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hornychristianprincess · 6 months ago

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wasted (leehan x fem reader) pt 3

paring: leehan x fem reader genre: smut, fluff, angst, fuckboy!leehan word count: 15k bc i'm a slut for this man SRFKLHSDLK summary: everything in your life is affected as your relationship with leehan progresses. warnings: explicit sex scenes, oral (male and female receiving), expressions of insecurity and self-esteem issues should you wish to read on ao3, click HERE.

At the library on a Saturday night, you, Leehan, Riwoo, and Giselle sit at the same table, studying for your approaching midterms.

��Y/N,” says Leehan. “Can you send me the pdf file you found for the English textbook?”

You nod, quickly finding the file on your phone and airdropping it to Leehan the Lion . “Just sent it.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, before returning to writing notes on his laptop.

This is about as exciting as your interactions get with Leehan when you’re among your group of friends, studying or going to the caf or finding some event on campus to go to.

It was the ultimate whiplash, then, to experience Leehan when you were alone.

Because in the month or so that’s passed since the night of the lunar eclipse, every few days you could look forward to the what are you doing? text that usually led up to some of the most satisfying, passionate sex of your life.

The friends-with-benefits arrangement the two of you were in had quickly become the center of your life. It felt like you were always in limbo as you awaited his latest text, and when you got it, it didnt’t matter what you were doing – you were always ready to surrender to him, to surrender to pleasure that was beginning to feel like the only thing that made you excited to wake up some days.

You had sex sometimes three, sometimes five times a week. Where it happened didn’t really matter to either of you — in the bathroom at a party, the confines of your dorm room, in the backseat of his car.

Everything in your life had been shrunken to make space for what was now your top priority.

And whatever negative impacts were to come of such decision-making were yet to be seen when it felt like the high you received from his attention was blinding everything else.

It was always weird to have to face him in settings like this the next day, to hear him speak to you so casually as if his face wasn’t buried between your legs less than 24 hours ago. Still, you kept up your end of this unspoken bargain to pretend as if you weren’t anything but acquaintances.

“I have midterms for every class. I’m feel like I’m gonna die of stress,” said Giselle, throwing her long brown hair over her shoulders. Giselle was one of the people who rode with Jaehyun during the lunar eclipse, and although you didn’t get much time to speak with her then, you’ve since gotten close by hanging out more.

“That’s why you need to find the right vice. Food…drugs… orgasms, ” replies Leehan playfully, quirking a teasing eyebrow in her direction. He chuckles as Giselle rolls her eyes at him, and as much as you hate yourself for it, you can’t help but notice how his eyes linger on her even as she returns to her textbook.

Occasionally, you’ll observe the fact that the sense of humor and charm that made you fall for Leehan in the first place is not something that he reserves for only you, and it makes you just the tiniest bit sad.

It’s nice to feel, even if it’s not true, like the moments you share alone in your bedroom are ones where he feels safe to show you things no one else gets to see. Like you hold the key to pieces of Leehan that no one else can access.

So in times like these where you’re presented with evidence that says otherwise, it makes you feel like there is nothing special or significant about how you and Leehan got to where you were. Perhaps it was just a case of right place right time, like he could’ve met anyone – Giselle, even – and done the same things he’s done with you.

Then again, the interaction you just observed could’ve been completely innocent and it’s you that’s overthinking it.

At the end of the day, if you were keeping score, the fact that you’re the first person with whom Leehan has offered up his body to on a regular basis feels like more than enough evidence that what you share is special.

In fact, you’re pretty sure he’s gonna fuck you after this.

You know because in the hour or so later when the library is about to close and you’re wrapping up your study session, he says, “Y/N, you live near the mail center, right? I’ll walk with you; I need to drop something off before I head home.”

It takes every bit of self control you have to not break out into a smirk – he knows exactly where you live, and it’s because you fuck there almost every time. “Sure,” you reply, in the most neutral voice you can possible muster.

“See you guys later,” you’re saying to Riwoo and Giselle as you pack up your things and head out.

It’s past midnight and almost completely dark outside by the time you and Leehan leave, save for the few street lights that illuminate the sidewalk. For no reason in particular, it’s silent between the two of you. You might’ve found such an atmosphere to be awkward if it weren’t for the fact that your dorm was only a 5 minute walk away. And, when it comes to Leehan, you can never be too presumptuous in trying to interpret his moods; being the person that he is, something you’d usually interpret as disinterest could actually mean a plethora of non-threatning things for him.

On the way there, you approach what’s essentially an alleyway, a narrow space between two dorms that is deserted and dark. You don’t think anything of it until suddenly, you’re tugged inside of it and everything in your line of sight goes dark.

And before you can ask questions or react, your senses are flooded by the feeling of Leehan’s lips pressed against yours.

It’s amazing how your body adapts to the sudden gesture before your mind does. While it takes you a moment to internally acknowledge that you’re not in danger, your skin ignites with electricity the moment his lips touch yours.

If a bystander were to observe the passionate, needy, almost desperate way he’s kissing you, they’d think that you’re someone he hasn’t seen in years, someone who he’s eager to make up lost time with.

He doesn’t stop at just dominating your mouth with his tongue. His hands, like calloused vines, wrap themselves around your body, setting fire to whatever pieces of exposed skin he can find. And when you whimper against him, he adds to the sound with a groan of his own.

But no, this isn’t a kiss of two lovers who have been separated by time, or location. Leehan is just a person who is steadfast in his commitment to doing everything in his life earnestly. And it’s one of the many reasons why you are enamored by him.

When he pulls away to look at you, you can see even in the dark the expression of relief on his face. It’s as if kissing you was an urge he has been suppressing until now, and having gotten his fix, he’s left in a state of contentment.

“What was that for?” you ask, adrenaline and arousal running through your veins in such an fiery combination that you find your voice comes out weaker than usual.

“Just had to get it out my system,” is what he says indifferently in reply, and with his lips curling into a smirk, he heads out of the alleyway and continues on the path to your dorm. You follow him, feeling like the arousal you had been suppressing the entire time you were at the library with your friends has now doubled in a way that makes your knees wobbly as you walk.

It’s silent between the two of again as you approach the building to your dorm, although now you feel confident in assuming that it had always been searing sexual tension that was keeping him from being his usual talkative, bubbly self.

It could be confusing to someone else, then, why — even as you’re locking the door to your room with him inside of it – you still aren’t all over each other in the way your earlier interactions might’ve preluded.

But it’s because you just have one more confirmation you need to make before you can truly let go of your inhibitions, and that’s the question of, “Is your roommate here?”

Your roommate, lovely girl, would usually be here in the dorm at this time. But already having a feeling what you’d be getting up to tonight, you transparently informed her through text that im so so sorry but i’m out with you know who and i could reallllyyy use some dick tonight. buy you food to make up for it? just before you left the library.

“No. She’s out studying,” you tell Leehan.

When you meet each other’s gazes, Leehan’s eyes sparkling as if he’s just been told he’s won the lottery, you can sense the exact moment when the both of you realize there’s no longer a need to wait. And so, like animals excitedly tearing up freshly-killed prey, it’s in a messy, rushed flurry of movements that you both take each other’s clothes off.

Before Leehan, you don’t think you ever experienced an attraction for someone so intense that it caused you to push furniture over in the process of trying to get to the bedroom. But with him, the sound of a glass vase breaking doesn’t feel so concerning when you’re too busy trying to make it to the bed, take off his clothes, and not break your kiss all at once.

There’s something so humorous about your shared vigor, causing you to both smile into the kisses you share, remaining playful even among such intensity.

“You’re roommate’s a lovely person, isn’t she?” he remarks as he backs you up into your bedroom doorframe, throwing the jacket you had been wearing on your rug in the process. “I’ve gotta apologize to her one day. Poor girl’s had to hear so many things.”

You hate how much his words ring true, because truthfully, tonight was one out of several rare occasions in which you’ve been given enough foresight to warn your roommate before Leehan comes over. Other times, things between you two have blossomed too spontaneously for a warning, or, your phone died while you were out together, giving you no means to let her know he was arriving.

“ Ew . Don’t talk about her like that. It’ll make me think you have a thing for her,” you reply in reference to the lovely person and poor girl attributions, and although you’re mostly joking, the insecurity from before about his interest in other women still remains present in the forefront of your mind.

And it’s not at all helped when, even jokingly, he makes remarks like, “Hey — I’d never say no to inviting someone else into our activities.”

At this point, you’re standing in nothing but a bra and panties in front of him, preparing to give your body up for his pleasure, which is why you think it’s fairly reasonable that you reach out to swat him in response to such cheekiness.

But he seizes your wrists before you can make contact, laughing at your reaction in that way that, as annoying as it is to acknowledge right now, makes him look so, so sexy. “I’m kidding, baby,” he chides apologetically. “I’d never share you. Want you too fucking badly to even think about it.”

It’s in moments like these that you can’t help but get butterflies from Leehan, especially when he leans in to kiss you languidly right after. This habit he’s taken of calling you all sorts of pet names, from princess to baby to sweet girl, is something that has made your attraction to him increase tenfold.

How could you help it, when his deep voice by itself is like a weapon specifically designed to torture you?

“Are you needy, baby?” asks Leehan teasingly, as his hand is now stuffed in your underwear, and his forehead is pressed against yours as he pushes you against the hard surface of your dresser and fingers you expertly. “Was what we did two days ago not enough? Did I not fuck you good enough?”

It’s actually because the sex from two days ago – and the day before that and the day before that and the days since you met him – was too good that you find yourself needing little stimulation to get wet at the thought of fucking him again. But of course, you don’t admit this, not needing his ego to get any larger than it is. “Shut up and fuck me.”

But Leehan doesn’t pay your cheek any mind, reacting only with a scoff as he busies himself with getting on his knees in front of you. Pressing his face against the skin of your bare stomach, he remarks, “You smell like me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Leehan is the most wayward person you’ve ever met. But you can surely count on him in moments like these to make your entire body feel like it’s on fire, knowing exactly what buttons to push and places to touch to get a rise out of you. All he does is leave chaste, delicate kisses along the skin from your sternum to your belly button, but the fact that he maintains eye contact as he does it, and the implication that he makes when he says, “And I bet you taste like heaven, too,” makes you feel like you’re experiencing something so ethereal it’s as if you’re out of your own body.

You’re looking down at him as he kisses at the spot just above your pussy, and it’s at that moment that you decide you want him too badly to wait any longer. Fingers that had once laced themselves in his hair now tug on the strands, pulling him up and off of you. “Leehan. Inside of me. Now.”

You watch as his eyes scan your face to tell if you’re being serious or not, and if you could see yourself through his gaze, you know you’d be convincingly earnest in your desire to have him. Once he confirms this for himself, he pops up from his previous position kneeling on the ground, and looks at you with his head cocked to the side in a expression of challenge. Pushing you up onto the dresser, he quirks an eyebrow to say, “Have I ever told you that I find you sexiest when you’re telling me what to do?”

At this, you smile, playing into his confession by commanding, “Kiss me,” before leaning in to meet his lips. And when his hand travels between your legs, you know it’s not to touch you, but to reach into the top drawer of your dresser where you’ve allowed him to stash some condoms. It’s with excitment that you hear him tear open the package, sliding the latex onto his hardened cock.

There’s a moment just before he lines his cock up with your slit where he pulls away from your lips, reaching a hand out to hold your jaw in place so that your eyelines are level. And when he simply just stares at you silently, allowing his eyes to graze your features with an awe-stricken expression on his face, you can’t help but look away as the intensity of his admiration becomes overwhelming.

He chuckles at your obvious shyness, hand never leaving your jaw as he continues to view you like you’re a delicate statue he’s entranced by. “Don’t you think it’s too late to be shy after everything we’ve done together?” he says jokingly, and even though you feign disagreement with a roll of your eyes, you make no effort to suppress the smile that appears on your face as you bask in his teasing of you.

“I can’t help it,” you reply, comfortably meeting his gaze now. “You’re just really fucking handsome.”

You’re sure he’s heard these words hundreds of times in hundreds of ways, and yet you can see his eyes-widening as if you’ve said something sincerely touching. Perhaps the words hit differently when heard spontaneously, genuinely, without any pretense behind them.

It’s without any warning that Leehan pushes himself inside of you. Caught off guard by the feeling of his cock entering you inch by pleasurable inch, you can only make a mental note to apologize to him later as your fingernails dig into the skin of his back. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind, too focused on leaning his forehead against yours and watching with greedy eyes as his cock enters your pussy and leaves it with a creamy sheen.

“Jesus fucking christ, Y/N,” he remarks in awe, managing the words through a shaky exhale as he moves to hook his arms underneath your thighs. He pulls your body closer to the edge of the dresser, bringing his cock even deeper inside of you. He hasn’t even started fucking you properly yet, and still you let out a series of elongated sighs and moans, wrapping your arms around his neck for a sense of comfort.

It’s when you’re completely pressed together in a skin-to-skin embrace that he finally begins to thrust inside of you at a pace that you’re used to. As clumsy and unsure as he can sometimes be, Leehan never fucks you erratically. It’s always with a controlled, focused pace that he pistons his hips into yours, knowing your body so well that you never have to tell him when to slow up or go faster.

When you first met Leehan, you couldn’t understand the concept of kissing being considered an intimate act between two lovers.

But now, as he leans in to press his mouth against yours, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, it’s with suprsing clarity that you realize why some people like to refrain from kissing entirely when they hook up with someone.

You’re at your most smitten when being passionately tongue-kissed through an unforgiving onslaught of thrusts, a part of you wishing that this sex could become a permanent fixture in your life and not just a transactional, temporary high.

It’s only when he slots a hand between your bodies to tweak at your clit that it becomes impossible for you to meet his kiss, feeling too much pleasure to hold back your open-mouthed cries. Leehan then moves to kissing your neck, and it’s some of the most sensual affection you've ever received as he allows his tongue to drag across your skin, suctioning his lips on sections of your shoulder where you’re sure he’s leaving hickies.

He goes up your body in this sequence until he reaches your ear, mumbling, “You take care of my cock so well,” as he licks at the shell of your ear and sinks his teeth onto your earlobe. “It’s why I’m never coming off of you. It’s too fucking good for me to stop.”

Transfixed by the sound of his voice, the feel of his cock, and the stimulation you receive on your clit, you can feel that it’s only a matter of time before your pleasure reaches it’s crescending point. “Leehan,” you mumble out, grabbing onto fistfuls of his long hair as if it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth. “Come with me.”

He denies this request with a click of his tongue, mumbling the words, “You first,” into your ear as his thrusts increase in impact. It’s in a sad attempt at a kiss that you press your mouth against his, feeling his intensity and passion just as the same even as you devolve into just grazing your tongue against his mouth.

Your orgasm hits you in a feeling that’s akin to a bunch of puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together at once; the combination of his cock, his closeness, and his endless circling of your clit leaves your body seizing with what is surely one of the most pleasurable feelings of your life.

And as you feel his movements becoming rapid and untethered, knowing that the feeling of your tighetning cunt will soon become too pleasurable for him to bear, it’s with satisfied foreboding that you watch him give you his last, hard thrust.

There are a least of couple minutes that pass where neither of you move, the only sounds being your successive heavy breathing as you both come down from intense highs. Leehan makes the first move by carrying you your bed, where he plops you down on your back and makes a very sexy whimpering sound as he’s forced to pull out of you.

Even once you’re separated, he still plops down on the bed to rest next to you. A forearm’s length apart, you long for him to touch you, even if just for a moment.

“Shit,” he mutters, an outburst that has you confused until you notice his eyes and their fixation with your bedside alarm clock. “I didn’t realize how late it is. I really don’t want to drive back to my apartment at this time.”

Then stay, is what you think to yourself, but these are words that you would never dare to actually vocalize.

There was truthfully one instance just a month or so prior when you suggested he might leave a bookbag in your room so he didn’t have to walk home with it in the rain. Not too soon will you forget the way a usually upbeat Leehan turned cold on you within seconds, neglecting to say more than a see you later as he almost sprinted to leave your apartment.

You’d be lying if you said his eagerness to leave after the sex is finished wasn’t at least the slightest bit dismaying.

The delusional part of you wishes he could at least pretend like he didn’t just come here to fuck you and nothing more.

It would be nice to believe that the sheer enjoyment of your company would be enough to make him want to stay afterwards.

And what’s worse is that every time, he comes up with some way to express how much he probably should stay. Like just now, how he mentioned how late it was. It frustrates you more than anything.

Because no matter how much he says he doesn’t want to leave, he always does.

And at this point, you wish he would just do it decisively instead of trying to soften the blow.

“Did you hear about the party we’re having this weekend?” you hear him ask suddenly, his body in a sitting position as he gets up to put on his clothes. “Ha. We . Well, really Jaehyun.”

Though you find it difficult to have casual conversation with him when your mind is elsewhere, you indulge him with a truthful shake of your head. “No. What’s it for?”

“Halloween. He’s asking everyone to dress up,” says Leehan, having already made it to the other side of your room. If you were in more of a spirited mood, you might laugh at how he mentions dressing up for Halloween as if it’s something that’s beneath him. “Don’t worry that he didn’t tell you. He just came up with the idea yesterday.

The fact that Jaehyun hadn’t mentioned the party to you wasn’t even a thought that occurred in your mind. You were more so concerned with the logistics of deciding to throw a party during midterms. Stressed beyond relief with your own course load, you couldn’t imagine deciding to attend anything extracurricular at this time of year.

But then, the idea of making such plans seems a lot more plausible when Leehan says, “Are you coming, pretty? I think it would be cute if we went with with matching costumes.”

It’s because of moments like these that your feelings for Leehan can be so conflicting. At the beginning of your day today, he sat around you with your other friends and acted as if you were nothing more than acquaintances. Followed you to your dorm and fucked you as sensually and passionately as a boyfriend would. Is getting dressed and preparing to leave within minutes of reaching his climax. And now, he calls you pet names in a non-sexual context and tells you he wants to wear a couple’s costume with you. Constantly affronted with gestures that are both hot and cold, you can never be too sure whether it’s you that’s delusional or him that’s sending mixed messages.

Nonetheless, you cannot help yourself from replying, “Sounds fun. I’ll be there,” even though you know you that you shouldn’t. Even though you know you have far too much on your plate academically to be going to a party on a school night. Even though you know your actions should not be so predated on his. Knowing all of this, you still find yourself not the least bit concerned, only excited, as you think about attending the party together.

“See you then, gorgeous. Have sweet, x-rated dreams about me,” is what he says as he finishes putting on his discarded clothes, standing in your bedroom doorway as he prepares to leave. His silhouette casts a shadow over your dimly lit room, covering your naked, vulnerable body.

“Shut up,” you mumble weakly as you move to throw a pillow at him, a part of you wishing that all of your interactions felt as sweet as this one did.

>you: hey i’m at the halloween store picking out costumes, what were you thinking?

Five minutes before you were planning to head out to Jaehyun’s party, you reread this text from two days ago over and over, the delivered in the corner almost taunting you. Just 13 words took you at least an half an hour to send because you couldn’t stop wondering if it was too vague or too forward or if you shouldn’t have even said anything all.

And now, as you sit on the cold bench outside of your dorm waiting for your Uber to the party, wearing a cheap angel costume, you realize now what a mistake it was to send that text.

You suppose the misunderstanding you’ve found yourself in started with your assumption – based on Leehan’s last words to you as he left your dorm just a few days ago – that you’d be shopping together to find matching costumes for Jaehyun’s party.

But when the party was inching closer and he had yet to reach out, you ventured to a PartyCity on your own. It was then that you sent the text after much internal laboring, ultimatley thinking that maybe he was busy with midterms and would be grateful that you had taken the initiative on both your behalf's to buy the costumes.

Even as you were halfway through the checkout line and still nothing from Leehan, you bought a matching devil costume for him anyway, plastic red horns to match your sparkly halo. Maybe, when he was less busy, he’d eventually reach back out, still interested in going to the party with you and grateful you saved him the trouble of picking out a costume.

In your mind, there were a billion rational possibilities for why he wasn’t responding that would still ultimately end in your original plans to attend the party and dress together.

It wasn’t until an hour before the party and still no response from Leehan that you were forced to accept you’d be going to this party yourself. A billion questions arose in your mind. Was something wrong, explaining why he had been M.I.A after making plans with you? Had he forgotten about the party entireley?

Did he just…no longer want to go with you anymore?

As you stood up to enter your approaching Uber, you try to remind yourself that the party was being thrown at Leehan’s apartment – there was no way that he was oblivious to what today was. If he hadn’t responded to your text, it didn’t necessarily have to be for malicious reasons. Maybe he just genuinely forgot, or was one of the many people who went offline during midterm season.

Either way, you were beginning to think that you were worrying too much for no reason. After all, it isn’t the end of the world that you aren’t arriving together in matching costumes.

Or, maybe it’s the couple of shots you took while getting ready finally kicking in and causing your rationality to dissipate.

Arriving at Jaehyun’s apartment, you already knew that knocking on the door would be futile; without entering, you could hear the loud sounds of bass burning through a speaker that you could guess would make any outside noise intelligible. Instead, you took your chances at twisting the doorknob, and sure enough, it was unlocked. It seemed dangerous to you, but you walked in anyway to find a cacophony of purple, green, and orange strobe lights, illuminating the sizeable crowd of people filling the space.

Decorations of cobwebs and skulls adored almost every surface, and as you walked further inside, you noticed the array of drink bowls spread out against a long table.

You observe impressively that Jaehyun went as far as hiring a DJ, a guy dressed in a vampire costume who jerks his upper body back and forth to the rhythm of the music.

It’s almost like a scene in a coming-of-age-film come to life, mountains of young adult bodies bouncing in a hypnotic fervor while drinks in red solo cups are sloshed up and down in the process.

Making your way through the crowd, you spot several of your newfound friends, plus others Jaehyun introduced you to at the lunar eclipse. You wave particularly to Riwoo, Giselle, and Sungho – dressed as an elf, cat, and fireman respectively – but really , who you’re looking for is Leehan.

In the first five minutes or so of your search, you have no luck in finding him. You do, however, run into Jaehyun, whose sleeveless jean vest with no shirt underneath immediately gives away his costume as Ken from the Barbie movie. You giggle at the realization, taken aback even more when Jaehyun drapes an arm clumsily over your shoulder, bringing you in closer.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Y/N!” he shouts, competing with the loud music, and just barely – you almost want to drag him somewhere quieter, away from the DJ booth, but the longer you look at Jaehyun, taking in his wobbly, red-faced disposition, you realize he must be drunk. Trying to force him into any extended movement in his current condition would be futile.

“Thanks. Hey, have you seen Leehan?” you ask, skipping any pleasantries. You want to get an answer from his as quickly as possible before he becomes incoherent.

To your dismay, he shakes his head no. “He’s not coming. Told me he had a study date he was going to.”

You hope the absence of light outside from the shitty strobes obscures the expression of disappointment that is surely on your face right now, or even better that Jaehyun is too drunk to remember you asking this at all tomorrow morning.

