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He thinks Ichigo could come up with something if he tried, but he nods. "Sound strategy. Could write about anything you want if you mask it as fiction. When you do and it publishes, lemme know so I can buy it." He'd probably even try to sit down long enough, sober enough, to read it. He snorts a dry, humorless laugh at Ichigo calling him a dumbass. "You're right. I'm a dealer, but I'm also a menace and a danger to society." He's mostly kidding. He doesn't care about society as a whole enough to think of himself as a menace or anything else to it. Ichigo really thinks highly of him and he's not sure what he ever did to cultivate that opinion. His brows arch a little. "You're gonna write your book about me? Or about misunderstood drug dealers in general? Either way, I'm flattered."
He glances over, amused by that muttered confession. Seems like maybe Ichigo's not getting much. Or maybe just not as much as he'd like. "I'd say yes to you all the time and I'm definitely the hottest guy you know." Well... "Except maybe Grimmjow but just ignore that."
That's still not much of an answer. It might actually be even less of an answer than the first thing Ichigo said. He does know what Ichigo means, though, and he sighs about it. His nerves and everything else are a little too frayed around the edges to be couth. "Only one stopin' us is you." Ichigo probably already knows that, though, and he certainly doesn't need to hear it said aloud. What are they even doing to each other by spending this time together? Torture, that's what it is. Mutual, consensual torture.
His brows furrow, half in offense and half in confusion about how Ichigo went from asking if he needs to make himself scarce so Shiro can have his guy around to saying he couldn't care less about if it works out for Shiro or not. "Suuure," He drawls, "But you kinda just answered your own question. Who's gonna be around? Not you. Not your problem. And I don't need a babysitter, I don't need to be watched and looked after." Yes he does. That question's not a lecture but it sure does get the same point across. He knows Ichigo's disappointed in him. "Both, probably."
He snorts. "Not just bodies. You think I have two houses and five-" fuck. "four cars by movin' the same amount of product around? And no one looks twice. This thing is so boring it's like camouflage."
"Oh, you were bein' a smartass?" There's a heavy dose of sarcasm in his tone while he rolls his eyes. But it's good to hear that Ichigo is still thinking of his sisters in this. Ever the protector. Has to make sure his sisters are alright, had to interrupt his own life to make sure Shiro gets through this treat.
He smirks slightly about that. "What would it be about? What it's like runnin' around the streets doin' everyone else's dirty work?" He scoffs, but it's good natured. "Whatever, I'm not that hard to figure out. How to understand a back alley drug dealer for dummies." He laughs, amusing himself.
Aiming a look at Ichigo, he arches a brow and disagrees. "I always need a bunch a' guys saying yes to me. Preferably hot ones." Not that he's sleeping with his staff. He tried that exactly twice. The first time was disastrously annoying and it was not a fluke.
It is a fair question, and he wants to argue that, but Ichigo keeps going to answer the question anyway. "I wasn't asking what you think, I was asking exactly what I asked." But he got Ichigo's option anyway and it doesn't surprise him. He notes that Ichigo didn't actually say yes or no to wanting him there, though. He's talking around the answer the same way Shiro did about the shirt. "I already plan on laying low for a while. As much as I can, at least. I think I'll stay in the penthouse for a while. It's a lot safer than the mansion but it'll seem less like hiding." And he can higher some muscle to keep around easy enough, like Ichigo's suggesting, he's stubborn about it. He has always been his own muscle. He's never needed security or guards, but this is getting bigger than he can handle on his own. It's getting bigger than he thinks he warrants, but he has made himself notoriously hard to get rid of.
He doesn't know how to feel about Ichigo trying to keep him and his maybe-boyfriend situation intact. It's good of him, it's the morally right thing to do. The only real problem with it Shiro has is that it's just further proof that he and Ichigo have no chance of being together again. "I'll figure things out with him, you don't need to worry about it." Or he wont. Maybe he'll sabotage his own building relationship and blame it on all the chaos of attempted assassination. His features even out. "All my habits?" This better not turn into a lecture. "He thinks I indulge a little too much sometimes, but otherwise he tolerates it. I doubt he expected anything less from a dealer. Most people don't know I was ever clean, only you. It was always weird for me not to use the product I was sellin'."
He slides into the driver seat and starts the car, then looks over at Ichigo and snorts. "You mean boring?" He shrugs. "I needed something with more cargo space that didn't stand out so much. It's easier to clean, too. Less work for my cleaner."
#blacksun#tsp activity check#They really are a riot#It also sounds like Ichigo himself would have a hard time getting in unexpectedly and maybe thatâs best.#ICHIGO YOU DUMMY YOU DON"T HAVE TO SNEAK IN YOU CAN JUST RING THE DOORBELL ALSKFJLSKDFJSLDKFJ
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Reputation to uphold
Day 5: No need for poetry.
Summary: Hiding the letters is his first priorities.
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Word Count: 1368
Warnings: fluff, azzie being a shy baby đĽš
A/n: i loved writing this hehehe (i wrote most of this in 40 mins đ)
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"I missed this, mama." Hazel sighed, pulling away her cup of hot chocolate. Azriel smiled, looking over at his daughter, sitting next to his now son in law, Kaden.
What did I say? He was going to take away my daughter.
Y/n raised her brows. "Itâs barely been a week since youâve last had it."
Hazel grimaced. "Yeah, and his hot chocolate does not compare."
"Hey thatâs mean!" Kaden sputtered, choking on his own drink.
"Yeah, stop being mean to my son."
Hazel rolled her eyes, turning to her father.
"Dad, come on, tell me a story." She had always been fond of listening to stories, and Az, wanting to make his daughter happy, had begun the new habit of telling stories every night.
Azriel glanced at his wife as she settled in next to him, warmth spreading in his chest. No matter how long theyâd been married for, even just the sight of Y/n filled Azriel with happiness. Just as it had back when he had first seen her in the market, giggling with her friends over something.
"What do you want to hear about?"
Hazel leaned back, contemplating before perking up. "How you met mom and got married."
Azrielâs cheeks warmed, and he prayed his wife did not notice.
"Look dad, youâve always said I was too young to know, but now I am even married. I want to know."
Azriel sighed, looking to his wife for help.
"Yeah Az, I wanna know the story too." Y/n grinned, not meeting his eyes.
Knowing he would not be allowed to leave without reliving his most embarrassing moments, he got comfortable in his chair.
"I saw her in the market one day. She was with her friends, and I instantly knew I was going to marry her one day."
She had been so ethereal, and she was in just a simple flowy dress. Her hair had been pinned out of her face, the breeze softly playing with the strands the way Azriel wished he could. Her smile, it could have brought him to his knees. And her sparkling eyes spoke of kindness far more louder than actions, the love and compassion for her fellow fae shining through every blink.
"Did you ever write her love letters and poetry?"
Azriel scoffed, focusing on the dark dregs at the bottom of his cup. "Me? I donât have to resort to poetry."
Azriel felt his wifeâs gaze on him, and he could picture her perfectly, sitting there, eyebrows raised in a are you sure about that? gesture.
"Yeah, he just ended up drowning in the river trying to impress me."
Azriel turned to glare at Y/n accusingly, who simply shrugged. "Now Az, lying is bad. Someone has to tell the truth."
Azriel grumbled, then again began. This time, truthfully. "Feyre needed some paint supplies from the market, and because I was free, I offered to get them for her."
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Azriel never thought he would ever ask someone for a romantic day out. After all, he never had to do that. He would just give females a glance and they would ask him to spend time with them themselves.
But this time, it was not happening. The female in the market square barely spared him a glance when he sidled up to her, pretending to look at all the brightly coloured pots on display at the stand she was giggling with her friends over.
"Y/n, that pot would look so good with your couch!"
Y/n. That name would certainly look good with Azrielâs name next to it.
"Yes Cindy, Iâm going to cook on my couch."
Azriel smiled down at the pot in his hands, biting his cheek.
"It certainly is beautiful though." He mumbled, voice low so only Y/n could hear as her two other friends started bickering. He felt her stiffen before she glanced at him.
"That it is. But I donât think Iâm in need of more things."
Azriel swallowed, nodding. "You live near?"
Finally, he gathered the courage to meet her narrowed eyes. "Why do you ask?"
He smiled with a confidence he did not feel. "Where will I pick you up from for our dinner tomorrow then if you donât tell me?"
She reared back as if his words had a physical impact on him.
"I- Iâm sorry, Iâm not interested."
Azriel blinked. But before he could say anything, she had grabbed her friendsâ hands and dragged them away.
But from the slight blush on her face, he knew that he only needed to try and she would agree.
He bought the pot she had been eyeing so longingly just moments before, then hurried to go get the paints Feyre had asked for.
He was so sure he wouldnât have to resort to poetry.
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The next day, Azriel was back at the market square, trying to figure out which direction she had gone. He had probably been wandering around aimlessly when he spotted the beautiful head of the lady he was so enthralled by.
"Hey. Pleasant day." He said as he fell in step beside the unsuspecting female.
She jumped, wide, frantic eyes meeting his own. Exasperation spread through her features as she realised it was him.
"You- what are you doing here?"
He shrugged, grinning as he held his gloved hand out. "Iâm Azriel."
Her brows furrowed. She probably thought Azriel was loose in the head. "Y/n."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."
She sighed. "Look, Iâve already told you Iâm not interested."
"Why not?"
She paused. "I donât like males who think theyâre entitled to my time."
He nodded sagely. "Me neither. I hate people like that. But look at this like this, I want to get to know you. Maybe this could be something-"
She sighed. "No. Sorry."
Azrielâs palms turned sweaty. He had found her again, he did not want to let her go without getting something out of this. Even one evening of talking was enough. "I- I am the high lordâs shadowsinger."
Her gaze hardened. "Are you threatening me?"
His eyes widened. "No! I could never! Iâm just tryingâŚ"
"Trying what?"
"To make you interested in me. It has worked before."
She rolled her eyes. "I donât like males who try to entice me by stating their high powers."
Panic seized Azriel. This was going very wrong very quickly, and he did not like it one bit.
"I did not mean it that way-"
"Really, sir, I do not care what you meant and what you didnât. Just leave me alone."
Azriel was left gaping after her, breathing heavy.
Fuck.
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Azriel balled up another paper, throwing it behind him before clutching his head.
He had decided that being arrogant and trying to keep up his records of never having to resort to poetry would not help him.
Your eyes like the sun,Shining so beautiful,Your hair like waterfall,You-
Was Azriel truly so bad at poetry?
He was doomed.
She wouldnât give him the time of day, evident by her refusal to even acknowledge him the three times he had tried to interact with her after that day at the market, and he was losing hope. He had sent countless letters and poems already to her house through his shadows, and he still had received no response.
Maybe he was well and truly doomed.
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"You know, I still have all those letters and poems."
Azrielâs head whipped to look at his wife, eyes wide. "Why?"
She shrugged, getting up from the couch and taking the cup from Hazel and kaden, both who grinned unabashedly.
"You think I would burn or throw away letters of desperation sent by the spymaster?" Y/n snorted. "Let me get them for you, children."
"No!" Azriel semi-yelled, shooting to his feet before dashing into their bedroom, hoping to stop her before she even tried to reveal all his secrets.
Loud laughter followed the frantic spymaster, but he did not care. All he cared about was finding those letters and burning them, or maybe atleast hiding them away so his wife couldnât tease him about it.
He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
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DBDA nightly analysis #21!
tonightâs topic: edwin payne and touch/charles is most of the reason he can touch people
edwin payne struggles with touch. this is not something that affects him much with charles, likely because of the exposure therapy that over thirty years of being best mates and business partners with someone whoâs love language is touch and you are quite LITERALLY the only person/thing he can really touch creates, but i still think it is an indisputable fact about his character.
though i, as an autistic person, 100% head cannon edwin to be autistic, i acknowledge that steve yockey has stated that he was not WRITTEN to be this way. this being said, i recognize a lot of my own characteristics in edwin, most of which relate to my autism. though he is not canonically autistic, i will be writing about him as if he is (because i truly believe that he is, in my own interpretation and that of many others within the fandom). take that with you in this analysis.
i donât think edwin was ever excessively touchy. we see one scene of him pre-hell and i simply cannot imagine that he was one to show much physical affection, not to mention that it would have been uncommon to do so in this time and region. on top of this, lots of autistic people are sensitive to sensory stimulation, touch commonly being portrayed when looking at media surrounding autistic characters. even if he had been in any way touchy, he was certainly turned off of touch after hell. this is not only because trauma and the constant feeling of being hunted for close to a century has trained him to be on edge and to jump at every contact or noise, but because the last bit of touch he got before being sacrificed to a literal demon was when he was wrestled from his bed and tied down to a table. that, alongside the watching-himself-get-murdered-a-million-times thing wouldâve made it monstrously hard to find comfort in touch, or rather, to not be afraid of it.
i think this affects him in many other ways, as well. we donât see him being as perceptive once heâs with charles because that is decidedly something charles is very good at, but maybe itâs also the same reason heâs not a fighter. he could be, if he needed to be, but he doesnât. not anymore. regardless, his posture is very stiff and his head always held high, rigid in his movement. maybe this is just because he was a high class edwardian citizen in his life, but itâs likely to be a mix of both that and the fact that he had to take in so much information in hell. he had to be perceptive. though standing tall increases visibility (clearly bad for hiding), it also makes it easier to notice things. to see more. to hear more.
there is decidedly not a moment where charles touches him in the montage of their first meeting, interestingly enough for such a touchy character seeking comfort in this moment. either way, edwinâs posture remains far more rigid than we see of him later, bc heâs straight outta hell.
in E1, it is evident that he and charles are close, even if we discuss only contact. charles pushes him through the mirror, they have a moment where they play fight when trying to get him to box (he seems a bit uncomfortable here, but only when charles really gets in his face and it is not nearly to the extent that we see later and with other people), they exchange causal touches (nearly if not all initiated by charles, but not uncomfortable in nature for edwin), etc.
one could even make the argument that his ability to warm up to niko so quickly that she is touching and hugging him in a matter of episodes, but you must keep in mind how much of a sudden kinship he feels with her. he loves charles and he is his other half, but here is a girl that is so intriguing in nature and so kind and fucking strange and her brain seems to work similarly to his (cause sheâs autistic too, literally fight me) and thatâs not even mentioning that charles has made touch easier for him through the slow ramping up of it of over decades.
though it might seem that crystal is sort of the âexceptionâ to his general okay-ness with touch, i think it is the opposite. it isnât about crystal in specific, itâs about the connection he has already cultivated with charles as well as the immediate bond that overtakes him and niko. granted, he doesnât super like her very much because of his own jealousy, but i think thatâs how he would be generally with anyone but niko and charles for the reasons i have already listed. it is rather unfortunate that the exceptions happen to be more common in their sphere of friendship.
this may feel, in the fandom and in the show, like itâs still that jealousy or anger or hatred or frustration or something else towards crystal, but iâve mentioned before that he is much more comfortable with her from Eps 5 and on. the reason he stiffens when she hugs him and wishes only to shake her hand no longer has much to do at all with the contempt he once felt, and all to do with his own relationship with touch that doesnât come from his best mate or the only person whoâs ever matched his freak like this.
now, does touch simon when in hell, but i fear that this is, again, another exception. he is just now realising that his murderer is not only in hell, but that he is there because of him and his punishment is fucking bullshit. he is angry. he is seeking revenge. he is seeking to make him hurt just like he did over a century ago. being faced with it when he meets despair forces him to realise that he does not want to be that person. he must treat him in kind. he holds his face and comforts him when he confesses fears and shame and guilt so similar to his own all that time ago. he has only just made the strides to understand that he neednât hate himself and he must relay this information to someone who felt that same way, not only in hell, but in life. they were there, together, in st. hillarionâs. in the 1910s. forced to hate themselves and anything that reminded them of themselves. edwin has gotten to see the modern world and see that life does not need to be pain.
itâs so, so important to me that he holds simonâs face here.
why?
because if this show does nothing else well (which is not true), the thing it undoubtedly excels in is parallels.
because this
to THIS???
it kills me every time.
he learns to be as okay with touch as he is because of charles. he learns to use it to comfort others just as charles does it to comfort him. he still doesnât like touch outside of charles and niko, but this is a moment of great emotion and he needs to make a sacrifice.
he is comforted in the same way he comforted simon, by the boy who taught him how.
he was probably never touched much and never viewed it as a comfort, but charles taught him what it could be.
this is the same reason, imo, that it stings so bad when charles refuses to let edwin touch him after fighting off tnn in E4. it took so long to warm up to it and now he sees the benefits, he sees why people do this, he finally takes comfort in it. here is his person in need of comfort and edwin tries to reach out and provide it in the way he taught him works best for him and he acts like he was burned.
anyway iâm sensitive to both touch AND rejection (+ i project onto edwin an UNHEALTHY amount), can ya tell???
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Writer ask thingy: 3, 8, 15, 20 !
Dia daoibh, fucker.
3.) What is that one scene that youâve always wanted to write but canât be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need?
Everything I want to write for the WIP is Coming So Help Me God. If it doesn't fit but is still Mass Effect it's going in a supplimentary little oneshots catch all thing. That's been most of the brain atm, I've got some DW WIPs but I'm totally gonna get back to them I promise.
That Does Not Mean I have Never had half assed ideas I didn't write.
I wanted to make my DBH fic longer, I wanted it to be a whole thing about Connor getting super overwhelmed with being a Deviant and everything that entails and it was all a super thinly veiled metaphor for autistic burnout. I also briefly thought I would recreate the whole of DBH as a text-adventure that was naive hah.
I wanted to write a She-Ra fic focusing on what if Adora just let Catra come with her when she sneaked out of the horde to go find the sword in the first episode. It was gonna be a big long AU and basically everything would be different if that one thing changed. They were gonna be gay way earlier
I have a whole original thing I have never written much of at all but I do have ideas!! I also have Assignmence and Autism Special Interests which take precident a lot of the time.
8.) Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?
This is a fun one because mostly no? Depends on how specific you get. I write fanfic, I read a lot of fanfic. In terms of genre, I love writing angst, if I do not feel 1000% confident that the angst will be held properly (no big dramatic plot twists or OOC stuff for drama or fuckin cliffhangers, dickhead) then I will just simply not read it. No. I do like when it's funny and nonsense and I write a lot of that, but I also like when random americans write about fucking Calculus man idk what I like that's between me, god, and a team of psychologists.
15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
I am simply built different these are all easy hahhaa. I am shit at suggesting titles for others writing but for me I just title everything either a joke or a song lyric and wham done. Idk if they're catchy or enticing I have no idea I just want it to all line up so you can scroll and sing a really weird disjointed version of a song weeee
20.) Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism youâve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
WELL!! You are gonna read this and be like "none of this was new information to me" but idc I'm saying it anyway (SPOILERS FOR MY MASS EFFECT FIC LOL)
ROBOT SHEPARD. I adored that as a concept, it literally wasn't my goal with Tis Grace I have notes from the beginning trying to focus on the, like, social implictations of being dead for a while but it wasn't holding water and then I was like what about the physical implications and then I was like WHAT IF SHE'S AN AI
it was great and there is SO much coming for that, there's stuff in my ME3 one that revolves around that and I'm so excited for. It's all foreshadowed and set up and it's fun because a lot of it happened almost accidentally. In terms of relationships, I obviously love the title lesbians, I swear I do even though they have been together for maybe 15 minutes in the fic but look. I wanted an explanation for why Liara isn't with you in ME2 and I could not think of a cheery one for that. I also didn't expect to be as obsessed with Jack as I am but honestly herself and Shepard genuinely having a close friendship? Miranda gets roped in for dramatic tension? They should have let me write the games idc that I was 10 years old
Anyway if you want a clue as to what happens next listen to the playlist it's. Fairly explicitly stated tbh.
#look I got an ask!!#If I ever do write the things you will certainly hear about it#Antagonising America
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âthe most crucial skill that a good drinksmith needs is listening⌠drinksmithing is all about having conversations with your guestsâ
tea house owner!reader energy for real
#my mind shot straight there when siobhan said this in the hsr event#hey guys#what if i just steal the concept of the event and write a continuation?#the reader does spy on people and accept bribes for jobs blah blah blah#but they also offer free therapy over tea!#(but only if they like the person if course) (everyone else is getting eavesdropped on)#âŚi started writing this as a joke but hey it could be fun#if i ever write a continuation of that fic i might do something like that#high cloud quintet members coming for therapy after baiheng dies#reader helping couples talk through problems in their relationship calmly#iâm a sucker for characters who are very elusive and sneaky and cold but when it comes to it have a heart of gold#âyes i will expose your enemyâs business blah blah but hang on let me help this lost child find their parents firstâ#âoh youâre not being patient? you think your rivalry is more important than this child? actually you can keep the money and leave thank you#[turning to child] ânow tell me where you last saw your parentsâ#and with their connections from the various dealings theyâve had around the xianzhou theyâd be really good at dealing with these situations#and with regards to the jing yuan aspect of things i firmly believe he needs somebody with kindness and warmth in them to fall for them#reader canât all be bribery and dodgy deals#imagining him coming to the shop one day to get some information theyâve gathered or whatever#and theyâre like âshush not now iâm hearing this girl vent about her shit partnerâ#or doing something nice#and he falls even harder#sorry i have gone on an absolute tangent here#i donât know what demon possessed me#maybe i will write a part two who knows#that reader would certainly be a fun one to flesh out#râs random thoughts
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snapdragons mean i'm sorry
summary: you own a flower shop down the street from Wade and Althea, and now Logan's apartment. You and Logan had grown quite close, until you hear him complaining about you through the door. A week later, he shows up at the shop, groveling wc: 2.0 k a/n: sorry about the delay with this one, things have been a bit crazy! I really enjoyed writing for worst!Logan, I think I'm considering a part two for this as well. This fic is based on this request! warnings: lots of hurt and comfort, reader uses she/her pronouns, confused and groveling Logan, Wade being a meddler, slight spoilers for the end of Deadpool and Wolverine
You were two seconds away from chucking the bouquet that you were working on clear across the room. Instead, you gently set the flowers down on your workbench and tightened your pony tail. Heaving a sigh, you snatched the broom out of itâs place leaning up against the doorway and made you way to the front of store.Â
Usually, being surrounded by all of your flowers and specially curated knickknacks brought you a sense of peace. But so far today youâd broken two vases and stabbed your thumb on rose thorns maybe more than youâd ever done in your entire life.Â
Being friends with a superhero (singular) was much less stressful than youâd thought it would be. Wade would stop in to the shop around once a week to buy flowers for Vanessa, always with a quick joke or two before being on his way. It wasnât until heâd saved you from an attempted mugging a few years back that youâd really become close. And youâd been there for a lot. Through his break up with Vanessa, when he was nonstop moaning about how deeply he hated selling lightly used cars, and whenever he needed a second opinion about a new hair system he was perched on a second stool that now had permanent residence behind the counter, right next to yours.Â
Being friends with superheroes (plural) was bringing a new host of issues. Namely, an accelerated heart rate and trouble forming your words in front of Wadeâs new roommate. Wade had warned you that his new acquisition was prickly when heâd stopped over to invite you to the Welcome Home Pizza Party Palooza, according to the hand drawn invitation heâd proudly presented you. Heâd lured you in with promises of meeting his new dog before dropping the bomb that there was an introduction to his roommate included in the package deal. Youâd already agreed, and Wade was too busy rambling about how you were being moved up to from side character status for you to intercede with a made up reason you could no longer attend.Â
You historically didnât do well with meeting new people, and someone who was likely to snap at you at some point throughout the evening, by Wadeâs estimations, was an even bigger hurdle. Even though you had worked yourself up enough to feel slightly sick to your stomach, youâd arrived at the party, armed with flowers for the new roommate and a mini bouquet of dog treats for Mary Puppins. Wade and Alâs apartment was full of familiar faces when youâd arrived. You were caught up in a conversation with Peter and Yukio for a few minutes before theyâd asked about the flowers all but forgotten in your hands. You admitted they were a welcome home present, and Peter kindly pointed out where Logan was standing across the room. Youâd thanked him, and made your way across the room.Â
When you reached him in the kitchen, you stood quietly behind him, working up the courage to make your presence known. Ultimately, it was unnecessary, because he quickly turned around and greeted you with a crinkly-eyed smile that made your heart flutter against your better judgement. Youâd shyly handed over the flowers, stuttering through the explanation of owning the shop down the street and apologizing preemptively if he didnât like them, expecting a strong rebuttal. He certainly looked like the type of man to rebuff the offer of flowers in fear of appearing unmanly or some other nonsense. Instead, he took the flowers from you gently, thanking you. He turned away, searching through the cabinets before pulling out a novelty beer stein decorated with My Little Pony characters with a huff. Logan made quick work of depositing the bouquet in the beer stein, but he frowned at his work, clearly unhappy with the vase options. âSo youâre the florist that heâs obsessed with.âÂ
You smiled to yourself, glad to hear that Wade wasnât only kind to your face. âAre you kidding me?â Speak of the devil. Wade slung an arm around your shoulders, depositing your typical drink of choice in your hand. âMore like worship the ground you walk on. I may be Marvel Jesus but Iâm your disciple. The things she can do with a chrysanthemum.â He moaned in a way you had never heard someone while talking about a flower, of all things.
Logan shook his head, but before either of you could respond, Wade noticed Vanessa coming through the door and was at her side in an instant. Youâd stood with him in the kitchen for a few moments, silent but comfortable. It wasnât long before Althea had called everyone to the table, where you took your usual seat next to Althea and Vanessa. The evening had been comfortable and you couldnât help but notice how naturally Logan and his daughter Laura fit into your strange little family.Â
The next day, youâd stopped by their apartment armed with another bouquet, this one beautifully arranged in one of your favorite vases you kept in stock. You couldnât shake the image of how disappointed Logan had looked with his options the previous night. Al had ushered you inside quickly, letting you know that the rest of the roommates had left her in the name of picking up some necessities for Logan. Youâd dropped the vase on the kitchen counter, ruffled Mary Puppinsâ hair and saw yourself out.Â
Logan had come by to thank you at the store, startling you where you were working in the back. Youâd fumbled one of your vases, sending it crashing to the ground. Logan was quick to usher you onto a stool, locating a broom and making quick work of the glass. Youâd insisted you could take care of it, but heâd shot your down insisting that he would heal right up if he managed to cut himself and he didnât feel like a trip to the ER. It should have stung, but there was a lightness to his voice and a twinkle in his eyes that instead had you fighting down the hear rising to your cheeks.Â
After a few weeks, it was routine for you to stop by a couple nights a week after work, armed with a fresh set of flowers for the vase and some take out. Logan very well could have taken some home with him, as often as he was stopping by, but somehow youâd always get to talking and forget to bundle some up for him. He was immensely helpful around the shop, able to reach things on high shelves and move heavy pallets you would get in much more easily than you were able to. Wadeâs stool had quickly become Loganâs but you didnât much mind.Â
Your hand had settled on the doorknob to their apartment, when two familiar voices faded in through the closed door. It was instinct to pause, you handât really meant to snoop. But the words hurt all the same. âI really am fond of her, but she could really stand to let up on how often sheâs hanging around me.â Your heart started to hammer, frozen in the hallway.Â
âI hear you peanut,â Wade was quick to respond. âCling-ville USA, population her, amiright?âÂ
âFuck off, youâve been obsessed with her as long as Iâve known you.â Your heart sunk. Isnât that what Logan had said, the first night you met? Wade was obsessed with you? As quietly as you could, you dropped your hand from the doorknob and backed away down the hall, hoping that their conversation was loud enough to drown out the sound of your retreating footsteps. Youâd retreated down the hallway, quickly shooting Wade a text that you werenât feeling well and wouldnât be able to make it.Â
You hadnât seen them since. You knew it shouldnât have mattered, but it stung. Youâd moved their stool into the far back corner of the shop because as silly as it sounded, it made you sad to look at him. Thankfully, there had been a steady stream of customers to keep you busy for a while. But now, you were dead and your thoughts were drifting when the bell on the front door rang. You sent a silent thank you to the universe and rushed out to the front of the store. But the customer waiting for you was the only one you were reluctant to see.Â
You hated to admit it, but the image of Logan standing in the middle of your showroom, shoulders slumped and one of the most regretful looks youâd ever seen on anyone was almost enough for you to forgive him on sight. Close but no cigar, one could say. Â
âHey, sweetheartâ he said sheepishly, hands shoved into this pockets.Â
If this is how he was going to play it, so be it. âHey, Lo. Whereâve you been?â
âLaura needed some help at the mansion, and they roped us into a mission. Meant to call but,â he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. âGot a bit busy.â You nodded, doing your best to remember that you were mad at him. Stopped by for some flowers, if you have a minute.â
You nodded curtly, shocked that he wasnât bringing up the obvious tension. He wasnât one to beat around the bush. âWhat kind are you looking for?âÂ
âEh, whatever you think says âSorry, I fucked upâ the bestâ he shrugged, making his way behind the counter.Â
âWho else did you piss off?â You asked, arranging a few more pieces of greenery into the bouquet he had requested. Even if you were frustrated and moody, you couldnât bring yourself to make something you werenât proud of.Â
âWhereâs my seat sweetheart?â He asked, before taking a pause. âWhat do you mean who else?â He asked, cocking his head to the side.Â
âWhat do you mean âwhereâs my seatâ?â You mocked, doing a poor imitation of his gruff voice.Â
âOkay, youâve gotta catch me up here, sweetheart because I clearly missed something.âÂ
âWouldnât wanna cling on too hard, are you sure you want me to do that?â You snarked, dropping the bouquet on the table and storming over to him, poking your finger into his chest. âI heard the both of you complaining about me last week.âÂ
Loganâs hand wrapped around yours, drawing it closer to his chest. âI was coming in here to apologize for being gone for a week. But Iâm happy to double the order to make up for the confusion. If my math is right, bub, you overheard me complaining about that fucking dog insisting on sleeping on my bed. Even after I told Wade to keep her out of my room.âÂ
âYou love her.âÂ
âYeah, you know me too well sweetheart.âÂ
You smiled up at him, soaking in the warmth of having him this close, when something clicks in your head. âAre you telling me that you waltzed in here and asked me to make my own apology flowers?â If you hadnât already decided he was off the hook, the way his mouth turned down into a little pout would have sealed the deal.Â
He hesitates for a few moments, eyes glancing around the shop seemingly in search of an answer. âDidnât want to give the business to someone else.â He shrugged, bashfully. Â
Against your better judgement, a few giggles slipped past your lips, which had been firmly pressed together. A few more, and then you were laughing so hard you were having trouble breathing. You leaned your head against his chest, taking measured deep breaths to curve the laughter âI canât believe this,â you gasped, wiping a few tears away that had spilled onto your cheeks. You grinned up at him through the tears, taking in the way his eyes warmed when he smiled.Â
âCould have been worse,â he shrugged, mischief making his eyes sparkle. âCould have gone with Wadeâs suggestion.â
âI have to know.âÂ
He slipped both his arms around you, pulling you in close. âWanted me to jump out of a cake.âÂ
You snuggled in close, leaning your head on his chest. âI would like to see it.âÂ
âThen weâll have to see what we can do about that.âÂ
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The Old Way
Listen... I don't even know what I'm on with this. Just... don't judge me. Omfg what is wrong with me.
