly hops over the rope and enters the bar. Fearing the worst, considering what she’s heard about him, she abandons her post and follows after him.

Inside the bar, the patrons pay the incomers no mind. The bartender spots an angry Eris and a concerned Lyn coming towards her, which makes the bartender almost drop the cocktail she is preparing.

Eris slams his hands on the bar counter, attracting the attention. “Where’s Ollie?”

“Please, Eris, don’t make a scene!” Lyn whispers harshly, grabbing his shoulders.

“I-in his office,” the bartender answers.

“Right.” Eris slips out of Lyn’s grasp and strides over to Ollie’s office.

“Eris!”

-----🔔-----

[Back to the present…]

Ollie is still lost in his thoughts and his parents are enjoying the sight of their son being lost, when the door flies off the hinges and crashes into the opposite wall, shattering a decorative painting’s glass frame.

Eris’s head pops in, his eyes scanning the room until they lock onto Ollie. The rest of his body walks into the room. He then notices there are two other people here, Ollie’s parents.

Not that it matters.

“Mrs. and Mr. Panthera. I’m sorry, but could I have your son to myself for a few minutes? I just need to talk to him,” he asks, voice clipping robotically, without taking his eyes off of Ollie.

“Sorry, he was too slippery,” Lyn gasps, coming in after. She spots Ollie’s parents and respectfully greets them with a nod.

“Omo~ You can have him for yourself forever if you take his hand in marriage~” his mother teases. “Just kidding~ Okay, don’t hurt him too badly, Eris, or I’ll hunt you down and kill you myself~!”

“Promise,” Eris mutters.

“Good, good. Alright, buh bye, everyone~ Nice to see you, Lyn~” With that, Ollie’s parents leave promptly.

Eris swerves his head towards Lyn and points at her. “You. Wait your turn outside.”

Lyn slaps Eris’s hand out of her face. “Excuse me!?”

“You’re excused,” Eris smoothly says. “Now, out!”

Ollie raises up a hand. “It’s okay, Lyn. I can handle this.”

Lyn casts a worried look towards Ollie before she shoots a glare at Eris. “I don’t care what happens but if Ollie doesn’t come out alive, I’ll tear you apart, capisce?” she threatens, then leaves the room to resume her position outside the bar, but not before leaning the broken door against the door frame for temporary privacy.

“Hnh. Loyal mutt,” Eris mocks.

“Oi,” Ollie warns Eris before taking a seat behind his desk. “So, why’d you break my door for?”

Eris slams his hands onto Ollie’s desk, ready to release his fury.

Ollie makes a face. “Could you please stop trying to break my furniture? Mahogany is expensive!”

Eris narrows his eyes. “You… You know what? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you.” Eris’s face relaxes as he plops down on one of the guest seats. “We’re both adults now. There’s no need to fight, right? Right.”

The picture frame comes to the front of Ollie’s mind. “Uh… okay?”

“‘Sides, I should thank you, Ollie.”

“F- Ahem! For what?”

“For being the reason, (Y/n) called me.”

“Oh,” Ollie says, swiping away the sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve. “Okay… So?”

“So return the picture frame.”

Ollie’s eyes go wide. Ohhh. You must’ve called Eris about it. That was fast… You’re a lot closer to Eris than he thought. “Oh. What was (Y/– your lover’s reaction like?”

“Angry?” Eris answers matter-of-factly. “Obviously? So you did take it.”

Ollie gulps.

Eris sighs, dropping his head before raising it up with scrunched eyebrows. “I’ve told you multiple times that it is extremely precious to (Y/n). Seeing as you’re not denying it, you either want to die or you were expecting me. Why’d you take it?”

Ollie looks away, mulling over his next words carefully. “I was… suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Why?”

Ollie looks back to Eris, resting his elbows on his desk and interlocking his fingers together. “I’ll be honest, Eris. We’ve both known each other since highschool and only until you met your lover did you start acting weird. It’s not like you at all. For all I know, your lover could’ve been manipulating you.”

Eris scoffs. “I am in love, Ollie. Of course, I’m going to act different. And (Y/n) isn’t like that. Don’t slander them.”

“Look! It’s just weird, okay? So I went to their apartment to check them out myself-”

“Do you have a death wish, Ollie?” Eris spits.

Ollie places his hands up in a surrendering pose. “Not at all. Anyway, then I met them and– Oi, did you know your lover-” Ollie catches himself, before he reveals the fact that you just nonchalantly offered to feed him. “Ah, nevermind. Anyway, I kind of just… took the picture frame.”

“... Why??”

Sweat beads on Ollie’s forehead. “Because…”

“Because…?”

“Because… Well, ya know me. I like to take souvenirs whenever I visit,” Ollie says rapidly. “Hey, I was planning on returning it back. Promise!”

Eris takes a deep breath, letting his head fall back on the chair. “If you ever, ever do something like this again, I will kill you, Ollie. Got it? I won’t give shit.”

“... Yeup,” Ollie pops the ‘p’. “Loud and clear. By the way, like how angry was your lover? Were they ‘screaming angry’ or ‘sad angry’ or…?”

“Ollie, (Y/n) was just angry,” Eris says, lifting up his head. “Anyway, c’mon, Ollie. Hand over the picture frame. I can return it to (Y/n) for you, if you–”

“NO!” Ollie screeches before he settles his voice and clears his throat. “N-no. I can return it to your lover myself. Don’t worry.”

Eris narrows his eyes. “What d’you mean ‘return it yourself’?”

“I mean, with you. Return it myself, with you.”

…..

Eris chews on the inside of his cheek before he stands up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Ollie knit his eyebrows. “Huh? Right now? It’s in the middle of the–”

Murder lies in Eris’s eyes.

“–Okay. Okay. I’m coming. Give me a minute, I need to get it out of the safebox. Jesus Christ… You better pay for the damn door, fucking weasel…”

-----🔔-----

Eris enters the pin to get into the parking garage underneath your apartment.

“... Oi, how'd you get the pin for the parking garage?” Ollie asks once they park, sitting in the passenger seat while hugging the picture frame.

“I have my ways.”

They walk into the elevator that'll bring them from the underground floor to whatever level they want in this six story building.

“Oh wow, they need a password in the elevator?” Ollie whistles, impressed.

“Yeah.” Eris types in the password and up the elevator moves towards your floor.

“The hell? How’d you know the password?”

“I have my ways.”

Up there, Eris leads Ollie to your apartment door and is stopped by another pin pad.

“What the hell?” Ollie comments. “Oi, how many security codes do they need? And how in the hell do you know all of them?” Ollie demands.

“I have my…” Eris pauses, his finger hovering over the pin pad. “... Well, how'd you get in here earlier?”

“Uh… I climbed the building? Cracked open through the window? How else was I going to get in here? By the way, you should remind your lover to lock their windows next time.”

“Oh. Huh,” Eris says, impressed. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way…”

It is at this moment that Eris realizes that Ollie, who has never lifted a finger for something he doesn't care for, had scaled up this six-floored building and climbed into your room through the window… and only took a picture frame? If anything, Ollie usually had an eye for either something expensive or something edible. But a picture frame? And not any picture frame but your family portrait. Why? Ollie knows better than piss him off… Unless… Does Ollie like-

Eris clicks his tongue.

Ah, no way. As charming as you are, Ollie always talks badly about you. Ollie was the one who told him not to talk to you. And he said it himself about how he was curious about you. Maybe it was his fault for not introducing you to his best friend sooner. Eris only wanted to have your existence to himself as long as possible. Ollie was just worrying about him, like any good friend. That must be it. There's no way that Ollie fell for... Hahaha… hah… no way…

He better not.

Eris inputs the pin code, and slowly unlocks the door to your apartment. Inside is dark, with all of the lights turned off and all of the curtains drawn over the windows. Eris closes the door behind them and quietly rushes over to where he hears you softly snoring on the couch.

Aww~ You have tear stains on your cheek. He crouches down on the ground in front of you and gazes lovingly at your sleeping face, unable to help him from wiping away your tears. The sensation slowly takes you out of your dreams.

“Oh, sorry for waking you up, Love,” Eris whispers. “But I’m here now. I'm sorry I couldn't be back sooner.”

Ollie stares at Eris and you with a disgusted face. Right. He already knew how much of a sap Eris becomes whenever he talks about you, but seeing it in person really takes the cake.

“Uh… so what should I do?” Ollie whispers.

Eris snaps out of his trance and looks at Ollie, annoyed. “Oh, right. Just leave the picture frame on the table and go.”

Ollie's hold on your picture frame tightens.

No! He has to see your reaction! Will you be super angry to see him again, like a raging inferno? Or will it be like a flickering flame like a candle? Either way, he couldn’t possibly leave yet!

“N-no, I can wait. I, uh, need to apologize first.”

“... Huh.” Eris narrows his eyes. “Ollie–”

You slowly wake up to Eris's face.

Huh, this is weird, you think. Usually, you'd wake up to Eris all snuggled up on top of you without any consideration of your feelings. Why is he just crouching in front of you, and why did he wake you up? … Oh, can it be?

“Picture…?” you ask, voice laced with drowsiness.

Eris’s attention snaps back to you, eyes wide.

GOOD. LORD. Your hopeful eyes and cute, sleepy voice— directed at him for the first time ever? Oh, if only he could bring out his phone at this moment, record and add this moment to his collection! Eris could die hap- well, after he marries and grows old with you first. Nothing will come between you and him. Not even death.

Eris cheerfully nods and strokes your head. “Mm hm! Yes, Love. I got your picture back~” He purses his mouth before adding, “And my… friend also wants to apologize to you.”

Ollie can't help but cringe at how baby-ish Eris sounds with you. This guy was ready to kill just a while ago and yet here he is, like some domesticated little weasel in front of you. What’s with that?? And what was that weird emphasis on ‘friend’?

You sit up groggily, your head lulling. You don't see your picture frame in Eris's hands or on the table, then you turn and see… Oh, there it is.

The moment you make eye contact with Ollie, goosebumps form along his skin. As you slowly recognize him, your eyebrows, nose, and mouth form into an angry expression. Ah, there's that beautiful expression Ollie wanted to see-

“YOU!” you screech, launching yourself at Ollie.

The both of you crash onto the ground and you rip the picture frame from his hands, raising it up victoriously. Finally! Your parents are reunited with you at last! You hug it tightly, smiling brightly and eyes brimming with happy tears.

Eris, immensely perturbed by how you’re sitting on Ollie’s abdomen, manages to wrap his arms around you and lift you off Ollie while you’re distracted by the picture frame. You, of course, snap out of your excitement and begin to squirm in his embrace until he lets you go.

Ollie, on the other hand, lays there on the ground, not minding the pounding behind his head as your new expression plays over and over like a broken record.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Spring? A field of flowers– No. More like summer, when the trees and fields bear fruit… Mm no. No no no no no. Those are understatements of the century! Is there any possible way to describe it?

…..

Ah. There is.

The Garden of Eden. Perhaps even… Heaven?

Ollie is snapped out of his daze when Eris waves a hand in front of him.

“You okay, Ollie? You hit your head too hard or something?”

Ollie slowly leans up on his elbows and discovers you're busy positioning the picture frame on the coffee table where it so rightfully belongs. “Uh… huh…” Ollie answers.

Curious, Eris follows Ollie's line of sight.

Satisfied with the placement of your family portrait in its rightful place, you suddenly feel eyes in you. You look over to find, not only Eris's eyes, but the green eyes of his friend, who Eris called Ollie. Your face returns back to its stiff expression, glaring daggers at them. “What are you looking at?”

Eris smiles at you, gently places a hand over Ollie's eyes, and slams his head back onto the floor, which makes you flinch. “Me? At you, of course~ Who else?” he sings.

You purse your lips, feeling your cheeks heat up at his shamelessness. It… it must be because he hasn’t been around all night. And he made sure to return your picture frame, so you guess you can afford to… feel a little happy to see him… just a little bit… “Quit it. Look somewhere else.”

Eris pouts. “Don't wannna.”

You look over to his friend, who is lying very still under Eris’s hand. Alarmingly still. “Um… Your friend, is he okay? You might’ve…”

Eris shows you a very toothy grin, his teeth gritted tightly. “Oh yeah, he’s okay. See?” He lifts up his hand, to find Ollie’s eyes closed. Eris shakes him on the shoulder to wake him up. Ollie doesn’t respond. “Ah.”

You gasp. “We need to get him to a hospital!”

“Eh. He probably just fell asleep–”

“Eris!”

“Fine… Only for you, Love~”

“For the last time, I’m not your ‘love’!”

“M’kay, Darling.”

“You- Ugh…”

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skullsnbruises · 1 year ago

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Techno started this as a self insert comfort thing and then I (cat) finished it for them:) also I think the title is so funny I’m a stupid silly

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The Voices Demand Vore

(1576 words) [same size vore]

There was a burning passionate feeling aching its way through Techno’s chest for the past few months now. The voices that usually echoed violence through his mindspace, craving blood and the loss of life, had shifted slowly into a new desire. In place of their murderous rampage, was now a ringing fantasy of a different kind. Techno now felt the strong urge to open his jaws to his friends, followed by a hunger pain screeching through his system, and begging for a full stomach.

The pinkette wasn’t sure how to take it at first, when the thoughts arose he felt a sort of shame associated with them. He assumed, since they were the demands of his voices, that the intention was to kill. He wasn’t wrong for assuming that, surely? But as he listened with perked ears closer to their whispers, he realized not a single word muttered was of ill intent. They rang of protection, of comfort. It confused him.

Over the days as his thoughts intensified and burned away, he started to understand where the voices were coming from. Soon enough, he was playing into the ideas they offered up. Techno would imagine his friends curled around his tongue, tracing over his teeth to picture how they’d react. If his friends were miniature, how would they react to being scooped up and dropped into his mouth? Would they trust him, or panic? Techno shut his eyes softly, tongue rolling over an imaginary figure with pleasure.

One time, Techno was spending the day with his little brother. The blonde boy was being particularly obnoxious, disorganizing Techno’s collections of his hoarded trinkets, and tossing things around. Tommy was climbing over Techno’s bed, playfully racing away to get out of reach of Techno’s claws. The piglin cussed under his breath, fingertips just missing the collar of the blonde’s shirt.

“Come back here you little monster-“ Techno mocked anger. Then the voices peaked up.

Tommy stuck his tongue out, spinning around and crouching on the other side of the bedframe, little head poking up just so his squinted eyes could be seen.

Techno’s lips curled to show off his fangs and he growled, keeping the teasing tone clear. He bit hard on his tongue, “Get over here or I’ll eat you up.”

Tommy’s eyes widened slightly, before his eyebrows furrowed, “You weirdo, Blade. What you want to eat me, hm?”

The piglin halted in his spot, gulping embarrassed. His ears twitched and Techno could feel his face flush.

“I-“ the voices cried at him, ‘Tell him how you feel’, ‘Scare him’, ‘Go over there right now and swallow him whole’.

Techno needed a quick way out of the situation, something to deflect.

Suddenly, the blonde was climbing back over the blankets, and he flopped down staring up at Techno. He puffed his cheeks out and frowned.

His hands were shaking, he realized. The piglin was staring down at his little brother, salivating at the idea of scoffing him down his throat. The echoes in his head were now high pitched bells squealing and ringing out, causing him a migraine of desperation.

“T-that’s right, Tommy,” he decided it was too much. He was just going to let the demands take over, “You’ve been nothing but a pain. I might as well swallow you whole so you can’t wreck my house anymore.”

The blonde flinched, visibly not expecting a proper response. The cogs turning in his head were painfully obvious in his processing eyes, “Oh yeah?” Tommy gave him narrowed eyes.

Techno slid his hands under Tommy’s armpits, and lifted him up effortlessly. He met the blue eyes with an unreadable expression.

“I’m hungry too, Tommy. Very hungry. You’ll do as a nice snack for me.”

His little brother was now scrambling under his arms, trying to push away from the piglin, who’s maw was open wide and threatening. Techno had only a fraction of his full strength used on holding Tommy.

“OI- get off me, Blade!-“ Tommy struggled, pushing his palm against Techno’s snout, his fingers pressed half against his teeth, and half against his nose. That’s when Techno realized that Tommy was playing still. He knew the kid would hit him or tell Techno flat to his face to fuck off; but the blonde wasn’t even trying.

“Do you want me to eat you, Tommy?” Techno’s voice was low and gravely.

His brother went still, “Fuckin’ n-no obviously!” But his eyes kept flashing between Techno’s gaping maw and his bright glasses.

The voices screamed in delight as Techno laughed mockingly, “You’re going to taste so good, Tommy.”

The blonde yelped as Techno’s tongue licked over his face, swirling up his hair in thick spit. The wet appendage rolled over Tommy’s nose and he let out a noise of disgust, before promptly wiping the wet off.

“You’re gross,” Tommy whined.

Techno chuckled, “You’re delicious.”

He rolled his eyes and Techno licked back over him. And again, and again. Tommy was soon enough covered in a layer of saliva and held a very unhappy expression. The piglin scoffed playfully, then moved Tommy’s body closer, opening his mouth wider, listening to the voices screaming louder.

‘Eat him.’