“You’re not still interested in him, are you?” asks Jaehyun, the smallest glimmer of rationality breaking through his drunken fervor as he seems to be sincere in asking. You force a smile, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible before he’s able to notice the difference.

“No, of course not,” you dismiss with a small laugh. You give Jaehyun a friendly pat on the arm before identifying where the drinks are so you can head there next. “Thanks for having me.”

Beelining for the punch table, you fill a red solo cup with a mixture of liquids from all three bowls and throw it down without investigating what you’ve just ingested. To your dismay, rather than dulling your emotions, the alcohol brings out your festering resentment. Towards Leehan, towards this entire situation.

Truthfully, with your own midterms looming and a mountain of late assignments you’ve allowed to pile up over the last few months as you prirotized sex with Leehan, it was against your every best interest to show up tonight.

You had checked your assignment-board this morning to discover that two essays worth 40% of your grade were due at 11:59 tonight.

A class you were already failing with a 60 was requiring you to submit revisions for a paper tonight, too.

And yet, you made the decision to come out tonight – promising yourself you’d make it home at a decent enough hour so that you could at least submit something – because of Leehan.

You were encouraged to wake up this morning and the morning before this morning because of your excitement at the notion of coming to this party with him by your side, wearing matching costumes and sharing drinks and hopefully spit by the end of the night, too.

If you were being completely honest, all of your days were beginning to feel like that — like the only thing you had to continuously look forward to was seeing or experiencing Leehan in some way shape or form.

Experiencing his laugh and his weird habit of bringing up the most random topics at the drop of a dime. Seeing his dimples pop out when he smiles at you and feeling like it’s the cutest thing in the world.

It’s becoming clear to you now that his absence has just as big — no, a bigger emotional impact that his presence does.

You’re angry because you know you didn’t create this excitement out of nowhere: he told you he wanted you to come to this party. You went solely because he said he was going to. If he didn’t want to come tonight, if he had plans, he could have warned you.

You’re angry at yourself for believing him.

Worst of all, you’re angry because he’s on a date and it confirms all of your biggest insecurities about you not being enough for him.

And it’s at this point that you acknowledge how woefully unequipped you were to say yes to the proposition he gave you the night of the lunar eclipse. Because if it means having to experience the profoundly soul-crushing reality of his disinterest in anything having to do with you other than quick, indulgent sex, you’d rather die a million times.

You feel your phone buzzing and reach into your bag to grab it unfeelingly. It’s a notification from Leehan. And as if you needed one more reason to feel like shit tonight, the nofication reads, Leehan questioned your message: hey i’m at the halloween store picking out costumes, what were you thinking?

You’re so tired of trying to analyze Leehan’s every action and gesture in an effort to convince yourself that maybe there’s some large reasoning behind his indifference. Instead of searching for any additional explanation behind in the question mark, you simply decide that he’s an asshole who had no intention of going out with you tonight.

And it’s with that steely acknowledgement that suddenly, you feel like you’re about to throw up all of the liquor you’ve just consumed. Taking a deep breath to stop yourself from spilling your guts right then and there, you decide it’s time to go home.

In your haste to leave the party, you don’t bother to try and yell excuse me to the 20 or so people blocking your way to the exit. You simply squeeze past who you can and push past who you can’t, not even caring to look back at those you shoulder check until you’re turned around by a pull against your forearm.

Face-to-chest with a figure you don’t immediately recognize, you body seizes up in fear, a condition that’s only slightly alleviated when you recognize the person’s voice as they exclaim in a deep voice, “ Whoa, whoa whoa . Hey, Y/N.”

It’s in slight annoyance that you look up to meet Leehan’s gaze, finding him staring down at you softly. It appears that he’s just walked into the party. In a space full of people dressed as mythical creatures, he looks out of place in his leather jacket and jeans, but also oh so attractive. His hair gathers in front of his face messily, the dark brown locks in a rare state of curliness. He doesn’t have to wear plastic horns to look devilish.

“Are you okay?” you hear him ask loudly over the sound of the music, his hand now resting on the apex of your arm. Feeling both defiant and embarrassed to tell him the true answer to his question – that no , you’re not okay because you foolishly thought you could count on him to be there for you when he said he would – you don’t answer.

And in a move that only contributes to the growing feeling that all Leehan truly cares about when it comes to you is sex, he doesn’t even allow you the time to answer, even if you wanted to. “You look pretty, angel ,” he says only seconds after his last remark, using both of his hands to smoothe down pieces of your hair messed up by your headband.

A compliment that would usually cause sparks to fly throughout your stomach now only annoys you, especially as you catch a whiff of fruity, feminine perfume on his body.

“You smell like someone else,” you tell him plainly, too drunk to hide what it is you’re thinking. And you can see that the remark and the resentful tone in which you say it takes him aback, even as he chuckles in an attempt to remain composed.

“Because I was driving for Uber, tonight, pretty,” he says, and before you have a chance to question his excuse, he continues by asking, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Why does that matter?” you retort with a scoff, convinced he’s about to try and spin this on you by suggesting your valid anger is a result of your drinking.

But then he puts on that signature smirk of his, those wretched dimples of his coming out as he leans down into your ear to say, “Because when I ask If I can take you to my room in about five minutes, I want to make sure I’m not taking advantage of you.”

Yout hate that those words and the implication of sex have you immediately aroused and pliant, even as you grapple with the feeling of being just a physical object to him.

Because as much as you dislike him right now for what he’s put you through emotionally, his renewed attention feels like the perfect solvent to your wounds.

“You wouldn’t be,” you reply softly, your voice coming out small and weak as you maintain unbroken eye contact with him.

“Yeah?” he replies almost mockingly, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek. “Why do I get the feeling that you want me to take advantage of you?”

It feels like your mind and heart are on two different accords as your face remains passive and unaffected yet what comes out of your mouth is, “Take me to your room and find out.”

It’s less a feeling of shame but more like acceptance that comes over you as you follow Leehan back into the throes of the party, his hand leading you through the crowd of people and towards his bedroom.

Deep down, you know that the excuse he gave you earlier about his whereabouts was bullshit. Never once before has Leehan mentioned driving for Uber, and even if he did, it still wouldn’t justify his complete lack of regard for the plans you made and his lack of regard for you , refusing to notify you in advance that he wouldn’t be available.

But when faced with the proposition of sex, it seems foolish to deny it so that you can… what ? Continue to stew in feelings that will just leave you feeling empty, hurt, and worthless? Question him about being on a date when you know you have no right to?

Having sex will at least guarantee you a few moments of mind-numbing bliss, even if only a temporary high. Better that than have to face the reality of your own complicated nest of delusion.

As you’re let into Leehan’s room, hearing the sound of him closing the door shut behind you, you’re hit with the sudden realization that in the three months or so you’ve known him, you’ve never been in here before.

His room has all the markers of a college boy’s sense of taste – dark colored furniture and bedsheets, posters scattered on the wall with no real order, random piles of mess occupying corners of the room.

In a space that is otherwise unremarkable, your attention is piqued by a square, rectangular tank on top of his dresser.

“You have fish ,” you remark in a tone that is both matter-a-fact and questioning, something about your drunken state making you more curious than ever about the tank and it’s inhabitants.

Throwing his jacket onto a random chair, Leehan comes up next to you and lets out a chuckle as he takes in your awe-stricken expression. “For some reason, I forgot you haven’t been in here before,” he observes, and when he watches you just continue to stand still, eyes transfixed on the fish but still remaining a few feet away from the tank, he gestures for you to follow him to it. “C’mon. Sit.”

You can’t help the way that your limbs move eagerly and excitedly towards the tank, where Leehan pulls up two extra chairs for you both to sit and view it together.

Fish of all different sizes and shapes swim around in vibrant blurs of pink, orange and beige. You watch it all in awe, not sure if it’s because you’re tipsy or simply curious, and as Leehan explains what each type of fish is called, you hang onto every word.

“...this one is called a corydoras catfish. The rest of them are shrimp,” he explains, pressing his finger up against the tank as he points out each fish and the attributes that differentiate them from one another.

In one corner of the tank, a group of fish swim frantically around each other, as if fighting.

“Usually they come right up against the tank when I sit in front of them like this. I think they’re mad because I haven’t given them any fish food.”

“Don’t you need to feed them?” you ask in genuine concern, turning to look at Leehan who only smirks.

“Are you trying to imply that I’m a negligent father, Y/N?” he retorts dramatically, his body tensing in mock offense before he relaxes and explains, “Don’t worry. They’re supposed to eat the algae on the rock. For some reason, they’re just being hesitant.”

“Maybe the algae isn’t what they want,” you chime in with a reasoning tilt to your quiet, contemplative voice.

“Just because the fish food is what they want doesn’t mean I should give it to them,” Leehan retorts simply, and maybe it’s the drunk, cynical part of you that thinks he’s making reference to your relationship. That you’re the fish who just can’t help but want something it can’t have, and he’s the sensible overseer that remains in control of what you will receive.

But if Leehan is making some sort of larger, metaphorical reference to your relationship, he surely moves on from it quickly, becoming wistful and contemplative as he says, “I’ve been raising fishes all my life. Sometimes when I’m stressed I’ll just sit in front of the tank and talk to them.”

He presses his hand flat against the tank, his lips twitching into a prideful, paternal smile. “Because I know that unlike humans, they’ll never judge me.”

You find that your eyes never stray from the side of Leehan’s face as he talks, feeling almost like you’re a purveyor to this private, intimate moment he’s having. It feels like a privilege to be able to observe Leehan in moments like this where you’re given a genuine glimpse into his inner personhood.

But you’re pushed out just as quickly as you’re let in, watching as he promptly gets up from his seat by the tank and makes his way over to the bed. You turn your body in your chair to face him, and find that he’s now staring at you lustfully, gesturing for you to join him.

And as dismaying as it is to see him abandon the brief moment of emotional vulnerability just as quickly as it began, you stand up anyway, making your way to him.

Your movements toward him are slow, shy almost, and you can tell it pleases Leehan as you stand between his legs and are brought forward by his hands pushing at your lower back. He looks up at you, communicating wordlessly with just his sensual gaze how much he wants you. Your lingering anger from before stops you from making the first move, but even so, you don’t resist when he leans in to press a soft, steady kiss against your lips. Finding something almost apologetic about the innocent gesture, you put aside all of your inhibitions and decide to deepen the kiss, leaning your body fully into his and relishing in the groans he makes against your mouth.

Passion quickly bleeds into the both of your movements until you’re kissing in a crazed, frantic manner. His hands that previously only looped your hips now wander across the expanse of your back, and with one forceful tug, your zipper comes down your dress. You’ve only just allowed the fabric to slide down your shoulders before he’s pulling the dress down himself, exposing your nipples to the cold air before covering them with his hot mouth. Tongue swirling around your hardened nubs, you nuzzle a hand in his hair and throw your head back in contentment.

It’s with a wet pop that he pulls off of you, leaning upward to lock your lips once more. But because you're both incredibly and overwhelming horny, the kiss lasts for barely a few seconds before he’s pulling away to voice his plans for your body.

“Want you to sit on my face,” he mumbles, voice gruff and deep and dripping with desire. “Wanna put that pretty pussy of yours in my mouth.”

Smirking in reply, you rest your head against his, eyes closed as you weather the currents of several shocks of arousal that travel up your body and make your legs feel like jelly. “I want that, too,” you confess, your voice sounding wispy as your body loses the strength to be assertive. “Also kinda want your dick in my mouth.”

His eyes light up at this, and with a hand on your chin that brings your face level with his, he says, “How about this: You hop on my face, and I’ll let you suck my cock. Sound good?”

Something about Leehan’s enduring leadership has the effect of making you feel intimidated, so much so that all you manage is a shy nod in response to his words, which he luckily accepts without any further prompting. You’re better at speaking with your actions, anyway, knowing that there’s a wordless understanding in the way that you kiss him hard and passionately while your hands push him onto his back.

It’s with greedy, fast-moving hands that you strip him of his clothes, desperate for the instant bliss that is his mouth against your clit, the instant satisfaction that is his cum shooting down your throat. Once you have him fully naked, the fuzzy halo headband you’ve long forgotten about the only shared item of clothing between the two of you, you begin to adjust so that you may assume the required position.

But your movements are suddenly halted when Leehan sits up suddenly, muttering the word “Wait,” as he maneuvers the both of your bodies so that you now lay on the complete opposite side of the bed.

“That’s better,” he mumbles contentedly.

“What?”

“Just don’t want the fish to see what I’m about to do to you,” he replies, an answer so baffling that all you can do is laugh in reply. Your reaction barely phases him as he moves to drag your body onto his, and just like that, his kookiness is forgotten and your focus becomes tethered to the feeling of his breath against your awaiting pussy.

He blows a few teasing, cool breaths against your dripping core, and before he has the chance to make you succumb to the pleasure of his mouth, you reach out to begin your own enjoyment of his heavy, hard cock.

His member is veiny and substantial in your hands, reddened tip dripping with beads of precum that you lick away without thought of how it will impact Leehan. You feel his body seize with a jolt of pleasure from the direct contact with his most sensitive body part.

And as if trying to get payback, he begins his assault on your pussy by sucking your clit into his warm, wet mouth.

From there, it becomes a competition of wills, a battle to see who can be least distracted by the pleasure they’re receiving in order to make the other fold, or at the very least, reach their climax.

It’s a war you feel yourself pitifully losing as your drunken fervor somehow makes every casually overwhelming sensation feel 10x more heightened. You feel yourself inching closer and closer to release with each blissful flick of his tongue against your clit.

Still, not forgetting about Leehan and his pleasure, you fight through the mental haze of your own gratification and concentrate on making slow, purposeful pumps of his cock within the ring of your hand.

Sucking Leehan off is an activity you’ve gotten more than enough experience in to know what it takes to make him come. You gather all of the moisture in your mouth and wet his shaft with your spit. You press teasing, chaste kisses on his sensitive tip. You swirl your tongue in circles and continue stroking him with your hand.

And then, when you can feel his thighs tensing as he grows tired of your teasing, you offer him relief in the form of taking him fully in your warm mouth.

Leehan’s self control is impeccable, even as you’re bobbing your head up and down his cock. He drags his tongue through your folds and finds himself at your hole, licking up the arousal there and fucking you open with his tongue. The only sign he shows of his own impending release are in the groans that he lets out against your mound. You can feel something overwhelming begining to build in your stomach, and though your body tries to squirm away from it, he holds you against his face.

You pitifully moan with his cock fully lodged in your mouth, and with a few final thrusts of his tongue, the knot in your stomach comes undone. As your orgasm overwhelms you, it’s difficult to continue moving your head.

But Leehan’s too close to let his climax slip away from him, so it’s in desperation that he begins bucking his hips into your mouth at the same time he’s licking you through your orgasm. You just relax your jaw and let out restrained whimpers as Leehan fucks your mouth, not stopping until he finishes with a groan.

“My god, Y/N,” Leehan mutters breathily, turning you both on your sides, unraveling his limbs from yours until you’re no longer skin to skin. “We should do that position more often.”

You nod lazily in agreement, and with the little strength left in your limbs, you sit up to meet Leehan in the middle of the bed for a wet kiss.

The position is slightly awkward, the two of you laying in opposite directions, twisting your bodies unnaturally, but kissing each other is a habit so addictive that even as you’re pulling away, he pulls at your hair to bring you back in for just a few seconds longer.

It’s comforting to fall back down onto the bed and feel Leehan’s fingers gently caressing the skin of your ankle. In your sleepy, post-orgasm haze, you’re filled with a sudden surge of contement in regards to your decision to come here tonight.

You feel the fabric of a blanket kissing the sides of your body, and when you look over to find Leehan getting comfy in bed, it’s with satisfaction that you begin to do the same.

But then, the blanket you were just about to pull onto your body is snatched off of your skin, and when you look over at Leehan, you see him tucking himself in with a sleepy, content smile on his face. It’s just as you’re sitting up that he flutters his eyes closed, and with a sleepy tilt to his voice he says, “Hey, if you see Jaehyun on your way out, can you ask him to call me? I wanna know what time he plans on ending this.”

There’s a second after those words hit your ears where you’re not sure if you misheard him, slow to move from where you are in his bed. But as the implications of the statement hit you horrifically and all at once, it’s with a heavy feeling of shame weighing down your body that you reply, “Sure,” going to gather your discarded things from the floor.

The humiliating act of putting on your clothes after being dismissed so casually is almost instantaneously sobering. You catch a view of yourself in the display of your phone and notice that your plastic halo headband has been bent 90 degrees, likely from how rough you were. Your hair is strewn in every direction. Your mascara is smeared and ruined, running down your cheeks in squiggly, broken lines.

You’re a mess. He made you a mess for the sake of his pleasure. And instead of cleaning you up, Leehan has essentially just kicked you out onto the street.

Only Leehan could cause such a dramatic shift between feeling like you were safe and desired to feeling like you’re just a worthless speck of nothing attached to the bottom of his shoe.

It’s just as you’re about to open the door to leave that you hear him call your name, and with your back turned to him, a hopeful part of you thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’ll say he changed his mind and wants you to stay.

But instead, as if to turn the knife in more, when you turn around, you find him staring boredly at his phone.

Instead of regret on his face, you see neutrality.

And instead of asking you to stay, he just says, “Thanks so much by the way. For the sex and the favor.”

It’s with a forced, robotic sense of calmness that you’re replying. “No problem, Leehan.”

And then you leave his room, never feeling so profoundly insignificant than you do in this moment.

There’s nothing quite worse than waking up with a terrible hangover, a panging feeling of emotional emptiness, and then having to send a string of desperate emails to your professors asking for deadline extensions. But that’s exactly what you do in the aftermath of the Halloween party, and by the grace of all things holy, you’re granted an extra few days to get your assignments in.

So grateful for the chance to resuscitate your failing GPA, you focus your efforts on finishing your assignments and almost forget about the cause of such misfortune, until you’re reminded when your phone suddenly buzzes with a text.

>leehan: what are you doing?

Messages of this sort usually have the effect of leaving you excited and giddy in anticipation of Leehan’s inevitable arrival to your doorstep. But now, all you feel is annoyance as you read the text and plague yourself over what to say.

You type and delete several versions of a response that ultimately boils down to i’m too busy trying not to fail all of my classes which i wouldn’t be failing if it weren’t for all of the time i spend either thinking about you or fucking you , but in the end, you resolutely decide not to respond at all.

In fact, in a move surely colored by the resentment you’ve allowed to grow for far too long now, you turn on read receipts so he knows you chose to disregard him on purpose.

You then continue typing away at one of the three essays that are past due, hoping you can forget about Leehan and return to the focus you had before receiving the message and being reminded of the past week’s events. You’re pleased when you look up after a few moments to see that an hour has passed and your attention hasn’t lingered.

Just as you open a new tab to begin the reading for your second essay, the indistinguishable sound of a knock at your door stirs your attention otherwise.

You look around your shared dorm space. Your roommate went home for break already and hasn’t been here for the past few days. Assuming she communicated that to her friends, you know whoever’s on the other side of the door shouldn’t be for her.

It could be an RA, though you couldn’t imagine why.

Deciding to confront your curiosity head on, you get up to open the door and feel your eyes widen when it’s Leehan leaning against the doorframe.

Dressed comfortably in a hoodie and cargo pants, he looks up to greet you, smirking at the sight of your looming silhouette. “Hello,” he says casually, as if his sudden appearance was known to you before now.

There’s a strange mixture of excitement and dread that swirls inside of you the moment you see him. Because on one hand, just a look from him is something that gives you uncontrollable butterflies. You truly do like being around Leehan. But you feel like you have no control over the fact that you will let him in, even though you have every reason not to.

He’ll fuck you, give you some of the best pleasure of your life, and will leave right afterwards, making you feel shitty.

You’ll exerience the greatest high followed by the greatest low.

And already in anticipation of how terrible you’ll feel in the aftermath of this inevitable scenario, it’s as if you’re body is already making space for the knife that will surely tear through your heart when this ends.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, though you already have a strong feeling what the answer will be.

He’ll play coy, changing the subject by asking another question in response to your question.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” he says next, even though you both know the true reason why he’s come.

And because you like to feel like you have even the smallest semblance of control over the situation, you don’t give in to him easily, making a face of mock contemplation before replying, “Not if you don’t answer the question first.”

“Did you know that peppermint dwarf angelfish require a very specific type of fish food?” he asks, and because you’re so used to these divertive, weird diatribes he’s always so inclined to go on, all you can do is try and follow along. “I had to come all the way up here to find the only shop in Korea that sells it. And while I was already up here, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by your dorm and say hi.”

You tilt your head as you stare at him, considering bitterly whether he could be telling the truth or not.

But of course, his serious expression quickly melts into a smirk as he explains himself. “I’m kidding, Y/N. Not about the fishes, but about why I’m here. I wanted to see you, so I came.”

There’s something that’s really disgustingly cocky and self-centered about him just showing up to your door without warning with the unsaid though obvious expectation of sex.

And yet, would he be wrong to have that expectation, when so many times before you’ve let him for that exact purpose?

He must be able to see the conflicting thoughts you’re having reflected on your expression, because from behind his back, he reveals a bouquet of flowers. You don’t know how you didn’t notice he was holding them until now, a colorful array of peonies and roses with, upon further inspection, a bunch of cardboard fishes placed among the petals.

You can’t help but smile as you take them from him.

“I brought flowers?” he says, his voice titled in an expression of this being an olive branch, his way of expressing apology, though for what you don’t know. For showing up here unannounced? For putting you through so much obvious emotional turmoil? You’re not sure.

There is something at least a little romantic about him boldly showing up at your doorstep instead of waiting for you to respond to his text. Though, through another, more cynical lens, you could also call it kind of creepy. Should you go with the latter interpretation, you know you would be sending the worse kind of message by letting him in anyway. You’d essentially be confirming to him that this relationship is on his terms, that he can show up to your place whenever he wants to get his dick wet, regardless of if you’re busy like you are now.

But isn’t that what this has always been between the two of you? Once again, you feel helpless in the face of the unbounding energy his presence causes. You can only watch the rest of the nights events play out like a bad movie you’ve seen far too many times, like you’re a witness from outside your own body and life.

You walk away from Leehan, leaving your door open so he knows he can come in. You place the flowers neatly on the table next to the entrance. It’s when you face the kitchenette of your dorm that you realize just how cluttered the place is; too stressed about your schoolwork, you haven’t put any thought into keeping it clean.

“Sorry,” you mutter sheepishly under your breath as you hear Leehan come in and close the door behind him. “It’s kind of a mess in here.”

He chuckles, as if to agree without having to say it plainly and hurt your feelings. You turn to face him and find that he’s already looking at you, a penetrating expression on his face as he asks, “Are you okay?”

You’ve never found that question as hard to answer as it is right now, especially when it’s his voice doing the questioning.

Should you say that you’re on the verge of failing all of your classes, a circumstance you’ve never once had to worry about until he came into your life, causing a whirwhild of uncontainable emotions to take over your life?

That you’ve been questioning everything when it comes to your own self-esteem and worthiness because it feels like you’re nothing if you’re not validated by the fleeting yet addicting warmth of his gaze and attention?