AO3 Link -- TW: omegaverse wildness, biting, blood, etc.
Your people are starving, and your clan's Alpha has asked you, their only remaining Omega, to give yourself up as a sacrifice to save them. So, you agree, and you are to be mated to one of the Alphas of Clan 141, praying that it is to any of them except Alpha Price. He is known to have a knot that is impossible to take, but when you finally meet him, you're not sure of what's possible anymore. Will you risk it all to be with him, even if his knot might kill you? One way to find outâŚ
The Old Way
You couldnât see the stars. The shroud that hung over your head was made from fine, black silk, and through its thin organza, you could barely make out the shape of the Watcher in front of you, much less the glittering galactic expanse overhead. You were wrapped like a gift, and if you wanted to save the lives of everyone youâd ever loved, you would remain cloaked in your darkness, hidden, waiting for your big moment. More than anything, you wanted to pull your veil away from your eyes just to see the familiar constellations again, to comfort yourself with their shapes, to make one last independent choice before all of your volition was stolen from you forever.Â
That wasnât the right word. You couldnât steal something that was given freely. You were not bound, and you were certainly not forced to wear the shadowed veil against your will. You had selected this path for yourself, and now you were living through the consequences of that decision.
As the only Omega in your clan â the first one born in seventy years â you were raised on the knowledge that you may one day be asked to give up your life for your clan. After the war, life was hard, and now that your people were stuck in a seemingly endless drought, it had become even more desperate. Your clan leader, Alpha Roan, had come to you six weeks ago with a terrible look in his eyes, a palpable guilt, still wearing his mourning collar for his long-lost mate, Omega Kiran, and he had asked you if you would be willing to undergo The Exchange.
His own wife had come to your clan through The Exchange, and although they had chosen to perform a private ceremony, you knew that it had been a challenge for her. Before she died, she had taught you much about your role, but you were still a youngling, and some things were just not for you to hear at such an age.Â
You thought about the years that had passed after the loss of your clanâs Omega. Alpha Roan had insisted on your education, and your training, but the idea that you would be asked to leave your clan through The Exchange was always a distant threat. But, now, here it was. You had been called by your Alpha to sacrifice yourself for their benefit; not in a marriage of love, but in a clan trade.Â
You had been asked by your Alpha to think about your choice. After he left you to ponder your choice, you sat down in your chambers surrounded by your Watchers, the women who had raised you, who had taught you to read, to write, to fight, and to charm. They looked at you with the same guilty, knowing eyes, and they asked you if you were prepared to make the sacrifice.Â
âYou do know what awaits you at the end of The Exchange, donât you, Omega?â Watcher Trinity had asked you quietly, holding your hands in her shaking fingers, the wrinkled skin of her knuckles folding and stretching over her thin bones.Â
You nodded, âYes, Watcher. I am to be given to a new Alpha.â
She had looked at you then, her eyes sharp and calculating, trying to figure out how she would ask her next question.  Â
âDo you know the way in which you will be given, Omega?âÂ
Her tone chilled your heart, sinking through your body like ice across a pond, freezing you in place. You waited. There was more that she needed to say, and you allowed her to explain.Â
And now that you knew the truth, you felt fully prepared to accept the terms of the agreement. You would deliver your people from their strife, and any pain, any shame, and any horror that you experienced from this point onward would be in service to your clan. You hoped that would be enough solace to sustain you. There was no shame in your sacrifice, you knew that. But, in your soul, you knew that knowing a thing and experiencing a thing were two vastly disparate sides of the same coin.Â
You informed your clan Alpha, holding your chin high,Â
âI accept the terms of The Exchange, Alpha Roan.â
âYour people are forever in your debt, Omega. Watchers,â he addressed your caregivers, âPlease make preparations in the old way of our clan.â
âThe old way, Alpha Roan?â Watcher Trinity had asked, her voice giving away her apprehension.
âYes, Watcher. We will follow the law, no matter how⌠upsetting it may be. Clan 141 is too powerful for us to take any undue risks. If they do not accept her, we may not survive their engagement.â
Even in your sheltered little academy, you had heard of Clan 141. Their clan was small, but it was deeply feared. If any other clan dared step out of line, the 141 were there to rain hellfire and destruction down on them until there was nothing left. They were not cruel, but they abided no violent acts in their territory, and any whisper of rekindling the war efforts or of superseding the peace treaty was dealt with swiftly and decisively.Â
Before the war, kings and presidents and generals had pulled the strings. Now that the world lay in ruins, the 141 was the only thing between your small clan and total destruction from larger, more aggressive packs. The 141 was the only reason your people still had other clans to trade with; they had made sure smaller communities had access to fair market costs for food and services, and no one dared to shun your merchants now that you were under their protective wing.Â
Your Watchers had done their best to ease you into your preparations. Clan 141 would be at the neutral ground in six weeks, and your team had tried to make every moment of that window meaningful in your training. They had started slowly, teaching you to stretch your untouched hole with your fingers, showing you diagrams and depictions of your own anatomy, warning you of the physical trial of taking an Alphaâs knot.Â
It was mortifying when you endured your first test. Watcher Gillar and Watcher Bhin had made you sit in front of a mirror and show them your progress. You were told to clench and release the muscles of your hole on command, fluttering it to prove its strength. Then, they had produced a carved, glass phallus, expecting you to practice on a smaller model before moving you up to a more advanced size.Â
You took it from their hands, looking at its curved, rigid shape with wide-eyed curiosity, trying to swallow your grief at being seen doing the unthinkable by people you considered to be your closest friends and caregivers. It almost made you regret your decision. But, your people needed you, so you rested the smooth tip of the phallus at the entrance of your hole and began to shove it inside of yourself.Â
This new feeling was overwriting your mind, so alien and yet so very comforting to you, confounding in its sensations yet overwhelming in its unique, bright pleasure.
It was a struggle, but you managed to slip it into your body almost down to the large, bulbous knot on the end. The sharp pain of being entered for the first time was not as terrible as you had feared, but when you pulled the phallic rod back out of you, it was cloudy with your slick and your blood.Â
âTry the knot, Omega. Your Alpha will be twice as large as this, at least. You do not want your first experience to be at the ceremony. I know that you will want to appear strong in front of the other clans.â Watcher Bhin encouraged you, holding you to her shoulder as she sat behind you, trying her best to comfort you through such a harrowing ordeal.Â
You put their practice cock back inside of you, slipping down further than you had, feeling the wide anatomy pressing against your entrance, but still unable to take the full knot inside. You pushed and pulled with your muscles, just like your Watchers had taught you, but it wouldnât budge. You were panting, sweating, and teetering on the edge of an embarrassing orgasm in front of your Watchers, and you gasped out, exasperated,Â
âI canât. I donât think I can do this, Watcher.â
âLay back, Omega. I will help you,â Watcher Gillar said softly, replacing your hand with hers at the base of the phallus.Â
You lay down on your back against your soft pillows, trying to avoid your Watchersâ pitying eyes. Then, you felt a cool gel being applied around the sore ring of your hole; something to ease the way since there was no true Alpha present to coax your slick from your glands. Watcher Bhin had held your hand in hers, gripping you tightly, letting you squeeze her through the pain, wiping away your tears as the glass bulb of the pretend knot began to split you, stretching your body before finally popping into place.
You Watchers had comforted you for a few minutes, but then you were told to begin your meditations.
With much difficulty, you sat up, feeling the heavy knot nestled against your walls. Then, Watcher Bhin handed you a firm pillow, and you understood that you must straddle it, and that it would push the knot against you. You were to train your body and your mind to accept it so that you would have the stamina to withstand the ceremony.Â
âDo not be afraid to listen to your body, Omega. We will return to help you remove it and recover. I will light some incense for you. Concentrate on your strength.â
You nodded, uncrossing your legs and settling yourself over the firm pillow, feeling the deep, sacral grind of the phallus as you set your weight against it. When you were left alone, you began your breathing techniques, but all the while, a flush was rushing across your skin, the shadow of a rising desire to come, and yet subtly different. Something whispered in your mind, and you wondered if you could call your slick down yourself, without an Alphaâs help.Â
So, you tried, rocking back and forth across the pillow, churning the knot within your core, feeling the rounded tip rubbing against your deepest parts. You removed your robes, letting the flush keep you warm, watching yourself in the tall mirror, meeting your own eyes.Â
It took only minutes before a true orgasm was upon you, but you tried to hold it at bay, searching through the sparkling, cracking fog of pleasure for the part of you that made you special. No Beta would survive a knotting; they never did, and it was a crime to even try. But, you were meant for it, and you knew that your Watchersâ training would not let you down. You breathed through the bliss, reaching out with your mind towards your slick, imagining it, visualizing your success, manifesting it deep within you.Â
When the Watchers found you later that night, they woke you with cool rags and worried faces,
âWhat happened, Omega? How did youâŚâ Watcher Gillar looked down at your bare legs to where the pillow sat under you, seeing a torrent of slick and milky come covering your skin and the silk of the bolster, confused by how you could produce it without an Alphaâs beckoning call. It was just not done, not even considered to be a possibility.Â
After that night, there was much chatter amongst the Watchers. They consulted old tomes, dusting off the pages in the library of your little academy where you trained far away from the rest of your village, kept up here in your tower like a Delphic oracle, buried like a treasure.Â
The training became more intense, and each practice phallus that your Watchers produced became harder and heavier, each bearing knots that were unfathomably large. You used your newfound power to face each of your challenges, less ashamed now to perform in front of your team, but knowing that the ceremony would be something else entirely.Â
You had asked about it one night as your Watchers were helping you bathe after a particularly difficult practice session,Â
âWill there truly be none absent from the ceremony, Watcher Trinity?â
âOnly the cubs and their mothers are forbidden from attending. Otherwise, all clan members are obligated to witness The Exchange. We will even invite Clan Farlight and Clan Seres to the feast as a token of goodwill. You know this, Omega,â her tone was a little impatient, wondering why you were asking such a basic question, âYour Alpha has asked for your ceremony to be conducted in the old way, according to the original scrolls.âÂ
âI am worried that I will dishonor you with my abilities. I cannot seem to take even these false knots without tears,â you repeated the old scripture, chanting it rote to your Watcher just as you used to do when you had started your adult training, âOmegas are vessels. They will silently submit. The ceremony will be still, honoring the sacrifice.â
Watcher Trinity knelt down beside your bath and made you look at her. Her eyes softened, and she told you,
âYes, that is what is written, but it is not that simple. You have already honored us with your sacrifice. We have no grain. We have skinny, milkless goats, and our well is nearly dry. When we feast after your ceremony, the full bellies of your people will mean so much more than any perceived weakness that you are reluctant to show.â She grabbed your hand out of the warm water, holding it in hers, âIf you need to cry, we will understand, and we will be comforting you from the crowd. Trust me, Omega.â
You tried to put it all out of your mind as you marched down the path, following behind your Watchers as they surrounded you, adorned in their own ceremonial garb. They had worn their armor and their long, red robes, carrying huge, black scythes like walking sticks, as was the custom of your clan. Your Alpha was walking in the front of your pack, guiding your clan to the meeting point. You could just see the white, canvas tops of the tents and yurts that had been constructed for the ceremony, meant to house hundreds of people for at least three days. Yours was the biggest, its adornment the most splendid. But that was little comfort to your frayed nerves.Â
You were miles from home at this point, missing the comfort of your room and your books, knowing that you would never return there, and that perhaps your new Alpha would not allow you to keep any of your belongings from your old life.Â
Youâd heard horror stories from some of the Betas in your clan, tales of Alphas who used their Omegas like slaves, keeping them clad in irons, surviving in dark dungeons only to be used to breed and to give their Alphas carnal pleasure.Â
While you were being prepared for this journey, a pair of Beta women had helped you paint your skin, drawing intricate symbols and prayers in gold flake, chittering about the ceremony and the feast without knowing what you had been through over the past six weeks.
âThis is the first time I will witness a ceremony done in the old way,â Beta Lilia said.Â
âDo you know which Alpha will claim you?â Liliaâs friend, Beta Tyran, asked you, not knowing how loaded her words were.
You shook your head; you didnât even know how many Alphas belonged to Clan 141. Lilia gushed about them for you, taking the conversation out of your hands,
âClan 141 has four Alphas! Can you imagine? I hear that they have an entire army of Omegas as well. Alpha Garrick is so handsome, and he has three gorgeous Omegas. They are almost too beautiful to look upon.. I saw him when I was at the central market once. He was leading a team, hunting the vagabonds who set fire to a farmerâs field, you remember when that happened? It was years ago now. He was so imposing. But, that other one was there, too.âÂ
She made a face that was strong enough to make you ask about it,
âWhich one?â
âThe Ghost, Alpha Riley. They say that no one has seen his face. He wears a terrifying skull mask. I heard from Yair that he has three Omegas as his guards, all masked as well. Yes! Guards! They have armor and weapons and huge, bulging muscles. Beautiful and lethal ââ
âDonât be ridiculous,â Beta Tyran interrupted, âNo one would give their Omegas weapons. No one would let their Omegas out in the public markets! Imagine the danger.â
Lilia shrugged, âYair said that these Omegas were the danger.âÂ
Then, you heard about Alpha MacTavish, a descendant from one of the ancient warlords, charming and fearsome. He kept two Omegas as his brides, always pregnant, but almost as fearsome as Alpha Rileyâs guards. Alpha MacTavish often expected them to travel with their Beta friends, to take their children up into the mountains, hunting and fishing and exploring outdoors. All sorts of stories about his large, loving family. You silently hoped you would be claimed by him. It would be nice to live amongst Omegas and their cubs.Â
âWhich one is their Apex Alpha? There must be one in a clan with so many Alphas,â you mused, asking the girls since you did not know much about Clan 141 yourself.
The Betas shared a look, and then Lilia shook her head,
âYou will not be claimed by him, Omega. Donât worry.â
âWhy?â You pried, using your influence to force her to tell you.
âHis name is Alpha Price, the leader of Clan 141. Heâs the deadliest man in the entire land, and heâs the one who destroyed Clan Konni.â
The weight of that news sank in, and the dramatic tone of her story had attracted other Betas and Watchers to gather around you to listen to her tale,Â
âAlpha Price has never claimed an Omega. They say that he had tried. He had found one of Alpha Garrickâs Omegas to be very pretty, but she tried to take his knot and failed, so Alpha Garrick took her under his protection instead.â
âFailed?â Watcher Bhin asked, shocked by the implication.Â
âMy sister was a medic who served with the Alliance in the most recent skirmish, and the 141 helped defeat the rebels who were killing members of Clan Darrah a few years ago. She said that she served under the doctor who had healed Alpha Garrickâs Omega. Said heâd never seen anything like it before in his life. She was so strong, and yetâŚâ
Liliaâs words hung heavy in the air, and all of the women looked at each other and then at you, suddenly feeling the weight of your sacrifice, ashamed at their earlier levity. Tyran shook her head and patted you on the arm,Â
âDonât worry. Alpha Price will not claim you. You have nothing to worry about.â
That night, painted gold and covered in your black silks, you sat in your tent and meditated while you waited for the other clans to arrive. Your mind kept wandering to Alpha Price and his lonely existence. Had he really injured an Omega during his claiming of her? How large must his knot have been to do so? It made you shudder to think about it, and yet deep inside of you, your core warmed from the thought. If he imprinted on youâŚ
But, imprinting was just a myth. Something only written in old texts as a footnote or a story. It was a part of the ritual of The Exchange, but it wasnât real.Â
âOmega,â Watcher Trinity interrupted your meditation and peeked her head into your tent, âIt is time to present The Cloth.â
Clan 141 was here, then.Â
The ritual of The Exchange began with The Shroud, which you were already wearing. Then, it was The Cloth. If all went well, it would then be The Meeting. And finally, The Ceremony.
The Cloth was a gift from the Omega to her new Alpha, a token of her affection and a chance for him to smell her scent for the first time. In ancient legends, this is when her true mate would imprint upon her, her Omegan scent bringing out his Alphic marks, dark spots or stripes across his neck and back, making him look like a big cat, ready to bite into her neck and claim her as his own.Â
She tried to shake herself out of that fantasy world. All she could hope was that one of their Alphas would be drawn to her scent enough to accept her. Her people were depending on her.
âHere is your cloth, Omega. I embroidered it myself. I hope that it honors you,â Watcher Trinity handed you a wooden box, carved and adorned with great care, and when you opened it, you found a red silk square of fabric, sewn with the sigils and symbols of your clan in fine gold thread. You smiled up at your Watcher and reached out to hold her in your arms,
âItâs perfect, Watcher. Thank you for caring for me.â
You were both fighting off tears when she finally pulled away. You hoped that your Alpha would at least let you say goodbye after the ceremony, even if you might never see her again.Â
Watcher Trinity and all of the other women left you alone again in your tent, giving you privacy to prepare The Cloth. You made yourself naked, and you began to rub the silk across your neck and glands, trying to soak your scent into the piece. Then, you wiped it between your legs, swiping up some of your wetness to coat the fabric. Usually, this would be enough. You could call your Watcher back into the tent and give her the box, and you would be done.Â
But, something in your heart told you to try to call out your slick. You listened to your instincts, and you began to rub the soft fabric against your folds, bringing your own pleasure to a warm, shining height. Just when you thought you might not be able to do it, that your nervousness would make it too difficult or that you might black out again from the effort, you felt something inside of you slip free. Then, your hole was flooded, the orgasm making your vision go blurry and form spots at the edges, your whole body convulsing from the strength of your pleasure, and you had to lay down just to try and stay awake through your gushing bliss.Â
You felt it coat the silk and your hand, a thick, milky slick, and your heart swelled with pride. You knew that a gift this special would sway the attention of at least one of their Alphas. You trusted in your skills and training that you were worthy of this ceremony and that your people would be saved.Â
Sitting up, you carefully opened the box and returned The Cloth to its resting place, soaked with your scent. You took time to clean yourself up, stuffing wet blankets into your laundry packs and hiding them away, remaking your nest before your Watcher would know what you had done. You werenât sure why you were keeping a secret from them, but you just felt like this was something between you and your Alpha. A promise, of sorts.Â
You replaced your black silks and veil over your otherwise unclothed body and called your Watchers. They entered your tent along with Alpha Roan.Â
His eyes widened as he approached you, taking the box from your hands. Quietly, as if knowing that this was an extremely private affair, he whispered to you,Â
âWhat have you done, little Omega?â
âI am doing what needs to be done, Alpha. Please, deliver my message to my new Master.â
You use of the ancient terminology caught your clan Alpha off guard, but you were glad of it. If this was to be done in the old way, then you would withstand it, but you would also do it your way. You were the Omega, here, and you were the reason your clan would survive this struggle. It was time you started acting like the heroine that you were. You would be your peopleâs strength, no matter the cost.
âVery well,â Alpha Roan sighed, closing the box, calling out to your team, âWatchers, bring your Omega to The Cloth ritual.â
You were guided to the path again, leaving your tent behind and walking towards the big, outdoor theater. It was a crude coliseum of sorts, a large circular pit lined with rows and rows of carved seating that was cut into the land. People had already begun to line the viewing platforms, each clan decorated in their traditional garb. You felt proud to see the stripe of red where your people sat, holding each othersâ hands and praying for your safe arrival.Â
You were not greeted with raucous applause but instead with reverent silence. Alpha Roan walked in front of your Watchers, and you were the last one into the theater, dressed only in your sheer shroud, trying your best not to feel self-conscious about the fact that - because of the firelight - everyone could see your naked, painted body through the veil, even though you were covered head to toe in the organza. In the tent, the lighting was low and kept you in darkness, hiding your body under the thin silk. But, not here in the theater. Your skin was illuminated by the torches, and you knew that even your friends and neighbors could now see your most private parts.Â
You made sure that your face did not give away your lingering shame.Â
Alpha Roan took center stage, and you saw the Alphas of Clan 141 for the first time.Â
Alpha MacTavish was standing between his two Omegas, and you mused that his oldest children must have stayed behind to care for his cubs. He was dressed in his Clanâs black gear, covered in armor like a gladiator, his head shaven into a mohawk, spiked and messy on the crown of his head. His body was huge and stocky, and the Omegas seated at his sides looked so tiny compared to his bulk. But, they were strong. Their bellies were round with the promise of future cubs, and their skin and hair glowed like the stars.Â
Alpha Garrick stood next to him, his Omegas seated together to his right, dressed in the finest robes you had ever seen. He clearly had a type, and you thought that they looked like triplets, all decorated in jewels and gold, riches youâd never even dreamt of. Their Alpha was every bit as handsome as the stories had promised. He had pouty, full lips that were curled in a snarky sort of smile, and his soft brown eyes exuded pure confidence. His hands were wide and powerful, resting on his curved blade that lay sheathed at his hip.Â
Alpha Riley was masked, as you had been told, as were his Omegas. They were not seated, and every bit of armor that was strapped to his hulking body was also strapped to them. They had glittering knives, bows, arrows, and slings, looking like they could win their own war by themselves. Their bodies were heavily muscled, and all four of them seemed as tall as Alpha MacTavish, standing proudly in leather boots.Â
Then, you saw Alpha Price. He was holding a large wooden stick, at least seven feet tall, with hundreds of notches sliced into the side. You wondered what he was keeping track of, and you shuddered to know. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his hair was cut high and tight on the sides. He was certainly bigger and better muscled than each of his men, but that was not what you noticed about him first. It was his eyes. They were piercingly blue, like glacial ice, and they were looking right at you. Hungry.Â
Something inside of your core tightened under his scrutiny, but Alpha Roanâs voice shook you from your trance,
âClan Arlos welcomes Clan 141 to The Exchange. We present you with our offering, an unmated Omega, 26 years of age, fully trained in the old ways of our people. She is our greatest gift, and we ask for your acceptance of our sacrifice.â
Alpha Roan held up the box with The Cloth inside for all to see. He set it on the large, marble altar in the middle of the stage and backed away from it, waiting for the other Alphas to take part in the ritual.Â
Alpha Price spoke, and your body nearly trembled at the sound of his deep, purring voice. You were more nervous than you thought, and you tried to breathe to manage yourself.Â
âWe will consider your honorable offering, Clan Arlos.â
With that, he slammed his huge stick against the stony ground and Alpha MacTavish stepped up to the altar. He opened the box, and along with the other Alphas in attendance, his body had a visceral reaction. His hands went to touch the cloth and he brought it to his nose, smelling your scent with a sort of wonder and amazement.Â
Then, to your great relief, he raised his hand, palm outward, as a show of his acceptance of your scent. If you accepted him as well, you would be mated.Â
But, the slamming sound of the stick shook you out of your celebrations. Alpha Price called up Alpha Garrick.Â
This was most unusual. Typically, only one Alpha had to agree. It wasnât like you had much choice in the matter. Even if Alpha MacTavishâs scent did not stir your heart, you would still submit to him as expected. This was not a marriage of love but of convenience.Â
MacTavish looked back over his shoulder at Price, just as shocked as you were. His Omegas looked even more taken aback, strangely offended that you would not automatically join them. But, Alpha MacTavish returned the cloth to the box and made room for Garrick, disappointed and visibly confused.Â
Alpha Garrick opened the box and buried his face against The Cloth, breathing in once, twice, and then tasting the fabric, right in front of everyone. It was his right, but it was a little audacious.Â
His palm went up, high in the air, and his Omegas smiled and held each otherâs hands, excited at your acceptance.Â
Another loud slam. Another rejection.Â
You may still end up with MacTavish or Garrick after negotiations, you remembered, but you were now wondering why Alpha Price had chosen to test you against all three of his men before making a decision. It was very odd. Alpha Roan looked greatly concerned.Â
Alpha Riley approached the altar, his gloved hands prying open the box, then, he lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his mouth and nose. The slightest murmur of shock rippled through the crowd. He bent to smell your scent, and he raised his hand in the air, signaling his acceptance before replacing his mask. You thought you caught the hint of a smile just before his pale lips disappeared beneath the skull plate again.Â
Slam! The stick pounded against the floor.
All of Clan 141 turned to look at Alpha Price at once. Your heart stopped. Why would he⌠Why would Alpha Price want to undergo The Cloth ritual himself? He had no Omega. Surely, he wouldnât claim you now, not after what had happened. You watched Alpha Garrickâs Omegas. One of them stared at Alpha Price with wide, glossy eyes. You thought that it must be his prior candidate for a mate. She was afraid for you. They were all afraid.
All eyes were on Alpha Price as he approached the altar, and the entire theater was silent as he took The Cloth in his hands. He lay it out flat, in no rush, inspecting the wet stain that you had left for him, using his thumb to feel the fine, gold embroidery. Then, his eyes darted up to yours. He was the first one to look at you while he held The Cloth to his nose, that icy gaze making you tremble with anticipation.Â
You were so lost in his eyes that you didnât see what was stirring the crowd. There was a loud gasp and then an explosion of whispers. You looked around, trying to understand what was happening. Then, when he tucked The Cloth into his breast pocket, keeping you for himself, you saw it.Â
Long, red lines began to stain his skin like lightning. All of his veins tattooed themselves across his neck, and although his armor was covering his shoulders, you knew that the marks would be there as well.Â
Alpha Price had imprinted for you.Â
Then, he silenced the crowd by raising his right hand, palm up, staring at you the entire time.Â
You were whisked away, surrounded by your Watchers, hearing Alpha Roanâs voice behind you, sounding like protest, but you couldnât make out the words. Compared to the initial silence, the area erupted in a shattering din, clans shouting and yelling over each other, the drama from the ritual dividing the people.Â
You thought you would be taken back to your tent, but you were brought to a large lake about five hundred yards from the theater. It was quiet again. No one was allowed to follow you here, it seemed.Â
Watcher Trinity tried to explain in a rushed whisper, helping you climb into a boat and rowing you out to the middle of the lake,
âThere is a dispute for your claiming. Alpha Roan will negotiate new terms, and Clan 141 must decide who will be your Alpha. It will be alright, Omega. Itâll be alright.â
She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than you.