‘Swallow him.’

‘Devour him.’

Tommy’s head was shuffled carefully into Techno’s mouth. The pinkette was spending extra effort and care not the nick the blonde with his fangs, tongue pressed against them cautiously. He could already hear Tommy’s heartbeat thumping faster as his body was shoveled back.

Techno felt his head meet the back of his throat, blonde hair tickling his uvula lightly. He took deep, shaky inhales through his nose, wanting everything to go right, and worrying unnecessarily about what could go wrong.

Tommy seemed to be just as nervous, body unmoving and his breath unsteady. His arms were practically plastered against his sides, fingers twitching. Two inexperienced nerds trying to play into their biggest comfort, who knew it would go so awkwardly.

The piglin stared downward, watching Tommy’s body as he slowly guided him further down his throat, holding back his gag reflex from reacting against his brother. Techno felt his throat bulge out with Tommy’s head sliding through his esophagus. He fought against the temptation to trace along the new bump, trying to focus instead on getting his younger brother into his stomach. The voices cooed in his ears, humming happily in echoes through his brain. It was genuinely comforting to not have the stressful intrusive thoughts in the background, making him feel awful every moment. For now, at least, Techno could be content, enjoying the comfort of his little brother gliding down his gullet.

He found himself purring around the blonde’s body inside him. Vibrating all around the boy with such a loving intensity. Techno was so happy to be able to provide a secure and safe area for Tommy to stay for the time being. He’d be so cozy inside of him, snuggling up inside his stomach.

The piglin couldn’t stand the patience, and as Tommy’s middle had been swallowed down, his clawed hands now came over the accentuation in his throat. His fingers rubbed into flesh, the younger’s torso right behind his skin. He was soaked there inside, sliding ever so slowly into Techno’s stomach, where he would be protected and held for as long as he would let Techno have him.

Several wet ‘glk’s later, the walls of Techno’s esophagus had pulled Tommy even deeper, that the piglin could feel the blonde’s head meet his insides, torso right at the sphincter. He steadily inhaled through his snout, as Tommy’s dangling legs were the last thing to shovel down. Tommy’s movements inside him were slow and squished.

Voices echoed the walls of Techno’s mind, cooing and coddling the image of Tommy’s body gulping down to his stomach, feet lastly left to the cold air. The piglin shoved him further, pushing on the soles of the teen’s shoes. His throat buldged impossibly outward, and once he lost sight of Tommy to his mouth, his teeth clicked down satisfied.

At last, there was just a few more heavy swallows before the voices would deem the situation perfect and resolved. The blonde’s body squirmed inside Techno, squished and soggy as it was hugged from every angle, leaving no space where Tommy couldn’t feel the piglin’s loving embrace. Emptiness had become a foreign concept to Techno’s stomach now.

Tommy sunk into the pit of his older brother’s belly, a large stretched rounded of pink flesh marking the juts and curves of the teen’s figure underneath. He’d shifted suffocated around until he was folded into the fetal position, rested comfortably tight inside Techno.

A burp made its way out Techno’s mouth, followed by a slight blush dusting his cheeks, covered by fur. He groaned, finding himself lying down his head down onto the pillow. His stomach gurgled and bounced as it jostled the boy inside, adjudging to the new position.

He realized the voices had ceased after his eyes opened ago several moments later. Techno was relived to not have those screeching things blasting his ears at last. Techno was a little grateful, at least, for their insistence. They’d pushed Techno along and given him the motivation to go through with this. Now, with his brother curled inside him, he felt a wave of relaxation and comfort wash over him, as tired eyes demanding to rest, the voices had quieted, and his limbs heavy.

Tommy and Techno fell asleep, perfectly content and together.

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imagination-is-key-in-my-world · 3 years ago

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Awkward Encounters

Authors Note: At first, I was going to write this as the reader being in Tessa’s perspective but then I thought that it would be too much of a copyright. There may be some similarities to the story but I have written Tessa in as a separate party. Tessa is still with Noah in this. Also, I will be referencing parts from both the movie and the novels. In this particular fanfiction Tristan is a girl, like the movie.

Summary: You are a freshman at college and your life there started pretty normally. Your best friend is Tristan who is dating Steph who is roommates with Tessa. That was until you went to a party with Tristan and the girls. You had no idea that the mysterious British boy was going to intervene when you come face to face with the Bitch that is Molly.

Warning: Swearing

Pairing: Reader x Hardin Scott

Word Count: 4,423

“Come on Tristan, I told you.” I moan. “I can’t go to another party; I am still recovering from the last one.” I cling to a cold compress, trying my best to shield my eyes from the light that is seeping in through the open door.

Tristan threw a pack of Ibuprofen onto my lap that she snooped around in my bag for. “If it’s that bad, take one of these and get your butt out of that bed.” I groan at the impact from the small box just for the effect. “Don’t be a baby and get up.”

I roll over on the bed to face the wall. “Can’t you just go with Steph?”

“No!” She abruptly spat out. “I want to go with you. Steph is bringing Tessa and I don’t want to show up alone.”

“But you will be with her when you’re there. What’s the point in me getting out of this lovely cocoon that I have made, just to walk you to the party?”

Tristan had her head bent over, pulling her hair into a high ponytail on the top of her head. “You know that what you just said was the whole point.” She sighed. “Everyone is going to stare at me when I walk in there all on my lonesome.”

I eyed the short revealing dress that she was pulling onto her petite and envious body. “You know everyone will be staring at you no matter what if you wear that.” I laugh. “Those legs are going to be the headliner for that party.”

Tristan winked at me and continued adding more accessories to her ever-growing ensemble. “That my dear naïve British friend is the goal of this outfit.” She dropped to her knees faster than I could pry open the antibiotic wrapper. Gripping onto my hand she pulled me away from my mission to rid the world of the swirling furniture before my very eyes. “Y/N, if you do not go, I will literally never talk to you ever again.”

I raised my eyebrow at the sight before me. “Is that a promise.” I bravely say.

“Y/N! Please!”

“Fine alright. Give me five minutes.” I surrender, using every ounce of strength that I had left to lift myself from my comfy nest. “But you owe me, big time.” Tristan’s arms were around my neck faster than I could respond. Her soft lips that I am sure Steph adores, pressed against my forehead.

“I love you so much Miss Y/L/N!” She squealed.

I let out a stiff laugh as I saunter off to the bathroom to sort whatever state I currently appeared to be in.

***

“You know, when you said that this was going to be a cool night for us both? When did I factor into the equation?” I scoff, lifting the red solo cup to my lips. The bitter taste made my stomach curl, but what was worse was not drinking around all these over-the-top drunk people.

Tristan was straddling Steph on the sofa by the side of me. These two did not understand the true definition of PDA and why some people may find it uncomfortable. Including myself.

I inch further down the sofa that was unsurprisingly very sticky. If I wasn’t feeling queasy when I turned up, I certainly felt it now. I try to distract myself from the fact that I had to peel my legs from the leather material just to cross them. The sound was very unflattering.

“Why are you in my seat?” I roll my eyes the minute I recognised the irritating voice that filled me with angst and hatred from across the room. Molly Samuels. Her whole presence just irritates me, and it appears that I am not the only one with this response. I gaze over to my left to see Tessa shaking her head at the general distaste she had for the girl. I lift my cup up to Tessa who shyly mimics. ‘To stuck up bitches, ay?’ I say to myself, quietly so that she couldn’t hear.

Molly pushed Zed Evans and his girlfriend for the night out of her shitty throne causing his date to land hard on her arse. I am sure it wasn’t the first time that Molly has done this to declare her ‘power’ to the whole room. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” The blonde cried as Zed attempted to pick her up from the floor which was soaked in alcohol.

“Does this brat literally think she can talk to me right now?” Molly scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Turning to her so-called friends for approval of her comment and actions.

“What did you just call me?” The poor young girl shook off Zed’s protective arm and stepped right in front of Molly’s nose. Probably not the best move, but I have always found that Molly needed taking down a peg or two.

“You heard me, loud and clear” She popped her tongue on the letter ‘l’ in loud. “A little slutty brat who thinks for a second that Zed will call her back after he fucks her tonight.” Molly’s teeth were snarling almost like a wild animal.

“At least I’m not a bitchy whore who thinks that everyone here is her friend.” There were a couple ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ almost as if we were at a panto and not a college party after Zed’s girl’s response.

The second Molly let the words register her hand was leaving that poor girl’s cheek, along with a bright red handprint in its place.

“What the fuck, Molly!” I heard the words clear as day, but I never in a million years imagined that they would come from my mouth. But there I was, standing right in front of Molly, shielding the young girl from another blast to the face.

I could hear people whispering behind my back. ‘What is she doing?’ ‘Is she stupid or something?’ ‘Does she not know what Molly is like?’ Despite being close friends with Tristan, I never would have expected her to step up to defend me, especially when Molly Samuels was involved. She stayed on Steph’s lap; eyes bugged open. Utterly frozen.

“Wow Y/N? Get involved in other people’s business much? Just because your life is too sad, you feel like you can insert yourself into other people’s.” I roll my eyes at her pathetic attempt to rattle me. “You’re just a sad little virgin that no body wants around. Tristan only invited you tonight for her own benefit. Just look around, you don’t fit in here.”

I stay silent. I may have only spoken up once tonight, but that was enough for me. Frat parties are my least favourite place to be. The only reason I came here tonight was for Tristan. I should have left the minute she started making out with the red-haired beauty.

“Cat got your tongue now, bitch.” Molly’s face was inches from mine and I choked on the strong aroma of alcohol on her breath. “Oh, wait I forgot, the girl doesn’t own a backbone.” There were a few stifled laughs here and there. Zed stayed silent, as did Tristan and Steph. None of them making the effort to stand up for me. “Let me guess. Tristan batted her big eyes at you and begged you to come tonight, didn’t she? Then ditched you the moment someone prettier came into the picture.”

I gulp back the bile that I knew had risen to the back of my throat. “Why don’t you go back to your dorm. Oh, better yet, get on a fucking plane and fly back to shitty England. We could only get lucky and hope the thing crashes with you inside it.”

“That’s enough Molly!” The voice behind me held a British twang similar to my own. A voice I had only heard about but never actually seen. The bad boy, Hardin Scott.

Hardin Scott was attractive. Since I got here, I knew he was the talk of the college. Everybody knew who he was and that he wasn’t good news. His white shirt displayed his various tattoos clearly through the thin and tight fabric. His black hair was pushed back to show his piercing eyes and anger set eyebrows. His eyes never left Molly who was stood behind me.

“Oh, Hardin you know I am only messing with the virgin.” She forces a small laugh. “It’s not like I can control the planes is it.” Her head tilts to the side as her gaze locks onto mine, only to intimidate. “I mean I wish I could.” She muttered so that only the people stood around her could hear.

“Do you ever know when to stop!” Hardin barks, not acknowledging me physically. “Do you ever think that you’re the one that people don’t want around?” He questions, moving slowly across the room. I hadn’t noticed but the volume of the once booming music had been lowered to a slight hum in the background.

Hardin was now stood right beside me glaring down at Molly who mimicked his stance. “Ding Ding. Come on guys let’s just drop it!” Nate calls over when he noticed their glares on each other were far from breaking.

Molly was the first to move. “You’re right Nate.” She coos. “Let’s play a game.” She scans the room of her so-called posy who all appeared to be done with her shit for the night. “It’s Friday night. We need to play a game. I will even let the little virgin here play along, too.”

I am very aware that all the eyes were now back on me.

This wasn’t something that I wanted to be a part of. It took me what felt like an eternity to move my feet across the room to where Tristan was sitting. “I am going to head back to the dorms.” I declare quietly to her, but I can tell that they are all listening.

“No please stay, it won’t be the same if you go.” Tristan reaches for my hand which I pull away.

I don’t know why I am letting Molly’s words sink in so much. Everybody who knows her knows that she is full of herself and couldn’t give a shit who she hurts.

“No, it’s late.” It was only nine. “And I have assignments that are due.” I lie, they are all finished. “I’ll see you back at the dorm.”

I start towards the door but I can hear Tristan calling after me to stay.

As I reach the front door to the frat house, I hear Molly’s voice loud and clear. “So, Hardin truth or dare?”

***

The walk back to the dorms was anything but peaceful. The cars were loud and honking at me as they passed. Classy.

I reach for my phone in my bag. I could do with tuning out the world for this half hour walk back in the dark. But my fingers only find a vibrant red lipstick that I couldn’t pull off in a million years.

I stop dead in my tracks. This was Steph’s bag; I grabbed the wrong one during my never-ending embarrassment.

I couldn’t go back, but I couldn’t go further either. Where was I supposed to go, Steph’s key wasn’t in here so it’s not like I could sleep in her room for the night. No cash, key or phone meant that I had no other choice. I had to suck it up and go back.

“Fuuuck!” I shout, not caring that I startled an elderly woman who was placing a rubbish bag in her bin just outside her front door.

“Not a very ladylike thing to say.” I hear a mocking chuckle behind me causing me to jump out of my skin.

When I turn around, I am greeted by the tall British bad boy covered in ink standing about 6 foot in front of me.

His head cocks to the side when I don’t answer him. “You don’t say much, do you?” My eyes scan over his attire, black ripped jeans, white top, and a jet-black leather jacket. “But you do stare a lot, don’t you?” That British chuckle makes it’s second appearance tonight.

“What do you want?” I blurt out, shaking my head at the fact that I was indeed caught staring at the boy.

He steps a little closer to me, closing the gap between us ever so slowly. I watch in amazement at how sexy he makes walking look. “You left this at the party.” I hadn’t realised that he had extended his hand to reveal a clutch bag. My clutch bag.

“Oh!” I speak. “Thanks.” I take the bag from him and prepare myself for the walk back.

“Don’t take any notice of Molly. She is a bitch.”

“Yep.” I chip in, turning to walk back towards the college dorm rooms.

I only get a few steps ahead when I feel a cold sensation wrap around my bare arm. Why the fuck didn’t I bring a coat? I gaze down at the hand that is pressed to my skin. “Where are you going?” He softly says. His tone and action were not at all forceful but something about him made me shiver with fear deep inside the pit of my stomach. I was warned about Hardin Scott. Tristan said that he wasn’t exactly good news around her group of friends. Acting with his fists before connecting his words, that’s what she said at least.

“H-Home.” I stutter, half from the interaction, half from how fucking cold it was. I straighten up. “I am going home.”

“Alone?” He jumps in straight away.

I don’t answer. I just look back at his hand around my arm.

“S-sorry.” He stutters, removing his hand from my arm. “It’s just it’s a long way back to the dorms and it is late.”

I shrug my shoulders at his declaration. “I know.” I simply say and start to walk again but I am blocked by the gorgeous boy standing in front of me. “Oh fuck, you’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“No of course not!” He blurts.

“Good! Now could you” I gesture to the fact that he is stood directly in my path. He catches on to my hint and steps aside.

“You’re not going to walk there alone, are you?” His voice sounding desperate.

I spin and mockingly look around for people, lifting my hand to shield my eyes as I continue my search. This provokes a choked sigh from Hardin. Once I am satisfied with my ‘search’ I say “yep” and continue to walk.

“But it is late.” He chimes in again walking backwards trying desperately not to break my gaze as I try desperately to avoid his. “And you’re alone.”

“Yes, we have established this.” I mock, glaring at the stoned pavement or sidewalk ahead of me.

Hardin reaches both hands out in front of himself creating a wall which stops me from taking another step. “What is your problem?”

I take a step back, alarmed at his outburst. “My problem. You’re the one who has continuously blocked my way for the past ten minutes.” I bark. I try to move around him but he doesn’t budge, copying my actions to stay ahead of me.

“I am trying to offer my services.” Hardin exclaimed but then scowled at his choice of words. I too have a hard time accepting the word ‘services.’ Just as I go to argue he opens his mouth. “Fuck that’s not what I meant to say.” His hands instantly dart to push his hair back out of his face. A nervous tick I assume. What did he have to be nervous about? He is the one stalking after college girls at half 9 at night.

“Look can we start over?” He offers shoving his hands into his jacket. My arms promptly raise to cover my bare arms where goosebumps have started to form. Why didn’t I bring a jacket? “Could I possibly walk you back to the dorms?” His eyes dropped to the ground to stare at a pebble that he toyed with his shoe. Was he anxious?

“Why?” I question fairly quickly.

“I just want to make sure that you get back safe!” His tone wasn’t very friendly. I cock my head to one side. “Sorry, that came out bad.” His tone softening. “I just didn’t like the way that Molly spoke to you earlier and I also hate the fact that you would be walking back in this sketchy neighbourhood alone.”

“Fine.”

***

We walk all the way back to the dorms in silence. Hardin looked uncomfortable the entire time as if he were being forced to be here. I sure as hell did not make him.

I pull the key from my bag and slot it into the lock on the door. Pushing the door slightly open I stand with my arms still draped across my shivering body in the doorway. “Well, thanks for walking me back and bringing me my bag.”

Hardin didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on my body, traveling from my legs to my face. His face turned a shade of white when his eyes caught up to mine. “Fuck!” He announced.

“What!” I jump at his sudden change in demeaner.

