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Don't Panic
Friend!Nesta x Reader | Azriel x Reader (ish)
based on this request (thank you @suppppp97! i hope this meets your request, i had a ball writing it)
Nesta doesn't like you. Never has, not since the first time Azriel introduced you as his mate, and you chalked it up to a personality clash; namely, Nesta being prickly and you being, well, you. You had thought that was how it was going to stay, but when you and Nesta get captured by Illyrians, you have to work together, and you find yourself understanding each other a little more. You might even end up friends. [10.3k words]
warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, Nesta and reader being assholes to each other (at the start), reader being a BAMF, plot, interrogation, az being a softie at the end
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You have to laugh. Just a day ago, you and Azriel were out on the balcony of the House of Wind, eating breakfast, talking about this upcoming mission like it was a sunday stroll over honeyed tea and buttered scones. As new as your mating bond is, itâs easy to take that gentle, domestic intimacy for granted. Now, your legs ache, your head is throbbing from lack of water, and you canât quite feel your fingers for the burning cold. Whatâs worse, youâre stuck in this fucking cave in the middle of fucking nowhere with who else but Nesta fucking Archeron.
Truly, for whatever reason, she canât stand you, and over these past few months, youâve learnt to live with it. Sheâs hardly ingratiated herself to you in any case. Little digs here and there, things about how different you and Az are. Youâre loud; heâs quiet. Heâs tall; youâre, comparatively, short. You get paperwork done as quickly as possible; Az is as diligent as they come. Heâs a broody, secretive male; and youâre a little ray of sunshine, his words, not yours, even in your angstier moments. When you talk, he listens and, well, Az doesnât exactly talk much at all, does he? After that first meeting, when Az introduced you to the Inner Circle, she said, âOpposites attract, I suppose,â and you realised that you and her just wouldnât click.
You donât care. Az doesnât care, even if it has soured their friendship somewhat. Not even Cassian cares. But by the gods, if it wouldnât make jobs like this one a whole lot easier if you could just be civil with one another.
The Blood Rite. Heightened tensions. Pissy Illyrians with a penchant for making things difficult. You were sent to find out if there was going to be any trouble this time around.
You know the Steppes pretty well from your days travelling through the Court as a merchant, then you got to know the more dangerous parts as a mercenary when the trade dried up during Amaranthaâs reign. You have contacts here with some of the more amenable war bands and itâs for this expertise that Cassian wanted you to come, so you could speak with those who are less willing to talk to a General. Azriel, of course, was never going to let you come to Illyria without protection, and Nesta scares the camp lords so much that she could be used as extra leverage if things took a turn. So, it was the four of you who headed off.
It should have been you and Azriel together. It should have been fine.
There had never been problems in Stonecross. Itâs a camp tucked away by the northern coast of the Court, fairly progressive as far as Illyrian camps go, and absolutely vital for tradeâparticularly for the medicinal professions. In the rocky, sea-facing caves in the mountain under the camp exist the perfect conditions for certain plants to grow: fungi, flowers, some things not even Madja would fully understand the uses of.Â
You all realise too late that they put it, whatever it was, in the food. Youâd been too complacent. Too trusting. It didnât even take ten minutes before the four of you started to feel drowsy, then nauseous, and then, in horror, you saw Azâs shadows drop off his body, like the magic which kept them tied to him had suddenly vanished.Â
You donât really remember what happened next, itâs all a blur, but you got grabbed, flown (or maybe winnowed, it is the days before the Blood Rite after all), and now, youâre hereâŚÂ
Youâre in a carved-out room of black, damp stone, the only light coming through the slight crack under a boulder which covers what looks to be a doorway. The air is thin, and you have to be far down because you can feel the heavy pressure in the fluid of your ears. Though you arenât in chains, it feels oppressive, like you had been thrown in a prison cell and forgotten about.
At least Nestaâs still out cold. You wince at yourself for the thought, but honestly, you wouldnât be able to think straight if she was hissing comments at you. In the sliver of light, you can see that she seems uninjured, as are you, and her breathing is steady, like sheâd been knocked out without a fight. Sometime soon, youâll need her up (unconscious, sheâs a liability), but for as long as you can, youâll take the drip-drip-drip through the walls as your only company.
The first thing you need to do is let Az know youâre awake, to try and see if heâs close by or if he needs help. You pull on the mating bonâ
The mating bond.
You canâtâyou canât feel it. Another wave of nausea washes over you as you bolt up from the ground. The thread between the two of you, this new, wonderful, golden string which calls you to him time and time again, the Motherâs blessing which binds you together, itâs slack in your chest. Still there, thank the gods, but⌠useless. You canât feel him anymore. Not even the little bits he sends you every now and then, when Cassian makes him laugh or he sees something that reminds him of you. Itâs all gone. Like losing a limb.
You press your back against the cool stone of the room and remember to breathe. Force yourself to feel the rock beneath your feet, to focus, to think.Â
Azriel, you know, you trust, will be okay. He has to be. Maybe heâs disorientated like you are, being held somewhere, either in Cassianâs company or without it. Maybe heâs already escaped and is coming to find you right now. Or maybe, youâll need to find him. Regardless, you canât afford to panic. Not now. Az wouldnât panic; heâd find a way out, and you and him, youâre Cauldron-chosen mates, so you can find a way out too. You can get back to him.
You will get back to him.
You just need to look around and seeâthe light.Â
They had to have got you two inside this room somehow, so that boulder blocking the doorway has to be moveable. Outside, something is causing that crack of light to come through, thereâs a sconce, or a faelight, so thereâs a walkway, and a walkway means that thereâs some other rooms in here, connected by a complex of passageways. And passageways mean a way out.Â
You need that boulder gone.
If you had your full arsenal of magic at your disposal, it would be simple. You could bolster your muscles and push it out of the way without breaking a sweat, but even as you walk towards it, you can feel how your legs drag and your vision blurs. Every joint feels like itâs grown rust, grinding uncomfortably across your bones. The poison in your system remains. Still, you try. Still, you steel yourself in case someone is waiting for you behind it and you need to take them on.
The rough stone cuts into your palms as you use every drop of energy you have left in you to push at it, to try to roll it one way or the other, but it doesnât so much as budge an inch. In frustration, you kick at it, ram your shoulder into it and send shooting pain up your arm, but still, it doesnât yield.Â
Youâve been defeated by a hunk of fucking rock. So, yeah, you have to laugh.