âWhat now?â
âBecause there is not just one Alpha who has claimed you, they will undergo a ritual called The Trial. It is a fight; a test of will. Whichever Alpha can win will be granted the right to appeal to you first. If you reject him, then you will be given a chance to hear the appeal from the second.â
âSo, it will be up to me, then?â
âYes. Alpha Price has put the choice in your hands. Very odd, and not in our custom, but we must honor his wishes. You will wait here for the winner.â
You looked around. You were now in the middle of the lake, and there was a platform lingering just below the water. It was a wide stone block, about three meters wide in each direction. Watcher Trinity helped you out of the boat and you stepped tentatively onto the platform.Â
âWill you wait with me?â You asked, feeling the uncertainty and fear finally get the better of you.Â
âNo, my Omega. I cannot. These waters are forbidden to Betas. Only Alphas and Omegas can touch it. Take this. It is your flare. If you are in trouble, if he tries to get to you, fire it high into the sky and we will rescue you. You can do this. I know you are strong. Wait patiently for your Alpha,â she paused, grabbing your hand, âI realize you are doing this for us, but please, follow your heart.â
âI will, Watcher.âÂ
So, you waited. You meditated, standing in an inch of cool lake water as you tried to commune with the land around you. And you waited some more. Hours passed until, finally, you saw torches. Your Watchers lined one side of the lake, and they greeted the newcomers. Then, you saw him. Alpha Price was being stripped down by your Watchers. They took his weapons from him, and then his clothes, making him naked on the shoreline. He craned his neck, trying to look for you in the lake, but it was dark and you were dressed in black.Â
You could see him just fine, though. His huge body was covered in short, curly hair, dense and dark against his skin. His muscles bulged and popped as he peeled away his layers of clothing. They left his undergarments on, little more than a linen loincloth. Then, you saw your Watchers attach a huge, metal collar around his neck. They clamped it together with a padlock in the back, and a huge chain was attached at the latch.Â
They bound his hands, chaining them together, and then loaded him into the boat. They rowed toward you with his back facing the platform, and as he got closer, you saw his imprint markings, red and raised like jagged scars across his neck and shoulders. Your scent had marked him permanently. The welts would go down, and the red would fade, but it would always be there, evidence of his imprinting.Â
The boat reached you, and he climbed out of it, sitting on the opposite side of the platform from you, just far enough to be out of range for your scent.Â
His eyes found yours again, staring at you through your veil, finding your gaze with a natural ease. He held a small box in his hands, and you thought you saw the phantom of a smile across his lips as you looked over his face.Â
The boat rowed to shore, dragging the long chain all the way back, and you were alone with him. It was quiet for a long while. You were just staring at each other, studying each other, trapped in a silent battle.Â
You looked down at his hands, noticing for the first time his cut, bloody knuckles, and he saw the worry cross over your eyes.
âTheyâre fine,â he said quietly, âMy men. If thatâs what you were wondering.â
âBut, you triumphed over them, clearly,â you replied, not trusting your own voice.Â
He chuckled a bit, sighing,Â
âI did.â
âYou fought for me, then.â
The laughing stopped, and he lifted his chin, proudly,Â
âI did.â
âAnd you are here for my acceptance.â
He didnât respond to your cue, but instead, he took the box in his hands and slid it across the platform, skittering it along the surface of the water, making little splashes as it landed in front of you.Â
You reached for it, opening it up to reveal a shining key.Â
âThrow it in the lake,â he commanded you, using his Alphaâs voice to bend your will.Â
It shocked you, and you were so close to obeying, but you stopped, cutting your eyes at him,
âWhat is this?â
âThrow. It. Omega.â
His voice seared through your blood, calling to you with old magic. You fought hard to keep your mind under your own control,Â
âStop! Stop it. Tell me what this is, Alpha.â
âIt unlocks my collar. Otherwise, if I make so much as a shift in your direction that they donât like,â his head turned to look back toward your watchers, âThey will pull me into the lake, and I will drown.â
âAnd if I unlock itâŚâ
âThen, you will be my mate,â his tone turned vitriolic then, âAnd you will die.â
You let his words sink in, your curiosity overcoming your fear,
âYou believe your knot cannot be taken.â
He spat back,Â
âMy belief is not ââ
âBut, itâs not up to you,â you interrupted him, âIs it?â
The shock that washed over his bright eyes filled you with a sort of sick satisfaction. You should be afraid of him, but your roles were reversed out here on this rock, and you were holding him under your command.Â
âToss that key, girl. MacTavish fought hard for you. Heâll care for you. Heâs a good man.â
âAre you a good man?â
âNo,â he growled, his eyes dropping to the water, examining the chains around his own hands, inspecting them for the bloodstains that he obviously thought should be there.Â
âI am here for my people, Alpha Price. I am not looking for a husband. I am a resource to be traded for other resources. My clan needs The Exchange. Our people are starving, and I ââ
âI would not let them starve,â Priceâs eyes shot back up, indignant that you would suggest that he would leave you and your clan without food or water.Â
You let yourself smile slightly, teasing him,Â
âSpoken like a good man.â
He twisted his lips over his teeth, but he stayed quiet. You continued to torment him,Â
âWhy did you raise your hand for me?â
He sighed, sitting forward, sloping his shoulders toward you,
âI couldnât help it. My AlphaâŚHeâŚâ He paused, searching for the words, âI could smell you through the box. I knew you from the moment I saw you walk through the arena. And when my men all raised their hands for you, I knew you would be accepted as our Clan Omega. You are mine in every way that matters. And I cannot have you.â
His voice was full of bitterness. You wanted to smell him. What were the chances that he was your true mate? One-sided imprinting was rare, but true mates were one in a million.Â
You stood, surprising him, and he jolted back, sitting up right. The chain around his wrists clattering. You looked over at the shoreline. Your Watchers held the long chain around his neck, heavy and sagging into the black water, ready to yank it tight if he lunged for you, if he fell prey to his Alphic instinct to breed you.Â
He watched you approach, seeing how the water rippled with every step you took, gazing upon the dripping silks that clung to your legs, devouring you with his eyes. You stopped in front of his crossed legs, Knowing that he could smell you now. Your pussy was shielded only with a few layers of silk, and you watched him flare his nose, sniffing you right in front of his face, blowing a slow exhale of air through his lips, making the organza billow between your legs.Â
âCan I smell your scent, Alpha?â You whispered, your voice slicing through the silence of the still lake.Â
His chains clattered as he twisted his head to look up at you, peeling his eyes away from your pretty pussy to meet your gaze. Then, he bent his head to one side, giving you his neck, showing you his scent gland, a sea of red stripes emanating from its center.Â
You bent over him, closing the gap, steadying yourself by laying a gentle hand on his huge shoulder. Then, you took a long pause and breathed him in. His scent swirled through your body, wrecking your other senses. It was only him. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Your Alpha. Your mate. Your true mate.Â
You felt the red marks of your imprint streak across your skin, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw them branch through your veins and across your gland just as his had done.Â
The click of a lock made his eyes flash back to you, and with that movement, his heavy collar tumbled into the lake, the drag of the chain singing as it scraped the side of the platform.Â
âWhat have you done, my Omega?â Price breathed.Â
It was the second time youâd been asked that question. Your response was still the same:
âI am doing what needs to be done, Master. I am giving myself to you, my true mate.â
The boats were in the water the moment the collar slipped from his neck. The Watchers were on you in moments, and Priceâs Beta soldiers were there to collect him. You watched as they rowed you two apart, taking you back to your camps to prepare for the ceremony.Â
Your Watchers were in a rush. There were only a few hours until sunrise. Your wet robes were switched out for red ones, and a red veil adorned your head. Underneath, you were rubbed and painted and sprayed with oils, until finally, Watcher Trinity came forward with a bowl of salve. She had made it herself, you could tell. She cared for you so deeply.Â
âI trust you, Omega. I know you know what youâre doing. But, please take this. It will help your muscles relax for him, and it will make it easier to bring on your natural defenses.â
She was being coy, avoiding using the word to refer to your slick, knowing that you had your own method of calling it forth using your special power. But, you took it from her anyway, and after you were left alone again to meditate, you used two fingers to massage it into your hole, feeling its effects begin to warm you, making your flesh supple and pliant.Â
A hand curled around your tent flap, pulling it open. Instead of your Watcher, you saw one of Garrickâs Omegas. It was her, the one who had failed to take your Alphaâs knot.
She stepped inside,
âMay I speak with you?â
You nodded, motioning for her to sit,
âYes, but Iâm afraid I already know what you are about to say.â
Her eyes widened,Â
âIf you know, then why have you accepted this? Alpha MacTavish was his second. He is not to your liking? His Omegas are kind and ââ
âNo, they were all to my liking. I am eager to join your pack in whichever way I can, but Alpha Price is my true mate.â
You showed her your skin from under the red silks, knowing she could not see them through the red of the veil. She gaped at them,Â
âYour⌠true mate? He could⌠This could kill you, Omega. I donât want to see you come to harm, and it would destroy him. I saw how he was after my accident. I nearly blamed myself for his deep sorrow.â
âI trust my training, Omega, and I am so grateful for your support, but he is my mate. What is meant to happen to me, will.â You stood with her, seeing your Watchers hovering just outside the tent, signaling them that you were ready to leave.Â
âThen, I trust you as well. The others are so excited to meet you. I wish you an easy path, and I hope your ceremony is just as you want it to be. After this, you will be our Clan Omega, and I will serve you until the end of my days.â
She kissed your cheek through your veil and left you to be delivered back to the altar.Â
For a long time, you had wondered if this final walk away from your pack would be a sad one. You expected every step to be filled with hesitation and fear. But, the only thing you felt was joy. Your mate awaited you at the end of this long path, and you were ready to submit to him. He was worthy of your strength, and he would help you deliver your people from danger. You would rule beside him, helping him use the 141 for good, eradicating the evil from your land.Â
The sunâs pink wash was rising out of the horizon line just as you reached the theater. The crowd was silent again, and you saw the pallor and shock painted on all of their faces. They were expecting a funeral instead of a feast. They had no idea why anyone would be so desperate as to sacrifice their only Omega to this Alpha, especially when it was not necessary. But, they didnât realize that you were no prisoner. You were no oneâs puppet. You were in charge, here, and your Alpha would breed you as you commanded him to.Â
Your Watchers led you to the altar, kissing your hands through the thin cloth as they passed you to take their seats near Clan Arlos, tears in their eyes and staining their cheeks, and finally, your clan Alpha approached you.
âAlpha Roan,â you greeted him.Â
âLittle Omega,â he smiled, kissing your hands just as your Watchers had done. He didnât need to, but it was his way of showing everyone that he trusted your choice, âI hope you know what you are doing.â
âI do,â you said, smiling at him through your red silk veil.Â
Then, Alpha Priceâs men came through the center of the theater, each of them bending to kiss your hands. But, instead of the back of your knuckles, they turned them over to kiss your palms, a sign that they would accept what you had to give them. Alpha Riley was first, and he lifted his mask to show you his mouth and chin, his kiss warm and tender against your skin. Then, Alpha Garrick knelt down, placing multiple kisses along your fingers and wrists, displaying his loyalty and respect. Finally, Alpha MacTavish knelt before you, daring to whisper to you as he kissed your palms,Â
âBrave lass.â
You used your thumb to pet his lip, acknowledging his trust in you.Â
Then, it was time for the Omegas to join you. They approached as a unit, not individually as their Alphas had done, and they helped you lay on the altar, guiding your body back onto the marble platform. They pulled at your silks, allowing the crowd to see your naked body, painted in fine brushes of intricate gold designs, of prayers and songs of your people, their symbols adorning you from neck to toe. Finally, they began to kiss you, licking and sucking at your mouth like lovers, showing their devotion to you as their clan Omega.Â
As they kissed you, your skin began to flush hot, your body somehow knowing what was about to happen to you. The Omegas felt your fire against their lips, and they pulled your legs apart, each of them bending to lick and suck at your flowerâs drooling petals, slurping and sucking up your creamy nectar. They were at your breasts, your neck, your belly, your hands and feet. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, shaking and trembling under their affection, yet moved by their deep loyalty. You knew you would be safe with them. They would care for you just as your clan had done.Â
Then, you heard the familiar slam of a longstaff. Your Alpha had arrived.Â
According to the ceremony, you were meant to be still and silent as a showing of your acceptance. If you moved or cried out in any way, you risked a clan war, as taking a mate without their consent was a dark offense. You had to prove to your people that you were here of your own free will, and even though you were feeling the static cling of apprehension beginning to worm its way into your chest, you tried to breathe through it, trusting your Alpha to lead you through this moment with his protective power.Â
Your legs were lowered to the stirrup-style rests that were carved just below the stone table, keeping your knees wide apart, allowing your pussy to drip openly, glistening with the beginnings of your slick. You calmed yourself as they left you alone, each of them kissing you softly once more to show their reverence.Â
Then, you heard the clatter of fallen armor. He was undressing, removing his warlordâs mantle and coming to you fully bare. You spotted him between the vee of your legs as he approached the dais, his imprint marks flushed a deep wine red, his body shining with the traditional oils, meant to give him another layer of aphrodisiacs, promoting his production of his seed, keeping his cock tall and hard.Â
But, you knew that your imprint on his gland would do more than all of their drugs combined. He would kill every last person in this arena to get to you at this point, and although you had consented to this joining, you were no longer controlling it. He would take you, no matter what.Â
Then, when he got close enough to your platform, you saw it. It was standing proudly against his thick, furry belly, dripping with precome and lubricants, glittering in the rising sun. His cock was immense. You had not practiced on one so large. And his knot was larger than your two fists pressed together. He was intact, and his foreskin was slipping down his flushed head, unable to contain the swelling glans. Your body threatened to quiver from your suspense, and you tried to move your mind into your meditative trance.Â
As he approached, he did not go straight for his position between your legs. Instead, he walked around the front of the marble platform and bent to look you in your eyes, leaning his head down for a deep, heady kiss. He fed you his tongue and suckled on yours, letting it writhe inside of his mouth, rubbing against his own probing muscle.
He pulled away to gaze upon you, his eyes soft and full of joy. You smiled up at him, watching as he enjoyed the rest of your body, caressing your breasts, admiring your paintings.Â
âDid my clan show you their loyalty, my Omega?â
âYes, Master,â you answered quietly.Â
âAre you prepared for me to show you mine?â
âYes, Master. I am,â you replied, giving him a brave face despite the absolute weapon that was slobbering for you against his belly. You wanted to taste it, but now was not the time.Â
He returned to the base of your platform, kneeling in front of your wet hole, bending to place his mouth against you. He began to suck, pulling your soft lips into his mouth like he was starving, lapping up the beginnings of your bodyâs fluids, moaning from the taste and the smell of your scent. You wanted to moan, you wanted to pin his head to your trembling quim, but you didnât dare move a muscle or make a single sound. Breathing in, breathing out, letting the sparks of an orgasm rush through you, bringing tears to your eyes from holding back so much pleasure.Â
Your Watcherâs salve was almost too effective. It had made you pliant, but now you were beyond sensitive, able to feel the pound of your own heartbeat through your hole, desperate for something to press inside of you. You needed his cock.Â
But, he did not give it to you. He just sucked and sucked and sucked, and his fingers began to rub along the entrance of your slippery hole, pressing down on your pussyâs walls, testing their strength. You fluttered for him, just like your Watchers had taught you, and you felt him stumble in his movements, shocked by your power.Â
He stood between your legs, his face and beard soaking from his meal, letting you drip off of his chin like a messy hound drinking from a river. Then, to test your resolve, he teased you with a little bit of meanness, stepping forward to let his cock lay along your body, measuring himself on the outside of you. He reached far beyond your navel, his lubed phallus warm and heavy, his knot resting in the softness of your folds, and you could feel him throbbing for you.Â
You didnât dare move, but you wanted to cradle his cock in your hands, to rub up and down his length, to feel the smoothness of his head and the firmness of his knot. But, you stayed stock still, showing the crowd that you would not waver. There was some soft chittering from the clans, the shock at his size obviously enough to break onlookers out of their respectful quiet.Â
Then, he began notching his head at the entrance of your pussy, letting the tip slide up and down your tight ring of muscles that guarded your entrance.     Â
âLast chance, Omega. Call it off. Cry out, and my own men will cut me down,â he bade you under his breath, having a hard time holding his words and sentences together, his voice shaking in his throat.Â
You looked up at him with closed lips, making a point to give him a soft smile as a response.Â
No deal.Â
You pulsed your muscles again, making your pussy lap up his sloppy precome like a little mouth, watching as he was torn apart by your action, no matter how minor.Â
So, without any other choice, he fed himself into you. It was a fearsome experience, at first. You werenât sure if you could actually handle him. But, you breathed through the stress, relaxing your body, finding that deep, secret place inside of you, making your slick drop down for him, flooding your hole to welcome him in.Â
The confusion that painted his face was so satisfying. He couldnât understand the sheer warmth and comfort he was experiencing. His cock was being sucked into you, deeper and deeper, and finally, you felt his knot.Â
He pulled all the way out of you, and sheathed himself all the way back in, always reaching to that one spot, just above his bulbous anchor, and then starting his process over again. Each time his cock fucked its way through your body, humping himself into you, creamy, milking noises filled the quiet, open-air arena. The whole ensemble could hear him invading your hole, the lurid slap of skin on skin loud and unashamed.Â
His phallus was large enough to rub against your most sensitive spot over and over, bullying it into producing more and more slick, making you come just by dragging his heavy cockhead over it, in and out, in and out, pounding into you with almost reckless need.Â
You came for him, and your body began to shiver from the overwhelming bliss, but you held your voice. You tried to still yourself, not wanting to show weakness, but there was nothing you could do. You were shattered by his cock, coming over and over again. It was an endless wave. You had no idea where one started and the other stopped.Â
You could taste blood in your mouth from biting the inside of your cheek. Still, you pushed through it, testing yourself with every push and pull of your body.Â
His huge hands pawed at your hips and breasts, squeezing you, watching your plump flesh jiggle with every cruel strike of his hips. Your Alpha took your own slick and began to rub it all over your skin, swirling it around your nipples, letting it smear across your belly from his palm. Then, he painted himself, taking it from your well-fucked hole and rubbing it across his scent gland, down his chest, matting his hair with your wetness.Â
Then, you felt his precome begin to pump out of him. You knew it had begun because this was when your slick was meant to wash through you, but there was no space for anything else. So, it began to pour out of you and over his knot. Every time he pushed it against your body, it threatened to slip into your hole, and you were filled with a twisted excitement, ready for it to be stuck inside of you, to churn and grind against your insides, to trap you in a blinding, rageful bliss. You nearly cried out from the heavy want you felt in your chest.Â
âYou ready for my knot, pretty Omega?â He growled, no longer speaking to you softly. There was no gentleness left within him.Â
He shoved you back across the dais, climbing up onto it with you, breaking every protocol by doing so, but knowing there wasnât a single other Alpha in attendance who would do anything about it unless you asked them to. But, he trusted you, lifting himself above you, bringing his face to your face, kissing you and beginning to lick your scent gland, making you see stars.Â
Would he really bite you right here in front of all these people while you were about to take his knot? It was beyond intimate. Not only was it private, but it was dangerous. It was when an Alpha was most vulnerable. The audacity of this man shook you to your core.Â
âBite me, Omega. Please take me. Claim me as yours, sweetheart. Show them that you are mine. My Omega.â
His voice was ragged and deep, a hoarse purr of commands, all of which you were happy to obey. You began to lick his neck, putting your mouth over his gland as you began to suck at the round swell of flesh. Then, just as you canted your hips, feeling his knot slip inside of you, shoving and burying itself within the tight sheath of your pussy, you used your muscles to yank him the rest of the way in, and you bit down on his neck, hard, your body seizing from a hard, ruthless orgasm. .Â
You heard the crack of his gland, and you felt him sink his fangs into yours, the pain and the pleasure mixing within you like a drug, his cock firing rope after rope of searing hot come into your belly, flooding your womb with his spend. He pulled his mouth away and stared into your eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his face full of disbelief,Â
âMy loveâŚâ
You kissed him, taking his lip into yours, suckling on it, trying to guide him back down from his tantric high. He was struggling above you, stuck deep inside of you, unable to stop himself from dumping heavy loads of his come into your body, his cock pulsing and throbbing with each burst of his cream.Â
He rested his head on your neck, returning his mouth to your gland, and every time he licked it, now, you felt your pussy twist around him, threatening to slam you with another orgasm. You licked him, too, hearing him cry out against your skin, feeling the mirror of your sensations, his heavy phallus jerking as you sucked on his broken gland.Â
Finally, he was able to rock back and forth, letting his knot slip out of you before popping it back inside, fucking you with it just like he did with his cock. He twisted his hips forward, driving into you with all of his strength, and then he would pull himself back out, the swell of his knot increasing with each thrust until, on the last thrust, he was finally trapped, unable to remove himself from your core.Â
Now, though, it was your turn. You began to use your muscles to push and pull him from the inside, fucking him like a sleeve of smooth, soaked warmth, jerking his shaft up and down with your insides.
âOh, fuckâŚâ He whispered, not expecting your skills to be so advanced, but you had trained hard for this moment. You werenât about to let it go to waste.Â
You moved him inside of you, letting his knot take the brunt of your efforts, squeezing it like a fruit, making sure all of his juice melted into your skin. You made him come like this again, using the salve that your Watcher had given to you as an advantage, knowing that the heightened sensitivity you felt was now being passed on to him. He filled you up, his knot plugging your hole, preventing any of his seed from leaking out, and your tummy was swollen from his load, round and full for everyone to see.Â
He sat up on his heels, looking down at you with his eyes full of adoration and wonder, watching your strong abdominals clench and twist as you used them to help you work inside of yourself, edging him over and over before pulling him down into the depths of another hard come with you.Â
His hands went to the bulge of fluid in your belly, most of it flooding into your womb, unable to escape anywhere else. Your Alpha caressed your skin, marveling at the fullness. Then, he looked down at your stretched hole, playing with your clitorus that had been forced out from under its hood due to the sheer size of his knot, all of your skin bowing around it and pulled tight.Â
Your Alpha forced you to come like this, milking him hard, trying not to make a sound but giving away your mind-bending pleasure with shaking, whimpering breaths.Â
âThatâs a good Omega. So full of my come.â
You smiled up at him, enjoying the full feeling of his come inside of you. But, you were losing your strength, and he could feel it. Alpha Price leaned over you again, grinding himself down into you and helping you reach one last orgasm, pulling himself along with you, squirting the last of his spend into your pussy. Then, he carefully twisted his cock out of you, watching the gush of his come coat the marble platform, dripping out of you and down the sides of the dais.Â
You were so empty and weak, but you were being lifted, cradled in his arms, and the whole arena burst into revelrous applause. The feast had begun, but not for you. You would be in your Alphaâs tent, and there you would remain until he bred you, making sure that you were laden with his cub, sharing food and drink with him in bed while you were stuck on his knot, traditionally until sunset when you would be presented to the clans as the new Apex Omega, destined to rule beside him forever.Â
âAre you done being quiet, my Omega?â
âYes, Master,â you whispered, nestling into his broad chest.Â
âGood,â he smiled, âI need to hear you scream for me.â
âAnd I need my Alpha to breed me. I need your knot again, Master. Donât pull it out.â
âIâm at your command, my love,â he smiled, planting a kiss on your temple, smearing his own salve across your swollen flesh, working his cock until he was hard again.Â
When you felt his knot for the second time, you knew you had made the right choice. Your people were safe, and so were you. You werenât sure if it was the high of your claiming or the truth that you felt in your heart, but you were eager to be dripping with his come every night. Trapped underneath your Alpha was right where you belonged, knotted and full of his love.Â
Seriously, send help. I was too ashamed to even reread it for typos. I'm so sorry.
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i love your writings so much! i need you to write about kĂśnig with maid!reader like i need air and water. kĂśnig who needs someone to take care of his house while heâs gone, returning from his deployment only to find reader huddled up in a soft blanket on the couch, the house smelling of freshly baked cinnamon bread and lavender while she sleeps peacefully. heâs so touch starved and the domesticity makes his heart and cock stir, heâs never had any woman cook for him since his Oma passed away. poor reader is oblivious to her bossâs infatuation until sheâs not, heâs so awkward around her she thinks he just doesnât wanna be disturbed, but she doesnât know he uses her conditioner to stroke his cock every night, and now he canât help but get a raging boner everytime she passes by and he smells her hair :((((
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possession
noun
the state of having, owning, or controlling something.
Word count: 7 k Tags/warnings: 18+ only DARK FIC. Perv!KĂśnig masturbating to thoughts of you + your stolen panties. Jealous & possessive behaviour. Dubious consent to having unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, size kink, breeding kink, implied age difference. Some fluff if you squint. A/N: First of all, I'm sorry if you expected something sweet & fluffy anon⌠This thing just came out of me. Also, @gremlingottoosilly wrote the best thing EVER for this trope so please if you havenât read it yet go give it a read (dark content there too though so be warned!)
Heâs good at repairing things. He prides himself in that.
And he keeps his house neat and clean: thatâs not a problem. His papers are in order, his office is in order. His home is in order too, and so is his whole life â love life included because there is none.Â
He always ensured heâs not dependent on anyone, he never seeked a mother from a partner. Just for self-reliance's sake, he knows how to do his own laundry and meal prep for weeks. He learned to fold his t-shirts with an orderliness fit for the military when he was ten years old, just so that no one would have the chance to say he needed a wife.
He always vacuums the entire house before deployment, does the dishes, takes out the trash. And he doesnât hate house chores⌠but he doesnât like them either. His house is a sad, lifeless, gloomy place to spend time in. Itâs big enough for a family, it has everything he needs to host a night for friends, but he doesnât have any.Â
Family, or friends, that is.
When he hears that his co-worker â the one with a frigid wife and five unruly kids â hired a maid to do the cleaning in the house, he pauses to think. He doesnât have a chaos in his home, but heâs got enough money to make life a tad easier. Besides, itâs only expected of a man of his position to hire an assistant of some sort, is it not?
Itâs just that he didnât expect housemaids to be this⌠cute.Â
There are quite a few applications, and heâs a sick bastard for choosing the maid solely based on the picture attached to the CV. He told himself it was also because it looked like this lady needed the money the most. He's a generous man, so why not help a woman in need?Â
Another thing he didnât expect is how his house would start to smell so nice and look so cozy. Itâs the small details, the tiny little things that make his chest burn. The way she uses softener on his shirts and folds not only his shirts but his boxers, too, or places a scented candle on the table when the weather turns cold. Itâs clearly for his delight because itâs not one of those overly sweet apple or caramel things but something fresh, maybe spruce or fir.Â
She even bakes for him on the days when he comes back. The fact that a beautiful young woman bakes for him stirs something unwanted and long-forgotten in his chest. The sweet scent of home baked buns makes his cock stir, too. His place has never seen a womanâs touch, no one has ever baked anything hereâŚ
And he certainly doesnât expect to find his maid sleeping on his sofa when he arrives home one evening.
She stirs immediately, and apologizes profusely for making herself at home like this. She starts to stutter and explain how sheâs had a busy week and difficulty with sleeping, how she simply dozed off while waiting for the rolls to bake in the oven.Â
He stops her in the middle of her flustered excuses: she can take a nap here any time, itâs not like the furniture is going to wear and tear from use anytime soon. Heâs barely even home, so itâs good that someone enjoys the sofa, right? She can use his bed too if she wants. More convenient that way, ja?