“Your lips.” He gestures to my trembling lips that haven’t stopped shaking since I stepped outside of the frat house. “They are fucking blue!” Panic surges over him as he rakes his hands through his hair. “Why didn’t you say you were cold?” He started passing back and fourth in front of me.

“There wasn’t much you could do.” I counter. “My own stupid fault for not bringing a coat.”

I walk inside the room and grab a jacket and throw it on over my shaking body. Hardin enters after me and grabs my hand carefully. “Fuck lot that will do.” He picks up a towel and drags me back down the hallway.

I try to pull my arm back but it is no use. “Where the hell are you taking me?” I say a little too loud. Silently cursing myself if I may have woken up any of the other students living down this dorm.

“The showers now come on.” He tugs a little harder as his feet guide me towards the shared bathroom just a few floors down from my own.

As we reach the bathroom, Hardin throws the towel over the railing and reaches in to turn on the water. I couldn’t help but watch his every move. “Get in!” He cries. Gesturing to the box that was filling with tempting hot steam.

I hesitate. “Y/N, get in the fucking shower.” I jump, not at his tone. But at the fact that he used my name. How did he even know it? Oh right, he was at the party when Molly was insulting me. “If you don’t start undressing now, I will have to start doing it for you.”

I raise an eyebrow but decline his offer, stepping into the box and pulling the curtain across to shield my naked body.

***

Hardin was right, I needed that shower. I hadn’t realised how cold I had gotten from that walk home. I stood in that shower for what felt like half the evening.

I shut off the water and begin to pull the curtain slightly across so that I could reach for the towel that Hardin had placed on the rail when Hardin’s hand slips through holding the towel between his fingers.

“Thanks.” I mutter, draping it around my soaking body.

I step out to find that Hardin’s hair has dropped and started to stick to his forehead in places from the steam. His eyes dart up and down my body, quietly.

I am the first one to break the silence as we stand there in the shared bathroom. “So, I should um, probably get back to my room.”

I watch as Hardin lets my words break him from his still stance. “Yeah, um, after you.” He holds his arm out and follows me out of the bathroom. Something has shifted in Hardin. Tonight, I have seen him; angry, intimidating, shy, solemness and lost for words. It was a lot to take in during a short period of time.

I open the dorm door and step inside. When I hear the door shut, I jump and almost drop the towel. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mean for the door to shut so loudly.” He curses under his breath.

“It’s okay.” I mutter. I cling to the towel as I stare back at Hardin who hasn’t moved or made any effort to leave.

“Y/N?” Hardin’s voice softer than ever tonight, bringing my eyes to meet his. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What do you mean?” My words coming out slowly. His head dropped to face the floor. Was he trying to count the flecks of glitter on the carpet from Tristan’s body butter or something?

“Why didn’t you say that you were cold?” I roll my eyes, this again. Crossing my arms over my stomach.

“Like I said, there wasn’t anything you could have-”

“I could have given you my jacket.” He interjects. Taking a step closer to me. His body was merely a foot away from mine.

“But then you would have been the one with the blue lips.” I counter. Tilting my head to the side in a modest challenging manner.

This stirred something within Hardin, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I know that he isn’t used to a woman not agreeing with every word that comes out of his mouth.

I suddenly shake my head as I feel a slight chill spread up my back. I am still in my towel and now I am very much aware of that. Quickly I turn away from his locked-on gaze.

“Can I have some privacy please.” I mumble, not able to turn around to face him. “I need to, uh, get changed.” I add.

Hardin lets out a small grunt but eventually I do hear the click of my dorm-room door close. I don’t know why but I feel a shed of disappointment at the fact that he listened and actually left.

It takes my hands what feels like hours to release the tight grip that I held on to the towel. Allowing it to fall onto the floor.

“You know what-” I hear the click of the door and his voice fill my ears. I jump from my spot in the middle of the room. He doesn’t finish the sentence, instead Hardin slams the door behind him. “Fuck!” His eyes firm but glued on my body.

I quickly try to grab the towel up off the floor, but it is no use. Hardin instantly placed his foot over the soggy material. “Don’t.” He lets that one word fall from his lips as he slowly continues to decrease the distance between us.

“Hardin!” I shout. “Give-” I can’t finish my argument as I find his finger is placed over the top of my lips.

Hardin doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head. His soft hand moves from my lips and trails off to my cheek, holding me in place. My eyes locked onto his own, frozen in place. I watch as his eyes bounce from my own to my lips, seeking permission. His other hand snaked its way around and laid itself on the small of my back, pulling my naked body closer to his.

I was completely thrown off by the audacity of my body responding to his touch, bringing me to him. Everything happened in slow motion from the second we were back in my room. I knew that Hardin was trouble, everybody did. But no one actually prepares you for a moment like this. Where you are stood in front of a gorgeous guy whose whole attention you own. Did I say he was gorgeous?

I shake my head breaking the eye contact trance I was in. “Har-”

“You’re so beautiful.” He interrupts, breaking right through the barrier I was desperately trying to build. Correction, he shattered the wall to pieces and I find myself pushing my lips aggressively against his, hungry for the contact.

It takes him a second to return the haste in my actions within his own. Moving his lips to mimic the speed that I had set for him. It took no time at all for that jacket that he kept holding over me for not taking since we got back to the room to be thrown onto the floor, revealing the crisp white T-shirt underneath.

His hand wandered lower to lay slightly above my bare arse. While my hands slithered up underneath his shirt. Desperate to feel the skin underneath and to trace the ink that it held. The hand that rested on my cheek now held tightly to the back of my neck making it impossible to break the kiss, not that I wanted to.

I could stay like this forever, kissing Hardin has awoken something inside me that I didn’t even know existed. This overwhelming hunger for his contact. I tug a little on the hair on the back of his head which in response summoned a deep growl from Hardin that I didn’t think I was prepared to hear. Any sense of doubt that we should stop kissing left my mind the second I heard that sound.

“Y/N? You would not believe what you missed after-” Tristan stood in the open doorway, her mouth held open just as wide.

Fuck. I jump back from Hardin and scramble for the towel, concealing my naked form from my roommate. I look over to Hardin who didn’t look at all affected by the events in the last ten seconds.

“I can tell your busy so I will just, yeah.” Tristan steps back and shuts the door behind her.

I run into the closet and quickly throw on a set of underwear and a long-oversized shirt that came down to lie just beneath my arse. “I think it’s about time I start locking that door.” I joke as I step through the closet door.

My eyes roam the room for the handsome boy I was just making out with only to be greeted with an empty room. My shoulders fall, “I guess that’s goodbye.” I mumble, trying my best to hold myself together. Locking the door before falling onto my bed.

Part 2?

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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~ Heated ~

Warnings: Hybrid!au, bunny!fem!reader x wolf!dom!Bangchan x kitty!dom!Minho, threesome, consensual sex (YALL BE SAFE), penetrative sex (AGAIN, BE SAFE), reader goes into heat idfk?, jealousy (like a lot), nicknames (bunny, slut), sliiight dacryphilia, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, creampie.

Word Count: 2,556 words (YO CHILL)

Requested: YE thank u anon *tips fedora*

Note: YALL this is the first time ive EVER written something like this and tbh i didn’t even know wtf hybrids did so i did my research lmao and if this sounds hella uneducated it’s because i am.... i studied biology in school but... not this 😳

Also I CANT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS OF THEM TOGETHER

A bunny, a wolf and a cat in the same space was anything but calm. You knew because that’s how you lived.

“Y/n! We’re leaving” exclaimed Bangchan from the hallway. They had some sort of meeting to attend which they told you about at dinner yesterday. You ran to the hallway in order to say farewell to your two loving boyfriends, that small tail of yours wiggling in the air.

Being much smaller than they were you jumped a tiny bit to reach their lips, kissing them goodbye.

“Be safe!” you yelled out the door as you saw their figures disappear.

“We will!” they yelled back in unison before the three of you giggled.

You were hit by the cold breeze from outside as you closed the heavy front door. Already missing them you sat down on the grey couch, throwing a blanket over yourself and putting on some TV show.

Hours later you heard a distinct chatter getting closer. It was Bangchan and Minho! The door handle of the front door rustled and your ears jerked to the location from where the sound was coming from. The two boys walked into the shared apartment giggling and chatting but something wasn’t right. Your scent never deceived you and in that moment you could have sweared that the smell of another female hybrid was lurking around them. You walked up to them and hugged both the boys, not wanting to make a scene just as they entered. Minho patted you on the head and ears and as you stood closer to the duo there was no doubt in your mind that they had been around another female in her heat since the pheromones change during that time.

“Had fun?” you asked them while they took of their shoes.

“It was alright” Minho said plainly. You were confused by the lack of emotions on his face. He walked straight by you, tail just as emotionless as his face. Bangchan pecked your forehead as your eyes were still glued to Minhos figure.

“What’s with him?” you asked the bigger boy.

“I..I don’t know y/n”. His voice sounded unsure and that only added to your suspicion. The smell of a female hybrid was still hitting your nose and so without thinking you blurted out to Bangchan;

“Were you near other girls?”

He was caught off guard by your brash question. His shaking pupils and flattened ears gave you an answer which made your blood boil.

“I can smell it on you Bangchan, don’t lie” you said with a stern voice while you looked up intensely at the boy.

He was frozen in place and couldn’t form a sentence before you slammed him towards the wall. Maybe slammed is a overexaggeration, more like pushed because he was double your size.

“Ok y/n! We might have...hugged a female and then realized she was going through her heat but we didn’t mean it!” he blurted out, scared of the fact that your ears were now tight against your head.

Now you understood why Minho had run off in such a hurry. When another female was in her heat it could trigger other hybrids as well and you felt the effects right away. Not only were you aggravated but helplessly rubbing your thighs together.

You stepped aside letting Bangchan go to which he did the same thing as Minho and hurried out of your sight. You stood there dumbfounded and horny. They had caused a problem and now they were going to have to fix it. Stomping, you made your way to the room from where you heard anxious chatter which was the bedroom.

“BANGCHAN AND MINHO!” you flung the bedroom door open and the chatter died down. You were met with two pairs of freightened eyes staring at you from the bedroom floor.

“Uhm...y-y/n... are you sure that you aren’t going through your heat right now?” Minho said hesitantly not wanting to annoy you even more.

You bolted to the cat-like boy and with a handful of this t-shirt you threw him against the wall, nearly knocking down a picture frame. Yet again, ‘threw’ being an overexaggeration but what wasn’t an overexaggeration was your temper.

Minho’s breath hitched as his back hit the wall Bangchan was still glued to the floor, not moving in fear of pissing you off even more. You looked Minho dead into the eyes but you were immedietly flustered as he smirked, responding to your eye contact with his slightly yellow cat eyes. The smirk turned into a insulting laughter as he licked his lips. His shadow was cast on you which made you appear small in comparison. The catboy approached you slowly, his fluffy tail standing up and wagging from side to side. Your ears got low as you backed away from him, still looking into his yellow marbled eyes. Bangchan’s gaze moved along your movements and stopped when you were blocked by the bed and couldn’t move away any longer. You sat down on the bed making you even smaller as Minho towered over you. His soft tail brushed against your arm sending a shiver down your spine. His ears twitched once before he bent down, feeling his warm breath against your cheek as he looked you into those innocent bunny eyes.

“Good bunnies don’t act like that, isn’t that right Bangchan?”

Your eyes shifted towards the wolf-like boy that had now stood up and was getting closer to you. You clenched your thighs together as you felt bare under Minhos intense gaze.

“Look at our little bunny, feeling desperate?” Bangchan cooed as he spread your legs with his foot, leaning towards you just like Minho.

“It’s n-not fair!” you proclaimed, leaning back on your hands against the bed and gripping the bedsheets, squeezing the fabric tightly.

“What’s not fair? It’s not our fault our little bunny is such a slut and heats so easily” he purred towards you. He wasn’t wrong.

Bangchan sat down beside you, feeling the weight of the bed shift. He snaked his big hands up your thigh eventually reaching your sopping cunt. You grinded against his hand and tried to gain some sort of friction between his warm hand and your clothed pussy. Minho grinned before he crashed his lips onto yours and once again his smugness shoked you. The kiss was wet and sloppy in contrast to his teeth that were sharp. You moaned in the kiss as Bangchan had slipped his hand underneath your panties and was now feeling your wet folds.

“We’ve barely done anything bunny” he growled against your ear as his canines poked out of his mouth. You shuddered, not only from Bangchans voice but how his two digits entered into your aching cunt at the same time Minho was swirling his tongue around yours.

Bangchan took off his clothes and then yours while the kiss advanced. Minho tilted his head and cupped your face into his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You broke the kiss to catch a breath of air but before you knew it Bangchan layed you down on the bed, hovering above your naked figure. In the corner of your eye you saw Minho slowly undressing, his hardening member springing out of his underwear.

Bangchan attached his plump lips on yours that were slightly swollen from the intense kiss earlier. His hands roamed free on your body and kneaded your breasts firmly. The small whimpers that came out of your mouth only teased Bangchan more, now sucking purple marks onto your neck and boobs. Eventually he reached down to your throbbing cunt, kissing it a couple times before flattening his tongue against your folds. Moaning, you grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pressing his face nearer. His tongue worked like magic as it twirled around your enlarged clit, feeling his sharp teeth from time to time when he softly nibbled on it. His tongue jabbed at you needy hole, making wet sounds everytime he did that. The pleasure was immense which was seen by the way your legs shaked. Bangchan saw the pained expression on your face as you were struggeling to part your legs and decided to give you a helping hand by pinning you things down to the bed, slowly tracing his fingers up and down them. Just as you arched your back Minho appeared and tapped Bangchan on the shoulder as a sign to move away. Bangchan nodded and sat further down the bed, pumping his raging erection as his eyes watched how Minho’s face got closer to yours. Those vertical slits in Minho’s eyes never failed to make you scared. His soft fingertips traced downwards as he stared at you and as his fingers reached your cunt that was sucked dry moments earlier he inserted two fingers without any precautions making your ears lurch up.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him with a pleasurable expression on your face but he just smirked that teasing smirk yet again. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace that Bangchan was pumping himself. His tip was coated with a drop of precum and his girth made your mouth water. When Minho’s fingers started reaching your g-spot you tightly shut your eyes as moans spilled out of you like liquid. He kissed you on your forehead before pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty. You groaned at the loss of contact but was quickly filled up again when Bangchan alined his member with your hole before sliding into you with ease. His tail brushed again your leg as he started pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust. Minho couldn’t just sit there and jerk off, he needed to get into the action as well and so he yanked you by the hair, almost gripping your ears and rested his dick on your swollen lips. You looked up towards his cat-like face and hesitated because Bangchans was already sending you into overdrive. Minho saw the hesitation in your eyes before scoffing and saying;

“you wanted this slut”

He was right. You mouth was longing for his length. All hesitation washed away as you started sucking him off. First licking the tip before sinking down on his shaft, feeling him twitch inside your wet mouth. You were trying your best, bobbing your head up and down with speed but as Bangchan thursted into you harder and harder you couldn’t help but to occasionally let out a broken moan against Minho’s hard dick. This pissed him off. He pulled your hair, moving your face closer to abdomen as you choked on his dick.

“Suck it properly” he hummed before letting you go harshly. You coughed and moaned at the same time, all kind of sounds dribbling between your red lips.

Bangchan was close and you knew by the way his thrusts were getting more aggressive but just as a scream of pleasure was on it’s way out of you he pulled out. White ropes of cum covered your stomach and hipbone as Bangchan milked himself out of every drop, groaning and biting his lip while doing so. Minho pulled you up by your arm and harsly flipped you around on all fours. Now it was his time to have fun. His rock hard member entered your fuck out hole making you grip the sheets firmly, knuckles turning white. Even if he was smaller than Bangchan his dick sure wasn’t as it filled you up to the brim, the sensation of being stuffed coaxing a few whines from you. Minho held you by your hips and thrusted into you at an animalistic speed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Your moans sharpened Bangchan’s ears and before he knew it his limp dick was hard yet again. Your head hanged down as you tightly shut your eyes, trying not to scream whilst gripping the sheets but you felt Bangchan’s hand cup your chin, lifting it up to face him. Looking up you saw his broad figure, his member right infront of your face. The look in his eyes was endearing, being a wolf hybrid he is often misinterpreted for being evil but you knew the love he had for both you and Minho. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding two fingers across your lips. Without command you started sucking on them, earning a smirk from the wolf-like boy. Upon removing them a loud pop was heard and he instead replace them with his dick. Minho’s thrusts made you jerk forward, Bangchan’s dick hitting the back of your throat and accidentally choking you. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes but you kept looking at Bangchan through those tear stained eyes because his eyes were filled with love, reassuring you. The difference in pace and attitude almost broke you. Minho’s dick twitched inside of your cunt, his member fitting perfectly between your velvety walls while Bangchan was taking his time, gently moaning and looking at you, stroking your ears backwards as he admired how pretty you looked with his dick stuffed in your mouth with drool spilling from the corners of those petal-like lips.