Alone, thereâs no chance of you moving it, not while youâre still affected by whatever they put in your food. You can either wait for gods know how long for it wear off, orâŚ
You flick your attention to Nesta, half-slumped against the wall, and you sigh.Â
For all your differences, you respect Nesta. You like her tenacity, the way she moves with such precision in the training ring, how she stands up for herself and her friends regardless of who it is sheâs challenging (the first time you saw her go toe-to-toe with Rhys, you had almost wanted to cheer for her). Sometimes, you think that if you hadnât gotten off on the wrong foot, you and her would get along just fineâfor your love of dance if nothing else. More importantly, sheâs your only hope of getting out of here on your own terms.
Muscles protesting every movement, you crouch down and nudge at her side. She doesnât stir. You nudge harder and her eyes shutter. She mutters something you donât catch under her breath.Â
Oh, fuck it.Â
You shake her shoulder more harshly than you need to and yell at her to wake up. Her eyes flick open with a start, and you have to catch her hand before her fist connects with your jaw.
âRelax,â you say as she struggles in your grip, âitâs me. Could you please not break my face?â
âNo promises,â she snaps back, wrenching her wrist away from you, rubbing at where you were holding her. She opens her mouth again, probably to sneer something at you, when you see the words die in her throat as she pales, clutching at her chest. âSomething is wrong,â she grates out. âWhat the hell did you doâ?â
You roll your eyes as you pull away, settling yourself on the ground a little ways from her in case she actually does decide to break your face.Â
âCauldron, Nesta,â you say, âI didnât do anything. Itâs whatever they drugged us with. Itâs dulling our magic, including the mating bond.â You tap where you feel the Azriel-shaped hole in your chest. âMust be some faebane alternative weâll have to deal with.â
This seems to calm her burgeoning fear, but if looks could kill, youâd be dead. âHow are you so calm about this?â she asks, murmuring something else which sounds distinctly insulting as she plucks herself off the ground and follows the stream of light to the doorway.
âPanic gets you killed,â you say, watching her come to the same conclusion you did as she pokes at the gap in the wall.
âYeah,â she scoffs, âAz says the same.â
âItâs almost like weâre mates or something.â
âAlmost.â
Though the bond might be dulled, your instincts flare at the insinuation before you tamp it down and keep your face carefully neutral. Again, even in the dark, you can tell she shoots you a glare.Â
âInstead of doing something, you had to come and wake me up?â she continues, beginning to push at the boulder as your anger simmers in your blood. The audacity to suggest that you hadnât tried⌠sheâs something else.
âWould you have preferred it if I had left you behind?â you fire back, pulling yourself up and over to her, stopping just short of too close. âI already tried moving it and it wonât budge, not while weâre still weak. Weâll probably have to try it togetherââ
She cuts you off abruptly and goes back to the boulder. âI donât need your help.â
Ignoring her, you barely lay a finger on the stone before she yanks you away and snarls at you to, âBack off.âÂ
Incredulous, you huff, but you relent, leaning against the wall as you watch her fail to get it to move, just like you did. After significantly less prodding than what you tried, she admits defeat and swears at the rock for being in the way without sparing you a glance.
A thousand snarky comments come to mind, including around nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine which include the phrase âI told you soâ, but you refrain. Pissing her off even more doesnât seem conducive to getting out of this cell, so you say, âLook, Nesta, I get that you donât like meââ
âUnderstatement.â
âFine,â you continue, âyou really donât like me. And while I donât understand why, I do need you to get out of here and as much as you might hate to admit it to yourself, you need me too, so letâs just put our differences aside andâŚâ you trail off as her face sours. âWhat?â
âYou donât understand why,â she says.
âWe really donât have time to get into it, Nesta.â
âDonât we?â she asks harshly. âThat rock is hardly going anywhere.â
Clearly, sheâs up for an argumentâmaybe thatâs how she blows off steam when Cassian isnât aroundâbut you most definitely arenât.
âNeither are we if we donât stop bickering,â you reply steadily.
She narrows her eyes at you. âOh, you always have something clever to say, donât you?â Your name slips from her mouth like a curse. âAz caught himself a real prize with you.â
Is that what this is all about? You and Az? You know Az and Nesta are good friends, or, at least, they used to be, and she would obviously want him to be happy with whoever heâs with, mate or not. But, as far as you know, he is happy, and you trust him to tell you when heâs bothered by something. Frankly, whatever Nesta thinks about your relationship is irrelevant, even if it stings a little not to be accepted by her.Â
âTake it up with the Mother, Nesta,â you say, increasingly irritated, âbut after we get the fuck out of here, please.â
âYou really donât get it, do you?â she snaps back.Â
You roll your eyes. âPlease. Letâs not.â Thereâs no warning in your tone, so she ploughs on.
âAz was fine before he met you.â He wasnât, he was drowning himself in work and booze after the Solstice with Elain, but thatâs his secret to tell. âMy sister was fine before he met you.âÂ
âGods, what does Elain have to do with this?â
âDonât say her name like thatâ!â
âWhy not?â you say, your anger bubbling to the surface finally as your patience snaps. âSheâs my friend, you know, but I doubt sheâd have told you that considering the fact you never see her. When was the last time you even stepped foot in the townhouse?â You know itâs unfair, you know Nesta canât get down from the House of Wind without Cassian or exhausting herself on the steps, but youâre past the point of caring.Â
When she doesnât respond, you double down. âDonât dish it out if you canât take it, Nesta.â
To her credit, Nestaâs response hurts more than you were expecting it to. âI donât need her to tell me,â she snarls, âif I were her, Iâd resent you too.â
Scoffing, you drawl, âOh, and whyâs that?â but you feel the doubt creeping up on you like a wraith.Â
Az had told you about what he had felt for Elain and how close they had been to getting together. For a time, you had agonised over it. It didnât seem right to you that they had been prevented from acting on their feelings, even if it worked out for you in the end, and you had always thought, despite Az insisting otherwise, that Elain might not like you because of that. But, she had been perfectly pleasant the first time you met, and you managed to break the ice with a joke about flowers (it was rather specific and no one but Elain had appreciated it). From there, youâd become fast friends.