In the time that it takes you to think, you realize that Leehan has come closer, his body in front of you so that now you can’t escape from the kitchen counter against your back that blocks you in completely. Dazed by the proximity of him, you forget what you were asked, and are grateful when he doesn’t press you for an answer. It’s better for both of you if you don’t respond, anyway, because your honesty would surely kill the mood.

“You know what might make you feel better?” he asks, and you fight back a cynical giggle at the fact that he doesn’t even have to hear you say it to know that you need to be made better. “Fucking the shit out of me.”

As always, his moments of sudden candor simultaneously make you laugh and cringe because of how ill-fitting they are to the persona he occupies in your mind. You’ve always liked how awkward and strange Leehan is, which is why his fuckboy tendencies have always landed uneasily for you.

It becomes too easy, then, to tease him by pretending you didn’t hear his outward expression of desire. “I don’t like the way you look at people,” you say, trying your hand at his usual divertive tactics. “It’s like you can see through them.”

You can always appreciate how even when you sidestep his advances, Leehan always plays into your banter, never pressuring you into action. “It’s because I can. BOO!” he exclaims, mouth open in an o shape as he childishly expresses fright. You muster a laugh at his playfulness.

After that, you’re both silent, and you know it’s because you’re both tired of playing games. You’re at the point now where it becomes obvious in both of your piercing gazes that you want to fuck, and now it’s just about who will make the move first.

Suddenly conscious of Leehan’s long hair and how it hangs over the sides of his face, you reach your arms up to take pieces of it into your hands. There’s a rubber band on your wrist that you use to try and put it in a ponytail so you can see his features better, but before you can finish, he takes the opportunity of your increased closness to kiss you.

The intensity of his kiss knocks the air out of your lungs, and you let go of his hair before you can finish tying it up. Because of your close proximity, it falls over the sides of your own face, obscuring the rest of the world from you so that it’s just him in your vision.

His hands rest on the apex of your hips, and he pushes you slightly so that you’re completely backed up against the kitchen counter. You’d thought you’d feel more urgent, but your movements are leisurely as you bring your hands to his hoodie and begin to pull at the buttons holding it together. As the fabric begins to sag off his arms, he starts kissing at your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to accommodate him.

Once his shirt has fallen to the ground, you then work to release his cock from the confines of his pants, pushing at the thankfully loose waistband until it springs out against his naked stomach. You jerk him slowly and leisurely but it causes him to groan into your mouth just the same, and soon he’s moving to unbutton your own t-shirt until you’re both naked from the waist up.

“Leehan,” you whimper, as he cups your tits with both hands, “Bed.”

“Which one? I take it your roommate’s is empty?” he replies jokingly, and when you stare at him scathingly, he chuckles. “I’m kidding. Don’t look at me like that or I’ll come in my pants.”

You have no chance to scold Leehan for his teasing any further before he’s picking you up off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist and hands around his neck as he walks habitually to your bedroom. He’s still on top of you even as you feel yourself being lowered onto your bed, mouth on yours in a sloppy kiss while his hands rush to get your pants off. He sits up to kick his own off, and now the two of you are left completely naked.

This would usually be the point where the two of you would become like animals and rush to fuck as soon as possible. But while standing above your body, you watch as Leehan just stares at your still figure on the bed, taking in every detail with his penetrative, admiring eyes.

“I find you so beautiful,” he softly confesses, caressing the skin on your hip before looking up to meet your shy gaze. “Do you know that?”

It’s unclear whether he’s asking if you know that you’re beautiful, or if you know that he finds you beautiful. Either way, it’s in a moment of sincere honesty that you reply, “Only sometimes.”

Because there are days when you look in the mirror or put on your clothes on your way to campus and feel like your body is less of a home, but a prison that you’re forever doomed to occupy.

And with the emotional rollercoaster that is having sex with Leehan only for him to completely ignore you afterward, you’ve naturally found yourself wondering if the only alluring thing about you is that you’ll let him fuck you with no questions asked. That in a school full of beautiful girls with actual self-esteem, he’s settled for you so long as you continue to provide him with pussy.

Leehan furrows his eyebrows at your response, and with a corrective tone of voice replies, “ Always .” In movements that are slow and gentle, he leans down to lay a chaste kiss on your forehead. Another on the top of your cheek. Another on your ear. And then on every single part of your face that you’d normally consider insignificant. And then slowly down your rising and falling torso.

“Everything about you. I couldn’t pick a favorite thing because I love every single part of you,” he confesses in a whisper-like tone against your skin. Finally reaching your pussy, he places one last gentle kiss at the top of your mound, something about the gesture making your pussy clench, espeically as he says, “You’re my favorite girl.”

To be affirmed by Leehan in this way is something that causes both your heart to swell and your body to pulse with arousal. But it’s also with a surge of sadness that you wish these words didn’t affect you so monumentally.

A part of you wants him to stop making remarks of this sort to you during sex because you can never be sure that he truly means them.

But if that’s the case, then why do they feel and sound so genuine?

It’s with shaky resoluteness in your voice that you sit up to look at Leehan, replying, “Then show me.”

And, as if spurred on by the challenge, you can see Leehan’s expression changing even with half of his face obscured by your pussy. “How?” he asks, leaning in to lick teasingly against your clit. “Like this?”

When he doesn’t wait for your answer and continues sucking and licking against your clit, you throw your head back as you enjoy the physical manifestations of Leehan’s attraction to you.

If there is any time when you feel most desired and liked by him, it’s when he’s in between your legs, devouring you whole like a man starved.

He uses his mouth not to tell you sweet-nothings, but to give you some of the best pleasure of your life. And it’s in gestures like these where you can wordlessly understand his devotion to you.

It’s in your desperation to reach your peak that you begin to buck your hips into his mouth, wanting more of him, but he stops it with both hands that snake up your body and press down on your boobs. He tweaks at your nipples in a way that makes your back arch, but in a gesture that surprises you, he also just rests his hand over your chest, right where your heart is. You wonder if he can feel the fluctuations of your pulse, how it speeds up when his tongue does. Dreamily, the thought of him being so in sync with you that he can feel the intimate beatings of your inner organ sends you into a spiral of heightened satisfaction.

“Leehan, I’m gonna come.”

Even with your eyes closed, you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “My favorite four words in the world. Go ahead, baby. I’ve got you.”

Somehow, you think your body needed that permission, because it’s only moments later that your orgasm takes over your body.

Your eyelids are covered with dancing spirals, your spine bends as you arch up into the air, and your body vibrates with a feeling so pleasurable it’s like an addiction, something you’d endure the greatest emotional lows to receive on a regular basis.

As you still, Leehan gets up to sit on his knees, looking over at your bedside dresser. “Still have the condoms where I left them?”

“Top drawer,” you confirm.

“Good girl,” he praises with a smile, reaching over you to rummage through the drawer and coming out of it with a silver packet between his fingers.

It’s just as he’s finished putting it on and is about to slide in that you raise a hand to stop him, saying, “Leehan wait. I wanna ride you.”

His eyebrows raise at this, but he nonetheless maneuvers so that he’s in a criss-cross position, saying with a grin, “Woah. I feel lucky. You never get on top. Make me do all the work.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, making your way over to him and holding onto his shoulders as you hover over his hardened cock. But before you can take him, he roughly grabs your chin, squeezing your face in his hold in a way that forces your eyes on his.

“Make me,” he asserts, staring at you so intensely that it makes your stomach swoop. Reaching between your bodies, you grab hold of his pulsing erection and line it up with your hole, sinking down on him and loving the way it makes both of your mouths instantly open on impact.

It feels like you’re being split open in the most pleasurable way as you sit down fully on Leehan’s cock and allow the satisfcation of being filled by him to consume you. Driven by the pursuit of your own pleasure, you bounce, swivel, and thrust yourself against him. And when Leehan throws his head back, beautiful neck on display as he growls, “You’re so tight, Y/N,” you’re motivated to go even harder.

Sex with Leehan has never felt more intimate than it does now, when you’re above him and able to catch every small distortion in his gorgeous expression as he gets taken away by the gratification of this sex. Mantaining eye contact with him is nothing new to you now, but even so, you find yourself feeling like his eyes are admiring your soul more than they are your body or face as you bounce up and down for his viewing pleasure.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you’re skin to skin, heart to heart, and in a way you almost feel like the closeness grants you the telepathic ability to know what he’s feeling and thinking. If there were to be a physical manifestation of the word yearning , it would be this exact moment between the two of you.

Your expression melts into a smirk as you continue to ride him, and you feel almost motivated to giggle as the pleasure you’re experiencing makes you feel deliriously satisfied and happy. Leehan, with his hands leisurely rested at his sides, scans your face as if trying to memorize every detail, saying, “You make the prettiest expressions when my dick is inside of you. I truly can’t – nphhh – get enough.”

It’s as you begin to set a pace that has the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every bounce that you yearn for him to touch you, to light your skin on fire with the warmth of his touch. Anywhere. Everywhere. “Leehan, touch me .”

And it’s because he’s come to know your body so well, know exactly what makes you tick and what places to touch that have you crying in pleasure, he brings his hand to your clit and starts rubbing incoherent shapes into your swelling bud. Your body feels like it’s on fire, so much so that you begin to lose strength in your trembling thighs, something Leehan picks up on as he says almost desperately, “Faster, Y/N. Take it.”

You have to fight through the strain in your legs and the building tension in your stomach in order to begin bouncing on Leehan so hard it’s as if your life depends on it. And though it feels like it’s taking all of the energy in your body, you do it because you want to make him feel good.

You do it because you want him to continue thinking of you as his favorite girl, even though that statement in itself implies the existence of other girls.

Even though it feels like every morsel of your self-esteem is shattered in the process, you do it because his attention means so much to you that it blurs everything else.

“ Fuck , I’m gonna come,” you cry out as the pleasure becomes too much, as it begins to feels like everything else in your vision is obscured except for Leehan.

“Open your mouth,” you hear him say, and although your sex-crazed mind can barely comprehend why he’s asking you that, you comply anyways and feel your arousal growing stronger when, to your surpise, he tips your head back with a hand on your jaw and spits into your mouth.

The gesture is dirty and lewd and yet a moan rips out of you just the same, and the closer that your orgasm inches, the less you feel like you’re in control of your body or your reactions. Every thought and will in your brain has been diluted so that your only objective is to reach your peak.

“You like that, pretty?” he asks teasingly, his own orgasm approaching in a way that causes his voice to come out strained and tight. “Let me see what a dirty girl you are. Come all over my cock.”

Whimpers of his name leave your mouth in broken succession, the robustness of your orgasm milking you until your body quite literally collapses against his. And it’s after giving everything that your body could give, your legs trembling and your body screaming out in exhaustion, that Leehan takes over by thrusting wildly up into you. In search of his own climax, you can only whimper weakly into the skin of his neck and allow him to manhandle your limp body up and down his cock.

“I know, I know,” he coos apolgetically in your ear, fucking up into you hard and firmly. “I”m close. Gonna come inside your pretty little pussy.”

With a last thrust so impactful that it resonates throughout your entire body, Leehan releases into his condom, twisting his hips inside of you before pulling out with a groan. You collapse onto the bed together, and even though you can barely feel anything in the bottom half of your body, even though you have the foreboding inclination that it’ll be hard to walk later, you still can’t help the foolish smile that appears automatically on your face. There is no greater high than basking in your post-orgasm haze.

The stillness of the moments you share after sex is something you cling onto every time, wishing that the universe would mercifully turn those seconds of blissful and intimate silence between the two of you into minutes. But like the distant sound of thunder that lets you know that it’s going to rain, you feel the bed dip with the weight of Leehan sitting up, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before he sees himself out.

“You made a mess,” you hear him say as he picks at the fabric of your sheets where, sure enough, the white sheets have been soiled grey. The comment gives you slight butterflies, and as you manage a weak smile, about to reply with something snarky, he says, “Want me to stay behind? Do your laundry?”

If only for a few seconds, you allow yourself to consider the possibility that he’s being serious. That for the first time since you met him, he’s actually going to stay behind and take care of you instead of leaving you wet and limp and naked and sad. You hate how good those few seconds of belief feel. That just the idea of how doing something as simple as your laundry could make you feel so fulfilled and wanted.

At first you’re not sure what to think when he leans down to gently caress the hair on top of your head. But then, with an almost pitying expression on his face, he replies, “I’m just joking. If I hang around for too long, how would you miss me?”

There have been lots of times when Leehan has shown his lack of regard for you in his actions, but never in his words.

So to hear him plainly confirm to you that this is all a game to him, that it’s always been his intention to leave you strung out and wanting more, that he knows the emotional impact his absence causes, hits you like a slap in the face.

He doesn’t have to hide how little he cares about you because he knows that no matter how he treats you, you’ll always come back.

Haven’t you proven that exact notion to him time and time again?

“See you later, Y/N,” he says as he’s leaving your bedroom, a statement that he can make with confidence because you’ve shown him time and time again that he can walk all over you and still be guaranteed access to your body, mind and soul.

And as the reality of the situation that you’ve found yourself in hits you all at once, it’s at the sound of your front door closing that you begin to cry on impact.

Tears that feel endless begin to pour out onto your cheeks until you’re open-mouthed sobbing, and because you’ve spent so long holding these emotions back, they wreck your body until you have no energy left and devolve into soundless heaves.

You fall asleep like this, so emotionally wrecked and confused that you forgot about the three essays you were supposed to submit.

You’re on the verge of tears as you enter your advisor’s office, sitting down across from the older woman whose passive expression tells you everything you need to know about the sort of news she’s about to deliver to you. But it’s with surprising clarity that you react to her saying, “Y/N, you’ve failed almost every single one of your classes this term.”

You stare blankly at her, processing the emotions that come over you at this news. It’s suprsing to say that the immediate feeling that comes over you is relief, but you owe it to the fact that you’ve been struggling this entire semester, plagued with anxiety as to whether or not you’d fail. And so, to have it finally confirmed after months of stressing about it feels similarly to being in the eye of a storm.

After struggling for so long, you’re at a vantage point where it feels more comforting to be able to say that all that’s left is for you to fight your way out of the storm entirely.

“Typically, when students have such large and sudden drops in performance like this, it’s because of some significant life event,” she explains, tilting her head as she looks at you pitifully. “Given that you’re a transfer student, I’m wondering if the transition from your old school to this one had an impact on your performance. Are you finding the academic rigor here harder?”

“No, maam,” you say, shaking your head. Academically, this school has been everything you had been hoping for and more since deciding to transfer. You couldn’t have expected to meet someone who so greatly turned your life around within a matter of months.

Not sure how to explain the unique set of circumstances leading up to this moment, you vaguely answer, “I’ve just…transparently had a lot going on this semester in my personal life. So I haven’t been as great at prioritizing my classes.”

Humming in understanding, your advisor moves to face her computer. “Well, I’m afraid the next steps are to put you on academic probation for the rest of this semester. Are you aware of what that all entails?”

You shake your head no. Your advisor goes on to explain it to you. “You’ll need to maintain at least a 2.5 grade point average moving forward. Additionally, you’ll be given a tutor – another student who you’ll be mandated to meet with at least once a week to get your grades up.”

There a few telltale clicking sounds from her computer before she’s speaking up again to say, “It looks like the only available tutor for this semester is a student named Han Taesan. Do you know him?”

Admittedly only familiar with the few people who Jaehyun’s introduced you to, you shake your head no. You then have to try and push off the dread that builds inside of you at the thought of having to meet with a stranger once a week for the next two or so months until the semester ends.

You perk up as you watch your advisor’s eyebrows lift in surprise at something on her computer “It looks like he actually has office hours open right now until three. So, after this, I recommend you go see him and introduce yourself. It’s important that you get started right away so that you can begin correcting this situation. The last thing we’d want is for your financial aid to be affected, which – I should mention – will happen if you fail your classes again, Y/N.”

It’s at this warning that the reality of the situation finally hits you.

As stupid as it now sounds, all of the times when you allowed Leehan to take up so much of your time in lieu of submitting your assignments were aided by a blind faith on your part that everything would work out in the end.

But it’s in grave realization that you see how much you were gambling with your future by making such poor decisions.

And with that feeling of shame and embarrassment weighing down on you so heavily, you leave your advisor's office a few short moments later, heading to the library to meet Taesan.

As you’re leaving, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and unlock it to read a text that could not be more ill timed:

>leehan: what are you doing?

There couldn’t be any worse moment now than to receive such a message, after you’ve just been told that you could potentially lose your scholarship over your mindless decision making in regards to this man. And for perhaps the first time since you’ve met Leehan, you decide to let go of this manic-pixie-dream-girl image you’ve created for yourself, typing out a message that relays the completely honesty of your current situation.

>you: leehan, i failed my midterms. They’re putting me on academic probation and i might lose my scholarship. I don’t know that i’ll have much time for our “arrangement” anymore.

You stuff your phone back in your pocket right after sending it, caring little to know what Leehan will say in response.

It’s in realization that you finally decide that making Leehan’s every thought, feeling and desire a priority in your life is a luxury you can no longer afford.

Arriving at the library a few minutes later, you wa;lw inside and observe how empty the place is. You suppose it makes sense given that most students have left for their fall break by now, not beholden to stay behind because of failing grades like you are. There’s a boy sitting by himself at one of the many tables in the library, a laptop and a few books surrounding him. You decide he’s the most likely to be the person you’re looking for and go up to approach him.

“Excuse me, are you Han Taesan?”

The boy, whose hair is uniquely marked by a streak of blonde in the back of it, looks up at you and nods.

“I’m not sure if you got the notification,” you say, pulling at your fingernails nervously. “But I’ve been assigned a tutor and you’re it. My advisor told me to meet with you today.”

Understanding finally dawning on the boy’s face, he puts down the screen of his laptop so he can fully pay attention to you and your presence. “Okay. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, and even though everything from his voice and manners should have you inclined to feel less nervous, there’s something about his facial features that have you feeling intimidated.

He’s quite good looking, but in a way that makes him seem unapproachable.

“If you’ve been assigned to meet with me, that means you’re on academic probation, correct?”

Something about hearing those words, the assignment of your name next to the phrase academic probation , feels like a knife to the stomach. Still, the only thing you can do is nod grimly, and without intending it, you launch defensively into an explanation. “It’s not something I’m in the habit of, if that’s what you’re wondering. This is my first time, truly, and it’s just because I had a lot going on this semester.”

You expect Taesan to appear annoyed with you, just as you are with yourself when you hear those words leave your mouth. But you’re surprised when instead, he smiles. And when he does, it’s like the intimidating persona you built of him in your head immediately shatters and in place of it, you’re introduced to someone that seems really sweet.

“Listen, I know you’re probably feeling like a total failure right now. I know cause I’ve been there. But you don’t have to explain yourself to me, Y/N. The last thing I want to do is make you feel judged for something that so many students go through,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders to further communicate how little of an issue this is for him.

“Most of the time, the people I tutor don’t even need me. They’re not dumb, they just were going through something that made them deprioritize their classes. We’ve all been there before. I��m just here to be an accountability partner and help you manage the stress.”

Fighting against all the parts of you that have been feeling shame in response to today’s development, you allow Taesan’s reassurance to wash over you like a cold drink on a swelteringly hot day.

“You’re…really nice, Taesan,” you reply, thinking of no better way to express your gratitude. “I really needed to hear that.”

“No problem. If you’re free, we can go somewhere else and begin working on those late assignments. I don’t really like staying at the library because we’ll be forced to whisper like this the whole time.”

It’s only at his observation that you become conscious of the fact that you have been indeed whispering this entire time, and it is in fact, very burdensome. “Yeah, you’re totally right. Are you cool with coming to my dorm? I live on campus, in Commons.”

Grabbing his things, he gets up to follow you, and it’s at that moment that you realize just how tall Taesan is. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Just as you’re about to leave with Taesan, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket once more. And because you completely forgot about your earlier exchange with Leehan, you don’t even consider that the message could be from him until a picture that you’re immediately swiping out of lights up your phone screen.

>leehan: he misses you :((((( [img_6785]

The image in question is a dick pic, a full frontal image with Leehan’s smartly masked face just barely peeking out at the top as he angles his phone downward.

You go from surprised to disgusted as you remember what the picture is in response to – a candid expression of anxiety about your academic probabtion – and suddenly, you couldn’t be more sure of the negative impact that Leehan has had on your life.

More sure that if you never heard from him after today, it would be the universe's greatest gift.

“Are you okay?” asks Taesan from beside you, and it’s with great gratitude that you observe his reaction is not that of someone who accidentally saw a dick pic on someone elses phone. Steeling yourself from the shock of the unexpected message, you hum an affirmative sounding noise in reply, and with that, you exit the library.

You walk together to your dorm that’s only 5 minutes away from the library, and as you walk, you discuss a variety of things. How and why Taesan became a tutor, the circumstances which led to you transferring from your old school, and observations on how empty campus seems to be right now. Taesan, a music major, became a tutor once he learned he could get paid for what he already liked to do, which was teach people. The more you talk to him, the more assured you feel about this arraignment and your situation at large.

More importantly, Taesan has the ability to do something you thought no man or object could be capable of – he takes your mind off of Leehan, and moreover the picture you just received from him.

Arriving at your front door, you can feel Taesan’s eyes on you as he says, “When I started my day today, I would’ve never guessed it would lead me to a girl’s dorm room.” You giggle at the genuinely funny joke, and now, you’re looking up at Taesan as if you’re fully seeing him for the first time.

In just a short amount of time, you’re learned that Taesan is handsome, smart, nice, and funny.

Perhaps something other than good grades could come of this time you’re about to spend together.

In the time that you spend looking at Taesan, still smiling in the aftermath of his joke as you let him into your dorm room, you don’t notice the fact that Leehan is waiting for you down the hallway, armed once more with a bouquet of flowers.

After last time, he figured surprise visits would be his thing now, especially since he knew your roommate wouldn’t be there to stop him.

He wasn’t expecting, though, that there would be someone else who would act as a barrier between the two of you.

Someone who causes unexplainable anger and resentment to blossom unusually in his chest.

It’s in a blur of confusion – both at himself for reacting this way and at you for being with someone other than him – that Leehan turns around and rushes for the building’s exit before either of you can see him.

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anonymouscheeses · 10 months ago

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Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"

Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.

I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-

That's it.

SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.

But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever

Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh

Haha penis 🫵

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.

Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.

Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)

VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.

ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭

Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨

Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.

Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-

JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅

Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.

Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?

I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-

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mayuichi · 4 months ago

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Spending your birthday with them.