Minho was going even faster, your boobs bounced with his movements and made you choke even more on Bangchan’s dick. He glared at Minho with narrowed eyes, angry that he made you uncomfortable and such a mess beneath him. Minho being the smug cat that he is didn’t care. He wanted to see you even more wrecked and so his last couple of thrusts were hard, pounding into you almost like a piston. Minho was getting more vocal, letting out groans and breathy moans. As you looked at Bangchan with a fucked out expression with his dick in your mouth Minho came inside of you. The white liquid coated your insides and make a squelching sound as Minho rode out his orgasm with small nudges into your pussy. Minho’s length was pulled out of you, his cum leaking in drops down your thighs. Bangchan’s head rolled back as his girthy dick twitched in your mouth once before his cum spewed down your throat. His canines poked out once again signaling pleasure as he patted you on the head. With a loving expression you looked him straight in those narrow eyes and swallowed, your adams apple bobbing from the action. He smiled down at you and pulled you up for a kiss as Minho’s cum was still dripping down your leg.

Bangchan pulled away from the kiss and layed down on the bed panting. Minho stepped inside the bedroom with a towel in his hand which he threw at you.

“You did well” he said shallowly before he muttered something under his breath. “Didn’t deserve it”.

Bangchan frowned towards the boy. “y/n always deserves it, shes our bunny after all” he said while wiping you down as you giggled when the touched your sensitive parts.

“Yeah but if you try to dominate me once more you won’t be able to walk” Minho said as he layed down onto the bed, pulling you closer to his slightly sweaty body.

“I-.. I won’t” you murmured but the three of you knew it was a lie.

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tangtownie · 4 years ago

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Honey (Reader Insert x Steve Rogers)

Author’s Note: So, this is completely self-indulgent, as I just spent the weekend being incredibly sick and just wanted a big, strong man to come and take care of me. Instead, I had a roommate, who only really cared when she needed to use the bathroom...

So, anyway, I wrote what I’ve been craving for someone to do for me and I just pictured Steve in all his glory as in the following gif. So please enjoy some soft, caring Steve Rogers.

Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics

Word count: 1.212

Warnings: Probably none, don’t even think I cursed in this one, and of course, the gorgeous Steve Rogers who is a warning in himself.

courtesy of @dailycaptains

It was almost completely pitch black when I awoke with a startle. I shot up, almost like a frightened cat, into a sitting position. Something was off, I just didn’t know what yet. I carefully moved Steve’s arm, so as not to wake him. Suddenly overcome with nausea, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure not to make too much noise or turn the light on until I had closed the door. A new wave of nausea hit me and I almost doubled over. I kneeled in front of the toilet and lifted the seat, just in time. The horrible burning starting at the pit of my stomach and all the way out to the tip of my tongue, until it finally stopped.

Practically heaving for breath, I rested my head on the edge of the toilet. I noticed that I had started to shake and my knees could barely carry me as I crawled towards the cabinet where I kept my hair ties. Tears were blurring my vision and I briefly noticed that I knocked over some other things while grasping for a hair tie. Finally finding one, I crawled back to the toilet. I managed to tie my hair back just before I doubled over and started throwing up again. I absolutely despised the burning that spread throughout my body and couldn’t help the sob that escaped me when it finally stopped again.

Slumping down over the toilet, I rested my forehead on my arms and let a few tears escape. “Honey?” A gentle hand on my back followed Steve’s voice. I let out a pathetic whine in response. He moved away for a few seconds before he returned with a wet cloth. “Honey, look at me.” Feeling utterly embarrassed that he had to see me like this; I fumbled around before flushing the toilet and finally lifting my head to look at him. He had his signature Dad Frown™ on when I finally met his eyes, the one that made him look both concerned and a little bothered at the same time. He gently grabbed my chin and carefully wiped it. “There we are. Already looking like a million bucks again.” His crooked smile was almost enough to distract me from how his beautiful blue eyes still shone with concern.

Never having been one for being babied, I huffed before leaning away from him. However, my entire body was still trembling and if it weren’t for Steve’s quick reflexes, I would’ve fallen onto the floor. His hand wrapped firmly around my upper arm and he shot me a stern look before manoeuvring around, so that he was sitting on the floor behind me. His strong warm chest behind me was way too inviting to resist for long and so I slumped back against him. Despite my still blurry vision, I could see Steve easily throwing the cloth into the sink from his spot behind me, before his arms wrapped around me. I let my head fall to the side to rest on his shoulder and a sigh escaped me. Whether it was of contentment or exhaustion or both seemed irrelevant to me. Steve’s right arm was wrapped snugly around me and his left hand came up to caress my cheek. The exhaustion was creeping up on me and I let my eyes fall shut. “You okay, honey?” Steve’s honeyed voiced almost distracted me from the way he carefully wiped a few stray tears away, as a whine escaped my throat, again. “I don’t know.” My voice was hoarse. He hummed in response and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “You’re freezing. Let’s take a shower.”

Once again, he manoeuvred around me, before effortlessly picking me up. “Can we brush my teeth first?” I asked, finally opening my eyes. “Sure, honey.” Steve carefully placed me on the counter next to the sink. The marble was somehow even colder than the floor had been, but I waited patiently as Steve prepared my toothbrush before handing it to me. Leaning back against the mirror, I slowly started brushing my teeth. “I’m going to get you a sweater.” Steve announced before quickly exiting the bathroom. By the time Steve returned, I had finished brushing my teeth, used mouthwash a few times and wrung out the cloth in the sink. I carefully hopped of the counter, and stumbled a little before Steve’s hands were on me again.

His hands rested on my hips, as I reached into the shower to turn it on. I didn’t bother adjusting the temperature, as I had been the last to shower before we went to sleep. He slowly peeled my t-shirt off, before he did the same to my panties. While I waited for him quickly remove his boxer briefs, I tugged my hair tie off before he took my hand and lead me into the shower. Steve pulled me into the hot spray of water and let me rest my head on his chest, as he held me. His hands carefully dipped my head back to get my hair wet, before he placed a short kiss on my lips. As the warm water continued to rain down over us, I finally stopped trembling. Steve grabbed my body lotion and started lathering me up. His strong hands gently swept up and around my legs and the cutest giggle escaped him when my butt jiggled from his groping. A small laugh left my lips at his antics.

Standing back up to his full height, he smiled brightly at me before kissing me again. Steve quickly lathered up my upper body as well, before pulling me back under the spray with him. As we salvaged the feel of the water and each other, he rested his forehead against mine. After standing there for a few minutes, Steve shut the water off. Stepping out of the shower first, I handed Steve his oversized towel before wrapping my own around me. Standing on front of the mirror and towelling off, Steve made a funny face every time our eyes met and I giggled before looking away again.

Steve briefly disappeared from the bathroom before he came back with a pair of underwear for each of us. Once we had dressed again, this time with me in his soft black sweater, we went back into the bedroom. Crawling into bed next to him always felt like a little piece of heaven, but especially after having been pampered by him. I waited, as Steve got comfortable, before leisurely curling into his side. One of his arms snaked around my waist, while the other grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg over his. Sighing contently, I reached my arm out across his chest and cuddled even closer. “Steve?” I asked carefully. “Yeah, honey?” His voice was tired, but his eyes sparkled in the darkness, as I looked at him. “Thank you.” He smiled brightly at me, before leaning down to kiss me. His soft lips pressed against mine firmly and I sighed contently, as he pulled away. Leaning my head down on his chest again, I suppressed a yawn before saying: “I love you.” Steve’s grip on me tightened briefly, before he gently said: “I love you.”

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #fluff #imagine #god i wish that was me

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thecosmicsen · 4 years ago

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🎂 happy belated birthday month to fellow ghosty boy, aka the soft boy Jaewoo is stuck to in any AU, the one and only @phantombs ! 🎂

* : ✮ ┆ the one in which they both bond with the afterlife .

call it the synchronisation of two backgrounds harmonising that cultivated this very moment of Jaewoo enthusiastically bursting through Cường’s front door. the trust that Cường has in him to provide key access speaks volumes of unfathomable confidence despite the striking contrasts between what the two deem as amicable greetings. typically, Jaewoo is akin to a sudden blast of nippy wind that tends to slap someone across the face with its sharp stinging icy breeze whereas Cường is the type to snore through category five typhoons. this indisputable fact about the elder male is what provides Jaewoo with the brazen guts to invade his home so unabashedly since he knows that nothing will stir the unconscious figure. as according to plan.

detecting the lump in the midst of the blankets, Jaewoo now enters stealth mode as he navigates his way around the bedroom. setting down the canister of helium with a slightly louder thunk, he sucks in his cheeks in horror as he tersely waits to see if it elicits a stir or two out of Cường. it doesn’t. with a smug sense of achievement, he proceeds with the first step of filling up confetti-filled balloons so he can robustly tie them in batches of three with blue ribbons. what the true finishing touch is the polaroids of the abundant pictures he has taken of Cường over the span of time they have spent together. besides the absolutely candid shots varying from Cường overlooking the speckles of freshly budded cherry blossoms to him randomly snoozing in an upright position on the park bench, the polaroids consist of vintage filtered memory snapshots ranging from . . .

one. tiny coffee puddles lingering at the bottom of almost emptied mugs. licked up cupcake crumbs. overcast cherry blossom shadows merging with the tabletop. the lining of plush armchairs overlooking the open cafe balcony. pink-tinged cheeks from the open breeze. a slumped over snoozing figure, his mouth slightly agape as he snugly fits in the width of his chair. it’s ironic really, sleeping right after a caffeine dose ? classic Cường.

two. rain-streaked panels. the lazy streaks of dusk filtering through clearing horizons. idly bustling of Cường’s back faced to him as he gently rifles through his collection of mugs. thick woolly covered socks perched up together. a low hum of a cheery tune. the cheeky grin he flashes when Cường turns around with the familiar scolding look. “ you’re going to be chilled to the bone, wrap up the blanket tighter around yourself. ” the elder male warns him and he obliges.

three. dusted piano keys. a pair of hands gliding across the ivory. the other pair patiently listening, and listening, and listening. time stands still in the air, the concept being sapped away between the gaps of the keys as Cường plays the tunes of a piece so bittersweet. reminiscing curls his lips downwards until Cường gently grabs hold of his hand and gingerly swaps it with his own. “ learn to play with me, ” he jerks Jaewoo out of his transfixed spiralling stance that threatens to plunge him into a nostalgic dimension.

four. flash. flash. flash. another piercing flash. it washes him out, bringing out the sallow side of his physical manifestation. he’s suddenly very self-conscious. all he is doing is walking along the river, breeze tickling through his hair. the only person he notices is Cường with his mobile phone pointed in his direction. “ wait, I’m not ready for a picture. ” Jaewoo protests, immediately raising his hand up into a peace sign with a chirpy grin. Cường snaps a few more before shaking his head, a fond smile taking over. “ you silly boy, does the sun ever need to prepare its shining brightness ? nor do you. ”

five. buzzing electric hums crackle. indignant yells from preteens cause a crease between Cường’s brows. blaring beeps and glowing neon signs cram up any leftover space in the arcade. they promise many bountiful rewards. get your hands dirty, you might win an oversized stuffed narwhale. Jaewoo rubs his hands gleefully, akin to a persistent fly about to dig into a tasty feast. “ I know just the thing you need on the days you sleep for fourteen hours. ” pivoting to the flashiest claw machine with Line characters packed like sardines, he eagerly hunches over with his tongue sticking out in concentration. he will win this. inserting his leftover cash in enthusiastically, he aims the metallic grip of death to the nearest stuffed bunny. taking in a noisy deep inhale to quell his adrenaline, he jabs at the pretentiously gaudy red button for the claws to suffocate the bunny to victory. it works ! he didn’t expect it to in full honesty but now he can smugly brandish it to the amused male. “ let’s call him Lele. now you will never be alone. ”

. . . a shrill whistle sounds from Jaewoo as he clambers towards Cường’s bedroom window. a hoard of worn out older dogs struggle to float up to the window’s height. but with the aid of Jaewoo’s awaiting palms, they are safely directed into the warm haven of Cường’s birthday setup. what’s left is the lighting of candles and the birthday. the ghost had considered buying a massive rectangular cake to fit the few hundred candles on it but he reckoned that Cường wouldn’t be up for using all of his lung power on blowing out that many candles so he settled for placing fifty seven instead. not a jibe to the other’s age at all.

clapping his hands together, Jaewoo motions at the expectant dogs to go huddle up against the sleeping figure in bed. beyond eagerly, they all contentedly clamber besides Cường as they are familiar with the man and his previous visits to the shelter. the wholesome sight warms his heart and he hurriedly moves to snap a picture of the cosy sight before Cường can object. by the looks of it, he still hasn’t fully stirred from his slumber yet so Jaewoo takes the cue to finally begin the slow singing of the birthday cheer.

“ happy birthday to you, happy birthday Choi Cường, happy birthday to you. ” the dogs happily grumble along to Jaewoo’s trilling voice in an unique harmonisation to celebrate the cheer of Cường entering another year of life yet again.

Cường finally arises with groggy eyes, hair sticking out in random tufts and incomprehesible noises that only those fully acquainted with deep sleep can fathom. Jaewoo approaches him with his birthday cake, eyes glazed with delight.

“ make a wish ! ” Jaewoo shoves the cake in front of him and Cường indulges him by huffing out the candles in three goes before tugging him onto the pile of puppies on the bed. “ please don’t tell me you wished for more sleep. ”

alas, Cường has already fallen back into a half-drowsy state but it’s okay. the cake can wait.

* : ✮ ┆ the one in which they both bear the weight of the crown .

huff puff. huff puff. huff puff. look at what lengths the young prince goes to. it takes a lot of cautious scrambling on the ivy-clad bricks. it surely would have been a call for an immediate plummet to death. had the prince not been thoroughly experienced with years and years of experience in exiting the castle grounds for invigorating quests for adventures, he wouldn’t have made it beyond a single ledge. as lithe as a cat, he even managed to maintain his hold on a staggering wide window ledge that showcased an approaching candlelight, presumably one of the many patrolling guards. security had greatly intensified ever since that eye-opening hectic night of ultimate meetings of meetings. the only leeway he was able to breakthrough and finally make through the fortress was through months and months of extensive study with the aid of prince Cường’s silent cues on illustrating ways on how the other may keep visiting him in his lonely desolate tower.

evidently, the legwork pays off since Jaewoo is able to navigate his way through the labyrinth of tenacious security personnel. it’s extraordinarily exciting to be going through such leaps and bounds to visit your secret werewolf best friend, son of the rival kingdom that your family swore an oath against !

entirely pleased with himself and his progress, the young prince proceeds with his voyage to the grand tower window after ensuring with a peep that the patrolling guard has moved on. he makes a quick mental note of how the fourth floor garrison seem to take around seventy five seconds for a quick sweep before moving on with his cat climb.

it must have been a nasty shock for Cường to have his grand balcony doors thumped on frantically in the dead of the night. Jaewoo can faintly make out the startled grunt followed by groggy scuffling towards the set of gold-plated doors. the sight that Cường is faced with upon opening the doors with hesitance is one straight out of the many books that he’s read with Jaewoo in their more relaxed princely hang out sessions. the moon crescent gently laminates Jaewoo’s tall and proud silhouette with its sheer pearly luminescence glimmering off the many encrusted jewels on his figure.

“ prince Cường, head of all mythical protection, the defender of deep sleep and all other his realms, you have officially lived to see and enter another blessed year ! ” Jaewoo enthuses, his eyes dancing wild in delight with his self-perceived inspirational opening. “ despite the beast inside, quite literally if I may add, you have persisted and floated through the face of adversity. a very very joyful and happy birthday to you. as my gift to you, I must insist on you going out with me on this clear mid spring evening. ”

to be expected, Cường stares at him incredulously before opening his mouth to come up with a gurgle of excuses ranging from it being too late and the best birthday gift he can give is to have the longest nap. this is all naturally dismissed by Jaewoo with a wave of hands although he switches up his tactic with pleading beseeching eyes.

“ I swear in the name of all things that I love, this will be a minimal effort journey for you, your highness. ” Jaewoo holds his hand on his chest to declare his oath. “ outside your grounds, I have brought a sled with a comfortable makeshift that I specially made for you. please please please. I shall carry you along the entire time. you only need to walk the distance to and from your bedroom to outside the grounds but even for that, I can piggyback you for when we are out of sights from your garrison. ”

Cường sighs in defeat, knowing that it takes far more energy to Jaewoo who doesn’t take no as an answer either way. the duo had been continuously going out for either one of Jaewoo’s gutsy expeditions in his quest for seeking fantastical legends or heading for a cosy hangout in his secret shed hangout. so it is a familiar cause-and-effect process that Cường has grudgingly gotten accustomed to.

soon enough, the two are bundled up warmly and exit their usual and lesser dangerous route from within the castle instead of dangling off precariously on tower walls. as they veer near the edge of the perimetres of the castle grounds, Jaewoo begins to piggyback him as promised. with Cường’s thick plush cape enveloping his body too, Jaewoo enthusiastically leaps towards the awaiting royal sled concealed underneath the moss of an oak.