He realizes he went a little too far when she looks at him like he just offered to fuck her on the kitchen table. Which he has thought about, to be honest, for a good long while now. In fact, heâs thought about it ever since she started in this position a month ago.Â
It's her fault for being so unsuspecting and lovely, and she's playing with fire when she takes more dangerous liberties by showering at his house. He finds a womenâs conditioner bottle in the bathroom and once, he even catches her doing her laundry here too. Thereâs a pair of womenâs underwear in the pile of clothes she politely informs heâd have to fold himself this time because sheâs in a hurry to catch her bus.Â
Heâs far more intrigued by the innocent, blush pink strings greeting him from amidst his black and dark green clothes than by the fact that his maid is breaking the rules. Other employers would give her a warning or simply say she no longer has to come and work here ever again. Showering at his place, washing her clothes in his washing machine and taking a nap on his sofa border on violating the terms of their agreement, but he couldnât care less. He would carve a hole in his chest if that would make her happy.Â
When he finds out sheâs busy because she has to work two jobs, he raises her pay, despite the fact that sheâs sometimes late and at times, leaves a little too early. She does her job well enough, so thereâs no reason to complain. He would simply like it if they saw each other more... Which is ridiculous, he knows, because the point of having a maid is that she cleans his house when heâs away.Â
It just feels so nice to arrive home now that she's here. Heâs never looked forward to getting back to his bleak modern mansion, but now heâs pining for his leaves like a young recruit who's got a girl waiting for him back home.Â
Even if sheâs not there when he gets back, he can savour her lingering scent. He sniffs the dark woolen spread she mightâve slept under just moments ago, he eats whatever freshly baked goodies she has made for him. He sleeps with her underwear tucked under his pillow, and reaches for them before sleep. Or then he grabs them in the morning when he wakes up, already hard.Â
Itâs nice to have an unhurried fap at home than to relieve his needs in some small grey room of a boring military base. It's far more enjoyable to stroke his cock with her tiny, cute underwear spread over his face. Sometimes he wraps it around his cock and jerks himself off to a quick, groan-filled release, adoring the way his cum stains her blushing strings.
His showers last for about 15 minutes nowadays.
Itâs unheard of for a soldier, and he read somewhere that lonely and depressed people take longer showers because the warm water is supposed to make up for the lack of human touch and intimacy, and that may very well be true⌠But he also wants to take his sweet time stroking himself while using her conditioner as lube.Â
Coconut or peach, vanilla or argan oil, he lathers it all over his cock and imagines her hot, wet pussy. His hand is too calloused to give him any illusions of softness, but the mind-numbingly sweet scent takes him immediately back to her. Her eyes, her soft smile. The dreamy sway of her hips, the elegance of her wrists as she moves some item out of the way to sweep or scrub or clean a surface.
He faps with slick urgency, wondering if her eyes would go wide if she saw his cock. He wonders if sheâs noisy in bed â is she a screamer, or a moaner? Would she claw at his back or simply cling to him if he fucked her?Â
And god, how he would fuck herâŚÂ
Slowly at first, draw moans out of that soft mouth until she begs him to fuck her hard. He would drag her shirt up and her bra down until her breasts are exposed, then watch how they bounce as he starts to fuck her with purpose. She begins to tighten around him, looking so fucking desperate as her cunt starts to throb and pull him in. The first moan of surrender is needy and tight when she cums around his shaftâŚ
He never gets any further than that because his cock spills with a violent jerk. He cums, long and hard across the tiles. Loads and loads of hot seed go to waste as he groans loudly, not giving a shit about making so much noise. Feeling hollow and deprived for not being able to shoot his cum inside her and then stay there, snug and safe and warm inside her cunt, he allows himself just one single sob.Â
He just wants to know how it would feel to cover her whole body with his as he slowly pumps the last drops into her. Sigh afterwards, breathe together, hold her close... Search for her eyes, check if she's in rapture too. Watch her come down from it while still squeezing him down there. Perhaps sheâd give him a pleased giggle and a cute, weary smile.
"Scheisseâ"
He leans on the wall, knowing that he's lonely, filthy, sick and obsessed. He lives in a dream world, and the thick conditioner takes ages to wash off. The withdrawal phase is worse every time he indulges in his dark fantasies and then has to live without her for weeks and weeks. Â
She's just his maid, a hired employee. Sheâs just an innocent woman with her whole future ahead of her.
He's just a colonel at a notorious private military company⌠He's just an old, horny, depraved soldier. Calloused, fucked up, depressed. Girls like her don't want anything to do with a man like him.
âŚ
She asks if he wants his house decorated for Christmas.
She asks it with bright eyes and such a lovely smile that he tells her he doesn't own such junk, but he can pay her if she goes to choose him some and then comes back to decorate his place. Their unusual agreement gets more unusual still as she nods with shining eyes, then goes to the city to choose his Christmas decorations for him. He even lets her use his car, which is unheard of.Â
Soon, his windows are filled with lights and there are mistletoes hanging from the ceiling. She puts fancy little elves in the window, places Christmas flowers and candles everywhere she possibly can. He walks around the house with a coffee mug in his hand, suddenly awkward and shy when watching his maid put up the most sophisticated, elegant and adorable Christmas decorations he has ever had or seen.
Is this what a home should look likeâŚ? Warm, and light, and pretty, filled with cozy, useless things?Â
But it's not the items she got him that make a home, no. Home now equals rich, home-cooked meals, or the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon rolls greeting him at the door. Home is a cute girl, returning his obsessive stare with a small smile and telling him to stay safe before he leaves to kill people. Home is a woman who's the perfect wife material, so fuckable and sweet, who's fussing over the fact that he doesn't even have a Christmas tree.
He gets it before her next visit â meaning, her next shift â and decorates it himself. It looks clumsy and uneven and a bit sparse, but she compliments him on it when she arrives. The looks she gives him are so warm and playful that he starts to have some hope â hell, a full surge of it â and he also starts to miss his hood. He's feeling awkward as it is around her, he doesn't need to be blushing in front of his suddenly flirtatious maid... Men donât fucking blush when a woman flirts with them; they fuck them until their knees give in.
With no small amount of hidden guilt, he finally confronts her with her underwear, telling her she forgot something and that he found these in his laundry pile. Taking sick satisfaction from seeing how she's the one who's flustered now, he forgives her for washing laundry in his place. He's a merciful man, after all.Â
There's still some cum on the lace as he returns her possession to her, and he hopes he's just imagining the shock in her eyes when she takes them back. It's his way of saying that he likes her a lot, but the flirting ends immediately, the playful smiles stop, and he knows he fucked up big time. The warm, lively woman is gone, she suddenly resembles an ice sculpture who's about to flee his apartment at any given moment, and he could hit himself in the head with a big metal bat.
What the fuck was he even thinking? That a woman would appreciate it if he returned her panties covered in old, dried cum?
He's a fucked up pervert, and he has lived in a dream world, and now reality awaits.
He shuts down and shuts up after that, keeps the connection pure, pristine and professional. She's just here to do her job.Â
The holidays approach, and he's sulking, knowing that he won't see her again in at least six weeks. He'll have to make do without a maid, and he'll have to numb his whole soul to get through yet another lonely Christmas.
Well, not lonely: this time he spends it with the decorations she got him. They can keep him company during the lonely masturbation sessions. They can watch him live on takeout food and remind him what a horny, sad loser he is.
So his last attempt, his last minor sin is that he gets her a Christmas present. She's about to leave, hurrying to some place where she's loved and cherished, or then about to get fucked because she has her hair and make-up done. The jealousy creeps up his spine like a viper as he watches her get all dolled up.Â
She's so very grateful to him for allowing her to get ready here and use his bathroom, and he plays the generous, kind gentleman while gritting his teeth, trying to ignore another demanding erection telling him to dick her down and make her stay down. Make her bake for him and sit on his knee as he squeezes her tits and watches her stare turn dumb. Tell her to douse the lights and light the candles, tell her to undress in front of that stupid Christmas tree, order her to lie down on the mat and spread her pretty legs for himâŚ
She's standing at the door, a cute girl turned into a seductive goddess, while he's about to enter into another lonely brain fog. She grabs her coat and grants him one of those warmer smiles as he walks to her with an envelope in hand.
"I got you something... Merry Christmas."
"Aw⌠You shouldn't haveâŚ"
She accepts his gift delicately with both hands, clearly surprised and pleased. When she opens the gift, she laughs and then covers her mouth with her hand. It's a gift card to Victoria's Secret, and with a relatively large sum on it, too.
"Oh god... Ahah, okay. I like your humour," she laughs again, then gives him a wink and an exceptionally gorgeous smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."Â
He's fully aware that he sounds like an ominous, threatening robot. His voice has an effect on women; most flee, some get curious. She's one of the few who don't know what's good for them at all.
He never had a gift with females, and even with his position, experience and age, he still feels like heâs trying to court a breathtaking alien species whose native language he canât quite understand or speak. The silence stretches on, and her smile slowly fades, making him perfectly aware of the fact that he should say or do something assertive, something charming, instead of just standing here, looming over her. When the playful stare then turns into a helpless, pitying one, the kind his mother used to wear when she discovered he had been bullied again at school, his hands start to go numb.Â
Jerk off and kill, those are the only things he ever was good forâŚÂ
"Mm... I'm afraid I have nothing for you," she says apologetically.Â
Ach so⌠Sheâs ashamed for not getting him a present.Â
Well, shit. Fuck.
"Don't worry about it."
"No, I mean⌠I thought about it. You're the kindest employer I've ever had. I really appreciate it... and I love working for you."
"Thatâs nice to hear."Â
"I just didn't know what to get you. I don't know what you like."
He's trying to ignore the pull of his chest, the sick burning in his loins. His cock is stirring just from the way she's looking at him. Inviting, adoring, waiting.
"You already got me Christmas decorations."
"Yeah, but⌠You paid for them."
"Aber... You baked for me. No one's everâ"
He shuts his mouth before making a complete fool of himself.
"Well, I'm glad you liked my buns," she laughs, then bites her lip, realizing what she just said could be taken in many ways.Â
"I truly did."
She guides her stare to the floor and smiles, and the electricity between them⌠it just can't be only a fabric of his imagination.
"Take care of yourself. Ok?" He says, then swallows a lump in his throat, but it never quite goes down. Sheâs still waiting for something; the tension between them is petrifying.Â
"I will," she says, her voice a bit frail, and far too sweet. "You too. Take care."
She gives her last smile to him; itâs sad and somewhat disappointed as she turns around and reaches for the door.
"Wait," he calls, purely from the hard instinct that tells him to fucking do something about this heavy, sickening tension. She immediately turns with hope in her eyes.
"Yes?"
"I⌠Ah, glßckliches neues Jahr."
"...What does that mean?"Â
"It means 'Happy New Year'."
"Oh," she laughs, "I thought it was something naughtyâŚ"
Shit.
Shit.
ShitâŚ
"Ich mĂśchte deine Muschi lecken."
She freezes with her hand still on the doorknob. That fucking sentence was so dark it left little or nothing to the imagination... It was thick enough to make it clear that heâs not a kind, generous employer, nor is he a gentleman.
"What's that?" She asks, her pretty voice barely a whisper.
"Something naughty."
Her hand lets go, it falls to the side. She even tilts her head before her voice turns thick and suggestive too.Â
"Really�"
"Yes."
"Well don't be shy. Tell me what it means."
Playful, naughty, dirty.Â
She wants to fuck. She wants to fuck.
Is this a filthy dream or is this really happening?Â
"I want to lick your pussy."
There's an intake of air, just a soft gasp. Batting of long, dark lashes, just before the stars in her eyes start to shine in full.
"Oh," she breathes. "Is that so?"
"Ja."
It wouldn't be the first time someone offers him cunt just out of spontaneous pity. It wouldnât be the first time he accepts it. A man like him takes whatever he can get.
Pity is apparently what's happening now, because his maid starts to undress.Â
With a victorious shine in her eyes, she drops her coat to the floor, then unbuttons her jeans. Takes away her shirt and bra with shaky hands while maintaining that seductive, downright filthy eye contact. More and more of her skin is exposed as she quickly strips in front of him, finally slipping out of her black, see-through underwear while he's trying not to shake from dark urges and lust.
When she's naked, flush and bare, her fingers start to slide up her thigh. The other hand is pressed against her side as if shy. Sheâs either offering him a Christmas present in the most elegant way, or then sheâs concerned about getting licked and fucked sore. It's like throwing a dog a meaty bone and then putting the hound in a loose chain, just an inch away from the mouthwatering sight and scent. She steals one look at his erection, currently trying to rip its way through his pants. The gross tent is pointed at her, and she knows it: she knows she has him on a leash, but only barely.
"Go ahead then," she whispers.
He falls straight to his knees, and presses his whole face against her softly trimmed hair. When he opens his mouth, she shudders, clearly not ready for someone this starved trying to devour her whole.
She doesn't know she's about to sleep with the devil⌠If she knew, she would be out the door by now.
It's too late now: he engulfs her, locks her in place by wrapping his arms around her hips.Â
Mein.
Mein.
MeinâŚ
He could rub his face in her sweet cunt forever, but that won't do: she said he could lick her, so thatâs what heâs going to do. After a few bites and nibs, after inhaling the sweet scent of her and squeezing her long and hard in his embrace, he finally rises and carries her to his den. Thereâs only loneliness there in his bedroom, just stale sweat and old musk staining the sheets, but she softens on the linens when he goes down on her.
Her pussy is already throbbing and wet when he gives her the first, fat lick. Next up, soft little laps to make her thighs drift apart. Some long, teasing circles on her clit, and she starts to sigh - heâs not an expert, but he knows she wonât find a more enthusiastic cunt licker in this city. Or this whole country⌠Perhaps the entire world.
And she's not a screamer, sheâs a moaner. She also whimpers a lot. He switches between giving fast attention to her clit, then slow tongue fucking to her hole. The scent of pussy fills his room: they only talk to each other through moans and whines and groans. He breathes into her like a panting dog: she whimpers under torture like she actually likes it, and likes him. Like she actually prefers his bed to any other place in this world.
He fucks her with his mouth, sloppy and hungry; he could french kiss her pussy forever like this. He could spend every evening licking her to ruin.Â
"Just like that⌠Just like that⌠Don't stopâŚ"
He's as hard as can be; he's about to lose his fucking mind. If she doesn't cum soon, he might just die from having to listen to those unhinged cries.Â
To help her out â because he's a generous, generous man â he slips a finger inside, earning another spill of filthy moans.
"Oh god ohgod oh fuckâ!"
She sounds dumb and helpless as he eats her out like sheâs his last meal. His chin is drenched and his cock is hard as the poor girl leaks all over her ass and on his bedding. He adds another finger, starts to fuck her slow and steady. She's more than prepared for his cock, and when he starts to do the alphabet on her clit, she whimpers, whines, and finally, screams.Â
The feel-good hormones flood his brain when she cums. He kisses her through it and slows down the torture gradually, gives her some space to pulse and throb and leak against his chin.Â
Women need a lot of stimulation; thatâs what he has learned. Itâs a marathon, not a sprint, and he doesnât want to ruin the explosion by overriding her senses. When he rises from a job well done, he sees how some of her makeup is ruined.Â
Yeah. Fuck... A screamer, a moaner, and a crier.
And he's only about to fuck herâŚ
"Das war gut. Good pussy," he mutters and licks his lips, high above his pretty little prize.
"Ohâoh godâŚ"
Poor thing is so flushed, desperate and helpless; she jerks as he taps her clit with his cock, whines when he forces the fat, leaking tip into her folds.Â
"Waitâ"
"I will fuck you now."
"Sir⌠Please, could we use a condom? PleaseâŚ"
She's still calling him sir like she's at work. Like he's her superior, or worse yet, an officer, a colonel she's not supposed to flirt with, let alone spread her weak little legs for.Â
"Hm. I don't have any."
"I do," she's panting heavy on the bed, clearly reluctant to get away from his cock, too weak to get up after his thigh-shaking treatment. It would give him a yearâs worth of confidence to witness her in this state, if she would only let him finish the job. Right here, right now. Dip it in raw and blow a load inside that sweet, aching cunt. She might just end up with his child...Â
But the moment is ruined: he hates condoms, and he hates it that she has them with her. Jealousy starts to eat his mind like there's a can of worms poured inside his brain.
Who does she carry condoms for? Does she get fucked often...?Â
How many does she have, one, two, three? A whole pack?
She rises to get the darned piece of plastic, and the thick thunder in his head is making him seriously consider locking her up and throwing away the key. Women shouldn't be running around like that, hungry and desperate for a dick. She should stay at home, his home, and go crazy when he returns from war. The rage is the only thing keeping his cock from growing soft.Â
"It's too small," he laments when the condom is finally in place but barely reaches the base of his shaft. It's going to roll off if he fucks her like he intended to⌠Good, long, deep and hard.
She bites her lip as she stares at the sad little wrapping trying to render his cock harmless. Surely she can see how stupid and useless this is⌠Either he gets her a morning after pill tomorrow or then he pulls out, but the condom has to fucking go.Â
"It's⌠okay," she swallows. "It's okay. Let's just⌠If you're clean?"
"I am."
He doesn't tell her he hasn't had a woman in months. Almost over a year.
And heâs clean; he keeps everythingâŚin ordnung.
He rolls the cursed plastic off, and his cock immediately bounces back up: hard, demanding and ready. He throws the condom away, just somewhere, anywhere, as long as it's out of his sight. Wasting no time, he's back at her cunt, and bullies himself in.
"Ah ja⌠Das ist schÜn⌠Sehr schÜn."
Nothing compares to the feel of a real cunt, hugging him tight. And fuck⌠He can actually fit fully inside her. He fits like a glove.Â
"Oh ja. Das ist... I'm not going to pull out. It's not an option. Ok?"
It's not a warning, it's a simple, honest statement. She looks at him with a fearful, desperate stare as his balls arrive to press against her flesh. Yes... nothing beats a wet pussy and a frightened stare.
"OkâŚ"Â
"It's better this way," he promises, wondering if it would make him a bad person if he disposed of her condoms first thing in the morning. "Ja?"
"Yes," she sighs. "Feels so goodâŚ"
The tightness in his chest falls down, all the way to his stomach and forms a bittersweet knot there. Why does she keep looking at him like that� He's not hurting her, she's not exactly afraid, it's something else that's making her give him those dumb doe eyes.
"You're pretty," he rasps while trying not to start a complete fuckfest in every meaning of the word.
"OâohâŚ?"
"Ja⌠It's illegal to be that pretty. Someone might want to fuck you..."
"Please do," she almost chokes on the words while looking up at him. "PleaseâŚ"
If this is a dream, itâs the best dream heâs ever had. She's so perfect, far more needy and helpless than he ever imagined. He moves before he drives them both to madness.Â
"I'll fuck you, Liebling. As many times as you want. As hard as you want."
He can't remember when was the last time he sounded so soft. Or reassuring... He can't remember the last time a woman was so responsive to his cock. But he fucks her. He fucks his own sorrow into oblivion, too. He pauses only to take a good look at her and remind himself that heâs truly inside the sweetest pussy heâs ever had.Â
He even whispers lies to her ear about how she doesn't have to worry: he'll get her a plan B after this. The girl turns a bit wild now that it's somewhat safe to be fucked by an animal. She lets him lick and bite her breasts, and thoroughly abuse her cunt. At some point she grabs his face with both hands and kisses him, hungry and sweet. Squeals into his mouth as his balls slap against her ass, hugs him like a drowning person when he picks up the pace and starts to lose himself in her pussy. The feel of a woman's hands around his middle is a sensation he's forgotten completely.Â
"You like that?" He starts to talk nonsense between her sloppy kisses, pleased with his own soft voice, with her, with everything in his life right now. "You like my cock? Hm?"
"Yes⌠Oh fuck, I'mâŚ"
Fuck, she's about to cum again... He's in heaven, no, he's somewhere near Eden. She suddenly goes still, and sinks her nails in his back, just before a cry cuts through the air. It reminds him of the aftermath of a grenade detonating; her moans pierce the air, and he canât get enough of it. He wants to swim in those screams.
He was supposed to make love to her for hours, but it's crystal clear now that this wonât be a long session. He's a selfish asshole for chasing his own peak next by fucking her through her second orgasm like a rabid dog.Â
"Oh das ist sehr schĂśn, das ist gut⌠Ach fĂźrâscheisseâ"
He sounds a bit too pathetic, and quickly buries his face into her neck to escape her lovely, adoring stare. He fucks himself into a big, fat, blinding explosion, he can barely hear the thundering roar that meets her sweaty neck.Â
She's scared silent by his despair, poor little thing. And he just fapped this morning⌠But the orgasm compares to the first time he came, it's violent, abrupt and rough. Sadly, the descent is too heady, and too quick. Nuzzling deeper into her hair, he tries to listen to her heartbeat but only hears his own beastlike panting.
"Ok⌠Ok. I guess we both really needed that, huh?"
She's laughing and out of breath as she gathers their pieces and constructs some kind of a new reality out of them. He rumbles in agreement and refuses to pull out â now that he's inside her, he'll never fucking leave.
"Will you stay? For the night�"
His question is met by complete silence. She just breathes, then buries her fingers in his hair. He feels like melting chocolate; for the first time in his life, he's somewhat relaxed and content.Â
"I⌠I'd really like to but⌠I can't. I have a party to attend.â
She gives him a quick kiss on the head, then ruffles his hair. She fucking pets him while heâs plunging into some deep recess with the raw, post-nut clarity.Â
She just needed a fuck⌠She just needed some cock. And a gift card, so she can buy nice things for the men she allows to lick her to ruin. Fuck⌠She's even worse than him.
âI'm sorry..."
"It's ok," he hears himself say. Sheâs too fucking gentle as she drags her fingertips across his scalp. Her other hand comes to trace his jawline, and her thighs hug his waist so good that he would have no trouble making love to her again. Just start another round with a slow roll of hips. Fuck her until they're both sweaty and crying, fuck her full of his cum and chain her to the bed, for safekeeping as he goes and gets himself a beer in between the sessions.
For some reason, he can't quite bring himself to act on this wish. Not when she just cried from how good he was, not when she's petting him like he's a good dog who's earned his rest.
He gives himself a minute before pulling out, and she leaves his bed in silence, tiptoeing into the bathroom in a hurry. Trust a maid to not want to stain the floor with cum when she just scrubbed everything cleanâŚ
She takes a quick shower and fixes her makeup, then picks her clothes from the floor. His heart is hammering in his chest, but his breaths remain even as he watches her get dressed. He even offers her a ride to the party, which she accepts with apologetic gratitude. Itâs held at someone's home: a house party is a sight he has only ever seen from outside.
She gives him an uneasy, distant smile and a quick kiss before thanking him for the evening and the ride. Then she half walks, half runs across the pavement and up towards the door to be let in by her already drunken friends. Some man embraces her, and the white rage inside his skull is telling him to grab a gun, rise from the car and start a good old mass shooting. Instead, he guides his stare to the asphalt and drives off.
He goes home and has a beer, the rage and longing giving his insides a good stab every five or ten minutes. He watches some TV, then mulls over whether to sleep on the couch because her scent is still on the sheets.
It starts to rain outside, and reality kicks in. When it rains, it pours⌠He decides he actually hates Christmas, and he also can't stand the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Too tired to dump them in the trash, his feet carry him to the bed, cold and soiled and wrinkled from past love that never was.
The clock is only half past ten, and the doorbell rings just before he takes his shirt off. For the umptieth time this day, his heart starts to race, reminding him that it's not wars that are cruel, but women.Â
When he opens the door, she's standing there in the rain. Utterly soaked, dripping wet, sad like a stray cat, lower lip trembling from cold.
"Sir?" she declares, "I'm afraid to fall in love."
Thereâs a spread of wings inside his chest, catching wind like a soaring eagle. Itâs a fell swoop and a heady high at the same time, a burning pain right there over his heart as he looks at her, lonely and sad and so adorably lost. Beautiful and wet, like a trampled little flower after a summer storm. She's perfect, just perfect.
And has she walked all the way back hereâŚ? Thereâs no sign of a taxi, no sounds of a car or a bus, and she looks like she's wetter than a wet dog.
"Youâre afraid to fall in loveâŚ?"
She nods, then bursts into tears. Her tiny shoulders rise and fall with sobs, the rain makes long, wet strings of her hair. He takes a step and tries to pull her in, but she won't come. Stubborn, incredible little thingâŚ
"Liebling... Me too."
"Really?â she raises her sad stare to meet him while trying to wipe her ruined mascara in the midst of falling rain. âYou seem like the kind of man who fears nothing..."
"Oh I fear a lot of things."
"Like what?"
"Like⌠flying, for example."
"But you fly all the time?"
"Exactly."
She's sniffling and pouting and sobbing, like a princess who always got everything she wanted. He wonders if she's the kind of girl who would've laughed at him in high school, or looked him down her nose. If she would've joined the bullies and been the one to say sheâd never sleep with a freak like himâŚ
"Let's get you inside. Hmm? You must be cold."
She wonât come, no matter how hard he tries to coax her to come inside his dry, warm house. The rain falls in mats behind her as the city sleeps, vibrant and vigilant. He thought he already broke his heart to the point it couldnât get more broken anymore, but the look she gives him as he tries to pull her inside is making it burst and shatter into pieces again.
If she's a princess, she must be a battered, broken one.Â
"Come on. I'll give you a bath," he tries to entice her. "And then weâll tuck you in. That sound gut?"
"Yes," her shoulders drop as she finally accepts his asylum. "Thank you, sirâŚ"
"And don't call me sir unless you want to make me hard."
She breaks into a fragile, shy smile while looking down at the tips of her drenched ballerinas. Then she allows him to drag her in.Â
He helps her out of her coat and hangs it to dry while his pretty little kitten gets out of her clothes for the second time this evening. A strong, powerful possessiveness settles in his chest as he guides her to the bathroom and draws her a bath. Then he pulls her shivering, naked body against him so that she wouldnât feel cold while they wait for the tub to fill with water.
What happens next is soft and gentle, the kind of unhurried exploration he never had time to do because the few females he was with were always in a hurry to get away from him and his needs.Â
This pretty thing just eases herself into the bath. A timid but trusting little creature, who allows him to study her body like itâs already a possession for him to play with. She lets him rub her tits and tease her clit, caress her neck and face and waist. She does so with patience, love and hope. Heâs been extremely tender and extremely slow with her; perhaps thatâs why she doesnât run away from him.Â
"You're too good for me," she whispers when his hand comes to rest on her stomach, just below her tits.
"...What?"Â
He barely hears what sheâs saying, he can hardly hear her speaking at all because heâs there in the water with her, submerged in the hot, soothing liquid, even if heâs crouching next to the tub in reality.
"Oh please... You're everything a woman could want," she complains softly.
"What do you mean.â
She sighs and looks up to the ceiling, as if begging for help. Then she starts to list things.
"You're⌠Rich? And powerful, and strong. Kind and considerate. Mysterious... With a great body and a big dick, and still wanting to go down on a woman... It's insane."
He tries to remember how to breathe, but sheâs not done yet.
"I'm sorry but⌠No one's ever eaten me out like that. You must be so experienced."
Her praise eclipses everything, even the thoughts of wanting to kill everyone who's had a taste of her.
So, the boys she's been with don't know how to please her⌠Stupid arschlochs don't understand what true devotion means. Even a fucker like him knows it's better to make a woman cry out of pleasure than out of fear. Although he always had a talent to do the latterâŚ
And he's not experienced, he's just fucking horny. He just likes to eat pussy.Â
But that's not something she has to know. Better to have her keep the illusion that he's a dream catch, a rich cosmopolitan of some sort. What a jokeâŚ
"Youâre literally perfect," she moans from the bath like the princess that she is. "How are you even single?"
"I'm not⌠right in the head, I guess."
"Well, neither am I."
He canât look at her. Not when sheâs open and trustful and sweet like this. But her hand comes to rest over his, under the water, under the safety of the surface.
"No one is."
"No. Wirklich, Iâm a bit sick. Always was. I jerked off to yourâŚ" He leaves the rest of the sentence unsaid, risking a look into her eyes.Â
"I know," she smiles. "I don't mind⌠Actually I think that's hot."
"LieblingâŚ"
"I think Iâve had enough now. Can we go to bedâŚ?"
"Of course."
She giggles when he lifts her from the water, smiles as he dries him with his towel like she's a wet little kitten he rescued from rain. And perhaps he did... She caresses his chin when he carries her to bed, and reaches for him as he accompanies her under the sad, steel-blue sheets.Â
He doesnât need to fuck her, not right now. Itâs enough that sheâs here: soft, trapped, and tame. His, just his.Â
Not another lonely Christmas for him ever againâŚ
And she latches herself onto him like heâs the saviour sheâs been waiting for all her life. Poor thing doesnât know that he may be rich and powerful and strong, but heâs not kind. Heâs not considerate, and heâs not perfect. Heâs her worst nightmare, he's everything a woman would despise.Â
Heâs single because no one ever stayed. No one stayed after they saw who he really was... Some even had to flee the country.