Include:

Genshin Impact [ Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Heizou ]

Honkai: Star Rail [ Aventurine & Veritas Ratio ]

Persona 5 [ Akechi Goro ]

Moriarty the Patriot [ William James Moriarty & Fred Porlock ]

Content Warning: fem!reader, I'm sorry for men that may read this! If you easily switch pronouns in your mind then go ahead, but there's mention of the reader wearing a dress at some point! (kind of irrevelant though, so I think you can imagine something else then?), pet names and.. that's all i think-. it's just a fluff so...

may's note: im so sorry i took so long to come back!! ive got a lot on my plate recently, i had planned another oneshot to come out but but BUUT!! My best friend's birthday is right around the corner when I write this (aha just a day before.. hi..) so im writing this for her, with her favourites and some that i know she loves <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! I HOPE YOULL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU GOT THAT PLUSH YOU WANTED TO GO WITH AVENTURINE!! ive kinda rushed this to come out ngl, because its been a month im like "i have the time" until i didnt have time anymore.. sorry if it sucks :(

This artwork has been made by susucre! Do not steal/use it! every other used for the headers are official arts!

Even if he doesn't want to, he has duties now. Or at least, unexpected duties. But you can be sure Alhaitham always makes some time for you. How can he not? You're his sweetheart. Well, he isn't one to give sweet names but he still thinks so.

However, how could've you expect him to forget about your birthday? It's once a year, and he doesn't really care much about them usually. But we're talking about you. Of course he can't forget about it. He wants you happy, and he knows you'd hate if he doesn't at least wish you a happy birthday.

But what was your surprise when you find him still in bed, beside you, his right arm drapped over you as he reads from the other. Isn't he supposed to be at work, at the Akademiya? You don't even have the time to inquire, he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning.„ he briefly looks over you, before focusing back onto his book. But he strokes your side with his hand gently. He isn't much of a talker, but his small gestures are everything, aren't they?

He rapidly finishes his page, and places the book down to turn to you. “I'll let you take a shower and I'll prepare you breakfast.„ you can't even reply that he's already out of bed and heading to the kitchen. You'll just have to go shower.

It's your special day. Of course you'll wear a pretty dress, you want to feel extra pretty for today. When done, you head to the living room, finding him waiting for you to eat. It isn't a feast, but more than enough for the both of you. The silence is comfortable, only your breathing.

“Where are you going?„ he inquires when he sees you about to open the front door. You thought you'd go on a walk. “I haven't overworked myself for a week so I could have a full day off for you to ditch me, you know?„

It wasn't much, maybe even a bit offensive for some. But the idea that he paid attention enough to be certain to have a complete day off for you is enough to make you smile. And so, you chuckle and walk towards him.

“The weather is nice. It's sunny. We should go out together, don't you think?�� you tilt your head, waiting for his approval.. or for a compromise.

“It is. It's the perfect weather to do nothing at all. Or to read next to a window.„ without further notice, he stands and pulls you with him to the nearby window. Making you sit in his lap, he pulls out a book and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Maybe it isn't the best birthday you'll ever have, but I hope my company is enough.„ he isn't necessarily insecure, far from it even. But it's your special day. He just wants to make you happy, doesn't he?

And even if he says so, just reading in his lap with him, is enough. Spending time with him makes it nicer. Leaning further into his chest, you sigh and start to read with him. He's careful to wait for you, to ensure you finished before he actually turns the page.

He'll take breaks from time to time to make you both a drink, or to let you talk a bit. It isn't partying, but being able to spend the day together, reading and talking, without him possibly thinking about his duties is a luxury he doesn't always allow himself.

And he's more than glad for it to be with you.

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Until now, Wriothesley was used to stay in the Fortress most of his time. It never bothered him. Sigewinne keeps him company, and his prisoners aren't too bad most of the time. Even Neuvillette or Clorinde comes visit him from time to time.

But it changed when he met you. He didn't want you to be that often in the Fortress, and yet he couldn't help but want you. You don't know it, but he even asked Neuvillette for your birthday. It has never been that much of a talk in between you. You were both kind of over it after all. You aren't toddlers for who it is extremely important to get one year older.

But he wants your first birthday with him to be special, to be something you'd remember. He wants to make this day amazing. And for that, he had to have permissions and ensure the paperwork was done before that day. He had to be prepared for any possibility, to be called in for an emergency if someone tried to escape, or if they get overwhelmed and for your day to be ruined.

But he was willing to take that risk.

On your occasional weekly visit, you both talk and drink tea together, as any other time. You're not sure when, yet now, he has you in his arms, holding you close. It is as if he believed you were leaving. He's quick to compose himself and just steals a kiss from you, to hide his worries behind that smirk he always has when he surprises you.

“By the way, I've heard your birthday is soon, isn't it?„ you raise an eyebrow. You haven't told him, yet he knows. “Would you like us to spend the day together?„

You were so sure he meant inside the Fortress of Meropide, that when he mentioned that it wouldn't be there, but in the city, your eyes widened. Of course, you firstly worried about his work. It isn't like he's just a guard who could take a day off or a sick day. He has a prison to keep in place.

But he assured you it'd be alright. And so you trust him. There's no reason for you not to.

Your birthday was soon to come, and you waited for him in front of the Fortress' entrance. Dressed in a pretty outfit, that you kept on for this occasion, you obviously felt amazing. And upon seeing you, Wriothesley grinned. “Someone made herself extra beautiful for today.„

His tone flirty, he wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing his lips on your hair. “It suits you perfectly. But you're always beautiful.„ his words meant the world to you.

And so began the day. Wriothesley is careful, meticulous even. He makes sure you stay hydrated, well fed and have fun. If you want a pastry, he'll buy it without a second thought. This piece of jewerly looks pretty on you? He'll offer it to you, no matter the cost.

It's weird for everyone to see the Duke out of the Fortress. He's respected for sure, and well known. You hold hands all day long, sometimes stealing kisses when you're in a alley or when no one's looking.

When the sun fades away to let the moon takes place, stars show up too. Now sitting near the water, you both look up at the navy blue sky. Wriothesley lets out a sigh and clears his throat. “I hope you had fun. I'm not sure when I'd be capable to have such a long time outside the Fortress without it being work related.„

Sure or not, you're just happy he manages to have time for you. And he's relieved everything went smoothly. He leans closer to you, his lips grazing your cheek. “Happy birthday.„

And even if it has caused him some stress, he's ready to do it over again next year if it makes him see your eyes so sparkly and shiny with delightment and happiness.

He'd risk anything to see you smile and hear your laughers echoing in his ears.

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The good part of being a detective is that he knows how to not leave any clue about his true intentions. And so, he can surprise you whenever he wants and you won't even realise he has planned it for a while!

Since Heizou can hardly take a day off recently, you agreed it'd be better if you spend the day with your friends and just leave your evening for him.

It was an amazing day, your friends and you strolled around the city, went to some fancy places and just spoiled you entirely. But it felt off, knowing that Heizou wasn't with you like you wished he could've.

They dropped you by your house, and with a sigh, you stepped inside. Of course Heizou wasn't home yet. It wasn't surprising, he's quite overwhelmed with work lately. Yet there was a small disappointment in your chest. Your heart was a bit heavier. But you brush it off.

By the time he gets home, you had just finished preparing dinner. He steps closer with that shitty grin and clears his throat. “Such a sweetie, making dinner when I hoped I'd have time to treat you today.„ of course, he doesn't want you to do any effort for today, but his schedule decided otherwise.

And so, with a swift movement, he shoves a bouquet against your chest. “I know it isn't much compared to how it could've been nicer to spend the day together, but I hope it'll make it up for it a bit.„

Heizou has always been a romantic at heart, he loves it when he sees your cheeks flushing and feels your breath growing faster from his teasing. And he's delighted to see that sweet blush spreading slowly.

Leaning in close, he takes your hands in his, and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “Let's eat dinner and enjoy the time we have tonight, alright? I need to make it up for you.„

He lets you take care of the bouquet first, ensuring it won't die just yet. He teases you about your day, plays with you some games and even let you win for once. And needless to say the night ends in something.. more than just flirt and teasing.

But he hopes next year won't be as busy, so he can treat you like the princess you are in his eyes.

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A gambler. That's what he'll always be no matter what, no matter the day. He needs to work every single day, to be a good asset for the IPC. He can't afford losing. He will never accept it.

But today, Aventurine thought it'd be nice to let you experience gambling too. Well, not as much as he usually does, but more in a regular casino. He's obviously well known here, and has some free drinks. But he wants you to enjoy it too.

He teaches you how to do, the ropes of each games. To guess when to stop, and more importantly of course, to understand the rules and that losing can cost a lot. But deep down, Aventurine doesn't give a fuck about how much money you'll lose. He has way more than someone can think of.

Each games were fun, but you hated seeing those girls eyeing him like you don't exist. Don't they see you, the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, with who he holds hands? Or perhaps they don't care. But it frustrates you.

Even more so when one comes closer and accidentally spills wine on Aventurine's jacket. He doesn't react at first. But he grows more and more impatient as she tries to clean her mess.

But he got fed up when she literally sat in between the both of you. Who does she think she is? “Excuse me, Miss,„ with a dry chuckle and bright smile, he stands up and walks behind her, “don't you see her?„

Swiftly, almost as if he has always been ready for it, he pulls you close, your head resting on his chest. Your face flushes bright red of course, but you don't say anything. “She already holds the string. And compared to you, she doesn't care about my money. So if you please, do not dare to bother us further on her special day.„

He leads you away, and yet, casts them a last glance, “Except if you want to face the consequences, that is. But I doubt you would like it.„

He'd never let anyone makes you feel inferior, nor worthless, and even less when it's supposed to be your day. The day he caters to your every need without any complaint or question.

Upon arriving to a new game, away from those nuisance, he holds your hand in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “I'm sorry, darling. But I promise you, you're the only one in my eyes. The prettiest, the cutest, and the most loveable woman I've ever set my eyes on.„

He'd cherish you. He knows the pain, and he wants to keep you away from it. He struggles at time, but every effort is worth of your smile. Every day is a delight to get home to you, to know you're his, and that he's yours.

That he has a home. A home with you.

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What were you thinking when you first confessed to him? Of course you thought he'd reject you. We're talking about Veritas Ratio. But to your surprise, he accepted! But maybe you should've been careful... He's a teacher.

It isn't uncommon for Veritas Ratio to call you stupid or dumb, because you don't understand something or that you made a mistake on something simple. But you also know he'll always be here for you.

Compared to one of his colleage, he isn't particularly rich. Don't get me wrong, he is completely financially stable, and he won't be anytime soon the type to get ruined. But basically, if you need special teaching in something he doesn't master, he won't hesitate to help you with it.

He can't help but put intellect into a bit everything he does. But he knows it can piss you off at times, especially when it's not the moment for it.

Today, he has a long day. Longer than intended. So you nicely bring him lunch. Yet he requests of you to stay until his break is over. You know he isn't one to care about birthdays, but he does remember them if he is supposed to know them. Yours is no exception.

“I'm going to be home later than usual tonight, but perhaps you have any wish for how we spend our time?„ it isn't often that he lets you so openly choose. But you don't wait more time to ask if you could watch a movie and snuggle. You need nothing more than some rest, and so does he.

Laughers fill the empty classroom, except for the both of you. He knows when to not overdo it, especially with you. He will never admit it entirely, but he doesn't want to risk losing you. He can't. Not when you bring him so much by just existing.

There's a reason why he doesn't want you to be to close to that blonde, don't you think? But it doesn't matter.

In the evening, after you shared dinner, you set on the couch with him, snuggling up. His left hand caressing your side while his right one is holding a pen. Of course he can't only watch a movie, he needs to keep on going with his paperwork. But he doesn't entirely focus on it.

However, from time to time, you'd hear from Veritas that he clicks his tongue. He seems rather.. unpleased. And when you take a look, you don't see anything wrong. “Of course you don't, you're too much of an idiot to realise that student's mistake. What a pity.„

Unfortunately for you, you dared to ask what was the mistake.. and now you're in for a lecture. He sits you up and explains to you, in a rather annoyed tone. It isn't a surprise to say that you both don't even noticed when the movie has finished.

You're about to stand up when he holds you back, pulling you in his lap. “Don't you dare run away from my lecture. You asked to know, so you'll know.„ It promises to be an interesting evening and night, especially if you try to push your luck.

Veritas will make sure you get the appropriate punishment if his patience runs out by the time he's done with you.

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Have you ever imagined he'd steal your heart? A detective by day, a Phantom Thief by night. He earned his title well, he's definitely a prince in your eyes.

“Are you still listening?„ Akechi inquires. You have to admit, you weren't. You were too charmed into his eyes, shining as he shares his day with you.

“I've been thinking, there's an amusement park not far from here. Would you like to go with me?„ he asks. He isn't really scared of asking you on a date anymore. Of course, he couldn't help but feel like he isn't enough at times. But you love him, right? He can't let his insecurities win over.

And so, you are now on a date with him, on your birthday. He cares for a bit everything. He makes sure the sun isn't hitting you too hard, that you drink enough, and especially have fun.

You're the only one lucky enough to see him almost constantly out of his detective prince persona. To know the real him. He has his issues, and sometimes he may snaps at you. But he apologises and proves that he changes. He already does, but he tries to make sure you know he's willing to become better for you.

You're his light, and he can't lose you. At first, he even thought you loved that coffee shop's employee, but he felt lucky when you reciprocated his feelings.

Since then, Akechi would take you out often. To the beach, at restaurant, or even just for a walk. He wants you to know he cares, and he wants you only. He needs to be careful though, but he makes it work out.

Getting into a bit every attractions, he even ends up winning you a teddy bear. No one is ever too old for one after all, right? As he hands it to you, he presses a kiss on your lips, soft and tender, as if he wants the time to stop.

The sun sets slowly, and you get into the Ferris Wheel to end up the day. It's cozy, just the two of you. He holds you close, his nose in your hair as he breathes in your scent. “Happy birthday, my love.„

Why would he need to say anything more? Your heart races, and you look up at him with a sheepish smile. No one can mistake that expression on both of your faces. You're so undeniably in love with each other.

“I know I fucked up, especially when you discovered what I've done. But I'll become better. For you, and for us. So please, stay with me.„ he couldn't help but squeezing you tighter against him, as if you won't allow him time.

“I love you. So fucking much.„ he whispers as the sun disappears from view, letting the moon rise slowly. He'll always do his best for you, to be worthy of you.

Because he loves you. And he'll make every birthday from now on special for you.

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It took him time to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you. To allow you to see the worst part of him. To see the monster beneath. He was certain he'd lose you. And yet, you're still here, beside him.

William is more than delighted to know you aren't ready to leave him. To know you'll stay. He doesn't entirely understand his feelings himself, but he has them, and that's all that matters.

To say William cares about birthdays is an understatement. He doesn't make big things, but he shows his care for sure. So don't you dare think you'll be an exception.

He has been quite busy lately, but he made sure he'd be here for your birthday. From waking to sleep. He stays in bed with you until you stir awake. Your eyes flutter open, the first sight being his blonde locks.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and lets you get ready while he goes preparing breakfast for you. Going downstairs, you smell the sweet scent of food filling your nose.

He serves you, as well as himself, before eating and letting you talk of whatever comes in your mind. He could listen to you all day long, but today wasn't that. He'd spend some quality time with you, no matter what.

He helps you putting on your coat, and holds your hand as you get inside the carriage. He feels your head resting on his shoulder, and he simply caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

Getting into town, he dismisses the carriage for now. No need for that. He wants you to enjoy the place. If there's something appealing to you, he'll be ready to let you have it. But in the end, he's mostly the one who wants to buy you things.

A beautiful necklace, it'd go perfectly around your neck. Gesturing you to get closer, he carefully puts it around your neck and smiles. “It looks beautiful on you.„ his voice, smooth and quiet, holds so much love. Without hesitation, he buys it for you.

You walk hands in hands, past bakeries and shops, stopping when something would be nice for you. You're definitely spoiled, and it was unexpected for you. You aren't with William for his money, and he knows it. But today, he wants to make sure you'll remember it.

By the evening, inside the carriage to get back home, he lets you rest against him. It has been a tiring day after all, yet so thrilling. But the best was to come in his eyes.

Entering the manor, the living room has been decorated especially for you, a bouquet from Fred's garden waiting as well as a freshly baked cake by Louis. And they were all here too. Well, some like Sebastian aren't so happy, but they could make that effort.

He has planned it all, and it was worth it. For that smile, those happy tears, and those laughers and happiness filling the manor for the rest of the evening.

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He has never been much of a talker. Ever since you both met, he mostly listened to you, no matter what you'd say. And he has a great memory too.

Fred is a caring man, he just stays quiet. He doesn't want to be noticed, he likes his tranquility, despite the circumstances of his current work under William. He absolutely adores the idea of being in charge of the garden, though.

He doesn't show it, but he appreciates plants and flowers. And whenever you may search him, you always find him there. He's peacefully repotting some flowers, to make sure they can grow further.

His head snaps up when you ask him if you can help. “Shouldn't you.. be with the others, celebrating your birthday..?„ he's unsure. He looks at you with suspicions, but in the end, he relents. You must have your reasons to not be celebrating it with them.

He loves spending time with you, but he doesn't want you to restrain yourself from having a good time just because he's tending to flowers.

But when he sees you, right here, with a smile as you carefully move a flower, it feels him with joy. He doesn't show his love much, he does it through small gestures like making sure there's always some of your favourite flowers in the bedroom for the scent. Or to stay with you throuhough breakfast.

It's those small gestures that makes you love him even more each day. And you just want to spend time with him, especially today.

He shyly scoots closer to you, to correct you. “You shouldn't be doing it like that.. it can hurt the roots.„ he doesn't scold you, he just tries to teach you.

Yet, he doesn't move away once done. He stays close. Until he gathered the courage to press his lips against your temple. “Happy birthday.„

It's cute, the way he quickly walks away to care for other plants. But you just thank him quietly. The day passes in a blur, and without even noticing, the moon is in the sky, and you're both still in the greenhouse.

He holds you tight against him, the garden not over yet but it's too late to keep working. And he has cut a rose to give you, making sure to also cut the thorns so you can't get hurt.

“We should head back inside, it's getting cold.„ he helps you up, until you're both home. He even helps to wash your hands, in your sleepy state.

He never thought he'd enjoy gardening with someone so much, and yet..

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hii! i just wanted to say i love your blog sm. your fics are amazing and your fanart as well😩 your work has such a good emotional depth that’s so nice to read/see. you have a way like the movies did of showing the attention to detail with their worlds and other worldly cultures and shit it’s so interesting to read <3. i didn’t know if your taking requests but this was just a random thought that would be so cool to see you write. no pressure ofc but i thought it’d be so cool to see rocket more introduced to like more music/Terran pop culture references😭. i feel like rocket would like goth music like the cure and shit and tbh lady gaga i feel like also😭😭. it’s so cute to think of him getting shown like classic horror and stuff, he’d probably think a lot of them as comedies or shit😭. i jsut had these thoughts to share lol. your writing has me daydreaming i swear <3. i hope you are having a good day <33 : D

you are absolutely the sweetest little bundle of love nonnie. cups of tea, midnight bonfires, and golden autumn leaves. that's you. thank you so much for the kind words. they truly made my last two weeks. and i'm so sorry for the delay - the start of the schoolyear has been kicking my ass to knowhere and back, and then this… got away from me. it’s really unforgivably fucken long for mostly just being a list ~

but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡♡

oh btw i linked some related headcanons that might interest you at the end!

to be honest i don't think i go through a single commute to or from work without thinking about how rocket would respond to the latest bit of terran culture you're showing him. when he was spending time on terra during the snap, he noticed steve’s little pocket-journal checklist of movies and books and shows to get caught up on. well, he didn’t just notice it — he might’ve maybe possibly swiped it — and once he trusted you enough to know you weren’t gonna fuckin narc on him, he decided to show it to you. he asks questions about the various titles, and steve’s notes scrawled in the margins. the two of you started there.

rocket isn’t quite as prejudiced against actors as many of his fellow guardians, but he does approach the idea of movies and tv with a healthy dose of skepticism. you probably start out with some documentaries, and he loves those. he’s enthralled by the ones about outer space — appreciating what they’ve gotten right and snickering about what they got wrong, getting a little weepy when the narrator makes some poignant philosophical observation. he stares at the screen with something that wrenches at your heart when you turn on the nature docs, those cut-ruby eyes turning into something soft and molten, silvered over with a yearning you’re sure he doesn’t even recognize inside himself.

you might think he’d be a fan of true crime, but no — not unless it’s someone scamming a big corporation or stealing from some hubristic rich bastard, or maybe the occasional murderer who accidentally confesses his crimes on a hot mic. the truth is that rocket’s already personally familiar with some of the worst true crime in the galaxy and he just sort of assumes that’s how things operate at large. why’s he need to watch people talk about?

it’s this kind of thinking that impacts the kind of fictional shows and movies he ends up liking, too — once you finally convince him that acting is more about storytelling, and less about lying or trying to wear someone else’s skin. you’d think he’d be super-into horror but he’s very — selective about it. murderers, slashers, and body horror (especially of the medical variety) are not in his wheelhouse. he gets anxious in the worst sort of way: impatiently twitching on the couch next to you, chewing on his claws. he rolls his eyes but his shoulders stay tense and his tail is puffs up three times it’s normal size. he might occasionally snort and scoff at how fake things look but again, that’s only because he knows.

and he wishes he didn’t.

supernatural horror is much more palatable to him, and alien-based horror is usually hilarious as far as he’s concerned. space dramas and adventures have an unpredictable impact. he says star wars is too dramatic (wild coming from someone who has since decided he loves reality dating shows) and gets weirdly emotional about star trek. and you have to repeatedly remind him that neither the aliens franchise nor killer clowns from outer space are documentary series (he has some weird hang-ups about terran clowns and will dryly tell you that he’s pretty sure they’ve tried to kill him in another life). he’s extremely and overly fascinated by some of the weirder terran horror and horror-adjacent media: cult classics from the 80s and 90s, Tales from the Crypt, Twilight Zone — some of those weird old fantasy movies too, like the labyrinth and company of wolves. you always indulge him, trying to remind him of what’s fiction and what’s not, and what loosely straddles the line of being based on a true story (even though sometimes you have to fight with the urge to roll your eyes when he points at the screen and says, no, that’s real, i been to a planet like that!).

you learn he has an uncanny eye for CGI. looks weird, he grunts every time something rendered crosses the screen. very into practical effects, though. he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make a claymation sequence of the collapse of ego — the living planet, that is; not some great philosophical metaphor — and took over your kitchen for two months to do it. you’d expected him to get bored of it quickly, but you’d misunderstood just how fixated he’d been. he’d stopped taking pete’s comms for the entire last three weeks and had barely slept at all till it had been done.

he’s equally selective about games. classic shooters bore him — why bother when you can go do the real thing with any despot-of-the-week? — but he kind of loves cozy games. he enjoys horror games as long as they follow his horror movie rules, too — minimal lifeform-on-lifeform torture, heavy on the supernatural or other weirdness. poppy’s playtime is a current fave. he loves dnd, of course. once he figures out the mechanics he always wants to dm because he’s got more control issues than a freighter full of ravagers, but you haven’t missed the fact that that he’s got a recurring favorite character that he pulls out regardless of which side of the dm screen he’s on — a shockingly wise and kind aquatic sorceress named lylla, with the gentlest healing vibes. it rattles you the first time he plays her — so at odds with his normal snark — but you decide it’s just his way of letting his soft side shine through when he normally tries to hide it under prickly defensiveness.