“ see, I made it like almost exactly like your real bed which you love to lay in so much ! “ Jaewoo gingerly lowers down Cường after ensuring every speck of leftover moss is flicked off. almost immediately, Cường nestles himself underneath the main heavyweight blanket with his eyes flitting shut which is a sure sign that Jaewoo must have accurately devised a mobile sleeping quarters for the lethargic prince. with the toothiest grin, Jaewoo leaves his nap to him in peace before securing the sled to his armour.

as they traverse through the grounds, a route that Jaewoo deliberately scoured for its even ground to avoid jilting Cường too much, the night begins to sink in deeper. an expert in creating handheld torches, Jaewoo lights the way for himself and his drowsy reluctant companion through the sweeping grand grounds of eclipsing trees. thankfully, the destination in mind for the birthday isn’t too far off so much of the night isn’t wasted on the journey time itself.

they arrive to a clearing that opens up the dull moonlit night with a large lake in sight. there is already a boat awaiting for them ( a product of Jaewoo’s meticulous birthday planning ). the barely illuminated body of water does not do justice for the usual daytime blue-green depths as the night overcasts its murky shadow. in fact, it would have been totally understandable if Cường was to believe that Jaewoo dragged him out in the midst of the night to kill him in this open valley. ironically, the birthday boy does reflect similar sentiments as he questions Jaewoo as to why they have come here but he does thank Jaewoo for bringing him out in the open air.

“ behold my dear friend, you shall see why I brought you here. ” Jaewoo holds out a hand in plea before sticking the burning torch into the ground near the docked boat. “ I’m going to transfer you to the boat now. I made it extra comfy for you, do not fear. ” admittedly, the wooden boat does look slightly shabby from what the torch’s amber lighting shows up. yet the confines of the boat are layered thick with nothing but fleece plush-lined winter blankets and opulent feather pine-stuffed pillows directly from Jaewoo’s palace.

transferring Cường to the boat takes no more than a second, the birthday prince not weighing more than mere grapes to Jaewoo who is amped up on adrenaline. blowing the touch out, must to Cường’s skepticism, he hops into the boat eagerly before grabbing the oars to paddle them out and away from shore. the atmosphere drastically dips to an eerie cloudless night with not a source of light to be found yet Jaewoo keeps on paddling and paddling and paddling.

“ what do you bring me here for ? ” Cường questions yet again, sounding helplessly bewildered. Jaewoo swats at him.

“ ssshhh, you’ll see in a moment. don’t be too loud now ! ” Jaewoo playfully jibes despite being several pitches higher than Cường. setting the oars now with definitive decisiveness, he stops paddling as he opts to shoulder another blanket around himself. “ any moment now . . . ”

as if just to vehemently rebel against Jaewoo’s words, the pair are left in the sweeping frigid silence in the enveloping darkness. the lake is completely still. the air almost stagnant from its lifelessness. Jaewoo frets about Cường falling asleep again. before he can reach out for Cường’s arm to harshly pinch. it begins to appear.

the fireflies begin to leisurely appear. each warm glow emitting slowly one by one until it begins to reflect against the clear lake depths, stark in its crystal clear glowing luminescence. it starts off with ten good fireflies darting around until a few hundred more show up to entirely brighten up the entire body of water like one of the radiant lantern festivals celebrated in the kingdom. some begin to glimmer near the boats which causes a cascading effects of pale yellow to light up all around them. finally Jaewoo can glimpse the entirety of Cường’s face who looks utterly in awe. he gently holds a finger out, witnessing how a firefly immediately beckons to his fingertip. it warms up the features of his face significantly.

this once, Jaewoo remains serenely silent as he soaks in the magical sight of the fireflies and their endless etched out glittery reflection on the still lake’s surface. glancing back to Cường, he brings out the hidden sack of pastries so he can gingerly stuff one in his mouth.

“ happy birthday, your highness ! ”

* : ✮ ┆ the one in which they are both reliant on coffee and stacks of books .

yeah, birthday, it's your birthday. if I die, bury me inside the Louis store, they ask me what I do and who I do it for and how I come up with this shit up in the studio. all I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe !

it is six in the crisp fresh early morning. the scatter of April’s cherry blossoms softly breeze past the windows. in the far off distance, the blue buses agilely shuttle to their timely scheduled stops. what is there to greet the overambitious joggers is the bountiful stretching of the clear blue skies and its cheery sunshine companion. what a landscape of utmost urban tranquility.

skrr, skrr, wrists movin, cookin', gettin' to it cookin', I'm in the kitchen, yams everywhere !

this lyric accurately reveals where the culprit of the booming bass music is located. what should be another college boy routine of panicked last minute waking up, rolling out of bed, brushing teeth and forgetting to comb before running out of the house is not happening. it’s pulverised along with the vibrating bass that resonates through the tight budgeted walls.

ah, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh ? it's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy, huh ?

whether the actual birthday boy is begging for the chance to be greedy or the chaotic sound source in the kitchen is debatable. the April birthday boy is was soundly fast asleep in his bedroom underneath the newly gifted weighted blanket and he must be too groggy with early morning drowsiness. he groans as the bass violently shakes his bed before waiting a few moments to see if the music will miraculously switch off. perhaps this spring day will bless him with a power shut off to banish the ruckus.

I show up with a check to your work place then hand the valet the keys to the merces. tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on. what I'm seeing from the back I can't front on. they ask me what I do and who I do it for !

as fast as Cường’s lethargic feet will transport him to the kitchen despite it being a mere few steps in their apartment, it feels like eternity to him. as he languidly inches towards the kitchen, the deafening birthday song begins to ring his ears. it elicits a slight grimace out of him. his only plan is to lower the music volume to five before noiselessly dragging himself back to bed to flop down to prolong his sixteen hour nap.

however, his plans are rapidly crushed to itty bitty microscopic bits the moment he stumbles across the sight of Jaewoo haphazardly dancing along with ardent strong passionate strokes in the midst of the glammed up kitchen. stray confetti and metallic balloons litter the countertops and corners. a stack of presents line up on the island as a standout centrepiece on the counter set up for two. the warm scent of fresh souffle pancakes fill up the air and berry compote compete to overwhelm senses along with the brewing green tea. when Cường is set to open his presents after breakfast, he will come to find out that Jaewoo has purchased a drawstring hoodie pillow, an interesting choice of a pillow, another ostrich pillow for classes, an aromatherapy eye pillow, microwaveable slippers, a book light for philosophical bedtime reading, a golden ratio notebook, a poster, and a self-heating coffee mug.

“ finally, I was beginning to wonder how long it would take to bait you out of bed ! ” Jaewoo chirpily waves at the dopy figure in the middle of his twirling hands up motion, who is seemingly flabbergasted. it’s an overload of various stimuli to all take in at once at six in the morning. but to his credit, Jaewoo begins to lower the volume to a decent level that won’t burst eardrums.

“ who are those presents for ? they better be for you. I told you, you didn’t have to do anything for me. silly boy. ” Cường finally remembers how to vocalise after awakening slightly.

wiggling his finger at him, Jaewoo jubilantly shakes his head with a smug smile before grabbing hold of the other’s shoulders to steer him to sit down on the island stool. “ so you are allowed to do whatever you want for my birthday but I can’t do the same ? if you do not accept these presents then I will have no choice but to start playing Tinashe at full volume. you know how her songs get me going. ”

it appears to be that Cường receives the message so he expectantly grabs his chopsticks. with a triumphant grin, Jaewoo pours out a cup of green tea to him before pouring out a bowl of seaweed soup for him. “ eat up birthday boy, live a very long healthy prosperous life. who else will I take to astronomy club ! I need you alive ! ” with his eyes sparkling mischievously, he then whispers out one final. “ happy birthday Cường. ”

#ok so at least it is still April where you are so #hAPPY BIRTHDAY MONTH CUONG #this is super late but it's here .#this may be slightly chaotic #proceed at your own cost #there's like so many reoccurring themes no matter which au they are in JSOIFJSKPFFK #just don't judge<3 #phantombs #* : ✮ ┆ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 (𝐶𝑢𝑜𝑛𝑔).

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limjaeseven · 4 years ago

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Je Ne Sais Quoi

Je ne sais quoi: (n.) a quality that cannot be described or named easily.

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jackson ft. Namjoon (of BTS)

Word Count: 2,410

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Porn without plot, blue balls (sorry not sorry :/), anal sex, oral sex, fingering, lots of filthy kissing, sappiness, unnecessary tooth rotting fluff no one asked for, gay sex

Summary: Waking up to an empty bed was something Jaebeom just wasn't used to. He missed his boyfriend, a lot. (Insert really badly written smut here)

[a/n]: This fic was originally based off of a dream that the one and only @triheartedhero had and I just could not pass such a wonderful opportunity. Full disclosure Jackson is a sort of insert for Az in the story since I prefer to write MxM fics. Warning this is just 2.4k of pure word vomit.

For two people who had been fuck buddies for three years before starting to date, monogamy was something they just weren’t interested in. Jackson just couldn’t say no to a good fuck and Jaebeom missed sleeping with women after getting a boyfriend. Both of them were comfortable with their arrangement knowing full well that at the end they both loved and were loved by each other.

Jaebeom had spent his evening in his studio with Jinyoung, his childhood best friend and partner in crime. Being two guys growing up together in a conservative society, they had fooled around quite a bit as teenagers and became each other’s stress relievers on bad days. Jackson had let him know that he would be spending the day at Namjoon’s house and would be home by dinner time. After six gruelling hours of working on the same song and three rounds of sex on the couch in the studio, Jaebeom finally decided to call it a day.

Jackson was busy cooking dinner when Jaebeom got home after dropping Jinyoung off at his apartment. The elder wrapped his hands around his boyfriend’s waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck, making Jackson smile. They ate dinner together while discussing the music Jaebeom was working on and Jackson’s upcoming show. Jackson had scored an opening spot at a big singer’s concert, which was a huge deal for a small underground rapper. After the hearty dinner, Jaebeom and Jackson cuddled together in bed, talking nonsense till they eventually fell asleep.

The two men had originally met each other in a production course in final year of college and immediately hit it off. Jaebeom had thought that he was pretty straight other than the goofing around with Jinyoung in his late teens. Jackson turned that though on its head for Jaebeom after they hooked up at a frat party barely a week after thy first met.

They had been comfortable in denying they growing feelings for almost three years before Jaebeom grew the balls to ask Jackson out and was rewarded with a harsh slap on his arm and a ‘that only took an eternity, you idiot’. They had made in very clear in the very beginning that they would be okay with sleeping with other people so it never was an issue for either of them.

When Jaebeom woke up the next the morning he was shocked to see the bed empty. He immediately sat up and called out for his boyfriend but received no response. In the years that Jaebeom and Jackson had lived together, only twice had Jaebeom ever woken up alone, both times with long texts on his phone from his boyfriend explaining the reason for his absence but this time there was nothing. After six missed calls and two voice mails Jaebeom received a text saying ‘bit busy rn, will call later’.

Jaebeom stared at the text for a few moments, it was the shortest message Jaebeom had ever received from the man, the latter preferring to send long paragraphs regardless of how much time he had available to reply. Despite wanting to wait stubbornly in bed till his boyfriend returned, Jaebeom had to get up so as to not be late for work.

The drive to Jaebeom’s office was quiet, the man still sulking at the lack of his boyfriend’s love early in the morning. The traffic decided to mess with Jaebeom’s already sour mood and doubled his commute time on the day of an important board meeting. After hours of presentations and meaningless discussions, Jaebeom was finally free for lunch. He rushed to his office to finish up some work before heading out for lunch.

Jaebeom was busy unlocking his PC on his desk when he noticed his favourite photo missing from his desk. The ravenette wasn’t a man who enjoyed keeping personal mementos on his work desk but that one picture was his favourite. It was a photo Jaebeom had taken himself six months after they started dating.

After a night of intense fucking and mind-blowing orgasms, the two men were exhausted beyond belief. Jaebeom had dragged himself out of bed to find a towel to clean Jackson up. When he retuned from the bathroom with a damp cloth though, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of his boyfriend curled up in his bed, blankets wrapped around his lower body. Jaebeom’s cat, Nora had made her way onto the bed and had settled on Jackson’s chest. The view was so pretty that before Jaebeom knew it, he was grabbing his camera off the shelf and clicking a photo.

Jaebeom called his assistant in to ask them about the whereabouts of the photo. They told him that Minhyuk, the cleaner had come in the night before and knocked the frame over by mistake, cracking the glass. Jaebeom’s assistant had sent it to get fixed as soon as they found out. Frustrated beyond belief, Jaebeom dismissed them before slamming his head against his desk.

It felt to Jaebeom as if Jackson had been pulled out of his life for a day. The only interaction they had had all day was that one rushed text Jaebeom received. He knew it was a bit childish to miss Jackson after barely 14 hours of not seeing the man but the two of them had been connected at the hip since they met and it was just too unusual to be ghosted by the man for so long.

The day went by torturously and Jaebeom barely made it to the end. By the time he was done with work, he was throwing himself into his car as his driver drove him back to his place. Jaebeom half expected to not see Jackson at home based on the way his day had gone but the loud moan that cut through the silent apartment let Jaebeom know that he thought wrong.

Jaebeom stood outside their shared bedroom and peaked in through the half open door to see Jackson grinding against Namjoon on the bed as they made out. He carefully opened the door all the way and leaned against the doorway, eyes glued to the scene in front of him. After a few moments f standing there and watching his boyfriend and his fuck buddy kissing, Jaebeom cleared his throat, making both of them turn to him.

“Hyung!” Jackson sounded part surprised and part confused. Jaebeom was never one to interrupt Jackson when he was with someone else and neither was he one who joined in for a threesome.

“Joon, I’m sorry for this but do you mind giving Jackson and I some alone time?” Namjoon groaned as he got out of bed and pulled on his t shirt which he had discarded on the bedroom floor. Jaebeom, regretting giving Namjoon a bad case of blue balls grabbed his arm as he moved to leave the room.

“Tomorrow at 7, all three of us, I’ll fuck you just how you like it” Jaebeom placed a chaste kiss on Namjoons smiley face and patted his ass as he left to go back home.

“Is everything alright, hyung?” Jackson asked, making Jaebeom turn back to find him standing in front of him. Instead of answering the man Jaebeom just pressed his lips against Jackson and kissed him, hard. The younger immediately reciprocated the kiss, fisting at the elder’s shirt.

Jaebeom walked forward, not pulling away from Jackson’s lips and pushed him onto the bed. He pulled away for just a moment to take his shirt off before climbing on to the bed, straddling Jackson. Leaning down again, he captured his boyfriend’s lips again, making Jackson moan into the kiss.

“Are you okay, hyung?” Jackson pulling away from Jaebeom made the elder while but looking at his boyfriend’s concerned face, he gave in”

“Just missed you a lot” He pouted.

“Aww hyung, come here, let me make you feel better” Jackson urged Jaebeom on his back before straddling him, mirroring their previous position. Lightly palming Jaebeom’s erection through his slacks, Jackson slid down his legs to sit at the elders calves and bent down to press soft kisses on the mans’s stomach.

Impatient hands grabbed at the belt around Jaebeom’s waist and did quick work to discard it, along with the man’s slacks and boxers. Jaebeom hissed as the cool hair hit his erection, Jackson taking the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the elder’s cock and suckle at the tip.

The feeling of Jaebeom’s short yet strong fingers tangling themselves into Jackson’s hair spent shivers down the brunette’s spine. Pushing firmly against Jackson’s head, Jaebeom got him to take more of his cock into his mouth. The pressure made Jackson moan out, sending vibrations through Jaebeom’s cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

Having had enough of Jackson’s teasing, Jaebeom tightened hid grip in the younger’s hair and thrusted up into his mouth, making him moan uncontrollably around the elder. On the edge of his orgasm, Jaebeom pulled Jackson, earning a whimper from the brunette and pulled him up for a filthy kiss.

“Fuck me. Now” Jackson whispered.

“Needy, huh?” Jaebeom flipped them around, Jackson’s back hitting the mattress and quickly pulled the younger’s clothes off before kneeling between his spread legs. He leaned down to mouth at Jackson’s balls, causing the younger to moan out in surprise. Trailing down to his rim, Jaebeom teased the tight pucker with his tongue, pushing in lightly before pulling away completely.

“Please, hyung” Jackson’s whines spurred Jaebeom on to fuck the younger with his tongue, making his legs shake. When the brunette’s thighs tried to close, Jaebeom wrapped his hands tightly around them, holding them apart and continued to eat Jackson out.

“I’m gonna c-cum” Much to Jackson’s dismay, who was anticipating his climax, Jaebeom wrapped a hand tightly around the base of his cock and pulled away from his hole, effectively denying him his orgasm. Tears of frustration welled up in the younger’s eyes, which Jaebeom kissed away as they flowed down his cheeks.

Just when Jackson was about to beg Jaebeom to do something, two fingers pressed against his lips which he took into his mouth without hesitation. Working his tongue around the digits, Jackson wet them thoroughly before the elder pulled them away and pressed them against his rim.

The burn of two fingers entering him at once made the younger hiss, but it was quickly replaced by light moans as the ravenet added another finger and worked him open. Pressure built deep inside of Jackson, ready to snap when Jaebeom pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced it with his cock.