But he knows sheâll stay. Heâll make sure that this cute one never leaves. No, this one is not safe from him, even if she tried to escape him to space.
"Are you still afraid?"
He caresses her head, pressed against his chest. Sheâs unsuspecting and lovely, the perfect woman, hugs him so tight and sighs from simple, lamblike happiness.Â
"No," she smiles softly. "Not at all... I know you'll treat me right."
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CURB THIS SICKNESS. . . ! â ( SOFT YANDERE!PLAGUE DOCTOR OC X READER. )
#. synopsis! â there's a virus outside that's snuffed out the lights of many. . . and lucian refuses to let you meet such a miserable fate .
#. contains! â f!reader , explicitly nsfw content , multiple orgasms , vaginal fingering , implications of paranoia , cum swallowing , oral sex , cunnilingus , blowjob , vaginal sex , obsessive behavior , frequent usage of endearment terms (love, darling, angel) , missionary position , bathing , established relationship , slight choking , slight hair pulling , creampie , biting .
#. word count! â 5.1k .
#. oc carrd! â click here to find more information on lucian + other original characters of mine that i might write for in the future! xx .
When the virus began to spread in all directions from its alleged location of origin, âyou were certain youâd be dead before winter. If not from sickness, then certainly from another disease, or at the hands of some twisted maniac just searching for someone to slaughter that nobody would care enough to miss. You thought it was only a matter of time before you succumbed to hunger or thirst or the changing chill of autumn, or maybe something completely different: but something was bound to happen, and you were sure of it.
And it did. . . But it was nothing like what you had in mind.
Lucian may have seemed like something out of a horror story passed down through generations, still clad in his working attire the night he scooped you up in his arms from a shabby alleyway like a stray kitten, but he was surprisingly gentle (and perhaps unusually quiet.) He wasnât very talkative, but he cared for you in a way you were completely unaccustomed to, âprepared you a warm meal, brewed you chamomile tea, ran you a hot bath, and gave you a place to sleep for the night. He said you were slightly fevered and a bit malnourished, but all things considered, it could have been worlds worse.
âYouâre lucky,â he hummed, a gloved hand smoothing over your jaw, âthe pestilence hasnât taken hold of you.â
Even back then, that wasnât why you felt lucky. . . No, much to the contrary, you felt lucky because this man had taken you in without expecting anything of you in return, and he sought to keep you safe from the rot of the outside world. Thus, little by little, you stopped caring much about going out there.Â
His place is a bit quaint for two, but itâs homey, and it smells perpetually of lavender. Over time, heâs shifted the sleeping arrangements, and now you rest in his arms each night; about as close as one can get to being a lover without having the label.
A part of you is sure you could get it if you asked, but to you, it doesnât matter much. At the end of each day, he comes home to you, and thatâs what counts. You take care of the housework while heâs away (not that thereâs ever much to do.) For as odd as he is, his living space is free of most things, âno trinkets unrelated to his work (which you are not keen on touching), and heâs meticulous about picking up after himself and keeping all his items in order, so your unofficial duties are few and far between. Otherwise, the rest boils down to cooking meals, washing clothes, and keeping yourself entertained while heâs away. . . Like some kind of glorified trophy wife.
And sure, this will probably get old eventually, but for now, this is what youâre working with. He likes to have you close and to know where you are, âto know that youâre safe and not out getting infected by anyone or anything. If youâre at his home, youâre safe from all the filth of the outside world, and heaven knows itâs so nice to come home and lie next to a body so utterly unmarred by the grime of society.
Youâre sure once the virus has stilled, heâll ease up.
But tonight is not that night. Lucian all but stumbles through the door, and you can hear his rapid breathing through the long, beak-like shape of his mask. He seems startled and frantic, and you rush over, a concerned expression crossing your features.
âLucian? Are you alright?â You ask, reaching out to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
In an instant, he snatches your wrist and grabs for the other, holding one in either hand. His grip is fervent, but far from painful, and you become more confused the longer he goes without explaining the state heâs found himself in.
âLucianââ
âDarling,â he cuts you off, âyou mustnât get near the door.â
âOkay,â you nod in compliance, âbut why?â
âThe pestilence has taken hold of this city,â he replies. âThe air out there, you wouldnât believe the thickness of that putrid aroma. Itâs suffocating.â
Before you can ask if thereâs something you can do to quench his worries, he tugs you away from the entrance and into the bathroom. He removes his gloves and sets them aside, reaching down to begin running a warm bath. Then he looks to you, almost expectantly.
âStrip, please,â he encourages, âsaying it like heâs desperate for the act, albeit not necessarily under the context youâd prefer of him.
âLucianââ
âDarling,â he hisses, âplease, do as I ask of you.â
His bare hands cup your cheeks.
âPlease,â he repeats.
Itâs hard to deny him when he asks like that and has been so good to you, and itâs not as if heâs asking for a lot. Heâs just having a bad night, and if scrubbing yourself down will help ease his mind a bit, youâre willing to put in that sliver of extra effort for his sake.
Lucian sighs in relief as you begin to disrobe.
âThank you,â he comments. âI really donât have a clue what Iâd do if you fell ill. . . I donât think my heart could handle such a thing.â
You slip the last of your clothing off and step gingerly into the filling tub. Itâs not long enough to stretch out in, so you bunch yourself up neatly to fit the space and look up at him once more.
âI feel fine,â you assure.
âIâm glad,â he replies. âEven so, itâs much better to air on the side of caution. The human body is a dangerously fickle thing, and it can be incredibly fragile. Iâve seen as much firsthand more times than I can count. In its infancy, this virus is little more than a common cold, but progresses into something fatal at a rapid pace.â
You simply nod as he kneels next to the tub, rolling his sleeves up.
âYour breathing is ragged, Lucian,â you state, âyou should take that mask off and get some fresh air.â
âAfter,â he answers quickly.
He reaches for the half-used lavender soap bar and lathers it on his palms, then reaches out to smooth the suds over your arms and neck. His motions are a little rough and all too urgent. This is far from the first time heâs accompanied you for a bath, but it is the first time heâs ever done so and been this aggressive in his approach (if only as a result of his own anxiety.)
For the time being, he seems to avoid your breasts, instead reaching for one of your legs to hike it up out of the water. He repeats this process with the other, cleaning you until he seems satisfied. When he makes no move to revisit your chest, you take the soap from his hand and lather it yourself, placing it in its previous spot before leaning back slightly and allowing your hands to travel where youâd have liked for his to go.
Lucian watches but doesnât touch. Your fingertips nudge at your nipples, feeling them harden under the minstrations, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth. If nothing else, he should be getting the hint by now.
Surprisingly, youâve never had sex with him in all the months youâve spent curled up in his arms, sleeping in his bed. Heâs watched you take care of yourself on a number of occasions, has helped with his fingers another few times, âand allowed you to wrap your hand around him once a few weeks prior; but anything beyond that has seemed to be off limits. Youâve chalked it up to his shyness, or perhaps his distaste for human contact as a result of the pestilence; but tonight feels distinctly different.
Even in his previous state of frazzlement, Lucian seems all too content to sit back and watch you fondle your own breasts, soapy fingers clutching and releasing in tandem. Youâve always liked for him to watch you do things like this. Though his mask obscures the view of his face, you just know his eyes are trained on you, soaking up every movement, and you like to think heâs drooling at the way you grope yourself for his enjoyment (and for your own.)
âLucian?â You prompt, half-lidded eyes glancing over to him.
His shoulders straighten as you say his name.
âYouâre very beautiful,â he says, words almost too muffled by the mask to be made out.
âYou think so?â You smirk a bit.
âI do.â
Ah, but thatâs nothing new, and itâs nothing he hasnât shared with you before. On the very night he took you in and washed your hair, he smoothed his gloved hands against your scalp and mumbled about how pretty you looked, even with dirt still caked on your skin. Even covered in filth from the alleyways youâd been sleeping in, he thought you were nothing less than stunning, âa real vision to behold, and heâs never skimped on such compliments.
You pause for a moment, reaching out to grasp for his hands. He allows the gesture, though he seems a bit confused, leaning in closer to the rim of the tub as you position him to your liking.
âDo you think I feel feverish?â You inquire, placing one of his hands on your neck and another on one of your breasts.
He makes no move to pull away, firming his grip up almost instantaneously, as if heâs been itching to feel you this way.
âPerhaps a bit warm,â he mumbles, taking a moment to roll your nipple between two nimble fingers, âbut body temperature is known to rise during times of. . .â he trails off, clears his throat, then utters: âarousal.â
You trail your nails down his arm, letting your head tip back again. His hands are a bit calloused, but they feel so good against your skin, and you let a few moans slip past your lips. Itâs not often he touches you like this without his gloves on, but the flesh-on-flesh contact is electrifying.
âNot to worry you, but I do feel a bit strange,â you huff slightly.
Through the slightly tinted bath water, Lucian can still watch your hand as it travels between your thighs.
âIâm just a throbbing mess,â you hum, giving him a pointed stare; âbut youâll take care of me. . . Right, Doctor?â
It may just be your imagination, but you could swear you heard his breathing shudder at that request. Youâve never been this forward with him, but something apart from the facial expression thatâs still hidden away tells you that he likes where this is going. His fingers clamp down on the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to make taking in air a bit more of a struggle, but not anywhere near hard enough to be fatal.
The bit about being a throbbing mess was by no means an exaggeration on your part, so you take matters into your own fingers for the time being, drawing circles on your clit beneath the water.
âOf course,â he finally finds the voice to agree, ââIâd do anything to keep you from feeling unwell.â
That is what you like to hear.
âAnything?â
âAnything.âÂ
His grip tightens on your throat again, for emphasis, and with that, he seems to come slightly undone.
âDarling, thatâs why Iâve demanded you stay here in my home, âour home. Itâs safe here, free of contaminants and filth and anything that could cause you harm,â he says, the words spilling out like heâs been holding them back since he first set his sights on you.
âThe world outside is ill, not just this rotten city. Iâm working tirelessly to combat this pestilence, but as things stand now, the safest place you can be is here. With me. You understand that, my love. . . Donât you?â
Youâre only half listening, but you nod in agreement anyway. Whatever heâs saying, you trust his opinion on the matter.
âOf course,â you gasp, almost slipping a finger inside yourself to the tune of his melodic voice.
âI knew you would,â he continues, loosening the grip on your neck again. âYou know I only want whatâs best for you, that everything I do is to ensure your safety, âto eliminate the possibility of you ever falling sick.â
âOf course,â you repeat, head growing cloudier by the minute. âYouâve always taken such good care of me, right from the very beginning.â
God, heâs so elated that youâre seeing things his way. The way this makes him feel is almost too much to handle.
âI try so hard, darling, I truly do,â he says, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks.
âPlease, Lucian,â you mumble desperately, âI need you tonight.â
He complies, shedding his long coat and draping it over your shoulders once youâve stepped out of the tub. The chill of the air against your wet skin leaves your nipples hard and sensitive, and as he leads you to the bedroom, you hope he realizes just what it is youâre asking for. His fingers are a plentiful start, and you just know theyâll feel so good stuffed inside you, curling to hit all the right places, âbut theyâre nothing compared to the cock heâs stingily hidden away for all this time.
Tonight, you want him in all his glory in the glow of the lanterns on the walls. You want to strip him bare and gag on the length between his thighs, feel him twitch against the roof of your mouth, tease every vein that runs up his shaft. Itâs not enough to grind against him while youâre half asleep or hump his clothed thigh until youâve left his pants damp and your pussy sopping, just begging to be fucked by this man who might just love you more than he could ever fear any virus that lurks outside these walls.
âDonât fret,â he tells you, though it sounds more like a command than a gesture to soothe any worries, âjust lie back. Iâll be sure to give you. . . A proper examination.â
You could cum just hearing that.
With half your body pressed against the headboard and his coat nearly slipping off your body completely, he sets to work in his underclothes and mask. Itâs by no means an uncommon sight, but thereâs something distinct about him this late evening; the way his black attire contrasts so beautifully with the stark paleness of his skin and the mystery it shrouds him in that youâre just dying to sink your teeth into. Everything hidden beneath that cautious wardrobe and that long mask. . . Youâve gotta have it. Itâs a necessity.
His fingers, ungloved, begin softly with your calves, tracing senseless lines.
âIâm not so fragile,â you remind him.
For as oblivious as he can be, Lucian takes the hint, and by the time heâs reached your thighs, heâs content to give them the same treatment as your throat.
The way he splits you apart is almost painfully clinical, a thumb on either side of your lips, peering through the eye holes of his mask to admire the way your folds glisten in the orange lantern light. A few prodding strokes leave you biting your lip again, body waning in anticipation for the moment he finally turns his hand over and sinks the longest of his fingers inside you, âslowly, but deliberately. Itâs impossible to see his expression, but you hope his mouth hangs open a little at the way your cunt suckles on his finger, encouraging him to prod more and maybe stuff another few inside for you to grind against.
Thereâs something about the warmth of his fingers that gets you off almost in equal amounts to the way he moves. Another finger inside, and you whine, halfway to an orgasm from this alone.
Heâs not particulary rough in his execution, but thereâs a clean meticulousness in every movement that leaves every cell in your body craving more, begging for anything he can offer. Months upon months of wanting, of dropping hints, of hoping heâd catch on and finally see things your way, âand at last, youâve made it. And now that youâre here, youâre content to simply lie still and let him have his way with you.
âPlease donât stop,â you beg, nearly choking on the words when the tips of his fingers brush just the right spot.
âBefore youâre satisfied?â He sits forward a bit, resting his free hand on your stomach to press you down onto the bed. âDarling, I couldnât fathom it.â
You will your upper body forward, grabbing for the hand on your stomach to move it up to your throat. He squeezes, scissoring the fingers inside you, watching closely as your body shakes and your eyes roll back a bit in ecstasy.
âIâve tried,â he says to you suddenly. âIâve tried so desperately to be gentle with you.â
You smile.
âI appreciate that,â you answer. âBut I donât want you to be gentle at the moment.â
âThatâs a dangerous request, my love,â he warns.
God, you hope so.
You reach forward and grab at the beak of his mask, pulling it upward gently until it begins to slip off and reveal the handsome face underneath. Dark hair, dark eyes, but skin almost pale enough to be sickly, you meet his gaze just long enough to ask for permission, then lean in to kiss him on the mouth. Itâs the first time, and itâs electric. Heâs avoided this for months, âavoided your mouth, your unspoken pleas, all the passes you made for the sake of keeping himself at bay. But here you are now with two of his fingers stuffed inside you, his hand on your throat, and your lips slotted against his own.
âPlease,â you murmur, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
And you can feel the restraints of his mind come unwound.
Heâs no longer gentle in the way he fucks you silly with his fingers, hammering them over and over and over again into that delicious spot buried deep inside you, squeezing your throat hard enough to cut your breathing off. The way your pussy spasms as you cum is blissful, and he loves the way your arousal soaks his digits, loves the way your back arches, soundless moans spilling forth as he makes you orgasm.
âI fucking tried,â he says again.
Itâs almost manic, so desperate and sort of pathetic in the kind of way that turns you on. This is the first time youâve ever heard him curse, and it dawns on you that even the filthiest of words sound so unendingly elegant when theyâre spoken by Lucian.
âI tried to be gentle. I tried to keep you safe here, âto shelter you from whatever forsaken wasteland remains out there,â he insists, his fingers still buried in your twitching cunt. âI just wanted to protect you.â
He lightens the grip on your throat as you lean in to kiss him again, cupping his face in your hands.
âYou have,â you assure him.
âYou take such good care of me, Lucian,â you mumble into his ear. âLet me show you how grateful I am.â
The fingers stuffed inside you slowly slip out, and reach for his hand, guiding them to your lips, taking his digits into your mouth to taste yourself on them. He watches with hunger and interest as you clean him with your tongue. He leans in to kiss you to get a taste of it himself, grasping your hair near the scalp and taking a fistful hard enough to make you gasp.
âI canât let you leave,â he murmurs. âItâs not safe out there. When this pestilence has been subdued, Iâll do this all correctly. We can start from the beginning, and Iâll be a gentleman.â
âI look forward to it,â you answer softly.
âYouâll stay until then?â He inquires.
Heâs clearly overreacting, but itâs hard to care when you just want him inside you. Lucian has seen death day in and day out, âso itâs no wonder it feels like it permeates everything around him. He just doesnât want you to suffer such a fate, and youâre confident that you wonât, as long as heâs yours.
âOf course I will,â you answer.
Itâs like something primal takes over. Suddenly his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss, and his hands are grasping roughly at your breasts, pushing you down onto the bed as he crawls between your legs. He pauses, hovering just above your dripping cunt, turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh. It makes you squeal a bit, and he kisses the teethmarks he left behind as if in apology.
You canât help but wonder how long heâs been yearning for this. Itâs like every part of him is thrumming from the thrill of it all, and this man who has previously refused to even kiss you on the mouth is now stationed exactly where you want him, tongue lolling out to lick a solid stripe up your folds. He laps like a man starved, then spreads you apart with his thumbs to suck your clit mercilessly.
Itâs good enough to make your vision go blurry, and you canât seem to form proper words through the haze. Desperately, your fingers claw at the sheets of this mattress, and he moans against your hot cunt, sending a vibration rippling through your core that makes your back arch on instinct. You mumble something that comes out like gibberish, pussy convulsing against the flat of his tongue.
His arm comes round to press your hips down, forcing you to be still. Itâs the kind of toruture youâre sure youâll learn to live for. Thereâs only so much you can wriggle under his arm, which has a surprising amount of force despite his rather lanky stature.
From what little friction you manage as you attempt to grind against his tongue, you tip yourself over the edge and as the knot in your stomach unties for the second time tonight, he continues licking, lapping at the juices that spill forth.
He stands and reaches for the top button of his shirt, not bothering to wipe his face, chin and lips glistening with your aftermath. You watch him undress with lustful eyes, propping yourself up on your elbow, then slinking back against the headboard once again, resting your weary body against it. The quiver of your thighs doesnât stop you from nudging at your swollen clit.
âI wanted to be a gentleman,â he comments, untucking the shirt from his pants and pulling the front open.
Itâs not skin you havenât seen before. In fact, youâve seen every inch of him at one point or another; just never all at once, and now, youâre waiting with bated breath to see him completely exposed for your eyes only.
âI truly did. I wanted to give you comfort and security, âto love you as you deserve. And I knew from the moment I saw you that only I could give you exactly what youâve always needed.â
You hum in acknowledgement as he continues to strip himself bare.
âBut itâs so clear to me now that Iâve neglected you,â he continues. âThis beautifully desperate display is all a result of my negligence. . . I failed to realize just how much you needed me like this. How much you needed the touch of a man. . .â
He sounds apologetic, but your eyes are fixated on his half-hard cock. The last time you saw it, he asked that you keep your mouth away; insisting it wasnât sanitary to use it for such purposes, terrified that you might contract some sort of illness if you sucked his dick for the sheer enjoyment of doing so. This time, however, you have a feeling youâre well past that.
To test the waters, you let your hand fall away from your cunt, slipping off the side of the bed to kneel before him. He gazes down at you as you open your lips and let your tongue fall out, encouraging him to make what he will of it.
âMy love,â he says, placing four fingers under your chin to rest his thumb against your tongue for a moment, ââIâll make everything up to you. . .â
His free hand pumps his cock once, twice, thrice, âthen he places it gently on the flat of your tongue, letting you feel the weight and the warmth of it. He sighs.
âDarling,â he groans, âah. . .â
It takes very little for him to come close to cumming in your mouth, just a few minutes of sucking him off, listening to him moan, feeling him quiver at your touch. You hum with his member stuffed down your throat, and he cants his hips reflexively, an orgasm bubbling up beneath his skin.
Your non-dominant hand holds his cock steady while the other is stuck between your thighs, rubbing furiously at your clit, making you whimper along his shaft. When he notices, Lucian finds that wholly unacceptable and snatches you up to position you on the edge of the bed, relieving the pressure on your aching knees. You werenât down there for long, but kneeling was hardly comfortable on the hard floor.
He spreads your thighs apart and smacks the pads of his fingers against your slit.
Whatever heâs doing, youâre sure youâll enjoy it to the fullest, so you occupy yourself with his cock again from this new angle, bending awkwardly to mouth at the reddened tip. His fingers find their way inside you once more, working their delicate magic, brushing against all the right places. At this point, youâre more desperate for his dick to slip inside you like this, but you take what he offers in stride (and more of him into your mouth in the process.)
Heâs vocal, and thatâs utterly divine. His gravely moans and the pump of his fingers leave you cumming for a third time before his first orgasm arises, depositing a sizable amount of his seed into your mouth.
âI love you,â he huffs, âand if he were anyone else, youâd be certain it was just the oral sex talking, but no. . . Lucian wouldnât have said it if he didnât mean it.
Of course, heâs made similar confessions over the months, and has certainly treated you like it long before he ever expressed it so directly, but still. . . It feels nice to hear it, if nothing else.
âI love you too,â you answer honestly, urging him closer with your arms wrapped around his neck. âIâm yours tonight, completely. . . If youâll have me. . .â
âOh, darling, donât be foolish,â he remarks, kissing you deeply. âYouâve been mine since the moment we met.â
Your back to the cool sheets, he lingers over you now, his shadow looming over you so monstrously. Thereâs a stark flush of red on his face that has begun to spread down the length of his neck, and one of his hands finds its way to your breasts as the other smoothes across your thigh. The head of his cock kisses your sopping entrance, sending a series of chills from the top of your spine to the bottom.
His breath on your neck makes your chest tighten, and he finds your lips with his own again as he sinks inside you, filling you up.
âLucian,â you whimper, helpless to his touch as he pauses, buried down to the hilt inside your cunt.
He presses a few gentle kisses to your throat, murmuring something about how nice it feels to be stuffed inside you. He feels your nails dig into his shoulders as you adjust to his intrusion.
âYou must understand by now,â he says, mumbling the words right next to your bitten earlobe. âEverything I do is for you.â
âI do,â you gasp slightly.Â
As he begins to move, your walls clench around him, and he exhales deeply against the junction of your neck and shoulder. You roll your hips to match his pace, but as he goes faster, that becomes fruitless. Eventually, you resign yourself to the fate of lying there against the pillows, speared on his cock, him making a mess of you as you moan uncontrollably.
This was everything youâd been hoping for and then some, like some erotic dream come to life. Lucianâs lips travel where they please, âstopping to peck at your jaw, then to suck on your throat. Your breathing is haggard, and he smooths a hand down your side, resting it against your hip for a moment.
âJust a little more,â he whispers, as if to be reassuring.
âJust look how stunning you are, angel,â he murmurs, âhow pretty you look like this.â
He kisses you once more.
âYou take this so well, like your body was made for me.â
Youâre delirious enough to believe that might be the case.
His cock pounds a little harder, and he hits the perfect spot, tearing a desperate yelp from your throat. Youâre overstimulated and weak, but your high is itching just under your skin, and you couldnât bear to see it disappear.
âPlease,â you whimper to him, completely at his mercy, ââplease, Iâm so close.â
He loves the desperation that clings to your voice. The hand on your hip travels to your clit, pressing roughly against the abused little button, making you jerk slightly. He rubs a few heavy circles against it, and you come undone, cunt spasming around his cock as he chases his own release inside you.
Lucian is sloppy near the end, which may just be the only time youâve ever known him to not be perfectly calculated and precise. His breath hits your neck again, over and over as he huffs through the hunt, finally sinking his teeth in when he comes to a finish. His cum sits hot inside your cunt, and he catches his breath for a moment, head resting against your throat.
âI apologize,â he utters. âI hope that wasnât too much for you.â
You exhale slowly, his cock still buried in your heat.
âDonât apologize,â you murmur, âI enjoyed myself.â
You feel him smile against your neck.
âIâm glad, darling.â
For the first time, he sleeps next to you without clothing, letting you touch every part of him, tangling your limbs together. Your face buried in the crook of his neck, breath fanning softly against him, as close to sleep as you can manage without tumbling over the precipice, Lucian reaches for his long coat and drapes it over your body, holding you closer.
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Blind sexDate[Ft. StayC's Isa & Fromis_9's Chaeyoung]
Tags: none, its a threesome
Word count: 6.5K
Author's: that...took a while, started to write this in 26th of August so i did take a very long time to finally have this out but here it is: my October upload
I really want to thank @prael @capslocked @octoberautumnbox and many others from the discord for helping me with stuff I wasn't sure about, i am really proud of that fic and i hope everyone else will enjoy reading it as much as i had fun writing it.
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She sounds pretty.
It's the lilt of her voice, how it does a cute thing where she almost, but not quite rolls her r's and chews on her consonants. A voice that sounds like it belongs to someone small. Someone, you know - conventionally attractive.Â
Four minutes, fifty-five seconds. And that's pretty much all she has going for her.
"Let me tell you about my friend's vacation," she starts again, and you've lost track of if this is the same friend, same vacation - or a new one. They're all blending together.
you always thought the âblindâ was a figure of speech. it's fucking pitch black, you wonder if compared to the other guys you were underdressed,, you did see one guy with a blazer and jeans your paycheck couldn't even pay a quarter of it.
But back to the girl, her non stop ramble is now a background noise in your ears, not even sure you can recall who is the ex of who and which boyfriend cheated on her best friend with her sister. Your brain can't keep up.
but regardless, the first round is thankfully over, say your goodbyes to the first girl and stay in your chair.
you consider leaving right now to try and not get disappointed even more, howeverâŚ
âHeyâ The next girl is already here, it will be rude of you to leave just like that.
âHi I am Jakeâ you respond
âNice to meet you, my name is Chaeyoung, but you can just call me Isaâ she responds. The first impression you gather is her voice, Airy and sweet like honey
âHuh, it's a pretty name, First time I ever heard a name like that â you can hear a quiet giggle to your compliment.
âThank you, I am actually from South Korea, I came here to LA for summer vacationâ.
âThat's cool, I actually live in LA myselfâ You lean back in your chair, getting comfortable around the mysterious girl.
âOh wowâ you could hear the excitement in her voice. âDo you have any places you can recommend to me?â she asked.
âUhhâŚwell, Here in Santa Monica Pier it's always fun for tourists too walk around here, I assume you have already been at the walk of fame in Hollywood and Universal studiosâ you answer.Â
âI have to say though: this whole dating in the darkness is very fun, isn't it?â Fun is certainly one way to describe this, the other way is a gamble but for the sake of keeping the conversation fun you agree with her.
âIts like all of my other senses are much stronger, like some superheroâŚâ Isa giggles, it's addictive that you can't help but join, with the sound of small shifts on her chair you can imagine how she is doing some battle poses.
âHehe thats truuu-â quickly shut your mouth, that voice crack was the last thing you needed on a date but fortunately for you, Chaeyoung sounds a short laugh.
âNervous?â
âheheâŚYeah, been a while since i was on a dateâ you explain, recalling your experiences with your failed relationships, it still stings a bit.
"Let's play a game then." There's some faint sounds of movementâa ruffling of clothes and the creak of a chair. She sounds clearer now, her voice doesn't have to carry as far and she's far more pronounced.Â
"Help you relax a bit: What do you think I look like?â she asks, her tone is playful and happy as if she is the host of a game show, This second date goes better than you expected.
âHmmâŚlet me thinkâŚI am gonna guess that you haveâŚblack hairâŚis it long?â Your first answer is hesitant.
âNot telling~â she responds with a playful note. âHow about my clothes?â
There is curiosity in her voice, excited to see how you will respond, you could hear her fingers tapping on the table, remembering to not waste time. âWell, you sound like a sweet girl, like the simple things in life, soâŚâ you pause, trying to imagine her in many different styles and clothes that could fit her in the 5 or so minutes that you got to know her.Â
Remember who is wasting whoâs time so better lock in your answer now and say.
âMy guess is⌠a summer dress?â quite the answer you give out, and the way you say it like you are one answer away from receiving the grand prize of Chaeyoung's game show, but back to her answerâŚ
âYou think it's something I will wear?â Isa questions, her tone sounds like she is also imagining herself wearing one.
âYeah, it looks cute,â you respond. âAnd its not too crazy to wear on a first dateâ you add, hearing a small giggle after.