it might surprise you (or maybe not), but he’s far less picky about music, to be honest. sure, he’s got preferences — certain songs he’ll play on repeat, or jam out to, or weep over. but he’s just as excited to clone a taylor swift record as he is to get his hands on some iron maiden. he’s got something surprisingly positive to say about every single song you ask after.

that one’s real catchy, he’ll say, bopping along to dolly’s 9 to 5 — only to then croon his way through the lingering notes of jolene. then the next time you see him he’s asking how he can secure more tupac albums.

he gets all teary-eyed over the sweeping strings of sometime around midnight, then later tilts his head, ears flickering, to drink in the light starlit notes of single acoustic guitars and lonely pianos. he’s as greedy for 90s grunge as he is for screamo and post-rock. sometimes he steals your phone and it’s usually just to download a nirvana album you once had him listen to, but just last week you realize he’d blown a sizable portion of your grocery budget by buying the entire babymetal discography.

he explains it to you one late autumn evening when you’re in your room with him, introducing him to seventeen seconds. the two of you are just chilling. he’s traded in his jumpsuit for the kids’ sweatpants and the hoodie you bought him — the one with the ears — and of course you very wisely don’t tell him how stupidly cute it is. the sun’s going down and the room is slanting and pooling with blue-and-gold shadows slowly deepening into purple, and you’ve lit a couple caramel-apple candles for the vibe. maybe you’ve got mugs of warm spiced apple cider or cocoa or something. he’s sprawled on the rug on your floor and you’re leaning over the edge of the bed, with the entire musical archive of the cure, woven liberally with a random joy division album, some merciful nuns, and other collections from your personal library of favorites.

he’s super-into it, of course.

this sound is somethin’ else, he tells you as he stares up at the shadows. The candlelight is reflecting off some unknown surface in your room, casting flecks of fractured light across the deepening dark of the ceiling. his blunted claws tap a steady rhythm on the floor beside him.

you say that about every song, you tell him drily, and he shrugs.

but i mean it, he tells you in the gold-flickering darkness. there’s a long silence, and you think he’s just listening to the music — but halfway through dope, he suddenly breaks his silence.

i ain’t exactly the most emotionalistically-intelligent, he says quietly into the room. don’t trust myself to know when someone’s good or bad. there was a guy, when i was a kid — well. anyway. it’s frickin hard to trust anybody, myself most of all.

you wait to see if he’ll go on — but he doesn’t. at least not till you say, i get that. there’s good people out there, but the worst are usually so good at tricking us. and then it’s easy to second-guess ourselves — forever.

from the corner of your eye, you see him nod emphatically.

not in music, though, he says quietly. you hear him swallow — painfully hard. i think — music’s when people tell you most about what they are. even when it’s hard to understand at first. when there ain’t any words.

you tilt your head, allowing him the privacy of not looking directly at him. instead, you study the flickering candlelight and shadow, painting amber and dark-velvet patterns on the ceiling. that’s why you like every song? you ask at last.

that swallow again, hard as a rock in his throat. i dunno. maybe it means something, when someone gives a part of ‘emselves like that. to you — a stranger. just — serve themselves up like a gift for your judgement.

ah, you think. the vulnerability.

as if he’d heard you, he snorts. me personally? i’d never risk it.

even now, you can feel him watching you uneasily from the corner of his eye — waiting for you to mock him, maybe. but you only hum an agreeable note.

i never thought of it that way, you admit, but it’s true. you smile at the ceiling. and you said you weren’t emotionally intelligent.

he huffs, but the sound is more relieved than annoyed. i ain’t, he snipes. and then — more tentatively — maybe that’s part of it too.

you feel your eyebrows raise, but you still don’t look his way — cradling the back of your head with your hands while the music continues in around you, and smell of warm caramel apples fills the soft shadows between you. what do you mean?

softer now — almost nervous — he confesses to the darkness and the gold light and the sound of lady gaga’s voice. every time i listen to a new song, s’like I find something in myself i didn’t have before. or didn’t know i had before. or that i thought had died.

your heart stills in your chest and your breath catches, and everything in you suddenly aches. before you can say a word — before you can think — he spits a scoff into the air.

never mind. i was kidding. that’s fuckin’ stupid—

no, you interrupt quickly, and it takes everything in you not to turn over and catch his eyes and hold them. not to reach out and hold his hands, because you know he’s not willing to accept that level of comfort.

not yet. but soon.

so instead, you make your voice into the softest thing you’ve ever imagined. no sharp edges, no corners to cut himself on. just downy well-worn blankets and soft crumpled love-notes, happy welcome homes and the warm caramel of autumn apples. you will it go wrap around him and give him all the comfort he won’t let himself accept any other way.

no, you repeat. i get that.

i get that.

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vickyyoon · 1 year ago

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Your Professor Bang Chan - 3 (ending)

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: Angst + fluff in the end

Paring: professor!bangchan x fem!Reader

Synopsis : after you two somewhat broke the connections, you keeping bumping into memories with him and end up trying to tell him..

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A/n : thank you all for loving this fic so much but this might be the last one of this series. Hope you find the ending sweet...

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After that night, you never went back to him. You only had a few weeks left till this year was over and maybe in the future, he wouldn't be your professor.

But you were too hurt to think about that night, you couldn't find the wrong and the right that night.

You left before he woke up and he expected it. He himself wish he had kept quiet, but out of a tiresome feeling of just being used he blurted out the deep thoughts.

You couldnt see yourself the same after that night and so did he. You wondered how easy it would be without him but boy you were wrong...

You enter the lecture hall the same day but you attention was diverted into the huge window. chan wanted to call you out but he was couldnt.

Your face looked dried out and pale. Your lips were white and dead. You're eyes were swollen and you looked tired. You obviously couldn't find peace.

You didn't stay any longer after your classes. You locked yourself up.

Remembering how chan used to take you out on little dates far far away from the city where no one would recognize you, just tk spend time with you.

He gave you what ever you wanted every time. Money didn't have any value when he was with you. On the other hand chan was looking for you because you usually stay after classes. He remembered how you used to buy him little snacks as gifts randomly, you knew what were his favorites more than anyone else.

Some days near the ending of this year you finally head out and open your messages to text him but then you remember you were his nobody.

While at the pharmacy to pick up somethings you spot chan and look away. Something slashed your heart into pieces seeing him. He doesn't notice you until you both end up in front the counter.

You could see yourself from the glass door how bad you looked beside him. You would be hugging him but you couldn't.

He stares at you as you leave after checking out. Hid eyes follow your figure walk out emotionlessly.

You couldn't get enough sleep, even after taking your pills. Usually these nights you would call him and he would bring you food but you were turning sick due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was sleeping with him that you needed desperately.

Chan couldn't focus on work especially when he made you so upset, he felt like he just committed a sin. He really wanted to tell. You that but somewhere in his mind he was ashamed to apologize.

You didn't want to see him but you needed to see him if he was alright or if he was with someone else, something you did without him knowing was look after him when he was outside.

Soon the stress of not seeing you got chan sick, he missed you all day. Mumbling your name sometimes when his fever turns high because you used to rush to him and take care of him when he was sick, not leaving him for a second. You used to tell him your stories, sing him songs, tell him jokes all while holding his hands. He got to know a lot about you when he was sick.

Just the last days before the exam you were experiencing the worst headache of your life. You were breaking down and your head was exploding. You were in the floor bawling and crying with your nose bleeding. Something was wrong but you didn't know.

Luckily your next door roommate heard you and called you an ambulance. Before you knew it you were stabilized in the hospital bed. You had too much stress and it got bad.

" I can say it's very common for students in their final or people who suffered relationship impacts but you should stop for a while."

You knew it was him on your mind that caused you stress but you didn't want to bother him by coming back. You were probably a burden to him.

He gets to hear about your breakdown and your location, he decided to drive there and see you.

Looking at you he couldn't say anything. You were pale and skinny, you were barely alive. He sits beside you and you open your eyes to see him.

He tries to act formal. Like your teacher giving you advice but you don't want to believe that he's calling you that.

" could you pass me that bottle? The orange one." and he stared at your huge table of pills. Pills that deal with your mental health and sleep.

" am I still just a student to you?" you softly asked. He looked down as slowly shook his head.

" then what am I? I hope I'm still somebody in your life." your voice ached but you had to say it.

" a-am I still your channie then? I-if I'm still. Your favorite channie then your still my y/n" his voice was shaky starting to crack. You smiled slowly watching him still avoiding your gaze.

He just apologized when he didn't want to. He really wanted to say it long time ago.

" that was the cause of my stress, the thought of my channie being mad at me. If it's my fault, then I'm really really sorry and if it means loosing my limbs to have you then I'll do it. I can tell you don't want to say sorry atleast say it first." you said and he only wished he didn't make that obvious.

You smile at his red face, he was embarrassed and your hand looked for his but he pushed it away. Surprising you.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't deserve me." he blurted trying to get up and leave.

But you grabbed his wrist " it'll hurt me more if you leave, please." you said as he sat back down.

He remembered when before you passed his exams, he admired your sweet, childlike, innocent and pure behavior from afar.

" if you never gave me that opportunity then I would be lost in studies. I would never find someone like You. I was glad you made the first move but it made me happy to know that you would be mine even for just 3 years." you reffered to your 3 years left in university.

You made sure to not loose him before university. Atleast he wasn't mad at you anymore.

He cried onto your shoulder the entire night, opening up to you about the past few days without you.

The last day before graduation you made him promised that he'll never find someone else after your completion of university. You wanted to wait for your graduation to really be his officially.

#Spotify #kpop #skz bangchan #Bangchan #bang chan x reader #Bang chan #Stray kids #straykids bangchan #bangchan smut

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kepnerandavery · 7 months ago

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Bridgerton season 3 (part 1) review

Thoughts on polin this season:

I stand corrected, people. I loved Penelope and Colin this season. I found the writing of those two as individual characters and a couple (on the show) to be mediocre before, but my god, it's like they jumped straight out of the fourth book this season. It's like I finally got to meet book Penelope and Colin (especially Colin). And the chemistry of the leads really surprised me too. I don't know what was going on before this season, but they are great together now. The writing/portrayal of the personalities of the two characters and their connection was spot on, and I honestly have no notes. I wish they had kept this same essence since the beginning, but I get why they were saving this until their season. As I expected, the execution of the translation of this season and couple from the book to screen was the best out of all three seasons. I wish the past two couples got the same attention and treatment (specially kanthony), but alas, there's nothing to be done about that. RMB is my fourth favourite book in the series, but this season is honestly my favourite. The dialogue, costumes, locations, aesthetic of the sets, and even the silent moments between the leads were so poignant. And this season made it clear how a show having a female show-runner can impact it so positively.

Now, on to the other things:

I really liked how they handled Penelope and Eloise's friendship and its fallout this season. Their friendship was written more subtly and with care this season and resembled the one in the books for the first time ever for me. And how they both changed as individuals by the absence of the solace the two of them found in each other in the past as they stood against the confoundedness and cruelty of society was written so well.

Kanthony were adorable and really cute and it's such a shame that we got so few scenes of them. At least they are together and happy.

I hate how they keep making a mockery of Benedict's character. It's clear that he should have already met Sophie and gotten his story cause his character feels lost among everyone else, but the poor boy is still smiling, so that's something I guess. I just wish they would for once properly focus on his love for art and improvement of his talent instead of his little dalliances. It's almost like the writers think that he has no other values/interests beyond that. I feel like the writers are so much better at handling Eloise's character and preparing her for her season than they are at writing Ben's. For god's sake, they should at least give him a best friend, or further build his relationship with one of his siblings or Violet to give his character some substantiality.

Eloise was really great this season and seemed so much more mature and grounded. Her costumes were immaculate too. I just wish we had seen her bond with Francesca more cause they're really close in the books.

As for Francesca, I'm sorry, I didn't like how her character or story was written this season. She was never meant to be this.. idk... plain and quirky? (no one come at me cause I'm a book Fran apologist). After watching these four episodes I feel like Ruby had a better grasp on Francesca's character than Hannah does but it could also have something to do with the very bland writing. But then again, most of what we know of Fran is from WHWW and she is more mature in it, so like polin, her character could also get major development later on as she gets older. But I don't have high hopes for that. And dare I say, I also didn't like how John was written either. He was always way more confident and outgoing in my mind (I also expected them to cast an actor of a larger build and screen presence to play him). But I do see how this version of him suits the new version of Fran. But all in all, neither of them were this particular in my imagination. I hadn't had any hopes for the adaptation of Michael's character since last season came out, so this is literally the nail on that coffin for me. At this point, I'm very desensitised to being let down by this show and prefer to be pleasantly surprised, so who cares.

The soundtrack was great (though nothing can beat season one's in my opinion). But Snow On The Beach playing in episode four at the exact moment it did was really poignant and sweet so it's my favourite song they used this season (so far).

Favorite quote:

"Eros and Psyche battling it out." "What you are trying to say, Miss Cowper? Are they not old friends?" "The oldest of friends, really. Ever since the Featheringtons moved in across the street." "Across the street from the Bridgerton house?" 😭 (argghhh! why is that the cutest thing? whoever wrote that deserves a raise!!!)

Suffice to say, I'm very excited to see how the rest of the season is written. I hope they handle the whole LWD thing with care too.

#bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #polin #romancing mister bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers

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pinkmonkeybirddd · 2 months ago

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The impact of someone's words

I often wonder how much impact i made on people with my words. I find myself thinking something nice about a person but convincing myself it's weird to say it outloud when it really isn't.

My favourite encounter ever happened about 2 years ago at a festival. There was an artist in her early 20s who offered to draw people with oil pastels with really interesting color schemes which she would chose based on the persons vibe for about 10€. I don't usually pay for things like that at festivals, but her art style really drew me in, and I was happy to spend the money. Little did I know the most valuable thing from the spent money wasn't even the drawing - which was beautiful by the way. It was the conversation I had with this wonderful artist. She had such a kind energy and complimented me throughout her entire process. She gave such specific compliments which I never even thought about noticing before. She said my face shape is really feminine and fits me well. It was also the way she said it. I never payed attention to my face shape before nor was i very fond of it, but now I often notice it in pictures and get excited about it in a way. Although I was thrown off guard by the compliments, I complimented her back because she was really pretty, but she laughed it off and said I'd notice it's all fake if she took her makeup off. I did truly admire her beauty though. I wish she had seen it like she saw me.

As soon as I got home from that festival, I tried finding her anywhere online because I wanted to see more of her work and be in contact because she made a big impact on me, but I couldn't find her anywhere </3.

Long story short, words can mean a lot, and I love the way artists notice the details most people don't.

Remember to always say the nice thing you think about a person, even if you think its too weird or specific.

#art #compliments #oil pastels #words #storytime #beauty #life #story

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the-masked-ram · 6 months ago

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A Perfect Place for a Pet- Kuroko x Akashi x Reader Commission

CW: NSFW, fem reader, poly relationship, pet/master, DDlg, impact play, knife play, some mild mentions of blood, mild breath play, collar/leash play, bondage, dubious consent, yandere, college AU, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, voyeurism, unsafe sex, breeding kink, abduction A/N: One of my favorite poly comms to write for the wonderful @crowned-peony. Such a great commissioner as per usual, and seriously it was so fun to write for these two KNB jocks <3 I don't get to write KNB nearly often enough Also I don't normally do this for my pieces but since this thing is a monster I will put the word count WC: 17+k

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Lunch on campus was never something extravagant. Sometimes it was sandwiches, sometimes it was soup, and sometimes it was something fancy that everyone looked forward to like pasta. But that fancy pasta wasn’t even truly fancy like what you made at home. Still today was one of those days, it was chicken alfredo, and you were thoroughly enjoying the creamy sauce with just the right amount of garlic.

A chocolate chip cookie sat off to the side of your tray, taunting you to hurry with your noodles so you could indulge in its sugary sweetness. Your friends sat on either side of you. People you’d found in the years during your college stay. People who supported you, one was eating a sandwich, one of those ones they made every morning and wrapped up for the day. The other was eating the same plate as you but had a bowl of fruit with it as well.

“So have you seen the new additions to the basketball team?” your friend to the right said.

“The ones who transferred over halfway through last year?” you asked.

She nodded, “They are so fucking gorgeous.”

She squirmed in her seat, and you didn’t blame her. They were beautiful, two men you’d watched from afar with barely disguised lust. Kuroko and Akashi, you’d heard their names in passing, you would never have the bravery to approach them on your own. Though Kuroko seemed friendly enough, he never left Akashi’s side, and that red head radiated cool confidence, so much of it that it cowed you from across the room. But oh, did you wish you could talk to them. You wished you had the pride and the confidence to walk up to them, tilt your head, bat your eyes, and draw them in with an innocent question. Still, you knew that would never be. That wasn’t who you were.

You were soft, shy, introverted though you craved attention. Perhaps you leaned toward being an ambivert. So, often you found yourself desperate for company to combat the loneliness you created within yourself. But that was hard when you so easily got overexerted and needed to recharge at home under a fluffy blanket with a book in hand and some TV show you’d seen hundreds of times playing in the background.

You didn’t realize that you’d garnered the interest of a pair of calculating red eyes.

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Kuroko had noticed though; it was hard not to when his friend and partner had been distracted. Akashi was never someone who let his attention stray too much from the subject at hand, even if that subject was just listening to Kuroko yammer on at lunch.

Once Tetsuya fell silent though he found his boyfriend’s attention wandering to the side, over his shoulder. Kuroko turned his head, though not even Seijuro seemed to notice him doing it. The taller college student didn’t even seem to be aware that his own attention had drifted. But it didn’t take long for Tetsuya to find the source of his distraction.

“Hmmm, she’s cute,” Kuroko said, his voice was the usual bland tone, but he never said something he didn’t mean.

Akashi blinked and turned his gaze back to his boyfriend before it drifted once more towards you, “Yeah, she is. But that’s not all it is. I just… haven’t figured her out yet.”

“I’ve missed you,” Kuroko said softly, reaching out to trail his fingers across the back of Akashi’s hand. “Maybe we need someone new. To keep us stable, we need to stop breaking up and then coming back together. Maybe… she….”

Tetsuya broke off when the three of you stood behind him and threw away the trash from your lunches. Your trajectory brought all of you right past the two boys’ table. The two girls that flanked you stared unabashedly at him and Akashi. But ever the quiet one in the center, you who had drawn the attention of his partner, kept your gaze ahead, only diverting it from the path you walked long enough to check your planner.

“She’s interesting,” Kuroko agreed and his blue, usually gentle eyes narrowed, showing a flicker of something darker.

“Would you like a pet? Tetsuya?” Seijuro asked.

Tetsuya laughed but there was desire in his expression as he watched you walk away. Your hips swayed and your thighs looked so soft, perfect for sinking his teeth into. It was as if all of you was meant to be bruised by the two of them. It was only too easy for his attention to be snagged once Akashi’s was. There was no reason for him to answer Akashi out loud, because when he looked back into his lover’s red eyes, he saw his own growing desires reflected tenfold.

--- “Who is she?” Kuroko asks from beside him.

Akashi looks at you as you sit across the room at your desk. A smile graces your features, both he and Tetsuya had found their attention wandering to you more and more. Their conversations often turn to you as the topic. Eventually, becoming part of their relationship wasn’t just an undiscussed desire. Now it had been picked apart to the minutia. There was very little wrong with the idea in their eyes. The only problem would be if you said no.

Seijuro, however, knew there were many ways to make you see their view. Yet, he wanted to do the one with the least likely failure rate.

“Do you actually know her?” Kuroko prodded again, pushing past Akashi’s thoughts.

Seijuro scoffed, “Of course I do. I wouldn’t want her otherwise. She’s from my shogi club.”

Tetsuya turned his blue eyes onto you again, curiosity sparking deep within them. The innocence shining on your face surprised him. Why would you be into a cutthroat and manipulative game like shogi? How could someone as bright and happy as you be good enough at it to capture his boyfriend’s attention?

Usually, the only people Akashi played shogi with were either himself or people extremely competitive. Could you be like that? Or was there something about your softness, your gentle energy that had ensnared the redhead?

“Pay attention! This is coming up on the test in a week,” the teacher said strictly, pointing to the chalkboard.

Akashi rolled his eyes toward the information, looked over at Kuroko who was idly writing it down, and then glanced down at you. Your notes were a mess from what scribbles he could see, and you were just adding to the clutter. Your panicked writing made no sense, but perhaps it did to you. He sure hoped it did since the test counted for a third of everyone’s grade. It was the closest thing to a final you’d all get in the class.

“Hmm,” Akashi hummed thoughtfully, and Tetsuya leaned over, trying to see what had caught his attention this time.

He narrowed his red eyes at his boyfriend, trying to move his shoulder out of Kuroko’s space so he could have some breathing room.

“What did you see?” the shorter man asked.

“I think I know of a way to approach her,” Seijuro murmured, resting his cheek on his knuckles as a cruel smirk curled his lips.

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You were scrambling desperately to gather all your notes together. Now, after everything towered in stacks of paper that threatened to fall at any moment, you needed to find the books. There were so many books, so many you didn’t even recognize the name of. How could you be this unprepared? You’d been in that class from day one, taking notes, scribbling things down that were both important and unimportant.

You sighed as you pulled down another book, your eyes scanned the first page and title when you realized that it wasn’t the one you needed. Just two more books, right? Just two more, you looked down at the paper seeing the other three were checked off.

How had you missed the warning for the test two weeks ago? These kinds of tests were usually given with at least three weeks’ notice. You felt like perhaps that was a day you were sick. Maybe that was a day when the anxiety was crushing you with so much brain fog you felt like you were drowning.

You weren’t sure, you couldn’t remember, and you felt like crying, like tearing your hair out and throwing a tantrum. But you couldn’t, once again, you couldn’t because it was painful to be seen with your lip wobbling like it was now and how your tears were filling your waterline. Your breath tried to hiccup in your chest, but you pushed it down instead, you swallowed it deep into your gut.

“You look like you’re struggling there, Little Rabbit,” a deep voice said from beside you.

You blinked and a single tear tracked its way down your cheek as you turned. A redhead stood next to you, leaning nonchalantly against the shelves. He tilted his head, and you recognized him as the one you and your friends were drooling over earlier.

The sound of footsteps scuffing the carpet beside the two of you caused you to turn again. This time you’d moved into half a circle as you stared at the boy with blue hair that so often seemed attached to this red head’s side.

“Don’t tease the Bunny, Akashi,” the newcomer said and reached out to wipe away the tear drying on your face.

You flinched, nerves flaring up in your mind again. It was like they were wolves in sheep’s clothing. You could see the soothing, innocent façade they put up but something inside you, some instinct twisted, screamed at you to run. You didn’t though, this happened often, this fear of the normal.

Normal… was it normal to wipe away a stranger’s tear? To subtly tease someone for having an anxiety attack about an upcoming test? But… was that what was really happening? There didn’t seem to be any malice behind their red and blue eyes. If there was… it had to be your imagination, right?