If Jackson thought three fingers were a tight fit, the feeling of Jaebeom’s cock penetrating him made him feel like he was about to come apart at the seams. Even though Jaebeom worked his way in slowly and carefully, the girth still hurt, but both of them knew Jackson liked it better like that.

Once all the way inside, Jaebeom held himself up over Jackson on his elbows and kissed him passionately, waiting for Jackson to adjust and the pain to subside. Growing increasingly impatient after two denied orgasms, Jackson ground his hips down onto Jaebeom’s cock which the elder took as a green signal and pulled back till only the tip of his cock was left inside Jackson before pushing back in harshly.

Setting a brutal pace from the get go. It was almost as if the tenderness was gone and replaced with nothing but pure lust but Jackson knew that Jaebeom was always making sure that he wasn’t hurting his boyfriend, even when his mind was completely clouded with need.

Moans and sounds of skin on skin filled the room, both lost in the heat of the moment. An act that usually involved a lot of dirty talk and teasing now boiled down to nothing but the intimacy. Sleeping with other people was fun, but there was a chemistry, a connection, a je ne sais quoi that they had and shared that was irreplaceable. In that moment, Jackson knew why he loved Jaebeom the way he did.

At the end of a long day of work or just hanging around, no place felt more comforting to Jackson than Jaebeom’s arms. The feeling of the elder hugging him, hands wrapped tightly around him, was the feeling of home, one that he never wanted to let go of.

Jackson didn’t know he had stared tearing up again till he felt Jaebeom stop suddenly. Looking down at the younger, Jaebeom noticed the warm smile on his lovers face as stray tears ran down his face. Perplexed at the juxtaposition of the tears with the content expression, Jaebeom brought up a hand to Jackson’s cheek, caressing his soft skin while wiping the tears away.

“Are you okay?” It was funny to Jaebeom how, in such a short period of time, the tables had turned, making it his turn to ask his boyfriend if he was doing fine. Jackson merely smiled wider and placed a chaste kiss on the elder’s lips.

“I love you” Jaebeom felt chills run down his spine at the sincerity in Jackson’s voice, as if he was speaking gospel. Instead of replying, Jaebeom buried his face in the younger’s neck as he felt himself choke up. Jaebeom had always been bad with his emotions, struggling to express his feeling all throughout his life. Jackson, on the other hand, was a simple man, who wore his heart on his sleeve, and even though Jaebeom hated to admit it, he was jealous of his boyfriend.

“Hyung, make love to me, please” It was Jaebeom’s turn to tear up as he pushed into Jackson once more and thrusted shallowly, grinding against the younger. Jaebeom sensed the signs that Jackson was close to climaxing, from the heavy breathing to the airy moans and wrapped a free hand around his cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. Jackson came without much ceremony and just watching his boyfriend orgasm was enough to push Jaebeom off the edge, cumming inside the younger.

It took a while for them to finally feel hot and sticky enough to get out of bed and grab a quick shower together. Later, as they laid in bed together, cuddling, Jaebeom urged Jackson to turn towards him and hugged him to his chest, placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too”

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Irritated 4

A/N lol opps I wrote another part I hope you all enjoy this while it lasts. Tehe (insert evil face here)

Bakugou swipes at the steamy mirror wishing his shower could have been hotter.

Hot enough to burn his skin and bring him back to reality. He tongues his cheek as he stares at his reflection. Thinking of the chopsticks, of admitting to thousands of people that he actually LOVED your shitty coffee order that he drank to spite you.

And of your soft body pressed against his as you reached for his wallet. Sure he had pinned you and you had pinned him plenty of times in real anger fueled fist fights.

But that's exactly what they were. Tension come to a head and released the only way the two of you knew how. Talking with a fist was much more honest and effective than any word uttered.

So why were you clinging to him when you came back from the bathroom, sans cup that you needed soooo badly. Why were you wearing such shifty eyes so suddenly when you were fine before? And why were you holding yourself back at the restaurant? Did the waiter dare say something to you? Look at your chest too long? If he had why did you just let it go?

But most importantly why did Bakugou care?

He gives his reflection a grimace before walking into the dimly lit bedroom. Clicking his tongue when he sees your pillow placed on the bed, he rolls his eyes at how the security guard placed it.

Lewd side up with your suit ripped in the stupidest places to reveal more.

He would rip it right down the middle, fucking the zipper up so you couldn't hide from him before deleicatly, so agonizingly slow, sliding it down those broad shoulders to reveal those fat tits.

Wait what the hell was he thinking? Explosions pop on steady fingers as he thinks of destroying the stupid thing.

But then how would he torture you with it?

He shoves it off the bed before rooting around his bag for a pair of black boxer briefs. The kind that hug his ass and thighs nicely, leaving little to imagination on his size.

Movement catches his eye from the balcony and he presses himself into the shadows as best he can. The cool, textured wall further agitates the itch in his hands to ignite. He moves towards the door as he makes out a figure sitting in one of the cheap chairs on HIS balcony.

He bares his teeth as your ill will echoes through his head.

*"I hope you get stalked."*

Was that why you were constantly looking over your shoulder?

Right now it doesn't matter. He is thankful the figure cannot see him as he approaches the glass sliding door. He flings it open, hand erupting in pops causing the figure to jump and turn with lightning speed before floating mid air.

Eyes glowing faintly as they are fixated on his shirtless body.

It takes him milliseconds to figure out it is you.

You clad in hardly anything, your belly button ring catches the light pulling him back to the here and now. Reminding him that you might be displaying your ass for the world.

And not showing your ass with your damn attitude like you normally did. He grips onto your arm tightly pulling you harshly into his chest.

You want to yell but again the faint smell of buttery sugar and spices causing the bubbling anger to stop rising.

"Baka some fans know this is our hotel." He growls, squeezing you for a moment, "The internet can see your ass when *you* post it. Not when some random beta's try taking grainy pictures of it."

You don't say anything as you sink into his touch for a moment because in those quickly ticking seconds you feel normal....safe.

"What are you doing on my balcony?" He asks darkly and you push him away, slipping past his arms and into his hotel room.

"Let's watch a movie Kaachan!" You sing song, offering the best smile you can as you avoid the topic, "Deku was already asleep."

The lie leaves your lips with ease and he does not notice. Although you do notice his slight blush and he does notice your negligence to answer his question.

You plop on the couch curling into the corner as if you nether of you were half dressed as he sits furthest from you that he can. Flipping through the channels waiting for you to whine to stop and when you don't he steals a glance at you.

You're staring at the TV but it looks more to him as if you're staring through it. Nails digging into the couch as he watches everything within a foot radius around you float centimeters above their surface.

What the fuck was bothering you so badly?

A thump at your door and voices outside startle you and the items come crashing down, your cheeks burn.

"Oi. What the fuck are they doing outside?" Bakugou snarls as he goes to stand. You grab for his wrist looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Eyes that he meets with slits before ripping his hand free.

"If we're gonna watch a movie its gonna be quiet in the fucking hall. Now you pick little one." He snarls tossing the remote onto the cushion that was between you two. You hastily grab for it muting the TV as the plastic rectagle in your hand groans from the pressure of your vice grip.

Bakugou opens the door without a second thought despite his lack of clothes. He spots a man with green eyes staring at your door until the numbers burn into his retinas.

Bakugou doesnt miss him deactivating his quirk although the man thinks he is keeping it hidden by angling his body just so. Red eyes watch pale flesh pulling back into itsself forming a solid hand once more.

"Oi, what are you doing?" His voice comes out dark and for a second the green eyed man looks a little less deranged and a little more scared.

Bakugou studies his face, committing the slope of his nose, the width of his eyes, and the small scar on his upper lip to memory and wondering if he's seen it before.

And where he had seen it before? A villain database? A B rated wanted poster?

No he clearly couldn't use his quirk well enough to keep it hidden and his quirk seemed more creepy than harmful.

Still Katsuki did not like him standing in front of your door with eyes that gleamed in the dull light of the hall. Katuki grips the door jamb, the wood whines from the force as he tries to keep himself in check.

"Are you fucking deaf? What are you doing here?"

The man blinks rapidly before offering a smile that looks off. His lips twitching as if he cannot do it properly.

"Have you seen Tejina? I want to give her this. She left it." He says as he rummages through his bag further putting Katsuki on edge. He let's the adrenaline heat his skin as sweat begins to form in his palm, waiting and willing to combust on command.

The man produces a pastel purple cup, with a relaxed Aizawa in an oversized knit sweater holding a sleepy cat. Their expressions eerily similar with MOOD in bold capitalized letters. Scalet eyes narrow, so she had bought it.

Why leave it? Was this guy there?

Bakugou snatches the cup, teeth bared as he speaks again. Who was this asshole?

"I'll give it to her. Now leave before I put you in the hospital. Got it?" Malice radiates off the ash blonde in waves as he thinks of this creep getting to close to you.

Suddenly his demeanor changes as he holds eye contact with Katsuki.

"That's not how a hero should speak." You hear the phrase from the couch causing your blood to run cold. This could be it. This could be game over for Bakugou's career like it almost was for you just a short while ago.

Explosions litter Katsuki's skin as his voice dips so low your stomach clenches with worry.

With fear.

"I don't give a fuck how a hero should speak. I just know how one should act. Now stop hovering around her fucking door before the coroner comes to haul your ass out of here."

"You talk as if she is yours." The man seemingly unphased by Bakugou's most deadly tone.

"So what if she is fucking mine?" Some how an even deadly tone slips out, more violent explosions appear on his skin as he steps into the hall. This time the man swallows thickly, eyes darting as if torn.

Torn between the love he has for you and the hatred he has for this Ground Zero who had his meat head paws sullen your angelic skin. He turns on his heel without a word as he makes his way for the stairwell.

Your heart thuds in your chest as Bakugou returns.

"Your cup." He growls, giving you a pointed look as he sets it on the coffee table.

"T..th.." You clear your throat, "Thank you Bakugou."

He watches from his end of the couch with his head in his hand before hissing out.

"The sooner you pick a movie. The sooner you can get the fuck out."

Bakugou speaks to you like this all time.

So why does it feel like he took a knife to your chest just now. As if he pushed it hilt deep, your breathing hitches. Still you nod as you flip through some channels before finding an old movie from your childhood.

One you used to watch with your grandmother. Comfort slowly fills your chest and you relax into the couch.

That is until you hear thumping, stomping feet and an obnoxious amount of noise before drunken laughing rings out.

You shake without realizing it as if you were a dog hiding in a corner, so unused to people and your master was throwing a party on the forth of July.

Your movement catches blood red eyes. Deft eyes that know that your movements are from fear, yet he still pulls the comforter off of the bed.

"Wha..what are you...?"

"You're cold dumbass." He growls, pulling you onto the cushion next to him fluffing the blanket for the two of you. He pulls it to your shoulders and tucks it this way and that so it does not move before he covers his lap. Resting his jaw onto a bored hand.

You stare, astounded as you look at this much more complicated man than you thought before his eyes dart to you out of the corner of his eye.

"Movie is that way baka." Before a mischievously cocky smirk pulls at his lips, "That is unless you cant keep your eyes off of me in all my glory."

Your cheeks flush before you HMPH as loud as and as dramatic as you can

"Fucking as if!" You hiss. Crossing your arms as you go back to the movie.

With each passing of familiar scene exhaustion begins to weigh heavy on your body.

Your eye lids especially, reminding you of how heavy your head is. You slump, uncaring of your posture as you lean your head against a sculpted but surprisingly soft shoulder.

Bakugou glares at you, quickly slowing his irritated OI! that was clawing up his throat when he sees how relaxed you look.

How *cute* you look. Tucking your feet and really snuggling into him feigning watching the movie as you fight sleep. He sighs, admitting defeat that somethings he cannot fight. Deku's words ring in his head before he bares his teeth.

*"...Shes had a long day."*

And it shows as you fall victim to sleep a lot faster than he thought you would. He leaves you for the remainder of the movie before gently scooping you up, your protest with a groan while your arms give you away. Wrapping tightly around him causing his heart to beat irraticlly, especially so when you nuzzle into his neck with a smile.

He brings you to the bed, comforter and all, lying you down gently. He figured the two of you could switch rooms or at the very least he could take the couch but there was just one little problem.

You wouldn't fucking let go. Even as strong arms pushed against yours you wouldn't budge. He is about to use lethal force until a subtle glow settles over his arms and your hands. Your eyes flutter open just a bit and when he meets them he feels as if his heart was ripped out of his chest. An odd weight settles in his stomach as he drinks you in.

Your eyes are so...so sad looking, as tears begin to well in them even in your mostly asleep state, your plump lips pulled southward in an undying frown.

"Stay." You whisper so lowly he could barely hear you. He scoffs, opening his mouth to retort and tell you that you're half asleep and must be dreaming of an ex. That is until you repeat yourself to him. Voice cracking

"Please stay Katsuki."

His heart races as his cheeks BURN. No one has ever said his name so tenderly before. Sure he has had plenty of past lovers and one nightstands but not a soul has come close to the reaction he has had to your three word sentence.

And who is he to deny a woman in need? A strong woman that is clearly having a very rare, vulnerable moment. A moment she is trusting him with. You are trusting him with.

He sucks his teeth and even half asleep you know he is going to stay. You're more reassured by his decision as he keeps one hand on your bare skin at all times as he whispers complaints, fixing the blanket you are "hogging for kami's sake" as you fade in and out. All before that strong arm wraps around you and pulls your back to his chest.

You sigh, letting sleep fully blanket you as buttery sugar and spices lulls you into a deep sleep.

My loves as per your request @casterixe @ha-tep

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flannelshirtandjeans · 5 years ago

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Here’s a bit about Norma and Grace’s twins coming to see what dialysis is like, which I don’t know what it’s like, so pardon me my inaccuracies - and Sam makes a friend! UuU Above is an illustration for something in the story.

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The kids both held Norma's hands as they followed the nurse to the light, well lit and neat dialysis room, where other people were already being treated - beds and seats lined the wall, and the dialysis machines hummed as they circulated the blood of these other people. There was a little child there in one of the beds, alone, and an old man with who might have been his wife, and a woman who looked like a rockstar and spoke softly as a whisper was pulling on her jacket and following another nurse out. The twins stuck close to Norma's sides when they entered, and looked around the room with big wide eyes, taking everything in.

"This will be your mom's station, right here," said the nurse, Maire, and led them to the bed closest to the window overlooking the inner courtyard of the hospital, where little ant-sized people walked and scurried back and forth between the buildings, or were sitting down to have a rest on one of the benches by the little fountain set up there. "A view and everything, isn't that nice?"

"Very nice," said Norma, and the kids, temporarily struck silent by the newness of the situation, just hummed in response.

"Now, if you'd let your mom take her coat off and get on the bed-- there's chairs for you right here if you want to sit down, and I see you brought some coloring with you, you can use that little bedside table if you want to, or I can bring you some old folders if that's better."

"The table is good," said Margaret, and Sam said: "She's Mommy."

"Hmm?"

"They call my wife Mom," Norma explained, shrugging off her blazer and carefully folding it over the backrest of one of the chairs by the bed. She lowered her purse onto the floor gently, squeezed her children in quick hugs, and climbed onto the bed, testing the reclining position and finding it comfortable, trying to look confident and calm. She'd done this once already, she knew what it entailed, but somehow she was still nervous, and found herself pulling the provided blankets over herself for warmth against the cool air of the room (or maybe she was just cold - nobody else seemed to mind), and comfort both. "They're very particular about it."

"Oh! I'm sorry. You are very good to tell me - Sam, was it? Making sure you I call your Mommy the right thing."

She smiled at Sam warmy, and Sam smiled back, pleased at the qualified adult praise.

"Alright, I'm gonna tell you what's happening and what I'm doing - you can ask questions if you want to; it's really not scary at all."

Maire continued talking while she set up the dialysis machine, propped up Norma's arm on a pillow on an armrest attached to the side of the bed, and inserted the needles - Norma was watching her children while all of this happened, and saw Margaret pinch her eyes shut and Sam turn a little pale and sit up straighter at the sight of that, but stubbornly looking anyway.

"Remember to breathe, baby," Norma told them, and their eyes flickered to her. "Don't want you to faint."

"Not a fan of needles?" Maire asked Sam, and Sam laughed a little, shaking their head.

"No," they said. "One time I had to have shots and I puked on Mom. It's not as bad to see it done to others though."

Maire leaned towards the twins conspiratorially and whispered from the corner of her mouth: "You know what, I agree with you there. I STILL don't like my own blood taken but here I am sticking needles into people like your Mommy every day!"

Sam laughed, and even Margaret smiled uncertainly, daring to open her eyes to peek again, and looking away until Maire said: "all done!"

"Thank you," Norma said. "And thank you for showing the children. They like to know what's happening and we like letting them see so they aren't afraid of it."

"My pleasure," Maire said with a smile. "That is very smart. All this hospital business can look and sound very scary, but this really is not as bad as it looks, right?"

The twins both shook their heads.

"Good! I'll bring you some juice boxes if you'd like. You too, Mommy."

"Thank you!" Margaret said and Sam echoed her immediately.