âOk, i will keep it mind next time we meetâ
âWill there be a next time?â
âI don't see why notâ
You're happy, a bit surprised it didn't take you that much time to find someone in this speed blind dating thing, expecting more or less what happened the prior date but here you are.
âIt's your turn to guess now?â You ask, already feeling comfortable around her.
âOk ok, so i-â
But sadly as if life has decided to cockblock you, the time is over as an alarm can be heard as a signal to switch, you can only look at the general direction of where Chaeyoung could be and sigh, showing your disappointment.
âWe can always meet later if you wantâ you can feel her wanting to continue her date with you but every good thing must come to an end
âOf course, it was very fun talking with youâ
âSame to you as wellâ you can hear Isa lift herself from the chair. âSee yaâ she added in a happy tone before leaving you at the lone table. You can't help yourself but smile.
âMaybe it won't be as bad as i thoughtâÂ
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Time goes on and other girls come and go, however, you can't help but wonder more about Isa, what makes her laugh? What does she like to do on the weekends? what are her dreams, aspirations and everything in between, the curiosity killed you inside.
more importantly: you wonder what she looks like, outside of the darkness you were both in. If it wasn't clear enough: you are interested in her, they all say love at first sight doesn't exist but here you are, letting your mind fill with the idea of her.
You are set in stone of your choice, and there is no chance you will change yo-.
âuhm Hello? Are you there?â
Zoom out of your thoughts, focus on the husky, feminine voice coming from what seems to be in front of you. How long has she been sitting there? How long have you been daydreaming?? Thank god it's dark so quickly compose yourself before it can get awkward and start talking.
âOh hi, im jake. Nice to meet youâ
âUhh, nice to meet you too,â she responds, it's not hard to hear the shakiness and in her voice showing her nervousness to you, the small shifting sounds in her chair. âI am Chaeyoungâ.
You're caught off guard, the world is smaller than it seems with you meeting two girls Sharing the same name, âisn't that a Korean name?â
âUh, yeah, howâŚhow did you know?â.
âI actually met another girl named Chaeyoung before in hereâ you say, it would be funny if they actually knew each other but the chances are slim. It's not like you know every Jake either.
âOh, that's coolâŚâ she mumbled, sounding as if she was disappointed to hear it
The silence is now getting awkward, you both wait for the other one to start breaking more of the ice and it seems that she was the patient one between both of you since you are the first to give up and get the conversation going.
âSo what do you do? For a living I meanâ you are met with unintelligible mumbles as an answer, a bit unsure you ask her again to clarify.
âIâŚmodel, it's not super serious thoughâ Chaeyoung quietly answered, you could hear light, quick taps beneath the table.
âOh wow, I bet you are like, really pretty if you do modelingâ you dont know how much confidence you got to say such a thing but you are already mentally face-palming yourself. You could feel yourself gaining some creep points in her mind over this comment.
âOh, uhh ThankâŚthank you very muchâ Chaeyoung stutters, her tone jumps an Octave, sounding a small giggle. You can only sigh in relief that you didn't weird Chaeyoung out.
âI'm in LA for a photoshoot, since we finished earlier than expected i got a couple of days free to hang out around the cityâ she explains, still sounding nervous but much more at ease than before. âSo what do you do for work, Jake?â She returns your question to you.
âAh, I just work as a barista in a small cafĂŠ, nothing much.â you manage to say in a montone, unpleasant tone. You are a bit embarrassed that you have the chance to blind date a model while you are the equivalent of nothing compared to her
âItâs-Itâs okay, i'm honestly not some super popular modelâ her words quickly come out of her mouth. âBesides, I can imagine being a barista is much more relaxing of a job, not trying to get every deal possible just not to lose money.â
âI mean, it doesn't pay much but it is less stressful,â you respond. You can hear two glasses of water placed on the wooden table with one of them handed to you, together with a straw since you could imagine how drinking from the cup would end like.
âSo, what does a model like youâ you stop, taking a small sip of the water to refresh yourself. -doing in blind speed dating?â
âIt's just easier for me, usually when i go on dates I get nervous, and my eyes travel too much, and I kind of panicâŚâ Chaeyoung explains, lightly giggling at her own experience before taking a sip from her water glass as well .âSo I thought doing something like this could help me feel uhh you know⌠less stressed.â
âHey, you do you, as long as you are comfortable.â
âYeah, that's true,â Chaeyoung replied. Her voice turns less shaky and more clear than at the start of your date, it was clear that both of you had fun on that date.
So much so that in fact, you both were caught off guard by the timer for your date finishes and the lights suddenly turn up again, revealing the girl in front of you for the first time.
Right off the bat; you understand why Chaeyoung is a model.
A heart-shaped face and a delicate, soft jawline paired with brown, expressive eyes and Black shoulder-length silky hair that is enough to make every man look at her in awe, including you. Even her clothing is model-like with a Chic, stylish black off shoulder shirt and Denim jeans that show her features exceptionally well. By the way, you should say something before you will sound weird
âOh, nice to meet youâ stand up from your chair and raise your hand to a handshake.
âNice to meet you too, i gotta say that i didn't see that coming at allâ Chaeyoung cheerfully responded while shaking your hand, sounding a sincere chuckle while her eyes joined her wide smile.
âSame, i almost had a heart attackâ you jokingly say while you get your jacket off your chair. âSay, wanna go outside? Maybe get to know each other moreâ she only nods, taking her jacket from her chair as you both head out from your table toward the exit of the bar.
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âOh, here you areâ you recognize this airy voice, taken aback as you look at where the voice comes from.
Though you were right about the black hair, you did miss the mark on Isa's outfit. Short crop top and tight jeans, that cute summer dress was nowhere to be found.
Her cat-like eyes lock onto yours, she flashes a sweet yet devilish grin before heading toward the two of you.
âGotta say Jake: i had a feeling you were good looking, but i didn't expect you to be this good lookingâ Isa compliments you, giving a small wink then her gaze turns to Chaeyoung with curious eyes.
âYour friend?â She asks you,
âHi, I'm Chaeyoung, nice to meet youâ She says, reaching her hand forward as Isa is suddenly taken by surprise.
âUm, I am Chaeyoungâ
âThat's my nameâ
âThat's⌠also my name"
âWhat's your family name?â Chaeyoung asks, now intrigued by the other girl.
âIts Leeâ Isa responds, now it's Chaeyoungâs turn to be surprised.
âthat's alsoâŚmy family nameâ
During this, you are just looking at what's happening in front of you. As much as you are curious, you are also worried since it seems like both were interested in dating you after this.
However, one quick look at each other, another one to look at you and then looking back at each other, the two girls started laughing, both covering their mouths to muffle the volume. You can only sigh in relief that it turned for the better.
Eventually they both let their laughs out as Chaeyoung speaks. âIt's quite a surprise to meet another Korean here in LAâ.
âPlease, call me Isa, and same, nice to meet you too Chaeyoungâ she replies, chuckling lightly as the other girl can't help but start chuckling as well before they reach their hand for a small handshake
âWell that went better than expectedâ you manage to slip in the conversation reminding them that you are still here.
âYou also met him on Speed dating?â
Chaeyoung nods. âWe were the last round before the lights turned on, you two met earlier?âÂ
âYeah, the other guys were kind of boring but he was a breath of fresh airâ Isa explains, turning her gaze to you and winking at you. You could swear your heart skipped a beat.
At this moment one question rose in your mind and as you looked at the two girls with an awkward look, they both realized what you were as they sounded a small âohâ before looking at each other again. As much as you didn't want you, you had to choose one of the girls to be your date.
âYou can go out with Jakeâ Chaeyoung quickly says, smiling sweetly and lightly pushing Isa toward you, both you and the cat-like girl are surprised.
âChaeyoung? Are you sure?â you question, why was she suddenly
âYeah yeah, I'm sure, You two met before I met you, so she should have youâ she explains, her eyes joining her smile. You did feel bad about leaving Chaeyoung out however an idea was about to be suggested that would fix that problem.
Then again, you aren't sure if this was an actual fixâŚ
âI dont mind you dating us bothâ
What
âWhat?â Chaeyoung raises her eyebrow in surprise at Isa, the one who suggested that idea out of the blue, you were not far behind Chaeyoung in your reaction as well, being completely confusement.
âI mean dont see why not, I like you, you like me, she likes you, You like her. I am bad at math but it doesnât seem too hard to solve this problemâ Isa explains looking at you, You and Chaeyoung swap looks, you can feel your cheek heating up and changing to a pink shade.
âI mean uhâŚas long as Jake doesn't mind, it's okay by meâ Chaeyoung stutters, Isa likes this response as she smiles at her new friend, her arm goes around Chaeyoungâs shoulder.
âIm sure it will be great, So what do you say Jake?~â Isaâs voice is sweet when she looks at you with her warm smile, Chaeyoungâs smile is also there but is much more timid.
The choice was now in your field, you didn't expect there to be a third option in the first place and all in honesty: That idea seemed like trouble. But when Isa looks at you with her cheerful smile, standing like that next to Chaeyoung with a smile that makes them look together like the next cover page for a magazine, it's hard to say no to them.
And deep inside: you don't want to.
âSure, if that's what you two wantâ you respond, it seems they are both satisfied with your choice as they look at each other with warm smiles.Â
you honestly didn't mind this idea as long as they were both happy, besides, what's the worst that could happen?.
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âDang it!â Isa yelled, almost managing to block your hit of the air puck but it ended up inside the goal because of the unusual angle you shot it. âSoâŚa model, that sounds like a cool job to have, no?â She directed her question to Chaeyoung, giving her the mallet she was holding.
âHuh? Oh yeah, it's fine, I'm not getting many offers compared to the average modelâ Chaeyoung answers, half focused on aiming the first shot before quickly shooting it at your goal. âbut it's good moneyâ
You reflect the puck. âI mean, if it's something you like to D-â Stop what you are saying and block the surprise attack Chaeyoung does, look at her cheeky smile as you know she almost scoredâ-Do, you can do almost everything you wantâ you continue what you were saying as you send the puck toward her direction.
âYeah that's trueâ Chaeyoung smiled toward you, then quickly smacking the puck directly into your goal, getting herself a point. âSo, what do you two work at?â.
âA Gaming cafe, Came to LA as a summer trip with my friends after examsâ Isa replied, taking your mallet and shooting the puck from her side.
âDamn, compared to you two my job sounds boring as fuck, You are a model, you work at a gaming cafe, and i am just a barista at a cafeâ you jokingly roast yourself, eyes moving from side to side with each side the puck goes to.
âHuh, not my first thought when it comes to your job,â Isa says, a bit surprised. âButâŚi imagine you look quite handsome in barista clothesâ And there she goes again, with that flirty smile and curious eyes that you swear you fall in love deeper than you were.
Now look at Chaeyoung, not as flirty as the other girl but it seems that, unlike the first time you met her, she is much less tense, more at ease around the two of you, genuinely enjoying her time.
After the air hockey game is over and a quick stop to get some of LAâs finest street food (which the two seemed to really enjoy for their first time), the three of you are now sitting on the boardwalk, the sound of the waves going back and forth is singing in your ears, however now they topic of the conversation seems to get moreâŚlaid-back.
âSo let me get this straight: your best friend is Korean, right?â You ask, Isa responds with a small nod
âAnd she has a British accent?â Chaeyoung continues your question, getting Isa to laugh again.
âYes-â she stops talking to take a sip from the water bottle in her. âFully Korean, with a British accent, one time my friends and I were listening to a song called âRun 2 Uâ by some random group, and she said the name of the song asâ she suddenly released a small chuckle unable to keep her cool.
âAs what? Just tell usâ Chaeyoung comments, half smiling as if she already knows the answer, Isa meanwhile slowly downed the water so she wouldn't choke before finally saying after a deep breath.
âRaeun tew yewâŚâ The mock accent that Isa adds gives the punch line more of an oomph as you all start laughing, small tears of joy leave your eyes as you slam the wooden deck, meanwhile, Chaeyoung covers her mouth to hide the amount of blush she has on her cheeks from how hard she is laughing.
âOh that was good, I didn't expect to laugh this hardâ You exclaim, taking a deep breath as you now go back to staring at the waves. âHonestlyâŚthis date has been really fun, with both of you,â.
âLike-wise, we both enjoyed your company as wellâ Chaeyoung replies, sweetly giggling while her left fingers go to her hair, pushing it aside with the side effect of getting your cheeks slightly pink, luckily the weak lighting make it hard to see for the two girls.
âSame for meâ Isa chimed in with a smile. âSay, want to continue it somewhere else? It's getting lateâ she prompts as a soft yawn escapes her mouth.
âHuh? Okay, if you want my place is closeâ you say, standing up from the deck as you lend your hand to help her stand up.
âThat's greatâ She says as her gaze turns to the other girl. âYou're coming as well Chae?â.
Chaeyoung suddenly tensed up in surprise. âChae?â she asks, to which Isa just giggles at her rather cute reaction.
âYeah, it's a cute nickname, you don't mind it, right?â Her tone is sweet when she asks her friend with a warm smile, that way when Chaeyoung smiles, she mirrors the same warmth with her own smile.
âOf course i don'tâ she responds, standing up and lightly stretching to gain some sense of her body, âSo? Lets goâ
âGreatâ Isa comments before turning her gaze to you. âJake, mind leading the way?â
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The ride home is quieter than usual.
Not that there were not any talks inside the cab you decided to take to your place, but most of the talking was done by the two girls, sitting on each side of you, only speaking in a language you can only assume is korean.
Itâs a simple loop: Isa says something, they look at you (which you could only smile awkwardly at their happy gazes), Chaeyoung answers with something else and they start giggling, sneaking another look at you and then it goes back again.
Eventually the taxi stops, leaving you right in front of your apartment complex. âHmm, it really is close to the pierâ Isa commented, easy for her to say when the entire bus ride has been ten minutes but for you it felt like an eternity.
As you scale the stairs up to your floor and walk to your apartment, you manage to fish the keys to your apartment out of your jeans pockets and open the door.
âWell here we are,â you say, getting inside and turning the lights on, revealing the living room, a couple boxes of instant-noodles on the table, the tv is on with a random news channel. âAs you can see, it's not that big but its co-â
As you turn around to look at the two girls, your mouth opens wide in shock.
In front of you is Isa, head tilted slightly to the side as her lips close the distance with Chaeyoungâs. Her hands are not left idle as they both smoothly travel across the olderâs back, feeling every inch of her partnerâs body.
Meanwhile Chaeyoung's eyes are wide open and her body froze, surprised by the sudden act of Isa. It's not long until she as well eases up into the kiss, gently closing her eyes and putting her hands on the youngerâs hips, you can hear how tongues slowly starts getting into the mix as the two girls vocalise small hums and whimpers. Eventually the torture comes to an end as their lips part from eachother but not their hands
âThat⌠was your plan in theâŚend?â Chaeyoung asks in between pants, trying to collect air to aid surprise
âOf course, and besidesâŚâ Isa answers, turning her head enough to get her eyes on you, more specifically a bit down from your eyes. âIt seems like he enjoys the showâ.
Look down at the visible tent that is forming inside your pants and your hand that is slowly stroking itself to the beautiful yet unholy sight in front of you, another look into their eyes and you can see the arousement both girls share at your own prize.
âCome behind her jake, she feels divineâ Isa elongates the last word-just the right way to get you Following her prompt, walking toward the two girls and getting behind Chaeyoung, your hands wrap around her midriff and your lips find themselves on the back of her neck causing her to quietly gasp.
With each second that your threeway makeout session was passing you could feel your pants getting tighter and your lust growing larger, enough that in a very bold move you let your palm find Isaâs right buttcock, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes her release a soft moan and take a look at you with a slutty smirk.
âYou sneaky motherfuckerâ she playfully said, getting one of her hands off Chaeyoung's hips and wrapping it around your length. âYou're hard alreadyâ she exclaims, leaving the two of you standing in front of her, wanting more from her, and from each other.
âI cant wait any longer~â Isa breathily says, giving you two a playful wink before disappearing into your bedroom. As lust quickly takes over your body you grab Chaeyoung by the hips and pull her into a kiss, and by how Chaeyoung quickly reciprocates the kiss and doesn't pull away, you can tell she wants it too.
You don't have time to process the texture of Chaeyoung lips, or how her long, soft legs are wrapped around your waist. Your only goal is to get the two of you into the bedroom, where Isa sits on your king sized bed with hungry eyes, licking her lips in anticipation.Â
You let Chaeyoung get on your bed as you quickly join the two girls while tossing your shirt off to the side of the bed letting the two girls marvel at your naked chest.
âFuckâ Chaeyoung mouthed.
âTold you he was hotâ Isa adds, scooting herself in front of you to get a hold of your chest before leaning in for a quick peck on your lips. âYou don't mind undressing yourself, do you? me and Chae here have a show we need to give youâ No answer was needed besides a nod as you went to the edge of your bed, letting the two girls begin.
It starts with kissing, slow yet sensual with Isa taking the lead by Straddling Chaeyoung's lap while one of her hands begins to glide across Chaeyoung's curves, ending at her left breast. âFuck unnie, the things i will do to have a body like yoursâ.
Chaeyoung elicits a muffled moan to the soft grope Isa gives her, eyes completely shut and her and head looking up to let the pleasure take over. Soon Isa begins moving her hands all around her body, giving every inch of skin attention until eventually she stops one hand on the hem of Chaeyoung's shirt, the other supporting her from behind.
âYou don't mind letting me take it off, right?â A quick nod of approval from the older one and Isa begins to slowly pull it up, moving to the right to let you see how slowly but surely more skin is revealed until finally the shirt is completely above her head giving you a clear view of Chaeyoung's black, lacy bra.
During all of this you are hard as a rock, can't take your eyes off from the two girls in front of you, even while you attempt to zip your jeans and rid them off your legs leaving you only in your briefs. You could swear you saw Isa lick her lips at the first sights of your briefs.
âCan I take yours too?â Chaeyoung's question is needy, eyes showing every sign of want to her Partner, hands are not left idle either with both of them resting on the upper part of Isaâs midriff, slightly below her two mounds.
âOf course, Unnieâ she responds, leaning her body back and relaxing herself to let the older begin a strip tease of her own, every second that passes raises the sexual tension between them to a new level.
Unlike Chaeyoung, Isaâs crop top is not as loose compared to her black shirt, revealing the younger's breasts, covered with a crimson colored undergarments of her own with nipples taut from the arousal.
âMuch betterâ Isa sighs in relief, feeling lighter without her crop top that is now thrown somewhere to the floor as once again she looks at you with a soft gaze however her mouth is anything but, painted with a sultry smile that can only speak trouble, finally with a breathy voice she playfully asks
âYou're coming, Jake?â
The way Isa says your name, it's enough to let your primal instincts take over you, every red light is now turned green as you quickly pull Isa from behind into your lap, feeling her naked skin in your palms, right hand rests on her breast while the left hand goes to her thigh, rubbing and squeezing it to your heart's content.
âOh god, yessssâ Isa hisses the last word, it was clear that she enjoys every second of this, enough so that she doesnt pull away but instead leans in, meeting you in a torrid, messy makeout session, you two don't notice how Chaeyoung has already got rid of her whole bottom, only with her bra on with fingers already inside her pussy, definitely enjoying the view.
âDon't just stand there Chae, join usâ This might be the most confident thing you have said this entire evening but it sure works on her since Chaeyoung now sits in front of Isa, palms massaging her clothed thighs, giving you a free hand to grope Isaâs other breast.
Those are not the same girls you met a couple of hours ago during that blind date, any semblance of innocence and fluff was left outside the door, now replaced with Lust and it's oh so clear with how Chaeyoung's eyes get aroused with each button she pops out of Isa jeans until eventually she finds her undergarment, same color as her bra with a wet spot in the middle.
Knowing what Chaeyoung was doing, Isa takes her hands into her denim jeans, lowering both the jeans and her own panties before throwing them away, leaving her creamy, thick thighs for both of you to revel in.
With the excitement in your body. You don't notice how Isa left your grasp, crawling away with a sway of her hips from side to side, now near her Chaeyoung they both look at you with an inviting smile, now giving you a chance to see both of them in their full glory.
With a devilish smirk Isa now moves behind the older girl, her eyes looking directly at you in an attempt to lure you in. Then a click can be heard as Chaeyoungâs bra now falls onto the mattress, Isa quickly joins her as now in front of you, two naked, gorgeous ladies sit in front of you.
And finally, knowing what the last piece is missing from the puzzle, you finally grab the hem of your boxers, pulling it down to let your Hardened cock stand strong and proud.
âTold you he was bigâ Isa exclaims, giving a small nudge to Chaeyoung with a small giggle, her friend quickly joins her.
âYeahâŚso bigâ she mumbles quietly, her finger inside her mouth, lightly chewing on it to hold in the excitement of seeing your size.Â
However, you didn't come this far with them just to watch each other naked, and they are not either as without saying a word, the two of them playfully shove you down into the mattress and get into their positions.
It starts off with Isa finding her place on your legs once again, looking directly at you with her thighs wrapped around your cock, only the tip is exposed to the air as after a flirty wink, she starts rubbing her thigh on you.
âOh shit, IsaâŚâÂ
You groan, the rest of your voice comes out as a moan that gets her excited, you could have witnessed the obscene act of her thigh job until the end of time, however it is quickly obstructed by Chaeyoung's ass planted on your chest, her rear side all for you to view how it moves, you are not surprised why she is a model with a body as divine as hers.
âJakeâŚi can feel you twitching â Isa whines, feeling your tip slightly touch her entrance is enough to let some precum leak out of your tip with you releasing another moan.
âHey, let me have some tooâ Chaeyoung interrupts, taking her thumb and brushing it over your tip and grabbing some of it as you could hear how she gives it a small lick before humming cheerfully at your taste.
âOoo, he taste good~â how the fuck did you even think this girl was innocent again?
âCan I have some unnie?â
âSureâ as if Chaeyoungâs timing was perfect, your first shot of cums leaks out of your member as she quickly gets some on her fingers.Â
âSay ahhhâ Chaeyoung prompts as Isa happily obliges, letting her fingers get inside her mouth, tasting . Its down right torture how you are not allowed to see what might as well be a scene from an adult film but regardless you can only enjoy the sounds, its not like you didnt do it before.
As your libido starts growing, so does your confidence as your palms firmly hold each buttcock of Chaeyoung, feeling its texture by softly squishing it, kneading it like dough causing Chaeyoung to utter a moan while arching her body back to give you all of the signals that she is enjoying it.
âOkay, this is enough teasing, we want the real thing nowâ Isa exclaims, Freeing your cock from the confines of her thighs giving it a breath of fresh air as now she squats over your face, giving you a clear view of her shaven pussy. Chaeyoung meanwhile heads over to sit next to your cock, still standing, waiting for the next storm to hit.
âI assume I am still not gonna get a look aren't i?â You ask, trying to sound cocky however Isa didn't say anything as she was slowly lowering her body, obstructing your view once again. With her thighs around your body and her pussy so close to your face, you let your tongue out giving her lips the first lick, just to test the waters.
âOh fuck, yessâ You hear Isa muffled moans from pleasure, feeling her ass gyrating on your tounge, enjoying every moment as you could feel the friction of her thighs on your face.
âYou should join us Chaeyoung-AH, i can see him waiting just for you~â you could feel yourself getting even harder than before by the way Isa playfully invites her friend, all the while she is overtaken by pleasure. you are excited to see how Chaeyoung goes off with you, however your thoughts are stopped with a loud groan, not expecting your cock to feel the tightness of her pussy wrapped around you.
After the first contact Chaeyoung starts slowly moving up and down, each dip takes your cock deeper inside her, you could feel how each time you were inside her fluids were coating you more and more. âOh my god Isaaaaa-â she stops her sentence, quickly releasing a sultry, husky moan. âHis f-feels so goodâŚâ.
âHis tongue too unnie, he is eating me out so wellâ Isa adds. It's nice to hear the compliment, so much that you get the confidence to start moving at your own pace, pushing your tongue inside. Meanwhile your hands grope Isaâs ass, giving you the grip to start pushing your hips in a matching pace to chaeyoungâs downward movement, Causing the two girls to scream from pleasure, holding each other in order to not collapse on the spot.
You could only Imagine how the girlâs lewd expressions were, just from the ungodly sounds, the scent of lust and cum, and the feeling of their curves on your body you could guess the fun they were having, but it would not be over until you all finally relieved yourself.
âAre you close Jake?â Isa manages to form a question while looking down, you could only respond with a muffled âyesâ and a nod of approval.
âI'm close too guys, i have to cumâ Chaeyoung replies, releasing another moan in between bohnces it seems like you were all in on the same train of thought as you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax, even without Isaâs Ass directly on your face your view was getting hazy from ecstacy.
âShit girls, i am going to-â you couldn't even finish the sentence before finally releasing your cum, thank god you pulled out of Chaeyoung just in time.
Your thick load goes all over their bodies, on Chaeyoung thighs, on Isaâs midriff, some even spills on your own abs, you are also not alone as they both get their own orgasm which goes all around your body, Chaeyoung coating your cock and Isa spilling around your face and abs
It takes a while but eventually you are all drained, both girls fall into each of your side, finally giving you a chance to see the two girls laid on the mattress, their bodies painted with cum from the three of you, their faces happy and satisfied.
For a couple of minutes it's quiet, the only way you communicate is with your eyes, looking at each other not with lust but instead with a warm, peaceful gaze.
Eventually Chaeyoung finally breaks the silence. âFuck, im not a virgin but i gotta say; that is the best sex i had in my lifeâ
âSame for me, i don't know if i want a round 2 or to stopâ Isa joins between heavy pants, her hands wrap around your body as she looks at you with the same warm smile she had back when you first saw her.
âI don't know about you two, but i need a good rest after thisâ you manage to say as you once again lay down on the bed, eyes looking at the ceiling with each hand goes behind the girlsâs back, pulling them closee to you.
âOkay then, we will start cleaning and then join youâ Isa replies, letting you close your eyes and get some rest. However not before you can hear faint sounds of slurping as you open eye and see Chaeyoung's lips wrapped around the tip of your cock, isa behind holding her hair and tying it to makeshift ponytail.
âHmm, it seems you two wanted anotherâ you say, smiling at the two girls.
âHey, you're still hard and we are still horny, you complain?â Isa asks, her eyes locking into yours paired with a flirty grin and a cute wink.
Something tells you that you wont get a good rest from those two girls.
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NSFW Alphabet: Osamu Dazai Edition âĄ
âĄŕźÂˇË mdni. ((dedicating this to my pretty gf @bratbby333 since she's the dazai to my chuuya and some of these situations were in inspired by our unhinged 5 hour long facetimes calls, *cough cough* "blood-chilling" *cough cough* âĄ)) this was honestly so much fun to write. dazai would be SUCH a diva in a relationship but he would also be so loving and protective ugh. lemme know whatcha think, luv u âĄŕźÂˇË
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Dazai's almost always the first one out of bed after the fact. He already has a shower running for when he comes back into the room to hand you a towel and a glass of water. You tell him that your legs are too tired to walk all the way to the bathroom so he scoops you up into his arms. The two of you laugh as he carries you into the steam-filled room. He lets you get under the water first, squirting a generous amount of shampoo into his palm as he instructs you to turn around. "Suppose your hands are too tired to wash your hair, hm?" You bite back a smile, giving him a pitiful nod in response. "My poor girl." He hums. His long fingers massaging into your scalp feel like heaven. He leaves light kisses along your shoulder, running a washcloth over your body while whispering sweet little nothings like "How'd I get so lucky?" into your skin as he cleans you off. It's hard to believe this was the same man who was making you beg on your knees for him just twenty minutes ago.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Aside from his body's infuriating aversion to death, there aren't a whole lot of things that Dazai doesn't like about his appearance. Aesthetically speaking, he finds himself fairly attractive so it's hard to narrow down one thing he likes best. If he had to though, he'd probably go with his hands. He's always gotten compliments on them, but after seeing what strong reactions they're able to coax out of you so easily, he's realized they're one of his most valuable assets. As cliche as it may be, your eyes are his favorite feature. He finds it adorable how they always tell him what he needs to know without you ever having to say a word. They tell him when you want more, when you want less, when you're about to hit your breaking point. They guide him in the right direction every single time. Plus, they're just so fucking pretty to look at.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
The only thing more blissful to Dazai than hearing or seeing your orgasm is tasting it. His head is buried between your legs, his fingers pumping in and out of you deliriously as your thighs start to lock around him. You're spasming for him again, your voice breaking as you call out his name and your hips buck up towards him. "Dazai, I can't -" You whine. "'m so... sensitive -" "C'mon baby, please." he groans, "Just one more fâme." his tongue swirls against you with fervor, his digits still greedily plummeting into you. "Lemme taste it, lemme feel it. Youâre sooo close." His fingers curl at just the right angle, his tongue faithfully lapping against you as you finally fall apart for him. He moans at the sweetness that spills down his chin. "You taste like fucking ecstasy, you know that?"