That tiny seed of doubt was easily smothered by a fistful of positivity. The desire you always carried with you, to believe the best in people. You smiled awkwardly, fragilely, as if something inside you was waiting to crack and you scrubbed your palm in frustration against the tear track that had already been cleared from your cheek.

“Sorry you had to see me like that,” you said, your eyes wandering back over your shoulder at the tall shelves of books. “I just… feel so overwhelmed this time around.”

“With Stearl’s class?” Kuroko asked, his attention following where your gaze fell.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m just barely holding onto my B in that class.”

You shook your head and disappointment showed in your face. Something dark gripped your heart. Self-hatred, anger, frustration, all pointed at yourself. How could you have let college get away from you so easily?

“We’re in that class too,” Akashi said nonchalantly, examining his cuticles before looking at you from underneath his lashes.

Kuroko looked over your shoulder and you watched his eye flick over the list in your hand before his long fingers pulled out a single book.

“This one has footnotes. It’s easier to understand,” he handed it to you with a bright smile curving his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes.

You looked down at the item in your hands, and then up at the two of them. Suddenly you weren’t scared of them, instead you just felt relief. This made your job just a bit easier.

“I know,” Akashi said slowly, as if he were testing the words on his tongue. “Why don’t you join our study group?”

Gratitude, sheer gratitude, flooded your system and tears threatened to break through your resolve once again. Kuroko grinned wider and this time a spark lit within his dimmed pupils.

“I think that’s the perfect solution Seijuro,” there was a lilt of mischief in his voice that you didn’t pick up.

You were too stuck on trying not to cry as that feeling of overwhelming relief broke away your stress. Your hands shook a bit but all you could do was bow your head.

“Thank you, I don’t know how to repay you,” you murmured.

“Bring some cookies,” Kuroko chirped.

“Play me in shogi again,” Akashi said.

You laughed, it was watery and weak, but it was real. Tension melted away from your body and you nodded in agreement to their terms.

---

It had gone so smoothly, and Akashi leaned back in the chair at the fast-food restaurant with a confident, near arrogant, smirk dancing across his lips. He knew it would happen, but he didn’t realize how effortlessly you would mold to their whims. He watched with affectionately narrowed eyes as you and Tetsuya ordered a second set of drinks at the counter.

You shook your head at something and threw your head back to laugh. It showed off the line of your beautifully curved throat and Akashi’s mouth watered. He wanted to bite your flesh, mark it, bruise it, draw just a bead of blood, and let the world know you were owned.

He turned his attention back to the books and papers spread out on the small table in front of him. He couldn’t let himself lose control in public. He shifted in his seat, hoping the half chub growing in his pants would go down as his eyes began to scan over the study plans, he’d made for you. He and Kuroko were both fine, knew the material down pat, but it was easy enough to act like they needed to study.

The sound of feet squeaking over tile had his attention snapping up to find the two of you walking back. Kuroko held two drinks and you were sucking on a straw that was in a milkshake topped high with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Your eyes were glowing as you smiled at Seijuro around the plastic between your lips. He met your positivity as best as he could.

There was something about the innocence you held so easily in your expression when you looked at him. He felt things he shouldn’t creep along the back of his neck, whispered words he should never think brushed through his mind. But Akashi didn’t push them away. He didn’t ignore them like a sane person would. Instead, he embraced them. He embraced the fact that every fiber in his being wanted to keep you caged, safe, and where he and Tetsuya could have you at their fingertips whenever they wanted.

“We got you something,” Kuroko said, pressing a coke into Akashi’s palm with a meaningful look.

That quiet stare said Seijuro’s intentions were shining through, and he needed to get a handle on himself. He shot his partner a secretive smile and took a sip from his drink to try and get his wandering mind under control.

“Alright, are we ready to start again?” Tetsuya asked with excitement threading through his bland tone as he sat down.

You nodded, finally taking one last sip of your milkshake and setting it aside. The rest of the session went well, just like the other two had before that. Slowly the three of you had moved away from meeting up at the school to meeting up at a public place outside of it. And even more slowly, Akashi was setting up the board to box you in, steal your territory until you had no hope but to bend to his and Tesuya’s will.

As you packed up, a smile of relief curved your lips, and a sigh left you so strongly that your entire body seemed to melt with it.

“I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you two, you know?” you said jovially, as you swung your shoulder bag over your neck and fixed the protective pad into place.

“It’s no trouble for us, really,” Kuroko said, brushing off the gratitude without a thought. “We’d be studying anyway.”

Akashi knew it was a down and out lie, but he hid his smile by taking the straw from his Coke into his mouth and picking up his bag. Kuroko shifted until his backpack sat correctly and the three of you walked out of the restaurant together.

“We just have time for one more meet up before the test,” you said.

“Do you feel prepared?” Seijuro asked.

You shook your head, “I’m not sure I ever will feel confident, but I think I’m as close to it as possible. This last session will just be making sure I have everything locked tight away in there.”

You knocked your knuckles against your skull. Tetsuya shared a look with Akashi, one the red head had seen often but wasn’t quite sure where his boyfriend was going with it this time.

“Let’s do the last session at our place,” Kuroko motioned between him and Seijuro.

Akashi smiled easily. Sometimes Kuroko’s calculating side even surprised him. But he knew ultimately how dark the corners of Tetsuya’s mind could get. Especially when he wanted something, and he could see it in those blue eyes, Kuroko wanted you.

Akashi wasn’t sure if it was as bad as he did, but it didn’t matter, they were both on the same page, which meant they would work in perfect tandem. Just like they could on the court. They were a team that could put everyone else to shame. Akashi would always take advantage of that; he loved having the upper hand.

“You sure?” you asked, blinking up at the two of them as you finished slurping down your milkshake.

Akashi nodded in agreement, “Of course, it’ll make it so we can study longer.”

You fell silent for a moment, your brow furrowed in that way he recognized during shogi matches when there was several moves you could make, and you had to think things over. Finally, though you met both of their eyes and nodded confidently.

As they dropped you off at the bus stop, Akashi watched you leave with narrowed eyes and Koroko waved you away with his signature emotionless face.

“I like her,” Tetsuya said, finally turning to his boyfriend.

“I can tell,” Akashi scoffed.

“Don’t act like you don’t feel the same,” Kuroko sighed as they began to walk in the opposite direction than where your bus had gone.

“I never said I don’t feel the same. But it’s not just that I like her,” Akashi said slowly, carefully. “It’s that I want her. I’m tired of waiting. We should show her how perfect it can be, with the three of us together.”

Tetsuya glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but slowly a small smile perked the corners of his lips.

“I think you’re right,” he finally agreed, his fingers worming their way between Seijuro’s despite the red head’s dislike for public displays of affection.

Still Akashi didn’t drop his hand, instead he silently squeezed the smaller man’s palm. This would make everything better; you were the cornerstone they needed.

“So, you’re ready then?” Akashi asked.

“You’re being unusually worried about my feelings on this matter,” Tetsuya said.

Seijuro rolled his eyes, “This is something that will change the whole dynamic.”

“Only for the better,” Kuroko whispered, his words carrying the weight of a promise. “I swear nothing, but good things will happen from this.”

Akashi felt a flare of nerves, something foreign to him. He’d seen all the possible outcomes to this. Still, this was so different, they’d never crossed the threshold of bringing another into their relationship. It had always been just them when they were together. Yet, he knew you’d be perfect. You were perfect. Just like Tetsuya was, with the two of you together he would have everything he needed. The both of them would have everything to complete their bond.

Akashi trusted Kuroko’s blind faith in what would happen. Tetsuya had never steered him wrong before.

---

Akashi’s flat was large and beautiful. It didn’t surprise you, though, considering both him and Tetsuya were in America on a scholarship. However, you had learned from Akashi himself the more you spent time with them, that his family was well off even back in his home country.

Tetsuya stayed with him on occasion but there was no inclination they actually lived together full time. The common space was large and open, not even the kitchen was walled off by anything more than the island that served as a table. There were a few aesthetics from Japan but not much. Most of it was art, a shogi board, and a couple sitting pillows around a lowered table where the game sat.

You stood still in the entry way, uncertain if you were supposed to take off your shoes. But when your eyes fell on the shoe rack and then noticed Akashi toeing his sneakers off you got your answer. You were too focused on unlacing your ankle boots to notice both boys give you an approving look.

When you stood up straight, Akashi was already moving into the house and Tetsuya was holding out his hand to you. His face was emotionless even though he had his head cocked curiously to the side. You smiled, comforted by his familiar actions and slipped your hand lightly into his. He gripped you gently and led you over the threshold.

What you noticed strangely was that he didn’t let go of you once the two of you were inside. Neither he nor Akashi addressed it either. They acted instead like it was completely normal.

Your stomach fluttered with embarrassment and your eyes skipped away from them. You felt like Kuroko holding your hand meant something more than just leading you inside, offering your comfort, or even simple flirting. You felt an excited tension in the air you couldn’t name, though you were certain you were just imagining it. At least that was what you convinced yourself.

You pushed your anxieties away, instead forcing yourself to enjoy your time with the two of them even though you were all there to study. All of you took a stool around the island with glasses filled with water as you prepared to tackle the books once again.

It was an easy study session. You knew most of the material already, like you said last time, it really was just about making sure you had it all memorized. Once making sure it was easily at the tips of your fingers, Akashi and you found yourselves around the shogi table playing a game while Kuroko made lunch. It was strange having someone else wait on you, bring you something to drink, make you food, and make sure you were entertained, when that was what you were used to doing. It was strange but you didn’t dislike it. In fact, you wanted to relish in it.

As the quiet click of shogi tiles hitting the board filled the living room, the sound of something else slowly began to take over. Something from the outside that reminded you of an awful lot of shogi games. Your eyes dragged over to the window just a few feet down the wall. Water rolled outside the glass, it was small drops at first, but within just a minute of you watching it the trails turned fat and the rain became violent. You’d be soaked as soon as you stepped outside.

Your face fell, you could feel the sensation start in your expression and swoop all the way to your chest and then through to your toes. You hadn’t brought an umbrella. Everything in you knew you would be shivering and sopping wet by the time you got home. You didn’t even have anything more than a thin sweatshirt to keep you warm.

Your wide eyes turned to Akashi who was looking calmly at the window. The time you were supposed to leave was ticking closer. You only had an hour.

“Stay here until it stops, maybe it’s a quick passing storm,” Tetsuya said as he placed some late lunch down at the table and Akashi moved the shogi board carefully to the side.

Not a single piece slid out of place, and it reminded you that Seijuro was careful with everything he did in life. He planned everything out. So, this sudden change in weather and you uprooting the rest of his day must have been upsetting him despite him not showing it.

“I’ll leave soon,” you said quickly, starting to make a grab for your bag. “I should leave before it gets worse.”

Akashi turned to look at you, his eyes narrowed, his voice stern when he spoke, “You should stay. At least eat lunch, we will how things look after.”

Your spine stiffened under his intimidating stare, but everything inside you screamed to agree. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to soften his gaze.

“Okay,” you murmured.

A small smile broke out on his face, “Good, Bunny.”

The two words were barely a whisper, but you weren’t far away from him. With no more sound than the muffled torrent outside, there was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. You blinked at him blankly, even though your stomach shivered with an excitement you couldn’t place. A mild embarrassment tried to take over you, but you refused to let it. There was no reason for you to be affected so much, right?

Instead, you forced yourself to turn your attention to Kuroko, whose face was unusually soft, slightly excited, and a smile tweaked his lips, an expression you realized he only showed to those he trusted. An expression you’d seen before. His gaze was on both you and his boyfriend and though part of you was unnerved by both their attentions focused on you, it was wiped away by the fluttering happiness you felt at being under their stares. You shouldn’t crave their affections so much, but with both their expressions so warm, you couldn’t help it.

Slowly, without feeling so much shame and guilt, the three of you worked your way through your lunch. It was a warm soup, something that filled your stomach on the cold day. It caused your lids to lower and a comfortable drowsiness to take over. Your mind slowly fogged and eventually Tetsuya seemed to notice.

“You look like you need a nap,” he murmured as he leaned near you to scoop up the empty bowl.

You blinked up at them and shook your head, “No, I-I’m okay.”

Even to your biased ears though, your words sounded unconvincing stuttered by a large yawn.

Akashi scoffed, “Don’t lie to us, Rabbit.”

Once again, the use of the Bunny and rabbit to describe you. You turned your attention to the redhead, but you didn’t hate the nicknames. In fact, there was a part of you, not as hidden or pushed away into the dark corners of your mind as it should be, that squirmed with pleasure as he said those names and looked at you like a wolf that would devour you whole. You wanted to be that scared little Bunny for him, you wanted to be a fluffy little creature on Kuroko’s lap as he spoiled you and brushed your hair. But you were nothing but a study buddy for them.

You nervously ducked your head until finally you heard Akashi clear his throat and Kuroko chuckle from behind you. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach, erupted through your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t swallow for a moment. You were too distracted from the way heat was scorching through your body and you were desperately trying to keep your gaze focused on your lap.

It didn’t matter though, you wanted to please them, it was such a natural instinct. You couldn’t fight it, and as you felt the heavy weight of both their stares continue expectantly, you finally lifted your eyes.

“Do you need to sleep?” Akashi asked, pressing the issue Tetsuya had brought up.

His red eyes narrowed, and lips thinned, you knew there was no way out of this. You didn’t understand the situation, but you knew they were laying down something. They were both in on a plan that you had no idea what even the basic outline was. The bricks of it were surrounding you and you felt nerves trickle through your veins, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

It felt like you were surrounded by hungry and slobbering wolves just waiting for you to break into a run so they could chase you down and devour you. And why did that imagery cause your thighs to squeeze together?

“Yeah,” you croaked, before clearing your throat with a firm nod. “Yeah, I do. Or I at least need to lay down for a bit if you two don’t mind.”

Your gaze cut to the side.

“We have just the spot for you,” Kuroko said, a tiny lilt lifting his usually deadpan voice.

You blinked up at them in surprise, but Seijuro was already standing, holding out his hand to you with a look of passive impatience on his face. Right… right, this was Akashi, you needed to acquiesce to his needs, his desires, or else that switch you’d seen on the courts might flip.

“I don’t just let anyone touch me you know,” he murmured, and you wondered if you supposed to hear it.

He’d spoken so quietly and not once glanced at you after as he led you down the hall, hand-in-hand, that you assumed he was just saying it to himself. Though the thought you’d been gifted something special like physical contact by Akashi was enough to cause your breath to catch. You didn’t realize that wasn’t a common thing for him.

Neither of them talked as they led you to a door. It was across from an open room which looked like the main bedroom of the apartment. You glanced over your shoulder through the doorway at the room that was obviously shared between the two of them.

Soon enough though your attention was drawn back to the closed door in front of you as you heard the click of the doorknob turn. Akashi was stepping through the entry way, and from what you could tell it was just another bedroom. It seemed unused for the most part and with gentle coaxing from Tetsuya’s hands at your back you stepped through the doorway.

The room was not as normal as you first thought. In the corner was a tall cage, dropping from the ceiling and going all the way to the floor. There was gauzy pink fabric laced through the top parts of the bar woven with fairy lights that were colored by the gauze. Inside the cage was a floor futon inside something that reminded you of a bright pink dog kennel, piled high with squishy looking pillows and stuffed animals, almost able to hide the chains and collar.

Your footsteps stopped and your heartbeat sped up. Were you supposed to ignore it? Was this something the two of them were into? You swallowed hard. How did you react to this?

The sound of the door snapping closed behind you caused your head to swipe towards the movement. Kuroko was locking it tightly in place. Panic gripped you and your eyes skipped to the knob, noticing that you would need a key to unlock it. Fear, but… you shouldn’t be afraid of them, right? Yet… they had no reason to lock that door. There was no way to talk yourself out of this. There was no way to defend them.

“Actually, I don’t think… I think I’m just going to go,” you said, taking a step back, towards that firmly locked door. You looked in front of you, with the desperate need to know where Akashi was and realized the red head wasn’t there.

“Now, now, we went through all this trouble to set this up for you, Little Rabbit,” he said, his words being spoken just inches away from your neck.

You could feel his breath roll across your skin and you shivered. Before you could turn, he gave you a hard shove toward the open door of the massive cage and you toppled onto the bed. You huffed out a groan as you felt a warm heavy weight press into your back, coupled by the sharp pressure of something cool and thin against your fragile throat.

You swallowed and felt the prick of a blade. That was the distinct coldness against your throat. You shouldn’t be turned on, you shouldn’t feel your stomach warm, and your thighs press needily together. Warm wetness dripped from your cunt, and you hated that you felt this way. Yet, you couldn’t deny that the dangerous weapon controlling you while the heat of the body against your back was a wonderful contrast.

“Hm?” Akashi’s sinful voice sounds from behind the two of you. “That’s interesting, she’s squirming, but almost like… do you enjoy feeling so helpless, Little Rabbit?”

Tetsuya chuckled lowly, a sound you never thought you’d ever hear from him. It was vicious, so dangerous, teetering on the edge of insanity. You felt the point of the knife spin against your flesh, taunting you. That light prick, the soft pressure warned you what a precarious position you were in. These two men wanted something from you, and your mind could easily fill in the blanks now that your desire to defend them had been brushed away.

It was easy to tell their plans for you were anything but innocent. You just didn’t know quite how dark things would get. And you hated yourself because despite all the unknowns making your stomach knot there was another sensation growing stronger by the minute. The fear mixed terribly with your growing arousal, making heat flush through you and your head grew light, floating away from all rationality.

You swallowed carefully, feeling the knife dig in just a bit more as your throat bobbed. Your fingers dug into the plush blanket beneath you as you felt him drag the flat of the cold steel down your neck to your clavicle. Kuroko’s nose pressed against the base of your neck, and he inhaled.

There was the sound of heavy, calculated footsteps and the jingling of metal from somewhere nearby. You felt a cool touch on your ankles. Cold skin touching the flushed heat of your body, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to welcome it as a grounding sensation or jerk your ankle away. The knife shifted onto its edge just between your breasts and you whimpered.

You felt a light weight and thick material encompass your ankle. That gentle tinkling happened again and then whatever that material was, tightened. Fuck they were cuffing you. You moaned softly before biting it back.

“Such a lovely voice,” Kuroko crooned, his normally placid tone turning sharp just like the blade in his hand. “Move Tetsuya,” Seijuro said from beside you this time.

You wanted to turn your head. You wanted to see why he was beside you, but you couldn’t. Both your feet now felt heavy and trapped. Yet, there was still the tinkle of metal from where Akashi was. You felt Kuroko shift to the other side of you, but that knife only moved to press lightly and directly under your jaw.

You wanted to swallow, wanted to push back against the chilling feeling of the blade just barely digging into your fragile skin. Instead, you stayed frozen.

Suddenly you were being lifted to your knees and your wide eyes could see Akashi kneeling in front of you. He held a beautiful leather collar, baby pink and butter soft. The buckle had a lock on it, which he held the delicate key to in his hand as he moved around Kuroko’s wrist and carefully slid the fur-lined collar around your neck.

“Perfect,” he smiled, but it was a mixture of affectionate and cruelty as he closed the buckle and locked it close. “The perfect pet.”

His eyes finally met yours and you knew from the way he looked at you, he wouldn’t hurt you, as long as you did what he wanted. As long as you listened to both of them.

Kuroko’s finger traced the line of the leather around the back of your neck, and you shivered, forcing down a whine. Feeling both their attention so heavy and hot on you was enough to override the terror and now all you felt was a squirming desire to be taken. Your mouth watered and your eyes turned glossy, Akashi’s smile sharpened.

“She’s ready,” he said.

That feral lust inside you leapt at the thought that maybe they’d both would give you what you needed, at the same time. Yet, your hopes were immediately dashed as Akashi stepped away. You twisted for a moment, struggling against the chains holding you captive.

A small sting smarted at the spot where the knife was and Kuroko’s voice purred in your ear, “Ah, ah, only when we say so.”

You knew he’d nicked you. It should have made you terrified again, it should have cooled the lust licking at your veins, but it didn’t. Instead, it just fed the flames. They burned harder, ate away at your sanity and begged for more. The tiny amount of pain from that small cut did nothing but make you aware how much you wanted these men. You weren’t sure when it happened. When it grew beyond admiring from afar to this dark sin you didn’t acknowledge until you were quite literally caged in their room. But it was now something you couldn’t escape. You were just as twisted as them.

When they both left you with nothing more than a couple of pets and a chaste kiss on your forehead from Tetsuya, you felt they were stomping on your heart. That they were pouring cold water over your head. They were leaving you. Immediately you stood to follow them, but the chains rattled noisily just within a few steps. You swallowed and the lust disappeared, the realization you were truly captive dawned on you.

“Stay here, be good,” Seijuro said from the other side of the bars as he locked the cage closed. “You won’t want for anything while you’re here with us.”

You didn’t deny that everything he said wasn’t a lie, that he meant every single word. You wouldn’t need anything, they would fulfill your desires, your needs, and possibly give you things you’d never known you wanted. From the way both their eyes dragged over your form before they left, you knew they wouldn’t leave you alone for long.

You turned on the spot, your eyes roving the space they’d created for you once again. The futon looked so soft despite the fact it was stuffed into an even smaller cage, you hadn’t been able to truly appreciate it before and when you crawled into it you luxuriated in the way it cradled you. How the blankets in it were both fluffy and silky, and how you had more plump pillows and stuffed animals than you could ever want or need. The pillows and plushies actually spilled out the small door onto the floor.

You pulled out a lamb that fit perfectly in your arms and before you knew it the weights around your neck and ankles no longer felt strange and uncomfortable. Instead, they easily became soothing and welcoming, they made you feel something you never knew you needed, you felt owned.

---

“She’s perfect, you were right,” Tetsuya sighed, nearly melting into the chair of the living room.

“I’m always right,” Akashi responded with an arrogant smile.

“What should we make her for dinner?” Kuroko asked, his placid façade back.

“You want to celebrate, don’t you?” Seijuro frowned.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to Sei,” the smaller of the two said, a spark of mischief glowing dimly in his blue eyes.

It was so hard for most people to see emotions in Kuroko unless he let them. But Akashi had known him long enough, soon you would too. Akashi was certain there would come a time where you would be like this with the two of them. Where all three of you could be in the same room, you could stay unchained if you wanted, though maybe he’d keep that collar on you, you looked good in pink.

Days passed, just a few but Akashi was certain it felt like weeks to you from the way you kept asking about school, about when you’d be let out. You promised you wouldn’t run away, he scoffed when you said that. You had no reason to, you were fed, clean, didn’t have to worry about paying rent or doing homework or studying for tests, you didn’t have to worry about socializing beyond with them. You lived without stress and instead were pampered.

Kuroko made sure you were well fed, and he made your favorites regularly, Akashi bathed you and brushed your hair, and just as you’d stopped asking to leave the cage, just as you’d started to adjust was when things changed. Akashi had planned it that way though. He wanted to keep you on your toes, just like with shogi.

The two of them walked into your room and Kuroko produced the key with a flourish. They didn’t hold anything beyond a bottle of water, and you looked up from your coloring book with a curious head tilt.