The nurse left and Norma settled on the bed more comfortably, letting the children take their time looking around and get acclimated to the situation. Margaret soon lost interest in the medical equipment and the room and started spreading the coloring pictures she and Sam had spent all morning drawing for themselves and their mother, and digging out her coloring pencils, but Sam was really fascinated by the big machine, and watched the blood flow through the pipes and lines, wondered at the screens, and spent a minute examining the cuffs and needles on Norma's arm.

"Do you want to color with me, Mommy?" Margaret asked.

"Not yet, sweetie, you go ahead. I'll watch."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm okay, don't worry. Just tired." It wasn't quite true - her head hurt, she felt like she couldn't quite get enough air, and she was exhausted, but she'd felt the same the entire day, and dialysis and hypertension medication and diet would hopefully eventually help. "I can help you pick colors if you want."

"Okay. This is you, Mommy, look, I put Nugget on your head. What color shirt do you wanna wear?"

"That is BEAUTIFUL, and looks just like me," Norma told her, smiling fondly at the round smiling woman on the paper. Her lips had already been drawn with her signature red. "I think light blue would be nice, don't you think?"

"Yeah!" Margaret said and immediately poured all of her pencils on the little table to find the light blue. Norma watched her select a nice one, carefully sharpen it, and start coloring, tongue sticking out of her mouth when she neared the edges - she always took great care to only color inside the lines. They both did.

"Do you also want to color, baby?" Norma asked Sam, who was sitting on their chair, looking around the room in silence.

"Yeah, in a bit," Sam said absently. "Mommy, can ANYONE get kidney failure?"

"I suppose so, baby. You shouldn't worry about it though, Sammy."

"I'm not really, I just..." They studied the other patients in the room seriously. "I guess I didn't think kids could get it too."

"It's possible," Norma said. "It's usually older people though. A lot of diseases are like that."

"Okay."

Sam watched the kid on the other side of the room thoughtfully or a moment, but then turned to leaf through the drawing to pick one to color.The children colored for a while, and eventually Norma joined in to help them because she figured that sooner or later she wouldn't have anything left to color. The kids kept chattering about their coloring, or about their days, or their plans, or about cartoons that Norma only knew through their retelling, and lost herself in the coloring for a bit.

Sam kept looking up, and eventually asked: "Mommy? Can I ask the other kid if they want to color too?"

Norma's heart welled with pride at the question and her eyes threatened to leak.

"Sure, baby. But if they don't want to, let it be. They might be very tired too."

"Okay. Thank you, Mommy--" Sam hopped down from their chair, grabbed a couple of the uncolored pages and their coloring pencils. Norma watched them walk across the room (noticing the old man and woman watching with their hands over their hearts) with their relaxed stride that was so much like Grace's.

"Hi! I'm Sam. Do you want to color with me?" Sam asked the kid, and the kid's face broke into a big smile and they nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes please! I'm Conleth!"

"I have two pictures but if you don’t like them there’s a couple more I think, or we could draw on the other side -- this one was drawn by my sister and this was made by me-"

"You draw your coloring pictures yourself?" asked Conleth, and Norma huffed a short laugh. Several people had asked them the same question, herself included.

"Yeah! That way we can make it as easy or as hard as we want!"

"That is so cool! Can I color this one that you did?"

"Sure! That's out cat, Nugget, she's opened a faucet and sitting in the sink, she's really weird. There’s soap bubbles because she knocked over the dish soap bottle. Do you want to color it together or color different pictures?"

"You have a cat? We have a dog!"

"What's your dog's name?" Sam was practically beaming; they loved talking about animals and Norma could tell that this kid had a new friend right there as far as Sam was concerned. Maybe when the girl’s parents came to pick her up they could talk and exchange contacts.

"His name is Marda and he's SO OLD! Every time I come home from the hospital he licks my face until it's ALL WET!"

And so on. Norma watched them for a while with a smile on her face, half worried that Sam would ask something inappropriate, but the children seemed to be happy talking about their pets, and coloring, and favorite colors instead of anything serious.

"Do you also want to join your sister?" she asked Margaret, but Margaret shook her head.

"I want to color with you, Mommy."

"Okay."

She was so proud of both of them. Sam for making friends and bringing joy wherever they went, and Margaret for not wanting to leave her alone - not that she would have minded, she loved seeing her kids make friends, but Margaret's wanting to stick by her side touched her heart so hard.

"You have lovely children," the old woman whispered loudly when she and her husband were leaving, and smiled.

"Thank you," Norma said. "I know."

#norma #fisher-epping twins #my writing

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skadventuretime · 6 years ago

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forever and a day

Happy New Year @starship--phoenix! I was your @noragamisecretsanta2018 Secret Santa, so here is your gift! You said soulmate and time travel aus were your jam, so given the otp, that just screamed reincarnation to me. I hope you enjoy, and had a warm and happy holiday!

She is lost in a sea of sterile white sheets.

Yato tucks in a corner of her comforter, snugs it against skin now puffy and wrinkled with age. The tightness in his throat has only gotten worse.

"Is that you, dear?" she whispers, breath whistling on each exhale.

He takes her hand and rubs gentle circles along the back of it, a hand he's held in grief and joy and the quiet moments that aren't notable at all until times like this. "Yes, it's me."

"Tell me again how we met,” she says, but is interrupted by a coughing fit that sends spasms through her body. Yato knows there is not much time, but he sets the thought aside.

He can feel Yukine’s tension from the other room where he’s keeping vigil with their Far Shore friends, face not a day over fourteen. They have all known this hour would come. No one is ready for it.

He waits for her coughing fit to pass, and then begins. “You saw me on the sidewalk when no human should have seen me...”

Yato tells the story until the very end, no matter that Hiyori’s breathing grows ragged and stills, no matter that tears obscure his vision. He’s still holding her hand and it takes Yukine, hours later, to get him to release it.

As a god, he knows this was all he could ever hope for; a human life’s worth of time in which to condense an eternity of devotion. It was never going to be enough.

Read the rest below the cut, or on AO3!

And so he spends the next two decades finding lost cats and reuniting lovers and doing all the things a former errand god turned god of fortune might do. Yukine remains by his side, and every year on the anniversary of Hiyori’s death they gather round Kofuku’s table to laugh and drink and cry to her memory.

He feels the first tug on the twenty-eighth anniversary of her death.

It’s a small thing at first, barely noticeable beneath the hafuri bond. Something more akin to a muscle twinge or a sour stomach. But as time goes on it becomes more insistent, a slow and steady pull that becomes impossible to ignore.

So one night once Yukine is asleep, Yato winks out of Tokyo and appears in the middle of a warm city where the sun has just set, boots set down on balmy pavement. The tug has a new urgency, like bloodhound who’s caught the scent.

Having come all this way for it, he follows the strange, gut-deep feeling across the usual city trappings, noting palm trees and a large, sluggish river as he bounded from building to building. The air is cloying and so, so hot; he must be somewhere tropical, or at least in summer.

He reaches a giant high rise in what looks to be the financial district. His gut is churning now, almost doubling him over in the pain of it, but it’s bittersweet, like the kind of pain you ask for.

From the feel of it, whatever he’s being led to is in this building. So up he goes, scanning the windows at each level and moving on when the pull contracts again, telling him no, no, not yet.

When he reaches the top floor, the pain vanishes. Inside is a lavish office, dark wood paneling with bright splashes of color. Two people are talking, one a stern looking man behind the desk, the other a young woman, no more than thirty, briefcase in hand and tailored suit like a sheath around her. A lawyer, perhaps. They are arguing; the woman’s gestures become more and more violent until she whirls around and begins to storm out of the room.

Past the window where he hovers, and improbably, impossibly, glances at him.

Deep brown eyes and bold cheekbones, skin black and shining like she houses the heavens themselves.

He has never met her. He could never forget her.

“Hiyori?” he whispers, and then remembers himself.

She scrubs at her eyes and he’s gone before she reopens them, hovering from a new vantage behind the stern man’s desk. A head shake or two and she’s off to the elevator, leaving Yato with a decision to make.

It was definitely Hiyori. Though her flesh may look different, the soul that burned inside was one that he had only just been getting to know, had loved for one precious human lifetime. But did that make it right for him to barge in on her a second time?

Part of him is tracking how long it would take the elevator to reach the bottom floor, where she’ll leave the building and become one of a teeming mass of city goers. It was never a decision at all. When he judges she should be walking onto the street, he teleports into the lobby to watch her go.

She moves differently, stops to talk to someone in a language he has never heard, but it’s really, truly her.

He follows before he can think.

She travels to a more modest part of town, where she enters a small and tidy apartment full of a life spent without him.

Yato wants to soak it all up, the pictures on her side table, the books on her shelf, but he knows he doesn’t have the time before she notices she’s not alone. He clears his throat.

She spins and is on him faster than a starving ayakashi. “Who are you and what do you want with me?” she says, terse but in control. His brain automatically translates the rich, rhythmic language into one he can understand, and allows him to respond in kind. Godhood has some perks.

“I wanted to see you again.” He can’t stop staring at her, drinking her in like a starving man.

She squints, and takes away her forearm from his neck. “Do I know you?”

“Yes,” Yato says, tears welling in his eyes. “You did.”

From there life becomes hectic, stressful, and so full of joy he’s fit to burst. At first Adaolisa, her name now, doesn’t believe him, but as time goes on and she meets Yukine and Kofuku and all their Far Shore friends, she does.

They spend decades together, and he gets another chance to worship the beauty of her skin and the fire of her soul.

And then, as all humans do, she dies, and it hurts more than the first time because now he has lost her twice. What a curse it is, to live forever.

But again, a few short decades later, that pull in his gut is back, and he rejoices. This time he follows it to a dingy part of a cold American city, and Yato finds Hiyori with close cropped bleached hair, slouched against a grimy alley wall with broken glass about her feet, inserting a needle into pockmarked skin.

Yato’s world begins and ends in that moment.

Hiyori’s name in this life is Paul, and he has been using for years after a rotten home life and a society that preaches meritocracy but operates more like a caste system. As in the last two lives, they come together suddenly, like a car crash, and Yato’s understanding of love expands. Her flesh is different yet again, but that determined spirit is the same, and he soon revels in the coarseness of Paul’s stubble against his lips and the assertive insistence of his affection, the night air and cigarette smoke scent of his skin. He does what he can to help her lead a better life, and gets to enjoy the company of her soul once more.

And so it goes. Yato finds her when her name is Marwa and her skin is like the desert at dusk, her voice sweeter than honey; when she’s called Pia and she bends like willow trees when she dances; when her name is Cheng and she only shaves her face once a week so he can feel the grit of her when they kiss. On and on, so many different outsides but always that same bright core, that same essence that he would recognize in any life.

Just as often, she doesn’t make it. He has held her broken body as a teenager, as an infant, body ravaged by men’s tools of war or their more insidious open palms of neglect. There are times he feels the tug too late, when she has a wife or a husband and a happy life, and he simply watches from the window, heart full to bursting; times he feels the tug too soon and must watch her, step by step, walk away from him, unable or unwilling to believe.

But each loss and each joy and each moment he has with her carves him deeper, expands the size of his heart until he understands why Bishamon has so many shinki and marvels at the gift of kindness. Is this what it is to be human? he wonders. So much feeling condensed into a few decades, a nuclear bomb squeezed into a form far too small to contain it.

The world changes around them, new troubles arise, new sorrows blossom, but always he finds her.

He could take a million human lifetimes, strung together until none are alive to believe in him or until the universe stretches so far as to disintegrate, to implode into a single speck of matter that will birth a new universe, and still never understand her the same way twice. Eternity is not long enough to know a human soul.

It is, however, long enough to keep learning. Every life they spend together augments his understanding of humanity and the fragile, defiant way they love. Yato no longer thinks of godhood as a curse; what is there to curse about loss, when it’s only ever temporary? The pain that had seized him the first handful of times she passed begins to lessen as he learns to find joy in endings, those heralds of beginnings. He begins to look forward to relearning her every time, what she’ll look like, what her mannerisms might be, how her laugh will sound; strong, deep, and rich like so many times before, or lighter, with a raucous snort, like her last one?

He lives his immortal life richly, sucking the marrow from the bones of his adopted humanity, humbled again and again at how many forms love takes, how different but ever the same it tastes on her (his, their) tongue. Not every life is easy, or happy, but such is the human way: they struggle, and fight, and cry, and when the dust settles and their needs are met, they love.

And love they do, until the heavens fall and the stars burn up, until all that ever is or was prepares to become something else entirely. In those moments before Time stills, their souls find each other and, like coming home, merge into the newness.

#noragami #yatori #noragami fanfiction #noragami secret santa 2018 #i chainsmoked the left hand of darkness and the lathe of heaven before finishing this so uh #sorry for all the existential angst #this is ur brain on uklg #madi tries words #life was nuts i'm so sorry this is at the 11th hour

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wwenhlimagines · 6 years ago

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"Don't worry baby girl, I've got you." - Finn Balor Requested by @melissashecklerstyles