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It's not necessarily a secret because in his defense, if you were to bring it up or ask him about it, he'd tell you the truth. But Dazai can't help it that you've never inquired about his exes and he's certainly not going to offer up the fact that he knows every single person you've ever been with going all the way back to the boy you kissed on the playground when you were 4 years old. Or that he just so happens to know all of their current addresses and their momsâ maiden names and where they work and their social security numbers. I mean, does it even really matter anyway?? He just got a little curious, thatâs all!!
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Dazai had been with his fair share of partners before meeting you. Sex wasn't something he was ever shy about. He did a lot of experimenting, especially when he was spending the majority of his time drinking. He's always felt comfortable in his body and never saw the big deal about sharing it with someone. It wasn't until the two of you started dating that he realized just how binding sex could be. That it could transcend well beyond the simplicity of skin against skin contact. Being inside of you was the closest thing he'd ever felt to a religious experience. It felt like coming home after a long day. No matter how many hookups he'd had in the past, there was nothing that could've prepared him for how good you'd feel.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes any position that allows him to see your face. His favorite is probably fucking you from the side though, both of you facing each other with his arm hooked under your thigh, letting him go as deep as he pleases. He gets lost in the way your pupils dilate when he plunges into you. The security of your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimper and wriggle against him. There's something so intimate about watching you come undone from this view. Feeling you drench him while he kisses you over and over. "Let it out, baby. I've got you. Doin' so good - fuck, baby you're doin' so good f'me."
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
As passionate as Dazai is when it comes to being inside of you, he's still able to find a level of a humor in just about anything. He's a Gemini, after all. If he's too serious for too long, he'll simply die. You're on top of him with your hands tangled into his for balance as you grind against him. Your hips are rocking back and forth at a pace that's making his breathing uneven. You feel proud, thinking his reaction is a sign of you doing a good job until you watch his head roll to the side, a stupid smile suddenly visible as he tries to bury his face into the pillow. You quickly realize it's not a moan that he's holding back, but a laugh. Your movements come to an abrupt pause. "Dazai." He tries his best to keep it together, but the scolding tone in your voice coupled with the stern look you're shooting him is only making it worse. âWait, listen -" he tries to explain himself, but he's powerless to his own thoughts. A burst of suppressed laughter fills the room as he covers his face with his hands, still feeling the weight of your glare on him. "R - remember -" he struggles âLast week? When you were telling me about that book you were reading and...." he nearly snorts. "And you described it as -" Your lips press into a flat line, your eyes glazing over as you realize what heâs getting at. You knew the second you messed up that phrase, you'd never hear the end of it. "Are you seriously still laughing about the fact that I said 'blood-chilling' instead of 'bone-chilling?'" "BLOOD-CHILLING!" He repeats with the most obnoxious cackle, narrowly dodging the pillow you throw at him.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dazai spends more time grooming himself than you do. Hours in front of the mirror looking at himself from every angle to make sure what he's done is up to his standards. He's subscribed to one of those manscaping services where they mail him out a surprise bundle each month of new products to try. When you go down on him one night, he asks "...Does it smell like teakwood?" Your head pops up immediately, unsure if you even want to know what he's hinting at. "What?" "Nothing... it's nothing."
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
In love, Dazai worships you. He has every inch of your frame memorized and knows exactly what each tiny movement and whimper mean. He's studied your body like it's his lifelong passion and he's learned how to make it respond so well for him. Your hips just barely buck up while he's on top of you and he smirks, his hair lightly brushing against your forehead. "You sure can handle the whole thing? Figured you'd still be sore after last night." You shake your head back at him with the poutiest expression, your core aching for more. "I can take it." you insist, "I can -" He challenges your sureness, giving you another inch only to see your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hand gripping onto the sheet above you. He'd never deny you of anything you wanted, but especially not when you looked this gorgeous. He grabs your hand, tangling his fingers into yours before drawing back and burying himself into you. "That's my girl." he groans, reeling in the way your walls so eagerly swallow him. Your breathing is erratic, your composure completely gone as you writhe and clench around him. He knows you're right there. You start to close your eyes, but he stops you, bringing his free hand under your chin to redirect your attention back to him. "Let me see it, angel. Show me." He slams into you again, giving you every inch of him this time. "Show much you love this." And you do. You show him three times in 20 minutes how much you love it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dazai's the first to admit that he has a high libido and if the mood strikes, he's going to do something about it. He gets bored easily, so he has a variety of different mediums to get the job done - the 'hidden' folder on his phone that's filled with pictures and videos of you, romance mangas, fleshlights, audio porn, hentai. He's not afraid to experiment even when he's alone.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dazai is a true switch and will really fall into either being dominant or submissive depending on the situation. There are nights he gets off work and starts throwing out demands like, "On the bed. Now. Legs apart fâme." as he strips out of his jacket and pushes you down further onto the mattress. But, the are other times where he's dying not to be in control anymore. Where he's had to make too many decisions and he revels in the way you take the reins. The way you climb on top of him and whisper "good boy" as he grows hard beneath you. The only thing he loves more than making you beg is begging for you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Dazai has a bit of a thing for voyeurism and recklessness so when Kunikida hires a driver to pick the two of you up to take you to a dinner for the ADA, Dazai has no hesitation on hiking up your dress in the back of the limo. Peeking up every so often to see if the driver has even noticed the way your tits are pressed up against the window for passing cars to see as your vehicle speeds down the highway. You arch your back perfectly for him, giving him full control as he plunges into you. Your walls are so snug and gushy, he knows he won't last long. But you're enjoying this just as much as he is, playing with your clit as he grabs your hair and pulls you up to kiss him. "You like knowing that people can see me fucking you?" he whispers, biting down on your bottom lip. "Your cuntâs drippinâ alllll over me.â "Fuck - yes.â You moan, feeling your legs beginning to shake as you let out a strained. âIâd let you fuck me anywhere.â His smirk deepens, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Donât make promises you canât keep, angel.â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Dazai's pretty easy to wind up in general, but he definitely has a thing for asphyxiation. Perhaps it stems from the lingering effects of suicidal ideation, but the feeling of something cutting off his airways makes him feral. When you're on top of him and you reach for his throat, he nearly fucking melts. If he could choose any way to die, he'd request for it to be at the mercy of your loving fingertips digging into the side of his neck.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
There aren't many things that Dazai wouldn't do. Not just sexually, but in general. His curiosity almost always gets the better of him no matter the situation. The only time he's ever told you no was when you were being too hard on yourself. He walked in on you picking at your body in the mirror. Pulling your skin in different directions to see what you'd look like if your arms were thinner or what you'd look like if your nose leaned more to this way instead of that way. His heart sank. All of the post-work fantasies he had built up over the day disappeared the minute he saw how frustrated you were. "Hey," he whispered, coming up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. "Please stop being mean to my girlfriend. She doesn't deserve that." You tried to brush it off as a joke, leaning up to kiss him while he held you, but he pulled back. "I'm serious." he ran light fingers over your stomach, his eyes locked with yours in the reflection of the mirror. "We're not doing anything until I hear you say at least five things you like about yourself." He could see past almost any crime or murder, but he drew the line at you degrading yourself.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dazai's all about both, but if he's being completely honest with himself, he loves the feeling of your mouth around his cock. How cute you look when you struggle to take the whole thing. The way your eyes widen when he thrusts into your throat. How thorough you are, turning the act of going down on him into a work of fucking art. Even though youâre the one submitting to him when you get on your knees, he still feels like he's at your grace. You feel so good, he'd do anything to keep your lips wrapped around him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Just like anything else, pacing could go one way or the other. The thing about Dazai, is he wants to do whatever you want to do. Even when he's in more of a dom role, your pleasure is still his main focus. There's no such thing as wrong time or wrong place as far as heâs concerned. If you wanted him to fuck you slow and sensually in the club bathroom, he would. He'd dim the lights, lock the door, lay his jacket down for you to sit on as he propped you up onto the sink and kissed you passionately. If you wanted fast, rough, filthy sex by candlelight on a bed of roses, he would. He'd wrap his hand around your pretty little throat, mocking the way you're struggling to breathe as he bullied himself into you while youâre surrounded by romantic ambiance. Whatever you want, he does too.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If there was a tornado approaching your house at a reasonable speed, Dazai would still find time to have a quickie with you. Especially if he thought it was the last thing he might ever do. He wants to feel you as much as he possibly can. The construct of time really means nothing to him. You have to log onto a work meeting in five minutes? "I can fit under the desk, baby :((( they won't even see me. Just spread your legs and keep a straight face, okay?" Your parents are on their way over? "They drive so slow anyway, angel and the door's locked. Promise we won't get caught." You're waiting for food to be delivered? "Bet I could make you cum twice before the doorbell even rings." Getting to spend five minutes in you is always better than spending five minutes out of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Dazai isn't just willing to take a risk, he's usually the one pushing for it. Any time your phone rings, his hands are suddenly roaming along your body, his fingers dipping into the softness of your underwear as he starts to kiss your neck. He knows you're on the phone with your boss, that makes it even better. He wants to see how long you can keep your composure while he torments you. Your eyes are like daggers when you look back at him, but your cunt betrays you entirely, grinding against him needily while he smirks. He picks up the pace, reeling in the subtle way your thighs shake. You're trying so hard to sound so professional and coherent, but your thoughts are everywhere. You're having to hit the 'mute' button every few seconds just to let out a whimper. Dazai nips at the nape of your neck, slamming into you with an extra finger this time causing you to nearly drop your phone. "Ahh ~!" But there's no time to hit mute with how he's suddenly plunging into you. Your boss asks if you're okay and you have no choice but to hang up. "Dazai -" you try to keep your voice firm, but you can barely see straight the deeper he sinks into you. "What - the... fuck -" Each word is a moan, your hand grabbing desperately onto the collar of his shirt. "Dazai," "Somethin' wrong, baby?" "Dazai, you can't -" But he already is. He already is so bad. "Dazai, please." You're not even sure what you're pleading for anymore - if it's for him to stop or continue. Your walls are squeezing him so tight, your heart slamming into your chest as more uncontrollable whines fill the room. "Dazaaiii ~" you whimper again, soaking his hand as his thumb brushes across your clit. "Ohmygod, fuck. You can't keep doing that." "No promises." He smirks, carefully pulling out of you before bringing his fingers to his mouth. "It's not my fault you taste so good."
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It all depends on the mood, Dazai's pretty versatile. Could he fuck you for hours? Yes. Has he? Many times. It's no secret that he loves watching you struggle to walk the next day after having your legs pinned against his shoulder. But he knows he can't do that every time. He generally tries to follow your lead and give your body what it wants - whether that's 20 minutes of gentle, deep, intimacy or an hour of a mating press followed by overstimulation. As long as you're getting off, so is he.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
His nightstand is filled with an assortment of silicone stimulants for the two of you. Cockrings and vibrators and bondage kits. Out of all of the subscription services he has, getting a bundle of mystery toys delivered to his house each month is by far his favorite. He always waits 'til you come over to open it. Pouring you both a glass of wine as you divvy them out and argue about decide on who gets to use what on who.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Osamu Dazai lives to tease you. As far as he's concerned, the only reason the sun rises each morning is so that he can find new and exciting ways to make you grovel for him. He'll tie your hands together above your head, slowly unzipping his pants in front of you. Forcing you to watch as he strokes himself above you, groaning out lewd little nothings like, "Oh fuck, 'feels soo good." while he smirks at your pouty little face and the way you begin to squirm underneath him impatiently. âSee how hard I am? God, just imagine what it'd feel like inside you." His hand pumping uppp and doownnnn tortuously out of reach. "Tell me baby, would you want me to go hard and fast or reeaall slow and deep?" He fucking moans while you writhe helplessly against the mattress, your neglected cunt throbbing. "Dazai, please." "Poor thing." He mocks, still jerking himself to the sight of you looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You can do better than that though, canât you angel? C'mon, make me believe you.â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
There's no denying that Dazai's loud. You make him feel so fucking good and he wants you to know. He'll have a fistful of your hair, groaning out your name while your tongue swirls around his tip. "Fuuuck.â He whimpers. "Oh - my⌠god." Tiny hearts cloud his vision as he watches your throat fill with his length, the heavenly sounds of you gagging on him echoing across the room. Your eyes gloss over, spit pooling down your chin when you look back up at him, your tongue still pressed firmly against his base. "S'fucking gorgeous when you suck my cock." His praise only make you go faster, drawing out the prettiest whines from him. "Nnngh ~ don't stop, baby.â His grip tightens in your hair. "Don't. Fucking. Stop." His hips buck up with each syllable, his rhythm unrelenting as lecherous tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You keep going though, drowning in the noises he's making for you. "Right there, right there. 'm gonna - oh fuck. 'm -" You feel him twitch inside your mouth before a flood of warmth suddenly coats your throat. "Swallow f'me, angel." his voice is so heady and delirious, it comes out as more of a beg than a command, "Fuck... Yeah. Just like that, mmm, god, just like that." You take it all in, not letting one drop go to waste. "You're sucha good girl, you know that? Sucha good fucking girl."
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Dazai gives the illusion that he's not jealous. That it doesn't bother him in the slightest when you go out with your friends or when you stay at the gym longer than you said you would. He does trust you - completely, actually. He knows you'd never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with him. Itâs the outside world he doesn't trust. When you're driving home from work, he's watching you through the location sharing on your phone. He stares at the screen intently until he hears you pull into the driveway. When youâre at the bar, he knows the importance of girlsâ time and heâd never spoil that. He simply wants to make sure no one is bothering you. He shows up, stealthily lingering in the background, watching his pretty girl laugh with her friends and dance with a drink in her hand the way she should. He loves seeing you have fun, he doesnât want to take that away from you. He just follows behind your Uber to make sure the driver gets you to where you're going safely. He's seen too many tragedies between working for the PM and ADA, he can't take the risk of letting anything happen to you. So, he doesn't. There's absolutely nothing off limits to you. The entire world is yours. You just... might see a man in a suspicious looking jacket that bears an eerie resemblance to your boyfriend trailing behind you from time to time while you're out. It's only because he loves you.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Standing at a solid 5'11, Dazai's decently tall and slender - surprisingly muscular underneath all of those bandages. His waistline is so pretty and his hands? God, those long beautiful digits have brought you to your breaking point more than a few times. Besides excelling in dexterity, he's also packing. A perfect blend of length and girth that curves ever-so-slightly as if it was made for the sole purpose of hitting your g-spot.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dazai would bend you over in in front of the Pope if you'd let him. He's unapologetically ready to go at any time. He can't help that you're just so gorgeous and that his eyes are always glued to the way your hips sway when you walk in front of him. He yearns for you constantly, even when you're not around. If he could have a 10-hour loop of you moaning his name that's what he'd use as white noise to fall asleep to each night. He can't help that his dick twitches at the thought of you. It's not his fault you're so pretty :((((
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Rest has never come easy for Dazai. He's tried every natural (and narcotic) sleep aide he could get his hands on. Put down multiple bottles of Pinot Grigio and still found himself up for days on end. Up until he met you, he didn't think it was possible for him to sleep for more than two hours at a time, but the first time you invited him over to your apartment changed everything. The two of you had been talking for hours - laughing and debating and sharing secrets over a bottle of cherry whiskey. He could've stayed up long past sunrise with you but when he noticed how tired your eyes were getting, he offered to take you to bed instead. Both of you stripped down into lazy pajamas. You, in an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. Dazai, in his boxers. You looked so peaceful when your head hit the pillow, he was sure that you'd be out soon, but to his surprise, your body had other plans. Your lips were soft against his, your hands gently roamed along his body as you pulled him on top of you. You smiled at the way his hair tickled your forehead. The sun was just barely creeping through your curtains, grazing your face as he slid into you, highlighting the pleasure that had taken over your features. It was all so hazy and comfortable. Your room filled with heady mid-morning noises while his body thrusted generously into yours. There was something so intimate about it that it nearly brought you to tears. You felt full in every sense of the word. When you were both good and spent, the two of you laid in the middle of your bed with your head nestled into his chest. He played with your hair, watching you fall asleep in his arms. He'd never felt more human than he did in that moment. His eyes closed, his mind turning off for what felt like the first time in years as he drifted off with you.
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TOO LOST IN YOU
Paige Bueckers x reader (no use of y/n)
reader is a bartender at tedâs! and had a falling out with paige after fucking on and off for months. now paige is back at tedâs, needing her again.
part 2
Warnings: SMUT! also toxic!paige and language etc. you know the drill
A/N: wrote this because i'm stubborn and competitive and that one anon (who since apologised ily lol) thought english wasn't my first language lmao. also, this COULD become a multiple part series if people want but idk, idek if i'll ever write anything else lol. but we'll see! please let me know, would love to hear you guys' thoughts :) ily. ALSO the title comes from the song Too Lost In You by Sugababes (which will be the inspo for the series if this actually becomes one). SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OMG
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âYo Iâm about to get fucked up tonightâ A strong voice comes through from the bar entrance.
I would recognize that voice anywhere. Before I even lift my gaze Iâm brought back to the memories of her talking into my ear mid shift, hands on my waist, soft whispers in my ear telling me how good I looked. Or the flashing images of her in my bed on top of me, sweat dripping down her back, talking me through it inbetween groans. The images I replayed over and over in my head, a lot more than Iâd like to admit - more than was okay for someone who had called the whole thing off between us anyway.Â
In a panic I quickly bent down to hide behind the bar, pretending that scrubbing the sticky liquor stains off the floor was of the utmost importance. All just to get away from having to serve her.
âHey, can you get this one, Iâm dying for a breakâ Natalie, my co-worker, says - clueless to the hiding or the cause of it. For a moment I consider faking a heart attack, throwing a glass at her, or simply screaming ânoâ. But her round eyes (and the fact I needed to keep this job to pay the bills) softened me. With a deep breath I nod and stand up behind the bar, as Natalie walks off. Leaving me face to face with her.
Sheâs standing in front of me - Paige. It had been weeks since I had seen her last, doing everything in my power to avoid her. My eyes canât help it though when they travel from her long fingers to her veiny hands to her broad shoulders that I swear had filled out even more in the weeks I hadnât seen her. My gaze roams over her neck and my knees almost buckle at the memory of burying my head there, leaving open mouthed kisses on her pale skin. The way it bruised and reddened. The navy blue Uconn trackies made her skin even brighter, and I swear she glowed a little. Finally, my eyes land on her bright blue eyes that are already staring at me, heavy lidded, needy even. The way they always looked when she made her way to my dorm in the middle of the night, needing me.
Her eyes widen. âOh⌠didnât know you were working todayâ Paige says. Itâs a lie. Itâs clear in the strain of her voice, the way her fingers twitch. Last time we talked I told her I never wanted to see her again. But right now as she towered over me forcing me to tilt my head up to meet her gaze, I nearly forgot why.
âWhatchu want?â I ask, ignoring her statement already instinctively reaching for the grenadine. I knew her too well to pretend anything else. My stomach twisted uncomfortably thinking about how we had left things between us.
Paige pretends to think. âUhh⌠a dirty shirley.â Her words are slightly slurred. Sheâd already been drinking. I move my eyes away from hers, unable to take the severity of her stare. The tension is broken, however, by a very drunk KK crashing into Paige and leaning over the bar. âalso shotsâ KK adds and nudges Paige who smiles weakly, her eyes never leaving mine. With the way she looked I mightâve thought she had missed me - but I knew better. Paige Bueckers did not yearn for any girl. Certainly not me.
I smile widely at KK. âYou wanna be more specific?â I ask, making the shirley with a rehearsed ease. I had made quite a few since Paige had taken a liking to me earlier in the year, coming over to Tedâs almost every night, sitting in the corner with her teammates watching me, tipping me way too much with that smug grin of hers. It wouldâve pissed me off if she wasnât so insanely, out of this world hot.
âAnything strongâ KK snorts and I let out a chuckle, reaching for the vodka. âYou got it.â
I set the drinks on the counter but Paige is quick to grab hers, her fingertips pressing into mine for just a moment. I nearly whimper at the contact, seeing how Paigeâs jaw flexes and cheeks blush. She felt it as much as I did, the tension from the last time we slept together.
âThanksâŚâ Paige murmurs uncharacteristically quiet. KK rolling her eyes and scoffing, grabs the shots for her and the team. âBroâ KK shakes her head at the interaction, leaving the blonde alone with me to pay. I try to ignore the burn between my legs, watching her long fingers shuffling through cash in her wallet. It would take a gun for me to admit I had been thinking about those fingers during lonely nights and fuck, even nights spent with other people. No matter what no one ever measured up to how those fingers knew exactly what to do, which buttons to push.
âKeep the rest, maâ Paige says, snapping me out of my daydream. My mind is too hazy to take in the nickname. I canât get a single word out before sheâs already turning away, dirty shirley in hand and a stupid grin on her face. She had got to me and she was enjoying every moment.
â
Paige dangled over the bar, her eyes wide and searching, finally setting on me walking out from the back. Sheâs pushing her blonde hair off her face with a sloppy, uncoordinated movement, clearly feeling the alcohol. I stop her before she can speak though.
âIf you want another one you gotta ask Natalie, Iâm off my shift,â I tell Paige, refusing to give her my attention the way I knew she wanted.
âI know, youâre off this time every week,â Paige chuckles and leans forward with her elbows on the bar. She was in a Uconn tee now, her biceps flexing. It takes all my willpower not to stare. âWe should talk.â
âWe really shouldnât,â I say sternly, taking off the name tag I had been wearing. âPretty sure I said I never wanted to talk to you again.â
âSure and you also called me a bitch but never stopped us from fucking before either,â Paige says, a slight annoyance in her voice, preferring to have her way. Sheâs licking on her grenadine stained lips, chasing my gaze. I finally meet hers, ignoring the aching I felt looking at her eyes on me. I knew how this ended up unless I left. Now.
âI have class tomorrow,â i sigh, walking around the bar towards the exit and throwing on my jacket. Before I know it Paigeâs hand grips my arm holding me still. I can smell her around me. Grenadine and alcohol sure, but also the scent of her. The scent I looked for everywhere. Her eyes were pleading, like I was water and she was on fire. I almost forgot why I hated her, just for a second.Â
âLemme drive you ma,â Paige pleads.Â
âYou canât drive, you're drunkâ I scoff, brushing her hand off of me. A feeble attempt as Paigeâs free arm quickly snakes around my waist and pulls me in, her scent so strong now itâs making me dizzy.
âBut I need to talk to you, been driving me crazy,â She murmurs with a slight whine in her voice. For a moment I waver, her hand firmly on the small of my back, all her height towering over me. It made my head spin.
Paige takes it as a sign and leans closer, pulling me in tighter but I place my hand on her chest holding her back, suddenly aware of how empty the bar was and how the most famous person on campus probably shouldnât be doing this in public. I notice the way her chest is heaving, mine doing the same. The fabric of the shirt underneath my fingertips felt all sorts of wrong, I needed it off of her immediately. No, I had to be stronger than this.Â
But I wasnât.
âDo you need a ride back to campus?â I ask her and swallow. The way her tongue slides over her lower lip as she watches me forces a deep blush to set on my face.Â
âYeah, bad,â Paige murmurs and I push her hands off me, wordlessly heading to the door with Paige following close behind. She hurries past me to open the car door for me. I would think it was sweet if I didnât know that it was just one of her plays. One of the ways she made girls like me think she actually cared. She didnât. She just wanted to fuck.
The air is tense as I start the car, praying Paige doesnât notice the slight tremble of my hand. Iâm not sure if itâs anger or how weak her touch had made me feel. Either way I had to get rid of her fast. Paige slouches on the passenger seat, watching me with hooded eyes, leaning her head back against the seat. Her legs were spread wide apart, sweatpants pulled low enough for her the logo Nike Pros to peek out. For a second all I want to do is pull up somewhere desolate and climb on top of her - from the smirk on Paigeâs face I can tell sheâs having the exact same thoughts.
The quiet hum of the car motor soothes my nerves until her voice cuts through the air.
âBeen missing you yâknow-â Paige starts but I interrupt, knowing she had the tendency to talk herself right into my bed.
âTold you I never wanted to talk to you again, remember?â I say with a slight shake in my voice.
âBaby câmon, you werenât serious about that,â She groans, her voice filled with amusement.
âWhat, the screaming didnât seem serious to you?â I sigh, my eyes strictly on the road. Paige letâs out a chuckle and leans forward on her seat.
âIon remember non of that, just remember how bad I wanted to fuck that attitude out of you,â she chuckles and the car slides into the passing lane momentarily as i slap her only half seriously across the chest. I pull over on the road, parking the car. The amusement in her tone pissed me off bad. I had enough.
âGet outâ I tell Paige sternly, rage and annoyance swirling inside me. She had no right to be making light of the situation. Not after what she did, how bad it had hurt me.
Paige lets out a laugh. âMan youâre crazyâ she tells me turning to face me. I face her too, the anger turning my cheeks even brighter.Â
âIâm fucking serious. Get out,â I repeat my voice rising a little but it doesnât have the desired effect. Paige just chuckles and shakes her head. I wanted to strangle her, she drove me crazy.
âKK always telling me I pick the crazy ones, Iâm thinking sheâs right,â Paige groans, not taking any initiative to get out of my car. I unbuckle my seatbelt and groan. I lean over Paige manspreading on the passenger seat, reaching for her door as she grabs my wrist, my face so close to hers I could smell the alcohol on her breath. The air in the car shifts, my annoyance turning into something that made my legs feel weak, as she licks her lips, her eyes on me. âM sorry ok,â Paige says, her voice low and hoarse now. Her eyes plead again.
And I fold, again.
âI donât wanna hear a word from you, mmkay?â I say clearing my throat and pulling back from her before I made some really, really bad choices.
âYes maâam,â Paige grins, satisfied by the effect she had on me.
I start the car and in silence we drive back to Storrs, the streets quiet on the dark tuesday night. Paige fiddles with the zipper of her hoodie, her nimble fingers needing something to do - always looking for something to toy with.Â
I tried to shake the feeling of each cell in my body screaming for her, needing to feel her skin against mine. I knew we werenât good for each other. She wasnât good for me. Part of me wished she came to tell me sheâs done fucking around. That Iâm all she wants, better than all the countless other girls that spent nights in her bed. That I was different, special. Worth letting everyone else go for. Frankly, even if she told me all those things, each word I wanted to hear, I wouldnât believe her.Â
When you were with Paige, it never felt like you were one of many though. She knew how to make you feel like you were the only one. It was in the way her blue eyes roamed my face, in the whine of her voice - like she would die if she didnât have me. Sheâd remember your favourite movie and your motherâs name and the way you liked your coffee. All just to go see some other bitch later and repeat the same routine with her. Even with the girls she fucked, she had to be the best. Not because they meant anything, but because thatâs who she had to be - the best. A winner.
Paige stretches her arms behind her head, the grey Uconn tee hiking up just enough for the skin on her lower abdomen to peek out as I park the car. Jesus. I quickly look away.
Thereâs a moment of silence, Paige staring at me intently.
âLook, I-â she starts but I quickly climb out of the car, not wanting to hear it. Sheâs quick to follow me though, her long limbs catching up to me faster than I liked.
âMa, câmon-â
âDonât call me that,â I say, doing my best to sound stern as I head towards my dorm in a hurry, Paige right next to me. The campus was empty, most students already in their dorms, spending the night in.
âBro you gotta listen to me-â
âNo I donât, you got your ride home now fuck off!â I yelp, entering the building as Paige holds the door open for me, still persistent on following me. âYou said youâd keep your mouth shut so⌠keep it shut Paige.â
âWell⌠I liedâ She murmurs rubbing the back of her neck, still on my tail all the way to my door. For a moment she watches me struggle with the lock, my hands shaky from the mix of anger and how bad the need between my legs had grown just from being near her. Paige reaches over, unlocking the door for me, her hands brushing against mine. I close my eyes and sigh - I really had to get it together.