But if Elain is just humouring you like you suspected she mightâŚ
âBecause,â Nesta says, âyou stole Az from her. They were close, did you know? Even Feyre thought they were good for one another. But you come along and whatâs worse, you rub it in by trying to spend time with her.â
âHeaven forbid I actually enjoy Elainâs company,â you say, though it comes out significantly less venomous than you meant it to. âDid she tell you all that herself or are you pulling it out of your ass?â
âYouâve got her fooled, Iâll give you that much,â she replies. She lets out a humourless laugh. âShe even thinks you and Az are perfect together, but I see what youâre doing loud and clear.â
You blink at her.
Inexplicably, it isnât annoyance which washes over you, itâs understanding. It becomes obvious to you now, despite what Nesta is saying, why she doesnât like you.Â
Of course.
Sheâs trying to look after her sister, and even at your own expense, you canât help but admire her for it. Maybe if she actually talked to Elain about you, you could end your petty, little feud. Or maybe sheâd just find another reason to dislike you.Â
Either way, it wonât matter if you kill each other in this cave.
You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. âNesta, I really have tried to be nice to you. If you donât like me, thatâs fine, we donât need to be friends. But I didnât steal anyone from anyone, Az made his choices and I made mine, and I really do like being Elainâs friend. Iâm sorry if Iâve somehow offended you or⌠I donât know. Just, Iâd like us both to get out of here, alive, preferably, and for that, I need your help. So, please, if you have to, pretend Iâm someone else for a bit and then I promise I will never bother you again. Deal?â
For a long, long moment, she says absolutely nothing at all, as though sheâs trying to work out if youâre being genuine or not, and the silence stretches over the space between you. Then she looks away, sets her jaw, and grumbles, âJust help me move this.â
âGladly.â
It takes coordination, begrudgingly followed suggestions for which way to push and for how long, and the poison in your veins brings bouts of dizziness which means both of you need a break, but, eventually, the boulder moves, just a fraction. The beam of light at your feet grows. Again and again and again, you and Nesta use every ounce of energy you have left to get it out of your way. You just hope that whoever is keeping you here isnât nearby, because the scraping of rock against stone is almost deafeningly loud.
You donât know if it takes minutes or hours, but you get it so the two of you can see into the corridor, and then you open up the doorway enough for you to be able to squeeze through the gap. The jagged, black stone scrapes at your skin as you shuffle and you definitely pick up a few new scratches, but you suddenly find yourself in the middle of an uneven walkway, filling your lungs with air fresher than what youâve had since you woke up.
You take it in greedily, looking around to see if thereâs an obvious way out, but both in front and behind you look the same. An endless tunnel of stone, equally lit up by torches protruding from the walls. You wait a moment, trying to feel any sort of breeze or even trying to pick up faint sounds of people.
Nothing.
Inside the cell, Nesta says your name rather urgently. You peer at her through the gap and see a flicker of relief on her face before itâs gone.
With a different angle, you wordlessly make quick work of moving the boulder further, and Nesta manages to free herself not long after. All the while, a sense of foreboding settles over you. The lack of a guard, even a patrol, is starting to strike you as odd.
âCome on,â she says, making leftâitâs as good a direction as anyâbut you stop her.
âWait,â you say, âdoesnât this all seem strange to you?â You make a point of looking behind you and gesture around. âThereâs no one here.â
âGood,â she replies, âmaybe theyâve forgotten about us. Letâs go.â And she strides off, forcing you to follow behind her, shadows dancing with each other in the torchlight.
âOr maybe they havenât,â you urge, catching up to her, âmaybe theyâre waiting for us somewhere. Or theyâre trying to lure Az and Cassian down here and itâs a trap.â That makes her pause and look at you, considering sharply. âWe should try and stay as hidden as possible,â you suggest, âkeep to the shadows rather than storming down the middle of the corridor.â
She barks a laugh. âAre you doing that on purpose?â
You frown. âDoing what?â
âSaying what Azriel says. If I had a mark for every time heâs said the words âkeep to the shadowsâ...â she trails off, shaking her head.
âIâm notâjustââ you sigh, ââletâs just be careful, okay?â
She steps very slightly closer to the wall, further into what little shadow the torches are casting over the rock, and keeps going, so you follow her through the twists and turns of the cave system, hoping youâve picked the right way. Every corner looks the same, your footsteps sound the same, the cadence of Nestaâs breathing is monotonous and steady. It feels like youâre going around in circles.
But you arenât. You can feel the slight lightening of pressure in your sinuses, how the ground ever so slightly tips upwards. You even start to feel like you might be getting out of here without meeting a single obstacle.
And thatâs when you reach a dead-end.
A mockingly sheer column of rock with a gap right at the top, where you can see a coiled up rope which is almost certainly used to manoeuvre up and down. Through the gap, you see beautiful, white light, and you reason that this must be some kind of exit.Â
âCome on,â you say to Nesta, steadying yourself against the wall, âIâll boost you up and then you throw the rope down for me.â
She looks at you incredulously. âThat must be fifteen feet high at least,â she says. âThereâs no way youâre getting me up there.â
As ever, you are entirely unimpressed by Nestaâs doubt. âIâm stronger than I look. And unless you have another ideaâŚ?â
Despite her general lack of faith in you, Nesta doesnât even try and contemplate a different option; she knows as well as you do that there isnât one. You cup your hands in front of you and bend your knees as Nesta tentatively uses you as a step-up.Â
âReady?â you ask.
She hesitates, peering down at you. âFor what?â
âJust get ready to grab the ledge.â
Without warning, you toss her upwards, putting all your strength into getting her as high as possible, and she lets out a grunt as she manages to grab hold of the edge of the lip above you. For a moment, you think she might not be able to hold onâshe sways and shakes, probably due to the poison still sapping your energyâbut she eventually hauls herself up and disappears out of view.
Then you wait. It canât be for more than thirty seconds, but as they tick by, your anxiety starts to spike. What if she just leaves you here? What if she takes her opportunity to get rid of you just so Elain can have Azriel? As much as you like Elain, the idea of anyone else having him sends shooting rage through your nerves, even with the bond absent in your chest. Itâs a natural instinct, but before you can spiralââMind your head,â comes the call and down comes the rope, thick, old, and covered in dirt, but itâll do. You make quick work of it, despite your screaming muscles, and join Nesta at the top.