One day, while you were sitting on your couch watching tv, you get a text from your boyfriend, Finn Balor. Finn - Hey babygirl, are you free tonight? I miss you, love. 😢 Y/N - I miss you too babe. What do you have in mind? 😚 Finn - I want to show you off, so dinner at (insert fancy restaurant here)? 🍾 Y/N - Perfect! 😘 Finn - I’ll pick you up at 6pm. 😁 Y/N - Can’t wait to see you in a suit 😜 Finn - You’ll be looking delicious in that dress I got you. Maybe I’ll skip dessert at the restaurant 😋 Your heart started to race as you pictured it in your mind. Finn would be so excited to take this next step in your relationship, but how would he react when you tell him you’re a virgin? Y/N - I’ve got cookies here 😁 You facepalmed as soon as you hit send. He’s trying to flirt and you’re acting completely oblivious over text. You have been texting Finn dirty thoughts while he’s on the road, especially when you watch RAW. You have been so confident over text, but in real life you’re scared out of your mind. Finn looks like he was made in a factory or something with you being able to see every delicious muscle in his body. You know that with a body like that, he’s definitely had a lot of experience in the bedroom, but you have only gone as far as over the clothes touching with anyone. Even though Finn is the sweetest boyfriend and you think he is the one, you’re scared that he might walk away when he hears about your inexperience. You think you are ready to give yourself to him, but still so scared to lose him. Trying to shake off the thoughts in your head, you watch some YouTube videos and soon your phone rings from another text message from Finn. Finn - I bet your cookie is delicious 😜 Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at that stupid little emoji. How is he so damn cute and dirty at the same time? Y/N - Maybe you’ll find out soon 🍪 “Damn it! What the fuck am I doing? He’s going to expect it now. Why can’t I resist his dirty talk? I want him so bad, but I’m such a scaredy cat.” You yelled at yourself as you pace back and forth around your living room. After a few minutes, you finally take a few deep breaths and decide to go to the gym for two reasons. 1. To distract yourself from the whole situation. 2. If he’s going to see you naked, you want to look your best. After a good workout, you come home and take a shower, taking your time to fully prepare yourself for tonight by shaving and using your favorite body wash. Getting out of the shower, you wrap a towel around you and make your way to your closet. You find the maroon velvet dress that Finn had bought you end lay it out on your bed as you search for the right bra and panty combo for it. Once everything is laid out, you return to the bathroom and play some music as you prep your hair and makeup. It’s 5:45 when you finish hair and makeup, so you dance around a bit before putting on your dress. You look in the mirror and smile at the way it fits your body. You couldn’t believe that even without seeing you naked yet, Finn somehow already knew what size and shape to get to flatter your figure the best. Soon enough, the doorbell rings and you grab your clutch with your phone, lipstick, wallet, and keys before opening the door. Finn was stood there with a single red rose and that dorky smile on his face until he saw your dress. He bit his lip as he handed you the rose and took your other hand in his to twirl you around. “You’re looking absolutely stunning baby.” You giggle and kiss him, “And you’re looking dashing babe.” He chuckles as you turn around to lock up and he escorts you to his car. “Your chariot awaits m'lady.” He opens the door for you and then climbs in himself and starts to drive. It was a 15 minute ride to the restaurant, so you talked about work and cracked a few jokes. He interlaced your fingers with his and placed them on your leg, so that at every stoplight he could pick them up and kiss your knuckles. When you arrive at the restaurant, he helps you out of the car and tells the maitre d the reservation name before you are led back to your table. You start to look at the menu when the waitress comes over to take your drink order. Finn tells her to bring out a bottle of wine and some water so you nod back and she walks off. Your waitress was gorgeous and you thought about how Finn could do so much better than you. You got so caught up in your thoughts that Finn grabbing your hand to signal your drinks arrived and to move your menu out of the way startled you. “Are you okay sweetheart?” You blush and nod, “Sorry, I just spaced out for a second.” He smiles and the waitress asks if you’re ready to order. Finn looks to you and even though you forgot to actually read the menu you nodded anyways. She turned to you first and you chose the first thing you could find on the menu before giving it back to her as Finn ordered his food. She smiled and nodded as she went to place our orders. “So what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” You blush as he now takes ahold of both of your hands with a smile on his face. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” “You’re telling me. I scored the freaking jackpot when you agreed to go out with me.” You giggle and look away slightly. “There’s that gorgeous smile that I love.” You blush and change the subject back to work. He tells you about the plans for the next couple weeks and soon enough your food arrives. You try to eat as much as you can but you are so nervous about tonight that you barely touch your plate. “Does it not taste good, because you can get something else?” “No, I guess I just had a big lunch.” Finn eyes you suspiciously but agrees to let it slide. The waitress returns and you ask if you can take the food home so she packs it up and brings the check with it. You try to reach for it so you can pay your share, but Finn beats you to it. “Don’t worry babygirl, I’ve got you.” You sigh and excuse yourself to the restroom. You do your business and then stare at yourself in the mirror trying to prepare for the night ahead of you. A girl comes out of another stall and sees you in a daze, so she asks, “Is everything okay girl?” You nod, “Yeah, just nervous.” “What are you nervous about?” You check that there are no other girls in there and then decide to tell this random stranger about your problems. “Well, my boyfriend and I probably going to take a big step in our relationship tonight, but I’m scared he will be disappointed.” She frowns a bit, “How could he be disappointed when you look like that?” You giggle, “Well, he bought this for me.” She waves her hands in the air dramatically. “Wait…so you’re telling me that he brought you to this fancy restaurant and bought you this bomb dress, and yet you’re nervous about doing it? Girl, he’s basically wifed you up already so I know he loves you even if he hasn’t said it yet.” You blush and hid your face. “I promise you sweetheart, everything will be fine and he will still love you no matter what.” “But I’ve never…done it before.” “Great! Men love to know that you have truly given yourself to them. Plus, they hate thinking about being compared to your exes.” You nod, “Okay, but I know he’s very experienced.” “That means he will be willing to take it slow and he’ll want to make sure you’re enjoying it the whole time.” You take a deep breath and take one last look in the mirror. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Thank you so much!” You give her a quick hug and she laughs, “You’re welcome sweetheart, now go get him!” You walk out of the bathroom to see Finn waiting just outside the door with your food in hand. “Is everything okay baby? You were in there a while.” You kiss him quickly and smile, “I ran into a friend and we got carried away talking. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He smiles and grabs your hand starting to walk out, “I’d wait a million years for you.” You look away as you blush to see the girl from the restroom walk out and give you 2 thumbs up. You wave goodbye to her and walk out to the car with Finn. The drive home was about the same as the drive there and when you arrived, you got out of the car, grabbed your food, and walked up to the door with Finn by your side. You unlocked the door and he let you go in first. Once you were inside, you put your leftovers in the fridge. As you shut the refrigerator door, Finn’s hands slid around your waist and he kissed your cheek. “Have you told you how beautiful you look tonight?” You lean back into him and sigh, “Maybe, but tell me more.” His lips started to trail down towards your neck, “Your hair is so soft and silky, your skin so smooth I want to kiss every inch.” He turns you around, “Your eyes are sparkling like a diamond and your lips as plush as a pillow I want to rest mine on forever.” He slowly kisses your lips as your hands rest on his chest playing the with collar of his suit as his start to roam slowly along your spine pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. You bit his lip and he groans as his hands slide down to your ass. Yours finding their way to the back of his neck as you press your chests together. Your tongues dance together as you start to walk towards your bedroom. You pull away and drag Finn behind you until you end up outside your room. He picks you up bridal style and carries you over the threshold and gently places you on the bed. He takes off his suit jacket and shoes before he lays down next to you as you smile at each other just enjoying the moment. You lean back in and catch his lips in a kiss as his hand travels down your leg and gently hooks it around his waist. He then rolls onto you and hooks the other one too. You kick off your heels and weave your fingers into his hair earning a low groan as you tug gently. Finn’s fingers brush your hair out of your face and off your body as he trails his lips down to your neck. Your fingers start to unbutton his shirt as his explore your curves slowly almost as if he is memorizing every little detail. You slide his shirt off and you run your fingers along his abs before they make contact with his pants. You unbuckle them and push them down enough so he can kick them off. He sits up and stares down at your dress but he sees worry in your face. Leaning forward, he whispers in your ear. “You’re so gorgeous baby. We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.” You shake your head, “I want to but I’m just nervous.” He rolls over so he is laying next to you. “Why are you nervous baby? It’s just me.” “I know but…it’s my first time.” His eyes widen a bit out of shock but he quickly readjust, “Are you sure you want me to be your first?” You nod, “Honestly that’s the only thing I’m sure about. I trust you and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He smiles and kisses you lightly. “Baby, my life wouldn’t be complete without you. You’re my everything sweetheart. I love you Y/N.” You blush and kiss him back, “I love you too Finn.” He smiles, “So babygirl, can I make love to you tonight?” You nod your head and he kisses you with the utmost passion. “Now, can I see what’s underneath this dress?” You nod as he pulls it up and off of your body. He smiles when he sees your matching bra and panty combo. Kisses start on your collarbone and he travels down to your cleavage. He kisses all over the top and looks at you for approval before he unclips your bra unveiling your entire top half to him. Your arms try to cover you up, but Finn pulls them away as he kisses around each breast and sucks each nipple into his mouth for just a second. You start to moan and he moves his kisses down your stomach as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties. He places open mouth kisses over your panties on your clit and entrance then pulls them down as his lips travel to your thighs. His hands lightly push your legs apart as his lips inch closer to your center. Finn’s fingers stroke up and down your slit lightly before circling your clit. Your moans pick back up as he breathes onto your clit and moves his fingers down to your opening. He kisses your clit and his tongue starts to circle it as his finger starts to push into you. You shift a bit at the new feeling but settle in as his finger slides in completely. His finger then curls up and you moan as he hits the spot. He sucks your clit when he pulls his fingers back out to add a second one. This time there is a bit of pain but it goes away fairly quick. His fingers curl again and your moans get louder and more frequent. Your fingers slide into his hair and you start to feel a pressure build up in your core. A few seconds later, you let out a real loud moan and your back arches as your legs clamp around Finn’s head. Once your orgasm dies down, Finn lifts his head and smiles seeing your post orgasm face for the first time. “That’s my new favorite facial expression of yours.” You smile as he pulls his boxers off and you try to sit up to return the favor. “Not right now baby, tonight is about you. So just lay down and relax. Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you.” The second time tonight he has said that and you know he means every word. You nod and lay down as he finds a condom and puts it on. “Okay baby, this will hurt a little, so tell me if it’s too much.” You take a deep breath as his tip starts to push inside you. Finn leans forward so that he can kiss your forehead to help you relax. He continues to push in until he has filled you up. Your face is scrunched up in pain so he kisses your temple, cheeks, nose, and jaw until he finds your lips. You kiss him back and as you relax the pain goes away. You pull away for a moment, “You can move now.” He smiles and pulls out slowly before pushing back in. His lips catch yours again and soon you are moaning into his mouth at the feeling. His hips start to thrust faster and your fingers scratch lightly down his back as you feel that same build up. You pull away from the kiss, “I’m going to cum again.” “Me too baby. Look at me so I can see your beautiful face as you cum.” You stare into each other’s eyes as your mouths hang slightly open moaning each other’s names. Eventually, your back arches again and Finn’s thrusts slow down as he releases. You kiss him again as he slowly pulls out. Your breathing starts to normalize and then you roll over to cuddle into his side. He wraps his arms around your body and kisses your head. You look up at him and smile as he stares up at the ceiling. “Thank you Finn.” He chuckles, “No, thank you Y/N. That was amazing.” You giggle, “Even though it was my first time?” He kisses you passionately, “When it’s with the one who completes you, nothing can compare to it. This was the best because it was with the woman I will love for the rest of my life.” You tear up a bit at his confession and kiss him again before fall asleep on his chest.

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elvendara · 8 years ago

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The Zen Anon here! If you like to write Jumin that much, how about he gets his date with one from werecat MCs friends, who is also a werecat?

IHave Been Waiting For This! THANK YOU ANON!!!!

And here I go self inserting again!

Jumin was led to his table at the four-starrestaurant he had picked. MC had said not to go all out, but it was all heknew. He hoped his blind date didn’t mind. He unbuttoned his suit coat as hesat. He ordered a wine bottle before the hostess left, wanting it chilling whenLillie arrived. He tried to stay calm, after all, this was not the first timehe had ever been on a date. However, this might be the first time he wanted itto work out. He was nearing thirty and knew that soon his father would begin topush him to marry and have children. It had never been something he hadparticularly wanted to do, but lately, he had been feeling more and more lonely.A kind of loneliness that Elizabeth 3rd could never combat.

Seeinghow happy Saeyoung was with MC and Saeran with Yoosung, it made him feeljealous. It had taken him a while to understand the feeling for what it was. Hehad never been jealous of anyone for anything. Sadly, love was not somethingthat could be bought, his father was proof of that. He worried that Lilliewould be just like all the other women that had tried to “catch” him, but hetrusted MC. She would never be friends with women like that.

He watchedas the hostess approached his table, a woman trailing behind. Could this beher? He stood as they stepped up to the table.

“Jumin?”she asked, her amber eyes shining. The color threw him for a second, it was soclose to the same shade as Saeyoung’s, but hers was lighter, brighter.

“Lillie?”he held his hand out, ready to shake her slender hand. She looked at his handthen, ignoring it, stepped into him and hugged him. At a loss, he awkwardlypatted her back stiffly.

She pulledaway and smiled up at him. He noticed that she was wearing short heels belowher dress pants, her toenails painted purple. He couldn’t help a small pull atthe edges of his mouth. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, butcertainly not this woman. The top of her head reached his chin. Her hair waslong and wavy, a rich dark brown with on deep purple streak in the front. Althoughshe wore dress pants, her shirt was more of a t-shirt than a blouse. Her makeupwas subtle, mostly purple eyeliner and gold tinted lipstick. Her nails werealso painted the same color purple, they were short and well groomed.

“Please.”He walked around her and pulled out her chair.

“Oh,ok.” She was surprised by the gesture, unsure how to sit while someone held herchair. It was an amusing dance of Jumin trying to push the chair in and Lillielifting off the seat at the wrong time. Finally they got it right, Jumin alittle flustered, but Lillie laughing at herself.

“I’msorry, I’ve just never had anyone push in my chair before.” She was a littleflustered. MC had shown her a picture of Jumin and told her a little about him.She could see that he was indeed a little uptight, but his eyes were full ofemotion. She had almost said no to this blind date, she had looked him up onthe internet and every article was about him being one of the most sought afterbachelors and rumors of him being gay because he was never seen with a woman.MC had assured her that he was not gay. She had also warned her that he mightbe difficult to read or reach, that she should be prepared to be patient withhim. According to MC, it would be worth it.

She’dalso warned her not to let him control the entire evening. That it was good tochallenge him at times. She smiled and wondered how he would react if she did. Heseemed so stiff.

“Whatwould you recommend?” she asked him, not bothering to open her menu.

“Thatdepends, what do you prefer? Seafood, steak, or chicken?” he was so serious. Sheset her elbows on the table, her chin on her fists and stared deeply into hisstorm grey eyes. There was a flicker of unease, then that mask fell over himagain.

She lickedher lips, not intending to be sexy, just trying to keep her mouth from gettingeven dryer. His smoldering eyes were affecting her.

Juminhowever, couldn’t keep his eyes off her mouth. Her lips were plump, her tonguepink and inviting. He had to take a deep breath and pull his eyes away fromher. He set them on the menu and noted a low sigh from Lillie. He refused tolook up.

“Steak,definitely steak today.” She finally answered. She missed his eyes on her. She satback and placed her hands on her lap.

“Inthat case, I recommend the Melanie Steak, I have had it before and it is alwayscooked to perfection.” He glanced at her briefly, then went back to reading themenu. Although he already knew what he would be ordering.

“Alright,sounds good.” Lillie’s lips curled around the edges.

………………………………

Dinnerhad gone well, the meal was sumptuous, the wine delicious, and the companydivine. Lillie loved to hear Jumin speak. His voice smooth as silk. She wonderedif he knew how sexy his low timber was. He had suggested they take a short walkafter dinner and she had agreed. She had her arm hooked around his. He seemed alittle less stiff now, a little more comfortable.

“CanI ask you something Jumin?” she asked gingerly. She knew he was not big onsharing personal information, but maybe if she started slowly.

“Ofcourse.” He nodded, gazing at her sideways.

She glancedback at his security team following them a short distance away. That wassomething to get used to. She was confident that they could not hear them.

“Whatwent through your head when MC and the twins told you who they were?” Juminlaughed, a throaty and breathy laugh. It made Lillie’s heart thump harder andfaster. What the hell?

“Ithought they had all been inhaling poisonous fumes and were delusional. But,Yoosung said it as well, so I was forced to conclude that there was something toit.”

“Youtrusted Yoosung’s word more than the others?” she asked, with a laugh.

He nodded,“Yes, you know Saeyoung, MC isn’t much better, and Saeran was still somewhat ofan enigma, I didn’t know him well enough to trust him. But Yoosung, Yoosung isnot one to play pranks like that. He is not very good at lying.”

“Andwhen you first saw them?” she prodded.

“MCwas adorable of course! All cats are. But Saeyoung was terrifying. I have neverbeen that close to anything that could tear my throat out in less than aheartbeat.” Lillie stopped and he stopped with her, turning to her withquestioning eyes.

“Youare so matter of fact.” She told him.

He lookeddown and sighed, he knew where this was headed. His lack of emotional responsewould keep her from wanting to get close to him. He hated that he felt like afailure. He had been enjoying his time with Lillie. He liked that she had astrong mind and a strong will. He liked that she was not embarrassed to askquestions when she didn’t understand something. He liked that she could laughat herself. He found that he was quickly comfortable in her presence. But ofcourse, she would not want to waste her time with a man who was too stiff, tooemotionless.

“Ican have a car take you home.” He said, his eyes on the sidewalk.

Lilliefurrowed her eyebrows, “But, I don’t want to go home yet, I’m enjoying ourwalk, and our conversation.”

Juminmet her eyes, wondering if she was joking with him, but no, she looked serious.

“Oh,I thought…” he stammered.

She smiledas she gazed at him. “I need to ask you one thing before we go on however.”

He nodded,“Certainly.” His voice was steady, but Lillie could hear a little relief buriedunder it.

“MChas told me about your love of your cat, Elizabeth 3rd yes?” sheasked.

Juminnodded. “Yes, she is very important to me.”

“Right,and, she’s told me that you enjoy spending time with her as a cat, also true?”she quirked her eyebrow.

“Yes,I do. She is a very beautiful cat.” Jumin was confused, what was she gettingat?

“Ok,well, as you know, I am a werecat too, and, well, I worry that the only reasonthat you might be interested in me is because I can turn into a cat. Jumin, Ilike you. I’m having a really nice time. I like talking to you, I like that youdon’t treat me like I’m inferior or dumber than you. I like how you havetreated me so far. But, I don’t want to be your pet. You have Elizabeth forthat, I’m looking for a partner.”

“Oh,no, of course. I guess I can see how you would think something like that. Yes,I understand that other people think I am too close to my cat. But, I wouldnever treat you like Elizabeth.” His grey eyes clouded over. “MC doesn’t feelthis way, does she? I would hate to think that she might believe the onlyreason I spend time with her is because she can turn into a cat!”

“No,no, of course not!” she reassured him, her hand on his arm. He visibly relaxed.

“Well,that is good to know.”

“I..Iwould really like to see you again Jumin.” She whispered.

“Iwould like that as well.” He smiled, placing his hands on her arms, her fleshfelt warm and pleasing. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard. Shewas looking at him with those amber eyes, a hungry look in them. Did she wishto kiss him? Or was that wishful thinking on his part? He leaned in and sherose to meet him, their lips touched and melded together.

Jumin’shead reeled, what was he doing? Standing in the middle of a public sidewalk,with a woman he had just met, kissing her. He was not thinking at all. Her lipswere so soft, parting in invitation he slipped his tongue inside and exploredevery inch. She sighed and hummed against his mouth, creating a fiery heat thattraveled through his body. his cock began to stir and he had to pull away. He hadto slow it down. He placed his forehead against hers and tried to catch hisbreath again. Her fists had grasped the front of his blazer, using him to keepher steady. She was afraid if she let go she would just fall in a heap on thesidewalk. That kiss was incredible, she could still taste his tongue and wantedmore.

Sheremembered MC’s warnings however and decided that perhaps this was a good timeto end the date. She did not want to move too fast and scare him away. shewanted to get to know him more, to learn everything about him.

“Ishould, probably go home now, before we…before…” she couldn’t end her sentence.But Jumin nodded against her. They looked at each other and Jumin grasped herhands and kissed her knuckles before motioning to one of his security guards.

“Makesure she gets home safely. I’ll walk back towards the restaurant; Driver Kimcan pick me up there.” He commanded the man. He nodded and waited for Lillie towalk ahead of him to the waiting car.

“Youhave my number Jumin, call me.” He nodded, not trusting his voice at themoment. He watched as she entered the car and drove away. His heart feltlighter, he took out his phone and hit MC’s number. He felt giddy, a feeling hehad never quite experienced before. He had to share it.

Werewolf AU

#my posts #werewolf choi twins #werecat mc #jumin #werecat lillie #mysme fanfic #Anonymous

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