“Hi!” you squeaked. “Why… what’s going on?”

Kuroko snorted out a quiet laugh from beside Seijuro. Akashi however, rolled his eyes, you were still a little shy. However, after today’s experiment, perhaps you would open up more. If not then, it would only take a little more time, they would make sure of that.

“Don’t be so shy, Bunny, we aren’t going to eat you,” Tetsuya teased, his darker side coming out to play. “Well, not if you don’t want us to. I’m sure you taste delicious, though.”

His gaze raked over you and even Akashi knew how invasive it felt to be under that lustful stare. Though Kuroko tended to submit to Seijuro, that didn’t mean he didn’t crave his boyfriend. And when Tetsuya desired someone, he made it known.

The room was heavy, thick, the air so humid with sin it was hard to breathe. From the way your breasts jumped with your heaving breaths, Tetsuya could tell you felt it too. Neither of them had to say anything, just the way they stared, the way they moved into the larger cage and circled around you, made you instinctually aware of how vulnerable you were to their wants and needs.

Yet, from the way you didn’t move more than to your knees, the way you tilted your chin up to expose your delicate throat despite the knife Kuroko had held to it just a few days ago, and the way your eyes softened, Tetsuya knew you wanted this just as much as they did. His fingers twitched at his side, hungry to touch you, to explore your soft curves.

Something was exchanged between the two of them. Akashi caught Tetsuya’s eye and he watched the movement of his boyfriend’s hand as he motioned silently to you and nodded once. You stared, unwilling to ask the question that likely lingered upon your tongue.

“You sure?” Kuroko asked.

“You’re always gentler than I am,” Seijuro smiled, though there was a tinge of bitterness in his red eyes.

Your attention bounced between them. There was a slight frenetic energy in the way your fingers twisted around each other, but that was the only sign you were truly nervous. Seijuro wasn’t sure if you were just ignorant or brave. Did you trust them? You shouldn’t, though they would never intentionally hurt you, their motives were far from pure.

Tetsuya turned to you and crouched onto your level. You looked so small, so soft, and he wanted to grip your thick thighs and plush breasts. He wanted to bury himself in your cunt, in your scent, and surround himself in your flesh.

“Will you watch?” he asked without looking over his shoulder.

“Of course,” Akashi responded, and your eyes darted over Kuroko’s back to watch the other man sit down. “Focus on Tetsuya.”

His words guided you to look back at the blue haired man in front of you and forced you to wait. At first, he just stared at you, taking your breath away with the intensity of the emotions he so often held back. His hands lifted then, touched your jaw, gently thumbed the small scab that was the result of his blade, and he smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry things went so far. I got a bit excited last time,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. “I promise to take things slower this time.”

You nodded, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you knew you wanted to put him at ease, “Of course. I trust you.”

Did you? Did you really trust him? Tetsuya searched your features for a moment, looking for a lie laying beyond. He found none, so he praised you with a kiss. It was chaste at first, testing the waters. Yet when you didn’t pull away, when you didn’t fight, he pressed his tongue forward to trace the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth on a moan and he eagerly took advantage to taste you.

Strawberries, you’d been eating some sort of candy that tasted specifically like artificial, too sweet strawberries. It fit you. You were sugary, luscious, a fruit waiting to be picked. Waiting to be sampled by him. His tongue swept forward in long hungry licks. You felt like he was claiming you even more than the chains and collar had. You felt like he was taking over every part of you.

Not just your tongue, not just your mouth, but your teeth, your breath, he stole every word you could possibly speak or any sound you could make. He took your thoughts like they were nothing but wisps of air for him to inhale. You were nothing right now, but an object created for him. You were his pet, and he would split you open and show you just who you belonged to.

The sound of Akashi relaxing against the chair behind him pushed Kuroko to tilt your head when he placed his palm firmly around your skull. He encouraged you to open wider for him, to give him more. Every shiver that escaped you he claimed with a curve of his lips. He pressed closer until you were leaning back, until eventually you were laying down and he was balanced on his forearms above you.

He finally broke away from you and the way you looked at him, the way your chest heaved with shallow breaths and your breasts brushed against his shirt, had his hips grinding against your thigh. His knee found purchase between your legs so he could roll the length of his leg along your cunt, watching your eyes roll and your hands grasp for an anchor. He became that safety in the storm that was growing inside you. You held onto him for dear life, and he watched as your lids fluttered in a desperate attempt to stay open.

“Give in,” he breathed, his voice a raspy growl because, goddamn, you were beautiful.

You shook your head, “I want…”

You swallowed heavily; he could see the bob of your throat as it worked around words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Your eyes met his defiantly, though your lids were half closed and heavy, you refused to do as he said. He smirked and tilted his head, intrigued by your sudden desire to fight him on this.

“What do you want?” Kuroko pushed.

You gulped again and he watched as your strung-out mind searched for the answer he was looking for. He watched you struggle for a bit. There was a part of him that enjoyed watching you want to please him, he bet Akashi liked it even more. The sadist.

“I want more,” you finally answered. “I need you.”

Did you even know what you really wanted? Tetsuya felt like he knew what you needed more than you did. He could see it in your fluttering gaze and parted lips. You wanted to feel more, you wanted to know who you belonged to. You wanted to be owned even more than you already were.

“You need this,” he corrected and sank his teeth into the thick muscle on the side of your neck.

At first you stiffened under him, whimpered, before going lax and moaning. It all happened within a handful of seconds, and it was enough to make his mouth water. When Kuroko was certain there was a strong set of teeth imprints on your flesh, he moved lower, lapping over the stinging skin before dropping to the lingerie you now wore all the time.

You’d been gifted a lacey pink and white baby doll for the first bath. It was Tetsuya’s preference. The one you wore now, with black and red trim was Akashi’s. You never wore anything different unless you got cold, then often you had a set of knee-high socks and a robe of some sort. But always a set of lingerie underneath. Therefore, their collection had grown exponentially.

You looked beautiful underneath him, wrapped up in sinful colors with a lustful sheen to your eyes. He dropped to the swells of your breasts and sucked a dark mark into each of them, something that would turn into a bruise, something that would blossom into another sign of ownership. Those too were surrounded by his teeth prints, like macabre rose petals painted on your skin.

Seijuro shifted behind Kuroko and though he didn’t say anything, Tetsuya could sense his impatience. There was a reason, Akashi had told him to go first. Though he could exercise patience, especially when he wanted to and when he won something out of it, with you in front of him, his foreplay would be far less gentle than Kuroko’s.

Tetsuya scraped his teeth down your sternum as he opened the lacings in the front of this particular baby doll. It made for easy removal. The fragile cloth fell away, opening up and sliding down to bare you to him, catching around your shoulders.

“Look at that,” Kuroko drew in a sharp breath, shooting you a look under his lashes. “Such a perfect picture, all splayed out for me.”

Akashi clicked his tongue.

“Ah, sorry Seijuro, us. For us,” Kuroko smiled mischievously above you.

He was doing this on purpose, dancing along the line of pressing Akashi too much and not enough. He wanted to see if his boyfriend would break, would he eventually drop his own rule and join them when he couldn’t take it anymore? Kuroko wanted to see that. Some petty part of him, dark and hidden away, wanted to see Akashi shatter because he never did. Seijuro was constantly composed.

Even now, when Tetsuya looked over his shoulder, he saw the aching erection in Akashi’s pants, something that the other man resolutely ignored. Instead, his chin balanced on the knuckles of his hand as he observed you and Kuroko intently, refusing to miss a single second.

Tetsuya turned back to you when you wriggled under him, impatience beginning to take over your sounds and slowly a slight, yet persistent whine began to crawl up your throat. He chuckled and leaned back to land a sharp smack on the top of your thigh. You squeaked and instantly fell silent.

“Remember, I know what you need,” he growled.

Akashi hummed his approval, and he watched as Kuroko nearly basked in the small sound. It was interesting because Tetsuya never let himself go like this with anyone but him. A small part of Seijuro was jealous, just for a moment, before he remembered both of you belonged to him.

His fingernails dug into the arms of the chair, into the flesh of his palm, as Kuroko leaned over you and dragged the pads of his fingers up your thighs until he could press them back. Your knees touched your chest and exposed your always uncovered pussy to the air. You shivered and your legs naturally fought back against Tetsuya’s hold, until his palm cracked against your ass.

“Stop squirming,” he hissed.

All that softness that he’d shown earlier had disappeared like smoke in the wind. Now it was harsh, madness unprotected by the fluff of affection. You shuddered under the heat of his strike and nodded, your eyes glistened with tears at the corners and yet that crazed excitement that drove Tetsuya in these times caused him to bounce back with a smile.

“Good,” he purred, rolling a wet tongue over the sting of his handprint. “I just want you to let me take care of you.”

People always assumed Akashi was the most unhinged of the two of them. Yet, when Tetsuya truly let go, Seijuro almost wondered if he was worse. Was it all the holding back? Did it just drive him to the brink every time, making him almost lose his mind once he finally acted like he wanted to?

At his words Akashi saw you relax under Tetsuya. Every desire to fight left you. It’s like you turned to a melted puddle of putty. Still moldable, still handleable, but so much more accepting and welcoming of the touch that wanted you to listen. Tetsuya sighed into the crook of your knee as he placed your ankle of his shoulder.

His movements turned to lax and lazy, and he dragged his wide hands over your curves. He relished the sensation of your plush and soft skin. His eyes focused on yours, devouring the way you couldn’t quite meet his stare but wouldn’t look away completely either. You were stuck somewhere in limbo, glancing occasionally at his eyes, his lips, and the bob of his throat.

He ducked his head, licking his lower lip as his palm dragged up, only stopping long enough to heft the weight of your breast in it and then thumb your nipple. Then it slipped along your sternum until he gently wrapped it around the soft part of your neck, just under your jaw, and used a small amount of pressure to force you to tilt your mouth up to meet his.

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Yet, Tetsuya stopped just half an inch short of pressing your lips together. He stopped and hovered above you, letting your breath mingle, letting his eyes get lost in yours, and letting this strange intimacy build until it felt like you were drowning in the weight of it. It was strange. The passion in the breadth of a minute was headier than the kiss just moments before. Was it the waiting? Was it the yearning? You couldn’t reach out though. You wouldn’t. You knew better than to ask. You wanted to wait like this and let the desire build just as much as he did.

You swallowed and Akashi cleared his throat once more, and finally with a smirk quirking his lips again, Kuroko kissed you. You moaned, loud and unabashed into it. Your voice was so strong that it broke past the barrier of your fused mouths. Tetsuya couldn’t swallow it all and that made his movements all the more eager. His hand left your neck, his tongue slipped past your teeth, and his fingers trailed to right above your clit’s hood.

Your hips bucked slightly of their own accord. You whined desperately, fingernails finding his shoulder blades and scrabbling to find purchase and an anchor within his flesh. He hissed and pressed further into you until you were certain your joints would pop and maybe your bones would break. However, if this was how you would crack, if this was how you would die, smothered by love no matter how twisted and dark it was, you were happy for it to happen.

Finally, his touch gave you what you needed. It circled your swollen nub experimentally, searching for the pressure, the stimulation that would have you squirming and screaming and so out of your mind not even his words of reprimand could control you. Not even Akashi would be able to control you.

It wasn’t hard for him to find it either, it seemed like within seconds he was pulling breathless words from you, “Oh god, oh Tetsu. Please more, there, don’t stop.”

It all ran together and was barely coherent, he’s pulled back to watch you through his beautifully thick eyelashes. It was perfection to feel the weight of his gaze. But you wanted, no you needed more. You looked to the side, to where Seijuro sat and one of those hands that was grasping at Kuroko reached out to him. It begged for his attention.

“Akashi,” you whispered, still too scared to say his first name out loud.

His eyes had never left the two of you, you had his attention. Yet, you wanted more, you were greedy right now. You wanted his touch, his kiss, and to feel his breath.

“Please,” you murmured hoarsely.

It was barely loud enough for him to hear, but with the only sound your labored gasps and the clicking of your slick as Kuroko worked over your clit, Seijuro tilted his head curiously. You knew he’d heard you just fine. He smirked.

“Not yet, Rabbit,” he responded.

You shivered as he used that name, as his gravelly voice stroked over your heated skin. Goosebumps rippled over your flesh, and you cried out as you came. It wasn’t too hard, but you knew with the sensitivity it brought it would only be a matter of time before you were orgasming again and again, and harder and harder.

Kuroko grinned, “Isn’t he mean?”

He burrowed his lips into your neck again, only to trail down your skin to different places leaving kisses in his wake. A trail of heat and cooling saliva caused more bumps to jump to the surface only this time on your ribs where he lovingly placed nips and tiny kitten licks.

You could feel it all in hyper definition. It was too much, your nerves burned, they sparked with lightning, too much sensation bounced between your skin and muscle fibers, and you just needed it to stop for a moment. Your hips shifted away from his seeking fingers, still plucking at your clit. Yet Tetsuya didn’t relent. He wanted to hear you moan and scream more.

“Tetsu,” you breathed harshly, your fingers curled into your palm, and you pushed your closed fists against his chest.

You wedged your hands in against his broad body and insistently pressed against his hard muscles. You needed a moment; your mind and body were frying. You felt like you were catching fire, your lungs couldn’t bring in enough oxygen and there was a prickling sensation in them.

“Tetsu!” you cried insistently.

Akashi growled, “Listen to her, Tetsuya.”

Kuroko sighed and pulled back, and though he was obviously against giving you a break, concern etched between his brows as he observed your distressed features. There was a moment where a hiccupping sob tried to tumble past your trembling lips. It tried to rip another cry from you, but Tetsuya kissed your temple, lingered there and you could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I got carried away.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Just… too much. Want it inside instead.”

He pulled back, considered your face again, looked over at your lone observer and then looked at you again, “Yeah?”

You nodded firmly, blinking away the sting of tears. He murmured his affection, kissed down your soft stomach and then ended at your sticky cunt. He spread your lips and you once again tried to close your thighs around his head, so aware of the two pairs of eyes on you. Kuroko didn’t let you though, instead he spread you wider, lifted your hips off the ground and lapped over your twitching hole without a warning.

You sucked in a sharp breath, it was almost too cold for your lungs, you were worried you’d start coughing. Yet, his tongue was slipping inside your clenching walls soon enough, stealing any oxygen from your chest that might have caused a problem. Instead, your back arched, lifting your hips further towards his mouth and you cried out in approval as your hand immediately fisted in his blue hair.

It was so warm, so slick, his spit only adding to the mess you’d made of yourself. A frothy mixture of his fluids and yours covered your labia, covered his lips and chin, and Tetsuya only seemed too eager to lap it up. His tongue curled inside you, probing and searching for any spot he could reach that would make your eyes cross. He was too good at this. Your toes curled in pleasure, and you tugged at his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to your skin, smothering him in your scent and between your thighs. Kuroko would happily die here though.

Sparks shifted behind your closed eyelids, that tension in your body snapped and you ground down against his tongue. Gasps shuddered from your chest, pulled by his talented mouth and you finally, finally felt everything drifting away from you. All your worries, at least for that moment, right after the peak of your climax.

Soon your walls had opened again and stopped convulsing with tiny shocks of the vestiges of your orgasm. He could sense it too because right when you widened and relaxed a bit more he pulled back despite your whines and desperate manipulation of his head. He curled one arm around your thigh so he could hold you still, and then pushed his other set of fingers into you.

Two at once, filling you but then he added his slick tongue to your sensitive clit. Steady strokes, pressing intently until you were rolling your pelvis against his face, chasing that sensation more and more. Akashi chuckled and your tear coated eyes sought him out. His cock was so hard you could see the imprint through the bleary vision you currently had. It was thick and heavy, pressing insistently against his jeans. Yet he didn’t touch himself, he tilted his head, still carefully perched on his knuckles and narrowed his eyes at you in a strange mix of affection and approval. The way his attention sank into you like Tetsuya’s teeth had done just moments before, it pushed you closer to your next peak.

Then you looked down at the man between your legs, who had been watching the exchange with sparkling and observant eyes. You could feel the curl of his smirk against your pussy and knowing that both their stares were on you was all it took to have your muscles bunching too quickly, too soon. Everything grew sharp, near painful within your body, but then it snapped and pure pleasure washed over you. It was white hot and enough to suck your breath away.

Your entire body curled into the waves of your orgasm. You bucked against Tetsuya’s mouth and experienced fingers as they dragged more and more sensations from your body. Burning satisfaction filled you, and you screamed wordlessly with the feeling. Electricity shot up your spine, filled your mind, and when you closed your eyes, you could see the leftover static of it behind your lids.

He dragged more and more contractions from your walls until finally you thrashed and pulled away from his pliant hands. He let you go this time without a fight. Every look, every touch, was too much right now. You curled in upon yourself and shuddered into your aftershocks. Slow breaths filled your lungs and you looked dreamily at Kuroko as he leaned back and flicked opened his pants with practiced ease.

You watched through slitted eyes as he dragged his pants down his pale legs. Tone muscles and deep hip dips greeted but your gaze was greedily drawn to the slender yet long cock in front of you. The tip was flushed the palest pink and it was slathered with sticky precum, excitement caused it to pulse visibly under your observations. You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth.

He manhandled you into position, shifting you until your pelvis was pressed up against his and the length of his dick could slip between your slick lined labia. Your breath hiccupped in your chest, and you whimpered.

“Oh,” you squeaked, unable to do more than mouth the rest of what you were going to say when Tetsuya caught your clit.

He huffed in response. His body tensing and his head falling back on his shoulders, and he relished the feeling of your heat for just a minute. The two of you were so close to being connected and you understood exactly how frustrating and yet soothing this was. The was drawing it out just a bit longer prepared you a little more for the actual act.

His length dragged over your sensitive skin again and again until you thought you were going to go crazy and finally, he dipped down and began to push inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed, something so uncharacteristically Kuroko.

Tetsuya didn’t curse much even when holding a knife to your throat. Now though… when he was splitting you apart and your tight hole was working to accommodate his length it made you shudder. His girth wasn’t massive, but it was enough to make your muscles seize and your thighs tense.

“Let me in, Bunny,” he breathed, his arms falling forward on either side of your head so that he was pinning your legs back up to your body with his chest.

He buried his nose in the crook of your knee, as if desperate to find something to anchor himself. You wondered if the soft skin of your leg and your scent did that for him. You spasmed when he pressed forward too fast, and a whine of discomfort left you which dipped into a low moan of appreciation once your body finally relaxed. Now your walls were wide open and welcoming for him, sucking him inside, hugging him tight and refusing to let go.

You pulled in a breath, shivering as he finally sank in balls deep and groaned when you fluttered around him. Your body approved, your soul approved, and you found yourself falling for these depraved men more. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps they knew what you needed more than you did.

Kuroko pressed butterfly kisses along the back of your knee and just at the start of your thigh, “It’s like you don’t want to let me go. Feels so good.”

He was nearly slurring his words; it was so unlike his usual self. For a moment it boosted your confidence, long enough that you reached out to card your fingers through his hair, affection in every single movement. He leaned into your touch with a sigh before pulling back so he could rock his hips.

He started slow, he rolled and hitched his hips in different ways. He was looking for more of those spots that caused you to gasp and moan and clench. You could tell he was concentrating on your reactions from the way his brow pinched and the way he did everything methodically. It reminded you of the look he got on the court.

Then you felt it, that sensation of his cockhead dragging wonderfully across the spongey spot inside you. It had you nearly choking on the sound that pushed out your throat. It was a strangled cry that dipped into a low groan.

His head tilted and eyebrow arched, then he very specifically imitated the same thrust. It caused flames to lick across your skin and your nails to sink into the sheets below you.

“Oh f-fuck!” you screamed. “There!”

He grinned, “As you wish.”

You should have known from that laughter that danced in his expression that you’d asked for your downfall, but you were too far gone. All you wanted was more of that toe curling pleasure that seemed to be eager to build.

Tetsuya lifted himself away from you a bit, just enough to have you whining but then he set a brutal pace, something that could only be described as being fucked. Something that made you forget about everything but the cock pistoning in and out of your poor sloppy cunt.

“Should have done this ages ago. Should have moved here just for this perfect pussy,” he breathed. “Akashi was right. You’ve been what we were missing.”

You wanted to answer him, you wanted to do more than just gasp and moan or even scream him praises. You wanted to say you were missing them too. That this was what you needed too. He was right, they were right, they knew exactly what you wanted. It was them.

You couldn’t though, you were a slave to the burning sensations causing your cunt to froth and clench rhythmically around Kuroko’s cock. For a moment you had the sense of mind to turn your bleary eyes to Akashi once again. You could barely make him out, but you knew from what you could see, he had not moved. His chest was heaving just a bit more, his pale cheeks just slightly flushed, but that’s all that had changed.

He didn’t speak, he didn’t draw attention to himself. Yet his presence was impossible to ignore. The heavy weight of his lustful gaze dragged over the both of you and when your back arced as Tetsuya pressed in at a particularly delicious angle, Seijuro let out the softest groan.

You answered back instantly. A guttural moan ripped from your chest, leaving your throat aching and lungs trembling. Your thighs twitched in Kuroko’s grasps right as the grip of your pussy snagged him tighter than ever before. You came with a high-pitched cry. Your body snapping into a sharp bow and your breath wringing from you.

“Oh god, oh god,” you whispered hoarsely in between grunts.

You humped as much as you could against Kuroko, chasing more of that delicious sparking sensation. That feeling that had you creaming nearly endlessly on his cock. Tetsuya shouted, curved over you and through your pleasure-narrowed eyes you saw his tendons tight against his skin and his skin blushed red. He bit his lip, fucked hard into you until his movements became sloppy and then pressed himself against you tight.

That’s when you felt his length thicken impossibly more, kicking within your walls as warm cum filled you to the brim. You shuddered, another small orgasm sinking its sharp teeth into your oversensitive body. You squeaked out a whine and twisted away from him only to be held still as Kuroko thrusted forward and back, pushing the last of his seed deep inside you.

“Mmmm, bred you good, didn’t I little Bunny?” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

His deep blue eyes were soft, sleepy, and completely different than how he had been looking at you before. All that existed in them now was satiated warmth, love, and the desire to rest.

“Don’t sleep yet,” Akashi said, and the sound of the chair cushion squeaking let you know that he had stood.

Your brain was too foggy to register much other than the need to have him fill you up as well, because his erection looked painful caught in his pant leg. He glared at you though when you weakly reached toward him.

“No,” he said firmly. “Once you two are a little more coherent, we’ll clean you up.”

There was no anger in his voice, just expectations to follow his demands. So, though your lip wobbled, you nodded.

Two days passed and eventually you were allowed out of the place you’d learned to call home. The cage was no longer the only space you were allowed to roam. Akashi and Kuroko permitted you out as long as they were home and oddly it felt welcoming, warm around them. It was comforting being surrounded by their presence in a domestic atmosphere.

You helped Tetsuya make dinner and Seijuro managed to convince you to play a short game of Shogi. You watched with fascination as his eyes lit up with every tile that was placed. Those moments made your new life seem more normal. Until night fell at least.