âWell yeah you do that huh,â I say bitterly entering my dorm. Paige leans against the doorframe, not letting me lock her out.
Paige chuckles and shakes her head. âBro youâre being so dramatic, we both knew what this was when we got into it. Itâs not like you didnât fuck around too!â Paige raises her voice, slightly amused, slightly bitter.
The truth was, I hadnât slept around. Since Paige first fucked me, she took over me, consumed me. I would never admit this to her but I couldnât even think about anyone else.Â
âGod, you can be such a bitch I swear to-â I groan loudly, rolling my eyes but Paige interrupts me, stepping into my room.
âMe?! Youâre the most psycho bitch I ever met-âÂ
âPsycho bitch?!â Iâm screaming now, my body hot with rage. âIt was you who told me you werenât fucking anyone else with some other bitchâs bra under your bed! Not me!â
Paige groans and shuts the door behind her, throwing her head back in frustration. âItâs just something people say! You were in those purple panties too ma, Iâm not responsible for the shit I say when you wear those,â Paige argues. I chuckle, turning to face her. She was staring at me, heavy lidded and jaw sharper than usual from grinding her teeth together. Paige was getting pissed off, wondering if any pussy was worth this much trouble.
âYouâre a fucking sociopath P!â I yell at her as she takes a step towards me, her eyes darkening. The blue in her eyes nearly gone from the way her pupils were blown out.
Paige grins smugly at me, licking her lower lip, looking me up and down. âYeah? What else?â she says smugly, her big hands coming to hold me by my waist. The moment my eyes meet hers I knew it was over for me. Suddenly my legs felt weak, and my head spun.
âAn asshole too,â I answer, my voice breathy and more quiet. My body was immediately responding to her touch, Paigeâs fingertips sliding underneath the hem of my shirt sending goosebumps everywhere.
âYeah?â Paige grins, with a smug tone. I nearly fall over.
âYeah,â I repeat, my chest heaving.Â
âThatâs too bad maâŚâ Paige murmurs, her eyes roaming from my eyes to my lips, down my body.Â
I furrow my brows, fighting to not let out a whimper as her fingertips rubbed up and down against my sides, carefully over each rib. Up and down.
âItâs too bad 'cause Iâve been dying to fuck you,â She says with a low voice, eyes returning to meet mine. âShit baby, watching you tonight, the way your ass looks in those jeans? Fuckin' killing me,â she adds shaking her head. Paigeâs hand drifts down from my waist to my hips, all the way to my ass. Gripping it hard as she groans.
I canât fight the whimper that spills from my lips, the way my eyes flutter shut just for a moment. Paige grins, watching my reaction. She pulls me closer by my ass, my body pressing against hers as she towers over me. Paige leans down, nuzzling her nose against my ear. And I donât stop her. I bite my lip, feeling the way my panties were growing damp already. Only Paige could have this kind of effect on me - one touch and a few words and that grin and I was hers. She knew it as well as I did and I hated her for it.
I was too weak to hate her right now though. Too far gone.
âBut since you hate me so badâŚâ Paige whispers into my ear, her lips brushing against it as she leaves a few wet kisses right under it. âI should probably leave.â
In a haze I reach up to wrap my hands around her, my hand pressing against the back of her neck to keep her there. To make sure she didnât go.
âNoâŚâ I nearly whine. Paige chuckles against my neck, kissing it slow and soft. Her hand kneads my ass again, like she had been dying to feel it.
âNo? You want me to stay?â She says, teasing.
âWant you to stay,â I murmur, tilting my head to the side, my eyes shut now.
âWant me to get you right ma?â Paige asks hoarsely. My body feels like putty as she holds me against her, like she could do whatever and I could do nothing but watch. I didnât feel in control. I never did with her.
âY-yes,â I finally admit with a sigh.
Paige pulls away from my neck, her lips ghosting mine. Her breathing was heavy. She needed this just as bad as I did.
âAttagirl,â she murmurs and finally presses her lips against mine. I moan against her, Paigeâs lips slide against mine hungrily - like all these weeks apart she had been underwater and I was air. She could finally breathe.
With a swift movement, Paige pulls my shirt off, leaving me in a bra and jeans as her lips return to mine with a groan. Paigeâs tongue slides against my lower lip, begging for access. I open my mouth, my tongue meeting hers, my hands pulling on her t-shirt, feeling the muscles on her abdomen, earning a small whine from her.
âFuck,â she whimpers and walks me back without breaking the kiss. The backs of my legs hit the edge of my bed, forcing me to fall over. Paige watches me hungrily, her mouth ajar just slightly as her eyes roamed my body. âSo fucking sexy,â she groans, pulling her shirt off over her head before climbing on top of me in her sports bra.
Paige starts kissing my neck roughly, sucking and nibbling enough to leave bruises to remind me of her later. Her leg finds its way between my legs, quickly pressing against my core as her free hand roams my side, fingers sliding underneath my bra and kneading my breast.
âFuck, PâŚâ I whimper arching my back off the bed. The friction provided by her leg was the opposite of relieving, making me more aware of all the layers of fabric between our bodies. âNeed these off,â I murmur breathlessly, my hands pulling the blue sweatpants down desperately as Paigeâs open mouth moves from my neck to my jaw.
âWhatever you want baby,â she whispers, kicking off her pants. She was now on top of me in a sports bra and Nike pros, a silver chain dangling against my chest. Paige leans back a little, eyes roaming my body, shaking her head like she couldnât believe I was real. Her blonde hair was down and tousled from the way I had been gripping it. She grabs a hair tie from her wrist, tying it back messily, licking her lips.
âBaby, I need to taste you or I might die.â
With that Paige brings her lips back to my neck, making her way down with a trail of wet, sloppy kisses between my breasts, down my stomach, my hip bones, her hands unbuttoning my jeans, shaky with need. Â
I watch as she gets on her knees on the floor between my legs, her blue eyes my face as she pulls down my jeans painfully slowly. I buck my hips, needing her mouth on me so bad I felt lightheaded. Paigeâs hands pin my hips down with a grin, eyes moving to my panties and the visible spot that had grown wetter under her gaze.
âFuuuckk ma,â she groans, finally bringing her lips to my core, kissing over my panties.
I whine and grip the sheets beside me, trying to buck my hips closer but Paige shakes her head, still holding my hips still firmly against the mattress. âThought you hated me,â she murmurs against my core. I wanted to cry, needing her lips on my bare skin. The feel of her mouth through my panties wasnât enough.
âI do,â I whine, squirming in frustration, throbbing with need. I wanted to hate her, I really did. But when she was between my legs, pinning me down, a chain on her neck and that smirk on her face, I simply couldnât.Â
Paige brings her hand to my hip, finally pulling my panties down to my ankles, her eyes never leaving my core. With a bite of her lip, she brings her finger to my cunt, already soaked, all for her. Her fingertip presses against my clit menacingly, enough to make me gasp.
âIf you hate me so much then why are you this wet huh?â Paige teases with a gravelly voice, starting to circle my clit slowly, drawing out whimpers from my lips. My legs immediately trembled, and I watched her with heavy eyes and furrowed brows, nearly unable to think yet alone speak.
âYouâve been such a bitch all night shoulda known you just needed to be fucked,â she chuckles, pressing her fingers harder against my clit, making me let out a moan. It had been weeks since we last did this yet the way she touched me seemed practiced and effortless, like she had been doing it every single day of her life.
âFuck you,â I moan arching my back as Paige bit on my inner thigh, the veins in her forearm turning visible from the strain of rubbing my clit.Â
âNah ma,â she breathes out, shaking her head. âIâmma fuck you. Just need to taste this pussy first,â Paige groans and leans over, both her hands gripping my inner thighs harshly, forcing them apart as she dives in face first, her lips quickly attaching to my clit.
âShit. Paige, I-â I moan, unable to come up with any comprehensible thought, Paigeâs tongue lapping me up like she really would die if she didnât taste me. Paigeâs eyes are fluttering shut and sheâs moaning against my cunt, unable to get enough.
âFucking missed this pussy so bad,â she murmurs against me, wrapping her lips around my clit and sucking. âTaste so fucking good, never gonna get enough of you,â she rambles on, making a quick mess of me. It doesnât take long for the coil in my stomach to tighten, my hand gripping onto Paigeâs blond hair, falling out of the bun now.Â
âPaige-â I whine, throwing my head back, feeling her tongue swirling in my folds. The sheets underneath me were growing damp, wetness dripping out of me from how good she was eating me out.
Paige pulls away spreading my folds apart with her fingers. âShit ma she loves me huh,â she groans at the sight of me dripping all over the bed. Her words make my eyes roll back. Without warning she pushes two fingers inside me, all the way, as deep as she could.Â
âOH fuck Pâ I gasp loud, bringing my eyes to her face, glistening with the mess I had made on her. She groans, my cunt tight and wet around her fingers as she curls them against me, her bicep flexing as she does. I moan loudly, throwing my head back, my legs shaking bad. Paigeâs thumb rubs against my clit harshly as she pumps her fingers into me, other hand holding my squirming body still.
âP⌠mmph, please,â I cry out, not even sure what I'm pleading for.Â
âShh,â Paige coos, her hand reaching up to cover my mouth and shut me up. âListen ma,â she says and groans. The room is filled with the sound of my wet cunt, as her fingers slam into me faster, curling harder. My cheeks burn up, almost embarrassed at the state that she had me in.
Paige grins watching my face. âDonât sound like you hate me, huh,â she murmurs, a bead of sweat dripping down her face. âNo one else gets you this wet right? No one fucks you like this,â she groans, hand moving from my mouth to gripping my jaw, making me watch her finger me.
âMmmh,â i whimper and grip the sheets harder, overwhelmed with the fullness her fingers were causing. I wanted to look away, unable to take the way her arm looked, muscles flexing, veins prominent, as she worked me. It was all overwhelming me as the pleasure built enough to make me shut my eyes.
âAnswer me,â Paige commands, her voice stern and her hand moving faster.Â
âShit⌠No one.. No one fucks me like this,â I cry out, unaware of what was coming out of my mouth. Too fucked out to care.
Paige moans. âShit, thatâs right. No one baby, only me,â she murmurs, her mouth returning to my clit, tongue working against it as her fingers fill me up, overwhelming me and getting me to my peak.
âP- Iâm close,â I cry out, my legs nearly shutting but Paige grips my thigh with her free hand, spreading me open for her.
âThatâs it ma, sâ good for me,â Paige coos working harder, her fingers curling inside me, tongue flicking against my clit. âCome for me baby,â she praises, groaning against me.
âOh-â I whine and my head lulls back as my core tightens around her, my legs trembling, Paige fucking an orgasm me to my orgasm. Who cared she slept around, who cared I was supposed to hate her. In this moment, it was just me and her. And no one made me feel like she did, no one took care of me like this.
âPerfect fucking pussy, all for me,â Paige groans against my cunt, working me as I released all over her, the pleasure washing over me in waves. My moans turn to whimpers as I slowly come down, her movements slowing too.
I let out a breath, feeling the aching emptiness inside me as Paige pulled her hand away. She watches my pulsing cunt, mesmerised and hungry. The thing about Paige, one was never enough for her. Her lips kissed around my clit before pulling away, licking her lips from my mess.Â
âMissed how you taste baby,â she murmurs while I lay back, trying to catch my breath. Paige brought her fingers against my lips, sliding them into my mouth. I wrap them around her fingers, tongue swirling against her, tasting myself. Paige hisses, watching me sucking on her fingers. With a groan she climbs back up, kissing me hungrily. The taste of me, and her saliva all mixing together.Â
Her lips move against mine, the kiss filled with something more tender than pure lust. My arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in as we move up towards the headboard of the bed. Paige breathes heavily through her nose, kissing me with all the need she had, her hand holding my face by my jaw. I move my hand from her shoulder, down her arm, squeezing her bicep, all the way to the band of her Nike Pros, tucking on them.
âNeed to feel you P,â I admit in a moment of weakness, my heart fluttering with how good it felt to be underneath her again. I needed all of her.
Paige pulls back a little, breathing heavy and I swear her eyes are filled with tenderness for just a second as they meet mine. Her fingertips trace my jaw and lower lip before letting go and pulling down the fabric I was tugging on, lips parted from need. My eyes roam her sports bra covered chest, down the muscles of her abdomen finally to her core. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly going dry.
I reach up and flip us over, with some help from Paige who was much stronger. She grins, watching me on top of her, straddling her thigh as I lean down and kiss her hard. Paige is quick to place her hand on my ass, gripping it harshly and hissing at how good it felt to touch me. My hand trails down her abdomen, fingertips itching to feel her cunt but she grabs my wrist, shaking her head.
âRide me ma,â she says, half commanding, half pleading. I open my eyes meeting her eyes and I realise, she is fully pleading.Â
âNeed to feel that pussy on mine.â Shit.
Too weak to fight or to make her beg, I maneuver myself between her legs, angling her body just right, Paigeâs other leg up in the air in my grip. Paige watches me, leaning back against the bedframe, eyes half shut and mouth agape, looking so good I couldâve burst.
Finally, I lower myself against her, feeling the slick of her cunt press against mine.Â
âOhhh shiiit,â Paige groans, watching our cores grinding against each other. I whimper, pressing on her lower abdomen to find just the right angle.Â
âOh,â I whine, feeling her pressing against my clit just right, my body immediately trembling, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.
Paigeâs head lulls back at the same time, as she lets out a guttural groan, gripping my ass and forcing me to start moving my hips.
I do so, slowly, drawing it out for her - just the way Paige loved and simultaneously hated. Her breathing was getting heavier as she watched me. âJust like that,â she whimpers, trying to keep herself together. It never lasted for long.
I moan, grinding my cunt into hers, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure. Her hands snake around me, unclasping my bra with ease, letting my tits fall out as she groans.Â
âLook so fucking good for me,â she murmurs, a slight whine in her voice as she leans forward, her mouth attaching itself to my nipple, tongue circling it as i ride her faster, mind spinning once more. âSuch a bitch huh who knew youâd be so good for me,â Paige whines and I grip her shoulders, steadying myself, letting my nails dig into her skin as she hisses.
âYouâre the bitch,â I whimper breathlessly, letting out a gasp when she bites my nipple. Paigeâs hand are digging into the skin of my ass, forcing me to move faster, her hips bucking into me. She chuckles, breathing heavily, head falling back against the bed frame. âShut the fuck up and ride me ma,â she hisses, gripping my jaw and forcing my gaze to lock on her face.
I hiss, furrowing my brows as i look down at her, moving my hips desperately, our cunts grinding together harshly, igniting that familiar burn inside me.
âPisses me off, pretending you don't want me. Pretending you donât want me to fuck you, itâs bullshit,â Paige groans, fighting back her own orgasm now. Her voice shook and the muscles in her abdomen were contracting as she looked up at me. âLook at you now riding my shit, being a slut for me,â she rambles on. âYouâre my slut ma,â Paige moans bucking her hips into mine, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure.
My nails dig into her skin harder, my whole body trembling. I was close, and her words only made me ride harder, grind against her faster, the slickness of her cunt making me wetter. Paigeâs hand squeezed my jaw, forcing my eyes open.
âTell me.. Shit- tell me youâre my slut,â Paige whines. Sheâs desperate for it, barely aware of the words coming out of her mouth. I can tell she's close
âMmph, P-â I moan, my cunt throbbing.
âAw shit- I- Tell me,â
âFuck I am, Iâm your slut P, please,â I mewl, my eyes growing wet as they shut.
âThatâs right ma, fuck- ride me so good youâre gonna make me come,â Paige murmurs out inbetween moans, hands gripping my jaw and ass so tight Iâm nearly bruising underneath her grip.
My whole body shook and I cried out, barely able to keep grinding my cunt into hers, her clit pressing against mine. But when I heard the moan that slipped from her lips, and felt her mouth attach to my neck, I knew Iâd do anything to get her to fall apart beneath me.
âP- Iâm-â I cry out but she interrupts me.
âMe too baby, shit- ride me so- aw fuck- fucking good,â Paige rambles on, barely able to form sentences as she moves underneath me, the friction growing unbearable between us as she lets out a guttural moan, her body coiling underneath me.Â
âFuck-â Paige finally moans.
Thatâs enough to get me there too, coming against her cunt, fingernails leaving marks on her shoulders as I kept grinding my hips, movements turning sloppy as i whimpered on top of her, riding down waves of pleasure.
My body trembles, eyes still closed when I feel Paigeâs hands wrapping around my body and pulling me down. My naked body presses against her skin as she soothingly rubs my back, nuzzling her nose into my hair.
I sigh, listening to her trying to catch her breath. After a while, she breaks the silence.
âMeant it when I said I missed you,â she murmurs into my ear, still out of breath. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, brushing her hair gently. It was moments like these that got me confused. You didnât do this just for someone you fucked. Except Paige did.
âDonât like fightin' you,â she whispers, pressing a kiss on my temple. I feel my heart fluttering in a way I didnât want it to. But Iâm too tired to fight it. I press a kiss on her jaw, gently and pull my head back to meet her gaze. She looks completely fucked out, mascara smudged under tired eyes. Her hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair off my face before she leans over and kisses my forehead, as tenderly as humanly possible. Maybe this was her trying to show me I was in fact different, that she was done with the other girls. She just wanted me.Â
âDonât like fighting you either,â I whisper, resting my chin on her chest. Paigeâs eyes are filled with relief, as she smiles weakly.Â
âIâmma get us some water, okay ma?â Paige hums and I nod, letting her crawl out of bed from underneath me. I watch the blonde pull her clothes back on and turn to me, smiling affectionately. She leans down and presses another kiss on my temple, smoothing over the blanket to make sure I was comfortable. âJust a sec,â she whispers before walking into the kitchen. Surely you donât do that just for a girl you fuck. Thereâs no way you look at someone like that and proceed to sleep around with other people. My heart flutters as I let my mind wander, finding myself fantasising of getting to call Paige mine. All mine.
Just then I heard Paigeâs phone buzzing on the bedside table. Without my better judgement, I reach over, seeing countless missed calls and messages from a girl, asking where she was and when sheâd be over. My heart sinks, the reality quickly bringing me back down from my daydreams. Paige wasnât here because I was special. No. She was here because I was whipped, and she knew it. And I had given her every single thing she wanted.Â
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franco colapinto where heâs talking about something and hasnât stopped since buuuuut reader doesnât seem to mind at all and only shifts her focus when something interrupts, like a phone call? love u and ur writing đ¤
Company â Franco Colapinto.
Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend is a talker, and you were a listener. Unfortunately, people seem to need you at the worst moments.
Word count: 390+
Disclaimer/s: fluff , franco yapping
A/N: AHHHH i love talkative!bf x listener!gf tropes.. my second franco post in 1 day hi!
You loved winter nights. You certainly hated the weather, but the nights themselves where you were laid up in bed with hot coca and a Christmas movie on? They were the best. Even better, was when your boyfriend was keeping you company.
One small downside to it was the movie got paused every two minutes due to Francos absolute need to talk out everything (not that you really minded).
âThe thing I donât understand is why he has the maturity level of a six year old, you know?â The brunette taps his lips as he speaks, his eyebrows furrowing. âAnd! How did they not kick him out of the North Pole faster just because of how annoying he is?â
You were watching Elf.
He was complaining about Elf.
And you let him. Because hearing your boyfriend speak was the best gift the world had ever granted you. The movie had been paused twenty-five minutes ago, yet he still hadnât stopped.
A small, amused smile graced your lips as your head resting on his shoulder, tilted up to meet his gaze. You nod in understanding, humming a short, âright?â
âAnd the fact that they even allowed him into their home is unbelievable, I would never do that.â He was getting passionate now, his expression turning seriously distraught.
Just as he went to start speaking again, your phone rings on the bedside table. Francoâs mouth shuts, and the lack of speaking has a frown replacing your smile.
Letting out a huff of annoyance, you reach over to grab your phone. âSorry, itâs my mom..â
âItâs okay, answer it.â He nods his head in the direction of your phone. âIâll go reheat our cocoa.â
âThank you!â You grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pressing the green button.
Seven minutes pass before Franco returns and you end the call with your mother. He slides back into bed, handing you your mug, âwhat did she need?â
âJust asked me how I was doing, I forgot to text her today.â You chuckle, âanyways, continue your rant?â
The brunettes eyebrows furrow, âRant?â
âUh, yeah, about Elf? Buddy?â
The faintest hint of recognition flashes across the boys eyes, âoooh! I forgot what I was saying. Hit unpause?â Although a bit disappointed, you do just that, cuddling into Francoâs side as his arm wraps around your shoulder and the movie began to play.
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birthday boy | jjk
pairing: husband!jk x wife!reader
genre: married couple au
warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments
word count: 2.6k
a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble iâve ever written and posted. my writing skills arenât the best but i hope you enjoy 𼚠i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irlđŤśđ˝
âokay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,â you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkookâs destination on your phone and heâs 1 minute away from the house.
his parents, older brotherâs: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.
ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadnât seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldnât go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.
you hear the sound of jungkookâs car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.
âbaby iâm home!â jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.
âhi! how was work?â you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.
âeh. the same. you werenât at the porch today?â he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.
âsorry i was doing something,â you say hoping he doesnât think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit youâre wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. itâs nothing special but definitely something you wouldnât normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didnât have work today and did tell jungkook youâd be at home all day, so he knows you didnât go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.
âbaby, who told you to look so beautiful?â he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. heâs taken aback by your reaction because itâs also something you normally wouldnât do- refraining from a kiss.
you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.
âuhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.â
âyou look gorgeous baby. donât worry you wonât be bored for long,â he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you donât want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.
âbaby what happened? are you mad at me?â he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.
âno of course not. you just need to wash up first.â you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.
âbut you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit moreâ he winks. âand my birthdayâs in two hours,â he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. âi had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-â
âjungkook!â you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. youâre most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where youâre not clingy or touchy around each otherâs families. not because youâre scared theyâd judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when itâs just the two of you. pda isnât really your guyâs thing.
âaw come on baby. why are you getting so shy forâ he laughs. âitâs just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didnât wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and itâs the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-â
âno no jungkook you didnât do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then weâll eat dinner,â you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing itâll be for the both of you. youâll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.
âletâs take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.â he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while youâre still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.
âoh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!â you whisper loudly. heâs confused why youâre whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but heâs faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kidâs eyes. âgreatâ you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. heâs always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesnât know that yet.
âbaby iâm sorry but you know i canât hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,â he licks his lips leaning towards your face, âi was hoping for us to start now,â he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.
luckily youâre saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. âhate to break it to you but you canât be so horny tonight baby.â jimin follows and says while laughing, âyeah baby, donât mean to ruin the fun but youâve got company.â they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.
jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as heâs surprised by whoâs in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.
âwhatâre you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?â jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.
âhappy early birthday!â jimin says while ruffling jungkookâs hair.
âit was all y/nâs idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,â taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
âsurprise!â you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.
jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. âthank you thank you thank you!!â he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.
âanything for you, you big baby,â you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.
he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. âyou guys heard nothing.â
your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. theyâre not the only one who heard everything, you three think.
âaw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,â jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.
âwell weâre not the only ones who found it funnyâ jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.
âw-what do you mean?â jungkook looks at you three confusedly. âwho else heard?â
âclose your eyes okay?â you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.
âno peeking!â you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesnât fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.
âbaby what did i just hear?â jungkook asks.
âyouâll see on the count of three okay?â
you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkookâs favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piĂąata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.
you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkookâs face.
âokay 3âŚ2âŚ1âŚâ
âSURPRISE!!!â you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.
âi missed you guys sooo much.â
âwe know sweetie. we did too.â his mom says and kisses his cheek.
âhappy birthday son. weâre so proud of you.â his dad says shortly after.
you see jungkookâs eyes glistening and he looks like heâs on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.
âi canât believe you guys are all here. this doesnât feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i couldâve asked for.â
youâre all touched by jungkookâs words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that heâd have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day heâd see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.
âdonât thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.â you gush at his momâs words and let out a soft âthank youâ to her going over to give her a hug.
jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers âiâm so lucky.â
the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.
when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.
jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. âthank you so much baby. i really donât know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously donât know how much you mean to me y/n.â
âi do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,â you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss thatâs sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and itâs just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair thatâs parted in the middle. âi love you so much my love. happy birthday.â
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Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me
Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.
The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.
So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.
His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.
And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.
During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.
He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.
Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.
God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.
Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.
As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.
As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.
"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"
The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.
Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.
The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.
By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...
#have i written chrissy as avril lavigne???#am i picturing eddie doing the girlfriend dance???#have i thought about little else all day???#can neither confirm nor deny#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#steddie au#steddie#pre steddie#platonic stobin#platonic hellcheer#buckingham#pre buckingham#steve's pov#aj writes
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Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw Iâm in love with it â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Not So Subtle
pairing : sephiroth x female!reader
summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.
a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)
âClose your mouth or youâll catch flies.â You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream.Â
âIt wasnât even open.â He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours.Â
âMhm.. and you werenât drooling over our superior.âÂ
âYour superior,â you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.
âLast time I checked, you werenât a first class soldier either,â He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.
Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.
Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldnât even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand.Â
There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.
âYeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.âÂ
âCan you even talk to him?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âThen why are you sitting here staring..?âÂ
âHeâs training..âÂ
âMhm.â The look on his face tells you heâs not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible.Â
But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable.Â
âShut it..â You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh.Â
âI donât get why you canât just talk to him..âÂ
âOf course you donât.. because you're obviously blind. Or youâve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.â You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth.Â
His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. Itâs a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. Itâs so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. Itâs unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.
He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.
âHow could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, heâs first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of âdo not promoteâ list.âÂ
âOh so.. the only reason you wonât talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I donât know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.â Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth.Â
âWould you shut it?â Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says âkeep it downâ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face.Â
âYouâre so lucky youâre younger than me.âÂ
âMore like so lucky you donât want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know Iâm stronger than you.âÂ
âMhm..â You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though heâs been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care.Â
Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize itâs childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you.Â
He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasnât subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught.Â
You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again.Â
âJesus,â he looks at you with confusion, âWhatâs the problem?âÂ
âHe saw me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âHe saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..â You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.
âWould you relax? I guarantee he doesnât care or he didnât even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.â
You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine.Â
âThis is so patheticâŚâÂ
âI agree,â he smiles when you shoot him a glare, âJust talk to him.âÂ
âTalk to who?â A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you.Â
You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too.Â
âNobody! Angeal!â You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious.Â
âWell which is it, nobody? or Angeal?âÂ
âAngeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.âÂ
âIt just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.âÂ
You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack.Â
He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like heâs in a far less teasing mood.Â
âWhatever you have to say to him, it must be important.âÂ
âHm?â You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, youâve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently.Â
âYou're walking fast.â You shrug your shoulders and continue walking.Â
At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you.Â
âIs there a problem?â
âWhat? Of course not!â He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes.Â
âI see now..âÂ
âSee what?âÂ
âReally? Do you think youâre subtle?â Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here.Â
âI donât know what you're talking about.â Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and itâs impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.
âNo?â His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you wouldâve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, âYou think I donât notice the way you stare? Hm?âÂ
He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize heâs examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost.Â
âI hear you, when you talk to Zack,â he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, âYouâve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?âÂ
When you donât respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because itâs gone in seconds. Heâs not satisfied by your silence.
Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, âAlthough, I suppose youâve never been very talkative around me.â He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until heâs able to speak in your ear, âThatâs not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure itâs audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesnât hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.Â
âWhatâre you sorry for, hm?â He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours.Â
âFâŚfor ignoring you.â
âSo you ignore me?âÂ
âNo!â
âSo youâre lying?â You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, âThen what are you sorry for?âÂ
âFor not talking to you.âÂ
âAnd why donât you talk to me, I'm sure you know itâs rude to stare and never speak to someone.â
âBecause..â His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone.Â
âBecause why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.âÂ
You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, âBecause I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know itâs stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-â
You hadnât realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips.Â
âOffend me.. thatâs sweet..â Heâs so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again.Â
âSephiroth..?â You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red.Â
âYou shouldâve told me about this âstupidâ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?â You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly.Â
Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position youâve found yourself in.
His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw.Â
When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed.Â
Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, âDonât be so shy from now on. Maybe weâll end up here again.â
His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.
âWait⌠wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?â You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly.Â
âI didnât. And I know you didnât either.â He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.
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