You want to ask her what took her so long, but peering through the gap where the light comes through, it becomes quite obvious.
Illuminated by a great cut-out in the ceiling of the cave, covered in mosses and deep green hanging vines, is a lake nearly three-times the width of the Sidra. The water is startlingly blue, clear, and it looks deceptively shallow, but youâve seen lakes like this before. They tend to go down so deep the pressure would kill you before you reached the bottom.
Whatâs worse, on the other side of the lake is an Illyrian encampment, populated by at least six warriors, maybe more you canât even see, armed to the teeth and evidently waiting for something to happen. You can see them talking to one another, but what theyâre saying is lost under the sound of running water coming from the cascade on the far side of the lake.Â
Thankfully, the two of you are hidden in darkness under an outcrop. Perhaps if Nesta had taken you right when you got out of your cell, you would have ended up on the other side, right in the middle of your captorsâ base. Either way, it looks like the only way out of this is in a fight.
âHow long can you hold your breath for?â you ask Nesta, calculating roughly how far youâll need to swim under the surface so the Illyrians donât detect you. Without weapons, youâll need the element of surprise to disarm them, and from there, well, youâve seen Nesta spar with Cassian. Itâll be easy. By the side of you, however, she is almost eerily still. âNesta?â you say, turning to her.
You expect her to be watching the Illyrians, maybe lost in thought about how to take them out, but youâre wrong. Sheâs staring down into the water, unfocused and unblinking. She almost looks frightened?
The thought occurs to you that Nesta might not know how to swim. Then, something Az said to you when you first met both her and Elain hits you. He told you to be careful mentioning the Cauldron, that, understandably, they donât like thinking about it and suddenly everything clicks. Nesta doesnât like water, doesnât like being submerged in it, because it reminds her of being inside the Cauldron. Maybe something else too. Sheâs been through a lot, as Az tells you. In your chest, your heart lurches, not with pity, but perhaps with a profound feeling of sadness for her.Â
âNesta,â you say lowly. You arenât about to coddle her, she doesnât need that, wouldnât want it anyway. You wouldnât either. She flicks her gaze over to you, but itâs clear sheâs still not all here. âI have a theory,â you continue, and you explain that there must be another passage to your cell, probably in the opposite direction to the one you took. As you talk, you see her eyes sharpen, not so dull, and she actually starts listening to you. âIf you can distract some of them and lead them back to our cell, I can swim over and take out as many as possible while you keep them occupied.â Itâs the only thing you can think of to keep her out of the water. âWe can meet up over there once youâre done.â
Whether she appreciates it or not, you canât tell, but she looks you over, then to the Illyrians, and says, a little hoarsely, âGet under the water. Iâll draw their attention away.â You nod, kicking off your shoes as you go to lower yourself in as quietly as possible, but she grabs your wrist and stops you. Her grip is firm, but not violent. âBe careful,â she says, and without waiting for a reply, she lets go. âGo on then.â
Glancing at the lake, you take a moment, and lower yourself in slowly.
The water is freezing cold and you swallow a gasp as you enter. Pushing through the pain, with one last fleeting look at Nesta, you take a deep breath, dip your head under the water, and start to swim. You just have to trust now that Nesta holds up her end of the plan.
You try to take the shortest, most direct route possible without getting spotted, but your lungs are burning and without your magic to help, you start to think that maybe you wonât be able to make it without coming up for air. The waterfall isnât so far away from you and the running water might conceal you just enough to allow you to breathe for a moment. Itâs your only shot, so you go for it.
The strength of the water batters you, but the first, quiet hit of fresh air is enough to make it inconsequential to you. For as long as you can chance it, you take it in, and push your luck by looking over at the encampment. From here, itâs difficult to see, but you think you count two males, looking around nervously, and you swear you can hear shouting from down one of the corridors. Seems like Nesta managed her distraction well.
Enough. You dive back under and move as fast as you can, ignoring how much of a struggle it is. You have to do this, you have to get out of here. You have to get back to Azriel. And, godsdamn you, you want to see Nesta get back to Cassian.
Your hands hit the other side of the lake before you realise it, and, as silently as possible, you emerge from the surface. Still, there are only two males in the encampment, and you definitely werenât imagining the shouting. Here, itâs louder, and you can make out male voices, obviously irate. The two other Illyrians watch the alcove closely, not even whispering a word to each other.
One of them is older. Heâs bigger and has more siphons, but heâs no commander; youâd guess heâs an Oristian just by the way he holds himself. You can feel his ego from here. The other one is younger, barely out of training. He fidgets with his armour and his weapons, his leg bouncing where he sits on a rock and pays so much attention to the alcove that he isnât looking where he clearly is supposed to be: right at you.
You pull yourself out of the water with natural grace and drop immediately into a crouch, blending in with a darkness. Your wet clothes are making the cold seep into your skin, but you need all the protection you can get and the padding around your joints might be enough to buy you some time if things go wrong.Â
The Illyrians are too close together, sitting around a central opening where the vestiges of a fire lay. Though youâre strong, thereâs no way you can take them out hand-to-hand if itâs two against one. Youâre trained in combat, but mostly for swords and daggers. You need another distraction, and, as you shift your feet to try and get a better view, you get one.
You kick a pebble and, thinking quickly, you snatch it from the ground before it can hit something that will draw their eye to you. You weigh it in your hand. If you want it to make an impression, you need it to hit something away from the water, so the sound of the waterfall doesnât mask it.Â
You catch something glinting in the corner of your vision. In the exposing light, a shield is propped up against a nearly empty weapons rack. Briefly, you consider making a rush for it, thinking a shield is better than no weapon at all, but you know thatâs even more of a long shot than trying to take them out quietly.
So, you opt to aim for the shield, and as the pebble flies, you know youâll reach your target.
A clang sounds out through the atrium and the two Illyrians startle out of their trances. The older one barks an order for the younger one to check what the disturbance is, then berates him for being a coward when he hesitates. You wait impatiently for there to be enough distance between them, then you strike.