You were led to the bathroom where Akashi sat you down in front of the mirror. For someone who was so brusque and cold, he sure seemed to love to pamper you. With a brush in hand, he stood behind you and began to work the teeth between the strands of your hair.

Each stroke of his fingers over your head, every time his touch curved around the shell of your ear, had your eyelids drooping. Soon you were wobbling on the seat until eventually an exasperated sigh came from the man behind you and he gripped your jaw tightly.

“Stay awake,” he growled, forcing your gaze forward into the mirror.

His lips had dropped just beside your head causing his breath to rush over your sensitive skin. You shivered, goose bumps raised over your necks and throat. A sigh rushed from between your lips as your head rolled back, exposing your pulse to his mouth, surrendering.

He chuckled; it was so low it caused that shudder to roll over you again. It caused lust to sink into you, thick and hot like lava, but dark like molasses, trickling heavy through your veins. The feeling made you weighted, made you limp and pliable and you fell into his grasp so easily. His arms encircled you, propped you up on the chair you’d been sitting on as his lips dragged over your flesh openly. They were soft, like petals, something that surprised you.

“Akashi,” you breathed.

“Seijuro,” he corrected firmly. “It’s about time you started calling me that.”

He murmured into your skin. You felt the tip of his tongue against you as he talked. It was soft, warm, and wet. It made your entire body stiffen, your clit throb, and you whined. You couldn’t believe just a week ago or was it longer now, you had been afraid of what these two would do to you. Now you were giving yourself over willingly.

“You are so needy already. After getting fucked dumb by Tetsuya just a few days ago? Aren’t you a high maintenance one,” Akashi grinned against your neck.

You could hear the smirk in his voice just as much as you could feel it. You whimpered, hips shifting, thighs tensing, looking desperately for friction that didn’t come.

“Ah, ah,” he reprimanded, smacking the sided of your leg. “Don’t even try to get off without my permission. I mean, honestly… why would I let you play with yourself when you have both of us so willing to play with you instead?”

“I’m sorry, S-sir,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering.

He hissed in pleasure, “That sounds good coming from your mouth. Yet… perhaps there’s another term you want to use. Something… that maybe you are holding back?”

“Daddy,” you whispered, hesitant.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred wrapping his wide palm around your delicate throat gently.

Your body became his weight to support, you didn’t try to hold yourself up. Instead, you were too focused on the way his eyes caught yours in the mirror. The way his lips trailed over your ear now, how he watched his own reflection pull sinful sounds from you.

“Are you ready?” he rasped. “Ready to take us both?”

You sighed, squirming in his grip for a moment at the thought, “Yes.”

“Perfect. I’ve been waiting. It was so hard holding back last time, you know,” he breathed.

It didn’t seem like it was. Even as he spoke those words and told you it had been, it didn’t seem like he had suffered in any form. You, however, had laid awake at night thinking of it. Wondering what it would have been like if he had joined in.

“You didn’t have to,” you responded, honest to a fault.

“I will always make sure you are safe with us,” he said, dragging the blunt of his teeth over the shell of your ear.

You keened, shuddering in his grasp, rolling your hips and your desperation made him huff out a laugh. His fingers tightened just enough around your throat for you to gasp, for the pressure to be noticeable, and his glittering red gaze looked back at you with keen interest or was it mischief. He knew what he was doing, how he was affecting you. Not that you were being exactly subtle, you couldn’t be, you needed him so badly.

His hand left your throat, trailing down over your clavicles, tracing the dip in between them. He touched the skin stretched tight over your sternum, exposed by the lingerie you always wore inside the apartment. Your breathing sharpened, so much so it began to burn in your throat and then your lungs. You couldn’t bring in enough oxygen, even without him holding your neck.

You finally tilted your head to look up at him and he looked down at you, his eyes scanned your face just long enough for you to bring in three shallow and shaky breaths, then he claimed your lips in a near painful kiss. His teeth nipped at yours hard enough you knew they’d bruise. He pressed his tongue past your teeth, fucked it in nice and slow until you felt like you were completely his in just a couple seconds.

“Come, let’s get back to the bedroom,” he growled, scooping you up into his strong arms.

You allowed him to carry you, not struggling so as to make it easier, eagerly nuzzling into his neck but refraining from tasting his skin like you wanted. It would have been so simple just to lick a stripe up his throat, yet you knew you couldn’t. He would reprimand you. You knew he would guide you in the dance about to come and you would have to listen to his every command. Just the thought had prickles of excitement pebbling over your skin.

He huffed out a laugh, staring at you through slitted eyes as he sat you down on the futon you called your own.

“Tetsuya!” he called.

Within seconds there was the sound of pounding footsteps and Kuroko was running around the corner. He stopped, frozen for a moment as he took in the scene. You strewn out on the blankets and Akashi with a half-hard on standing above you. Instantly that feral darkness swallowed his usually dull and yet somehow bright personality.

“Oh,” he breathed, with enough tension laden in that single sound that it rolled over your body tangibly.

“Strip,” Seijuro demanded, his gaze firmly locked on his boyfriend.

Tetsuya flushed a deep red but instantly responded, his long fingers carefully pulling his clothes off his body and folding them neatly on the floor. This was a routine they’d obviously done many times. Once he was stripped his cock was already thick and hard, curving upward and pearling with precum. You craned your head, curving your throat to be more exposed so that you could see the delicious sight.

It was interesting how subservient Tetsuya had turned at just a single word from Akashi. The heavy air made your thighs press tight together.

“Come,” Akashi said and held out a hand to the other man.

“Yes, Sir,” he responded, almost seeming to flash to his boyfriend’s side.

“Keep our little Bunny busy while I get ready,” he murmured, looking down at you with eyes that said you would never be ready for what they had planned.

“Happily,” Tetsuya responded, licking his lips.

He dropped next to you where you stayed still like a good little pet. You were promised a good time, that they would take care of your every need, all you needed to do was listen. So that was what you did, sometimes without even being told.

“Such a good Little Rabbit,” Kuroko breathed, gripping the tresses of your hair hard enough for it to sting slightly.

You gasped and writhed, “Oh god, please.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with approval and claimed your mouth with his.

The kiss was softer than the ones Akashi took from you, but they were sloppier, less restrained. Spit slicked your lips and his tongue slipped as far back as it could. You melted under the onslaught, turning into a literal puddle.

He moved over you, straddling your entire body with his and rutting his aching dick against your plush, lace covered stomach. The tacky fluid rolling down his length coated your lingerie, guiding his thrusts. He didn’t stop kissing you for a second, and in fact it was so deep that your lungs were beginning to scream from the lack of oxygen. They burned, your head spun, and it was oddly addictive, knowing you could pass out at any second just because he wanted to taste your mouth so badly.

Your fingers raised up to curl into his broad shoulders, your nails cut into his pale flesh and that caused him to finally pull back with a groan. His head arced, exposing the fragile column of his throat as he soaked in the pain you created with your sharp nails, thrusting against you harder.

Akashi moved to kneel behind Kuroko, in between your legs, you could see it just over his shoulder. He pressed his fingers lightly against your slick slit, testing your readiness. One finger sunk into your pliant cunt as his thumb pressed steadily against your clit, you gasped, and your hips jerked upwards.

“Stay still, both of you,” Seijuro growled and instantly, Tetsuya stilled.

It was like Akashi had yanked on a set of strings binding Kuroko, a set of invisible strings that tightened and kept him painfully still. His muscles tensed above you and his breath stilled so much that you had to search for the rise and fall of his chest. Shallow, desperate to please, but in his eyes that gluttonous hunger never left, in fact it only seemed to grow with Seijuro’s demand.

You took a little longer, it took several deep breaths, a whimper, before your trembling legs could widen and stop.

“Good,” Akashi cooed and that approval in his voice had your blood singing happily.

Akashi was skilled, his fingers twisted and curled until he touched any part he could reach, until he found spots not even you knew about, ones made you gasp and fight to writhe. The wet squelch of your arousal filled the air and Kuroko whimpered when he looked down at you, his cock jumping against your skin in restrained excitement.

Soon another of Akashi’s thick fingers was splitting you open, and you keened, your breath leaving you in a gasp. Yet then there was the sound of a lid popping open followed by soft dripping. Then you felt a gentle finger traced lower over your perineum, slipping between the plumpness of your cheeks and then circling your puckered hole. You hissed at the sensation, body jumping at the foreign sensation while Akashi’s other hand kept pumping in and out of you, dragging throaty groans from your chest.

“That’s it, you’re taking it so well, Little Rabbit,” he praised, as his first knuckle breached your ass.

You stiffened, only brought back down into a melted puddle once again when his thumb slick with your arousal swiped over your pulsing clit. In fact, he was so good at distracting you with the hand fucking your pussy that you barely felt his finger press fully to the bottom. You were just aware of the pressure and stretch. It wasn’t bad, it didn’t hurt, it just made you feel fuller.

It was harder to breathe somehow, even with how little you had inside you. Kuroko bent over you, tapped the side of your face and you turned your glazed eyes toward him.

“It’s alright, Bunny, soon we’ll both be inside you. Just like you wanted,” he murmured and then kissed you hard.

You moaned low, all words beyond you now. Only choked inhales and sounds of pleasure were within your grasp, and so you kissed Tetsuya back with desperation as if he could anchor you. As if the air he was feeding you could steady your mind as it spun when Akashi curled his fingers inside both your holes.

You were so fucking hot and dizzy. Your nails scrabbled at Kuroko’s hair in fear you might float away. It was addicting. Finally, you tore yourself away to cry out as Akashi added another finger to your puckered hole and rolled your clit aggressively beneath his thumb. It was too much, so good, but too much and you squirmed, unable to stay still like he wanted.

“I can’t,” you whined, trying to shift away but held down by the weight straddling you and the heavy hand on your hip.

“You can and you will,” Akashi corrected.

His words shot through your body, causing you to become pliant with your next breath. Kuroko rewarded you with a bite to the neck, a lick to the throat, and then his mouth latched to your pulse point. Akashi’s fingers became more insistent, demanding as they sought out every spot inside your holes, places you had never explored yourself. You squealed, which slowly tumbled into a throaty groan when your orgasm slammed into you, no warning only violent spasms as you fought to rut into his hands but were unable to due to the insistent pressure upon your body.

Kuroko’s teeth which still snagged at your skin, claimed pieces of you over and over again, before finally delving back to your mouth, adding an addictive mix of pain with pleasure. You couldn’t do this anymore; you couldn’t hold onto your sanity. So, you offered it up to the two of them. Silently you gave into their demands and let them take you apart piece by piece.

And Akashi did just that. He pulled more and more pulses from body, prolonged your climax until finally you were left panting, unable to reciprocate Kuroko’s wild and messy kisses.

“Tetsuya,” Akashi said sharply.

Instantly the shorter man stiffened and looked over his shoulder, his lips glistening with your saliva.

“Get the collar and the leash. It’s about time,” Seijuro’s gaze was firmly locked on your fluttering entrances as you squeezed around his fingers desperately.

Then you felt an intense tension again, the addition of a third finger in your ass. You breathed sharply, and though you still remained soft under his guidance, you looked at him through teary eyes.

“You’re going to take us so well, Little Rabbit,” he promised.

All you could do was nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

Because really, who were you to deny him? Who were you to deny either of them? They’d shown you where you belonged, what you needed, and they’d given you everything.

Kuroko was beside you again and, in your delirium, you hadn’t even realized he’d left. The stretch in your holes had taken the place of the weight he’d left on your body. Making it hard to breathe no matter what. Causing your chest to shudder with each breath.

He held in his hand your collar, beautiful, thick, pink leather with heart studs decorating the sides. The leash was matching and connected to a thick d-ring. You were never allowed to remove it yourself. Yet Akashi or Kuroko always did when taking care of you. Tonight though, you knew this was important.

A slight ache had you whimpering as Seijuro slowly withdrew his touch from your body. Suddenly you missed that fullness, instead you now felt so empty. You hated it, you wanted something more. Despite the fact that you were just complaining that you couldn’t take it anymore, you realized you wanted that sensation. You wanted to feel overwhelmed and full to the point where you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to feel like you might rip in two while these men held you together.

Kuroko scooped you up into his arms, while Akashi took the collar from his fingers. You accepted the manhandling; you couldn’t think of anything else you wanted more in that moment. Yet before you realized it you were being settled against Tetsuya’s torso as he laid down, his long cock laying in between the cheeks of your ass.

Seijuro was still completely dressed and after wiping the lube from his hands on his trousers he began to pop button by button of his dress shirt open. It was slow, tantalizing and his eyes narrowed, glittering with the knowledge that he knew exactly how needy you both were. Kuroko’s fingers gripped the soft flesh of your waist rhythmically, occasionally thrusting gently against you.

Eventually slivers of pale skin gave way to planes of it, until the cotton of Akashi’s clothing was sliding from his body like water rolling off. It was beautiful and something you would have paid to have painted if you could. Especially when he looked up at the two of you through his lashes and knew he had your undivided attention.

When his lower half was bared, it made your walls clench with anticipation. He wasn’t as long as Kuroko, but he was thicker. He’d make you sore afterward and you finally realized why he’d been so careful. If he was as rough as he said he’d be, with Tetsuya taking you at the same time, you truly wondered if you’d make it out the other side.

Your legs which had been splayed on either side of Kuroko’s began to close as if to protect you from the though, but you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your thighs from behind and hold you open.

“Nuh uh. No hiding, pretty girl,” Kuroko breathed against your ear, groaning when he thrusted once more against you, sliding down from your ass in between the apex of your thighs and his cock pressed through your slick folds.

Akashi stepped closer, each movement he made was controlled and calm. He leaned down and your body naturally stiffened even though the heat of Kuroko and their mixed scents was nearly enough to lull you back into a false sense of security. Yet, he didn’t do much, he just gathered your neck in his hands, forced your jaw back with firm pressure and then carefully buckled the collar in place.

The heavy weight, the familiarity of it soothed your mind almost instantly and when Akashi gently tugged on the leash you gasped, and your muscles quivered in anticipation. He pulled on it until your head tilted back and the leather tightened on your neck, your eyes fluttered and you squirmed.

“She’s ready,” he muttered.

Kuroko licked a stripe along your jaw as he spread your legs wider and shifted so the soles of his feet were on the ground. You felt the prod of his blunt cock press against your softened asshole.

“Remember to breathe for me, Bunny,” he whispered and then rocked upward into you.

At first you forgot that reminder of his. Everything was just pinpointed on the pressure of him entering you, the sting that was just enough to have you whimpering and tightening up. Tetsuya hissed behind you and groaned lowly. Tears pricked your eyes but then there was a distracting something, the soft, slippery touched of something warm on your clit. You looked down to see Akashi watching, his hand still gripping the leash tight as he lapped at your bud until finally you gasped in some oxygen, and both sets of your walls fluttered open for Kuroko.

“That’s it, good girl,” Kuroko moaned as he pushed further and further inside you.

So full already, that’s all you could think of. How you were impossibly full and yet you needed to take another one. You watched as Akashi’s fingers pressed back inside your cunt, rolling through your slicking and rubbing against Tetsuya’s cock through the thin membrane of your flesh. Kuroko gasped and bucked his hips slightly, his hands shook on your waist, and you gasped, squeaking out in a delirious mix of uncomfortable pleasure with the movements.

“Just focus on the feeling,” Seijuro guided you, his deep voice wrapping you up in warmth.

His tongue kept working over your clit, short circles that had your body trembling excitedly as he worked a second finger into your tight entrance. Kuroko wasn’t moving but you could hear his breath puffing from between his lips, you could feel it against your neck. He was holding himself back, letting you adjust and a feeling of burning affection caused you to loosen more.

Finally, you felt Kuroko bottom out and he sighed, pressing a lingering kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Move, Tetsuya. I need to see if she’ll take you well,” Akashi demanded.

He groaned and immediately complied. You heard the squelch of your own fluids mixing with the lube as his cock rocked in and out of you. At first it was just strange, not as bad as it could be since that overwhelming sensation of being stuffed was oddly something you craved. But then as your body began to grow less sensitive to the pain and Kuroko shifted, there was a pulse of pleasure, something sharp enough, deep enough to pull a guttural moan from your throat. It was mixed with enough of a growl that it caused a lingering ache and soon you were moving with Tetsuya, seeking that feeling. You wanted more.

Your nails sank into his forearms as he wrapped them around your torso. It was strange having them talk like you weren’t there, like you couldn’t answer for yourself, but maybe that was true. Words were beyond you right now. All you could think about was how much the stretch satisfied you, how the sting was fading faster and faster, and how your vision was blurring. You wanted more.

One of your hands released Tetsuya and he hissed right by your ear, his hips jumping out of rhythm for a moment as the pressure eased on his arm. You reached towards Akashi’s cock, hard and flushed, dripping precum but too far away for you to touch. You whined; your tongue too heavy to speak. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him that you were ready.

Your hand shook as Seijuro grinned, and Kuroko’s pace picked up though his thrusts remained shallow for now. Akashi rolled your clit a bit harder, and it was torturous, you didn’t want his fingers anymore.

“Nnn,” you tried to communicate, you thrashed your head from side to side and wiggled in Tetsuya’s grasp.

“I know, baby girl,” Akashi said finally.

Then he moved, closer, his leg moving over yours and Kuroko’s, so his cock was brushing your wet cunt while he withdrew his hand.

“I know,” he groaned and pushed forward.

It was too much instantly, and your body tried to pull away.

“Ah, stay still Bunny, you will get used to it,” Kuroko groaned, stilling his movements.

You could feel him shudder under you as you split apart on Akashi’s cock. You cried out, your hands flying to Tetsuya’s arm once again and sinking in with a vengeance. His hips jumped slightly at the feeling, and he growled.

“Oh fuck,” Akashi breathed.

He swore so little, but you were feeling it just the same. Those words you couldn’t say were now spilling from your lips in a string of expletives.

“Fuck, fuck, w-wait,” you squirmed. “W-wait please. Dammit.”

Akashi did, he paused but not because you asked. You knew he was pausing because he could feel you tightening down on him like a vice. You knew even in the haze of pleasure surrounding him, he was thinking about you. He bared his teeth in a snarl and hung over you like a man possessed. His red eyes stripping you bare. You felt like offering up your soul to him to feast upon.

Kuroko pressed frantic kisses and snagged your skin with his teeth. Impatience filled his every movement and you felt it through his flesh. You felt it in the way he trembled and mumbled against your sweat coated body. His tongue flicked against you, lapping the salt away with reverence, even as he waited for you to voice your acceptance of both of them.

Then you felt it, your body fluttered and with a gentle encouraging brush of Akashi’s thumb against your clit, and a deep exhale from you, it opened. Your walls relaxed and then tightened once again but not nearly as tight as before. No, this time it was greedy and gripped him just enough to have him pushing forward until he was pressing his hips against yours.

You shivered and a whine ripped itself from your throat. Oh, it was delicious, still a bit too much, still a bit overwhelming, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t worry and wasn’t that what you always wanted? Your head was too full of them, of the sensation of being pleasured as Tetsuya slowly retreated and dragged along every good spot inside you, that you couldn’t even form words anymore. Once again, the possibility of speech fled from you, and you didn’t give a damn.

They moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm between the two of them where you were always filled with at least one. Kuroko retreated and Akashi pushed forward, then they switched it around, again and again until you weren’t sure how you would ever piece your fractured psyche back together after this. How had you survived before this? Without them, without feeling this separated from your conscious and being this loved and coveted?

You struggled slightly in Kuroko’s grasp and Akashi’s palm pressed against your sternum. His beautiful lips formed a word, yet before he could say it the sound was torn from him, replaced with a moan instead as he thrusted into you. You could feel both of them brushing across each other, feel them rubbing against that fragile skin between them. It felt like all three of you were one.

Moans and curses tumbled from your lips; screams erupted when they hit a particularly wonderous spot.

“Oh,” you shuddered. “Oh. My. God.”

Kuroko chuckled behind you, though it was breathless, “Sing more for us. Fuck. So good.”

He groaned, nipping at your ear. His teeth were a bit too sharp, his tongue not soft enough to soothe the sting, but you didn’t care. You were spiraling and you weren’t sure if it was up or down.

“That’s it,” Akashi urged, his voice breathless, shaky.

Your twisted, and the words you would normally say in warning were nowhere to be found as your body convulsed so violently you felt them both hold you down harder. Your orgasm burned through your veins, hot and gluttonous. It ate your nerves up until you felt raw even as it was still be dragged endlessly from you by their relentless pace. Oversensitivity welcomed you into its embrace soon enough. Their movements never stopped though and they were so greedy, with the way their hungry words stroked over your skin and Kuroko’s panting, or Akashi’s gaze ate you alive.

You knew they wouldn’t last. Not with how thrashed Seijuro sounded and not with the way Tetsuya’s pants had turned into high pitched, and needy whines. Akashi’s hand reached out as your body calmed into satisfied twitches and gripped the pale blue hair of his other partner.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he growled, his body flexing and arching with strain as he fought against moving faster than you could take. “Going to cum like a good boy.”

That’s all it took for Kuroko’s thrusts to become inconsistent, losing the rhythm as he chased his high in a few quick, violent fucks. You felt his cum warm you, slickening his still sliding cock as he worked himself towards overstimulation.

“Good boy,” Akashi turned his red gaze to you. “And you are such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I’m going to breed you now Bunny, fill you up until your so full you have no choice but to carry our brats.”

Your cunt fluttered at that thought and he laughed, the sound sharp and winded. His hand found your neck again and with the tightening of the leash looping further around his fingers, and his palm resting heavily on your collar, it was a welcome pressure. You didn’t even realize you were going to cum again, when you actually did. All you knew was it felt like too much, like your body was desperate to get away. There was too much sensation and then warmth spread over you, interspersed with sparks of electricity zapping up your spine to your brain. Unfurling like a blooming flower that had your body spasming. You couldn’t breathe at a point, and you worried about passing out, worried about missing the ecstasy that would paint Seijuro’s face. So, you fought the darkness at the edge of your vision even as your body twitched, and exhaustion dragged at your limbs.

Akashi grunted, his faced pinched and teeth grit in a look of pleasured agony. You felt his cock kick inside you, so aware that you had what seemed like an impossible amount of cum inside you now. That you were sore and fucked out and couldn’t think beyond the fact that you needed it to stop, but it was too good, and you never wanted it to end. Conflicting thoughts warred within you, none gaining the frontlines.

It was only when they’d pulled out and you felt the warmth of a washcloth over your body, you were painfully aware of what had happened. Warm cum rolled out of you, only to be chased away by two hands carefully practiced movements. They wiped your entire body clean. They pampered you. They adored you as they looked down upon your absolutely wrecked body.

“You’re perfect,” Kuroko said.

“You’ll always have a place with us,” Akashi added.

Dreamily you looked at them, watched as they washed you clean and tucked you in bed. You should be horrified, you should want to leave, all of this you knew. Yet all you could do was snuggle deeper under the covers, smiling as you thought you’d found your perfect place. A perfect place for a pet like yourself.

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