You dash behind the bigger Illyrian, keeping to the shadows, and as soon as you can, you pounce. You wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him back and behind the rock he was sitting on, keeping him as out of view as possible in case the kid decides to turn around. He kicks, attempting to buck his hips and flap his wings to get you off him, but youâve got him so firmly held that there is no chance of him overpowering you like this. Your hand closes over his mouth to stop him shouting, and you choke the air out of his lungs silently. Not to kill him, just to knock him out. Snapping his neck would take more force and compromise your position, so you settle for his unconsciousness and lower him to the ground.
Concealed behind the rock, when the other Illyrian turns, he sees no one. His following shout tells you heâs panicked, and you wait for him to come to you. He stands in the middle of the encampment, turning around, scanning for threats, and you quietly unsheathe the sword that the older Illyrian had strapped to his back.Â
Sharp, Illyrian steel. You smile faintly. You and Az have sparred with these so often that it feels like an extension of your arm as you hold it.
You wait for the remaining Illyrian to be facing away from you and, when the time is right, spring up from behind the rock. Your blade meets the back of his neck before he even knows youâre there, and he immediately stills as you press it against his skin and blood wells at the edge. In the meantime, the shouting down in the alcove behind you has stopped, and you hope that means Nesta has dealt with the others.
âThrow your weapons away from you,â you say calmly. He does as heâs told without complaint, unsheathing even a hidden dagger in his boot. Smart male. âTurn around slowly.â Again, he does what you say, but you keep your blade at his neck and maintain a healthy enough distance from him.Â
He stares down at you uncertainly, his hands away from his sides, and gulps as you assess him. Typically Illyrian, he has dark hair, tan skin, and brown eyes which betray his fear. A fully fledged warrior would have tried to disarm you by now, and, as a result, would likely be dead. This one seems to have more sense.
âYour name,â you say. Statement, not a question.
âWilsen,â he supplies quietly, uncomfortably shifting as your sword remains firm at his throat.
âWhy are you keeping us here, Wilsen?â
When he hesitates to respond, you press the blade against him and he grimaces. âI have orders,â he says, a little frantically, âthatâs all I know. I swear it.â
Itâs moments like these when you wish you had Azâs shadows whispering in your ear, telling you truth from falsehood, divining someoneâs character. Ultimately, you have to rely on your gut feeling, and itâs telling you that Wilsen is lying.
You bring the tip of the blade to the underside of his jaw, cutting a fine line through the skin of his neck. âTry again,â you say. âThink more carefully about your answer this time.â
As he deliberates, the strangest feeling flows through you. Your magic, sputtering in your veins as it tries to come alive again, fighting against the poison. Hurriedly, you try to yank on the mating bond, but it still lies dormant under your ribcage, and itâs this fleeting moment where you lose your focus that you blame when you fail to notice Wilsenâs eyes flick to just above your shoulder.
A thick, calloused hand clamps over your mouth, another squeezes your throat as youâre dragged backwards. Instincts kicking in, you try to twist, to pull the hands away, but they just tighten their grip as you flail. The blade in your hand hits something, maybe Wilsenâs neck, as youâre forced to let go of it in the scuffle, but youâre too blinded by the pain to care.Â
Some unseen Illyrian, maybe an escapee of Nestaâs wrath, has you trapped against him. You try to reach up to scratch at his face to get him to release you, but all you can feel is the heave of his chest as he laughs and wrestles your hand out of his sight, freeing your mouth. Heâs choking the life out of you to the point where all you can do is gargle and thrash, to try and somehow get out of his hold.
Even the smallest bit of your replenishing magic seems to do nothing. You try fortifying your muscles, try directing some of it to weaken his, but to no avail.Â
You come to the conclusion that, as your vision starts to blur and darken, youâre dying, and this Illyrian is enjoying it. You fight, scratch at his arm, but that only seems to egg him on, to draw it out. Heâs not even taunting you, not in any way you can make sense of, heâs just amusing himself in the brutality of it.Â
Your teeth feel like theyâre fizzling. You canât feel your body anymore, youâre weightless, outside of the bounds of reality where all that exists is the immense pressure on your neck and oh gods this is it, youâre dying youâre dying youâre dying and youâll never see Az againâ
Suddenly, the feeling stops.Â
You must be dead, you think.Â
Itâs funny, though, you can still see, and thereâs this throbbing in your temples. Dead people donât get headaches, do they? How awful. You canât escape migraines, even in the afterlife.
The Illyrian behind you (oh, heâs still here?) lists backwards, and itâs only logical that you tumble with him, but, for some reason, you donât. Instead, thereâs something keeping you standing, gentle, tender heat around your middle and if you didnât know any better, youâd say thereâs someone saying your name.
âBreathe,â they say, and then your name again. Thereâs something so familiar about it andâyou can breathe.
Desperately, you gasp in air, your brain aching after being starved of it, but you take in too much and start to cough so much that your eyes water, pulling out of this personâs grip and doubling over. Again comes a gentle touch, this one at your back, as you feel like youâre hurling up a lung. Again comes the reminder to just breathe, and you do. Your coughing stops andâŚ
You whirl around, meeting Nestaâs sharp eyes as she steps away from you. In her hand is a sword, slick with red which drips to the floor, and behind her, a dead Illyrian lying in a pool of his own blood.
You open your mouth, then snap it shut.Â
Nesta Archeron just saved your life.
âThank you,â you manage to wheeze out, the words catching in your throat as you struggle to regulate your breathing.
A muscle ticks in her jaw. âIâm not about to let some lowlife choke out Azrielâs mate,â she says pointedly, casting a dismissive look over to the dead Illyrian, âand youâd have done the same, if it were me.â
You would have, you just didnât think Nesta would be the one to say it.Â
She looks you up and down from your dripping hair to your crumpled clothes. âYou look like a drowned rat.â
Just as you go to respond, you get interrupted by a low groan of pain, and you see that Wilsen is still alive, just bleeding profusely from his shoulder. So you did catch him in the crossfire. Nesta advances on him so quickly that you barely have chance to shout for her to stop.Â
âHe knows something,â you say, moving towards her gingerly, stepping over the Illyrian who tried to kill you without sparing him a second glance, wincing as you try to move your neck. âI was interrogating him before I got interrupted.â
âI donât knowâ!â
âShut the fuck up,â Nesta snarls at him before turning back to you. âYou were interrogating him?â
You hum confirmation, the sound scratching at your throat. âWith a sword.â.
She just looks at you. âOf course you were,â she mumbles, âAzâll be so proud.â
âCassian will probably pounce on you as soon as he finds out you took on three fully-grown Illyrians with your bare hands,â you reply, offering her a sly smile which almost feels normal.
And Nesta, to your surprise, laughs. A real, genuine, contagious laugh which rings through the atrium, and you find yourself chuckling along with her.Â
âNeither of us are getting much sleep for a week,â she says, adding with a gesture to her blade, âand I caught the last one with this actually.â
You let out a giggle. âThatâll definitely get Cassian goingââ
âOh youâre both whorââ
âShut the fuck up!â you and Nesta spit at Wilsen in unison, before you whip your gazes up in shock to look at each other.
And you both burst out laughing again.
Itâs nice. You donât think youâve seen Nesta laugh so much in your presence ever. Maybe youâre delirious from the air loss, but youâd go as far to say youâre enjoying her company, and by the look of it, she might feel the same.
Still, you have Wilsen to deal with.
Once your bout of laughter dies down and you can breathe normally again, you peer down at him as he looks up at you. He looks quite deathly pale. Nesta steps aside, her face darkening, as you crouch down next to him, hand on the wound at his shoulder, but not pressing down, not to cause him pain. Not yet.
Azriel will provide that afterwards in any case.
âDo you know the way out of here, Wilsen?â you ask. Even though you can feel yourself slowly regaining your magic, the mating bond has still not burst back to life. You guess Nestaâs hasnât either, considering how attentively sheâs paying attention to the two of you.Â
He swallows thickly, eyes you warily. When he takes a second too long to answer, you push two fingers down, right on his shoulder blade. It wonât kill him, but itâs not going to feel like a warm hug from his mother either. He yelps in pain while his blood seeps onto your hand. âFuck, itâsââ he sucks in a breath as you release him, ââthereâs only one way.â His eyes flick to the cut-out in the roof of the cave, right above the middle of the lake, and Nesta follows his gaze carefully. Just barely, you catch her flinch. âAnd unless you can sprout wingsâŚâ
You pull away, letting him sag into his body. Even if the vines growing down the hole can take your weight, and by the look of them, they might, you still need to get to them. You hope Nesta is coming to the same conclusion you are. When Wilsen says thereâs only one way out, he means it, and it means youâre going to have to give her a very, very quick swimming lesson, if she can stomach it.
âWhy did you bring us here?â she asks suddenly, aiming her question at Wilsen.Â
A ragged sigh escapes him. âGive me something in return,â he says, his spit gurgling in his mouth as he talks. Youâve seen this before. He doesnât have long.
âTell us and you might live to see tomorrow,â you say hurriedly.Â
He has the energy to scoff. âSo your mate can torture me in his dungeons? No. Iâd rather die,â he grits out, shifting on the floor, his arm deadweight against the ground.
âYouâd rather bleed out here than have a chance at surviving?â Nesta asks, her tone increasingly agitated. She starts to say something else, but you motion for her to calm herself, and she does, all the while giving you a look as if to say Do you even have a plan?
You turn back to Wilsen, bracing your forearms on your knees. âYou have family?â you say quietly, and the ensuing rage which comes over his face tells you that yes, he does. âIf you die here, Wilsen,â you continue, your voice soft, âmy mate will find every male in that family of yours and he will ask the question you refused to answer. If they donât know, heâll move onto the females. Your wife, sister, mother, whoever. And if they donât know, he will go through Stonecross, Illyrian by Illyrian, until someone tells him what he wants to know. And if he does that, heâll be sure to let everyone know itâs because you, Wilsen, did not give us an answer right here, right now. So, this is what Iâll offer you: not just your life, but the lives and dignity of everyone you care about. Happily, Iâll let you die, but how happy that would make them? Iâm not so sure, are you?âÂ
Only the sound of the waterfall behind you lets you know time hasnât stopped. Even Nestaâs breathing is so silent you can barely hear it, but you can feel her eyes on you. Wilsen is deathly still. You get the distinct feeling that if he wasnât bleeding out, heâd have his hand wrapped around your neck. âYour choice,â you finish with a shrug.
His words are vitriolic. âYou were supposed to die down there, you fucking bitch. Nothing more than motivation for the General and your mate to make a mistake. So youâd all finally understand how it feels to get kicked when youâre down,â he spits, but his voice shakes. Scared, or struggling to stay awake? Does it matter? Either way, you think heâs telling the truth.
âSeems a convoluted way to kill someone.â Nestaâs voice sounds more distant in the quiet.Â
Wilsen shoots her a glare, from which she doesnât baulk. âThey were supposed to find you. It was supposed to hurt. We were going to take them on once they had. Make them pay.â
âTheyâd have torn through you,â she says. âYou never would have made it out of here anyway.â
âItâs better to die standing than on our knees in front of a half-breed High Lord and his bastard brothers.â He starts to cough, like breathing might have become difficult.
âYouâre dying, Wilsen,â you say, moving towards him to put pressure on the wound, but his hand shoots out to stop you and he shakes his head.
âLet me,â he snarls. âI gave you what you wanted, so let me die.â
âI can stop the bleeding,â you reply. Itâs a strange kind of sorrow you feel for him. Dying alone, surrounded by people you hate, is no way to go, not even for males like him. Heâs still young, still impressionable. Entrenched nonetheless. Someone will have to tell that family of his what he was willing to die for.
He winces, struggling to keep himself upright. âDonât put your fucking hands on me.â
Nesta says your name and breaks you from your thoughts. âLeave him,â she says, âhe doesnât deserve your pity.â
You sigh and stand. As you do, you see relief flicker over Wilsenâs face before pain takes back over. If you offer him a quicker death, youâre not sure heâll take it, so you donât offer at all.Â
âYouâre sort of terrifying, you know,â Nesta adds, flicking her eyes from the lake and back to you. In her eyes, though, you donât see fear. You see it in the way she assesses you, in how she holds her head. Youâve earnt her respect.Â
Attention on your exit, you huff out a shaky laugh, eager to stop thinking of the dying Illyrian behind you. âThatâs rich coming from you,â you say. When she frowns at you, you continue, âThey call you âLady Death���. You donât get that name by preaching peace and love.â
âAnd what do you call me?â she asks, edging closer to the water, squinting up at the daylight.
You come to stand next to her. âI should like to call you my friend, Nesta.â
âDonât push it,â she replies, but you can tell itâs not as serious as she meant it to be.Â
âNot enemies then?â you suggest.
âIf we get out of here without drowning,â she says, dipping her hand into the water and immediately pulling it back out again, âIâll consider it.â
You offer her a small smile, seeing that for the olive branch that it is. âGood enough for me,â you say. âYou know how to swim?â
She nods, but seems uncertain. âI can float well enough.â
âBut, you donât like water?â you ask tentatively. When she narrows her eyes at you, you hold your hands up in surrender. âNot judging. I donât like heights.â
âAz takes you flying all of the time,â she deadpans, decidedly unimpressed.
You shrug. âHeâs helping me get over it.â With a grimace, you add for her benefit, âItâs slow going.âÂ
Having only just managed to regain any sort of heat in your body, youâd hesitate to get back in freezing cold water, but with your magic not materialising any further than a few sputters in your veins, your conviction is all you have to get you through it. That, and the need to help Nesta out of here too. You crouch down.
âThis is ridiculous,â she says, crouching with you.
Your eyes flick to the sword still in her hand. âYouâll have to leave that behind. When you get in, try not to panic. Your body will go into cold water shock if you do. Itâs mind over matter, and once youâre used to it, youâll be fine.â
âThat,â she says, her voice dropping into something near enough trepidation, âdoesnât fill me with confidence.â
âI wonât let anything happen to you, Nesta. Just⌠trust me.â
With that, you push yourself off the edge of the rock and into the water, attempting to acclimate yourself to the temperature as much as possible, fully submerging yourself before you resurface, treading water with relative ease. You take deep breaths and stave off the biting cold, trying to show her that if you can do it, she can too.Â
âCome on,â you urge, aware that even though youâre resilient, you canât take much longer than ten minutes in here. A human would barely last five. âItâs not that far to the vines, and then weâre out of here.â
Laying the sword carefully down at her side, Nesta scans the water, as though she might be able to discern which parts are cold and which are tolerable, with little success, if the face she makes is anything to go by. You watch her take a few breaths, shut her eyes, and mutter something which might even be a prayer, or else a curse on your name if this goes wrong.
Then she jumps, feet first, into the lake.
You wait with bated breath for her to come back up, and for a few sickening seconds, you think she might be sinking untilâ
âFuck!â she gasps. âThatâs freezing.â Sheâs almost hyperventilating with how quickly her breath is coming. Not good, thatâs panic. She needs something to focus on.
âNesta,â you say urgently, wading over to her, âlook at me.â With difficulty, she does. âYou remember what I said before?â
Gaping, she nods.
âWhat did I say?â
âTry not to panic,â she says slowly.
âRight. What else?
As she thinks, her breathing starts to even out. âItâs not far to the vines.â
âExactly,â you tell her, âweâre almost there.â
Thank the Mother, the gods, and anyone else who deigns to help you, Nesta starts to swim, and you let her get ahead of you just in case she needs you to support her. Itâs tough and you are pushing with all your might to stay afloat, to make it to the first vine you see.Â
Nesta grabs it and pulls herself out of the water, trusting that it can take her weight. The plant is thick and woody, so it does. She looks down at you, still in the lake, but you tell her to get out and up as soon as she can.
You find another, slightly thinner, but still strong enough to hold you. Your arms ache and your shoulders are screaming at you. You push and push and push, one thought in your mind: Get out. Get out. Get out.Â
The vine seems to be getting higher the more you climb, like itâs growing faster than you can move, but youâre almost at the top. Just a little further.
Nesta, sheâs somewhere, maybe above you, but you canât hear her grunting as she hauls herself up anymore. You chance a look down and sheâs not there either. You figure she must have made it out.
Youâre so close. You can feel the sun on your face, can smell the fresh breeze of the outside. It must have been hours since you woke in that cell. Honestly, youâre not sure how long youâve been gone. Maybe days. Gods, youâre so tired. The cold has sapped the adrenaline out of you and youâre running on fumes.Â
The next hold you find on the vine snaps and you lurch to the side, yelling as you find purchase on a knot lower down. As you catch yourself, you force your ankle into a twist and something twinges.Â
You hear Nesta swear faintly. You pull yourself in, steadying yourself, and you look up to see her peering over the side. Sheâs lying flat on her front, holding onto the edge of the gap. âYouâre almost there,â she shouts down, her teeth chattering, her hair hanging loose in long, wet strands.
Every part of your body is telling you to stop, to rest, but you canât. Thatâs a death sentence. You test how much weight you can put on your ankle and yelp as pain shoots all the way up your leg, but if you stay here, youâre doomed.
So, you keep going, using your arms to lift yourself up, your uninjured leg to hold yourself in place. Again. And again. And again. You grit your teeth and you lift.
When youâre within reach, Nesta lowers herself down as much as she dares and thrusts out her hand. Blissfully, you grab it as soon as you can. You feel her grip the back of your shirt as she pulls you the rest of the way out of the cave and the two of you roll to the ground, side-by-side, staring up into the cloudless, blue sky, chests heaving.
âNext time we hang out,â you say, breathless, âletâs just get a coffee or something. Go buy a book. Feed the ducks down by the Sidra.â
Nesta scoffs out a half-hysterical laugh. âDeal.â
She sits up and you meet her eyes as she looks down at you. âYour ankle?â
You hum roughly as you try to move it, but that shooting pain hits you again. âTotally fucked,â you say.
âI am not carrying you anywhere.â She looks around. âI donât even know where we are. It doesnât look like the Steppes.â
Letting out a sharp hiss as you pull yourself up, you take in your surroundings. âNo,â you say, seeing how the snow is thin on the ground and the thick, tall pines of the Illyrian mountains have given way to bushier cedars. If you can find the source of that lake underground, a river or a stream, you can find a village somewhere, even in the middle of this unknown forest. When you were a merc, you did things like this all the time. âWeâre further south, I think. Probably closer to the Hewn City than anywhere else.â
âHow could you possibly know that?â she asks, frowning at you.
You raise a brow at her. âObservation,â you say simply. âThereâll be a settlement somewhere nearby. Or at least some shelter.â
âYou,â she replies, âcanât walk. Not with your ankle like it is.â
âI have high pain tolerance.âÂ
When you try to stand, Nesta catches your wrist and holds you still. âWe should wait for the poison to wear off a little more, then you might be able to do something.â
You shake your head, seeing how high the sun is in the sky. Itâs past midday. âWe donât know how long that will take. If there are more Illyrians about, we need to move. I know you took them out down there, but you caught them unaware. We get spotted from the air? We wonât be so lucky. And just because weâre not in the Steppes doesnât mean it wonât get dangerous come nightfall.â
Though she makes a face, she grits her teeth and gets up. She offers you her hand. âYouâre as stubborn as him too.â
You take it gratefully and let her help you up. âIâll take that as a compliment,â you say as she slips her hand around your back and supports you.
You pick a direction, and with Nestaâs help, you manage to hobble your way to a stream, then a village thankfully not too far from where you were being held.Â
By the time the sky darkens and the stars illuminate the snowy ground, you two are in a semi-empty inn, sipping free soup by the fire, courtesy of the ownerâs healthy fear of her High Lady and her sister. Nesta, you can tell, feels vaguely uncomfortable about it, and you like her all the more for her humility.
Come midnight, Nesta and you are half-asleep, dozing in the warmth and basking in the easy, quiet conversation you had been having about Sellyn Drake, of all people. When you go to your rooms, she bids you goodnight and you bid her the same. Your head hits the pillow and youâre out.Â
You have a dreamless sleep for once.
In the morning, you jolt awake, pain erupting in your chest from theâgods, the mating bond. You desperately tug back, pulling so hard that the thread goes taut, telling Az Iâm here! Iâm here! Please, for the love of the Mother, please come and get me. Then you bolt out of bed, hop out of your room, and bash on Nestaâs door, calling her name and definitely waking the innkeeper.
Off-balance, you almost fall through her door when she opens it, but she steadies you. She looks like she barely slept, but then, you probably look similar given the day you had yesterday. A few hours isnât really enough.
âThe bond,â you breathe out. She needs no more explanation and you watch her concentrate, obviously calling on Cassian the same way you call on Az. âIs heâ?â
âHeâs alive,â she says sharply, âbut⌠pained.â
âShit. Heâll be okay.â
âI know.â But the worry on her face is pressed deep into the furrow of her brow.
âAz,â you say, âheâs on his way.â For good measure, you tug on the bond, now gorgeously back alive, fluttering in your chest, and he responds in kind.Â
For a moment, her face lightens a fraction and her eyes flick behind you.Â
You feel it then: the cold touch of a shadow wrapping gently around your wrist and, deep in your bones, that old, ancient warmth.
A grin breaks out on your face when you turn, seeing Az appear from shadow in the foyer, just as the innkeeper rounds the corner. She sucks in a breath and swears quietly, frozen in place, her eyes flicking between the three of you warily.
Az, his face carefully controlled, but with a bemused look in his beautiful hazel eyes, smiles at her gently. âThank you for looking after them,â he says lightly, and you almost melt at the sound.Â
You must send that down the bond because something akin to a chuckle skitters back at you.
âO-of course, my Lord.â Her mouth opens and closes a few times. Azriel waits patiently. âIâllâw-will you be staying for breakfast?â
âNo,â you say, âthank you. Weâll be heading off now.â
The innkeep swallows. âRight. Was e-everything to your liking, my lady?â Cautiously, she glances at Nesta, who does her best to soften her face, then back at you.
âSlept like a baby,â you assure her. You nudge Nesta.
âYes,â she says. âA perfect stay, thank you.â
At that, Az raises a brow at you, more confused at Nesta giving you the time of day than anything else. Long story, you mouth at him.
âIâll leave you to it then,â the innkeeper says decisively, promptly retreating back downstairs, presumably to cool her nerves.
âCassianâs fine,â Az says to Nesta as soon as heâs assured itâs just the three of you up here. âHeâs being dramatic about it.â Then he catches how youâre keeping your weight off your right leg. âWhat happened?â he asks darkly, his shadows coalescing around his shoulders.
âJust take us home,â you say, reaching for him. As he wraps an arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head, you inhale the scent of fresh, night-chilled mist and cedar, something so uniquely your mateâs that any tension left in your body drains out of you. âI think I want to sleep for a week.â
He huffs, pressing a kiss to your hair. Then, to Nesta, âAre they dead?â
âDifficult to kill a vine,â she deadpans. âI tried to get her to rest, but sheâs worse than you. Get me back to Cassian, would you? Heâs tugging on the bond like a child.â
His hand leaves your back to grab a hold of her and winnow you all back to Velaris through his shadows, which cling to you, fussing around your ankle like itâs a mortal wound. You barely feel the jump, Azriel making sure to keep you upright when you land on the terrace of the townhouse.
âHeâs downstairs,â you hear him say.Â
Nesta pauses for a moment, but then the door to the inside clicks, and itâs just you and Az.
âDo I want to know what happened to make Nesta look at you like she might actually like you?â he asks quietly, pulling away so he too can fuss over you.
You kick his shadows away. âI think weâve come to an understanding,â you say. âMaybe we arenât friends just yet but, itâs something.â
â...Good.â
Yeah, you think. It is.
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as the snow fight reached its height, hans versus june and sunnyâs teamwork, he worked double time to fight the attacks that came his way. the snow hitting him square in the chest only fueled him further, unleashing more snow their way as he worked fast. âif youâre her knight, iâmââ hans paused, thinking of all the fantastical beasts sunny always came up with ââiâm the snow dragon! i make snow blizzards!â
when he said he wanted to make snowmen and be out in the snow, this was exactly what he had in mind. something fun, something that unleashed the loudest laughters and giggles from sunny, something she could hold in her memories forever. he was not sure if things would be as beautiful and perfect as today was, or if he could have brought out this laughter from her by himself, but seeing everything play out like this tugged at his heart, a reassuring warmth that made his every move more animated, more energetic.Â
like he had no doubts in the world.Â
because here, as they were play fighting each other in the snow, a lot of honest truths were revealed to him.Â
he could see how june protected sunny from even the most innocent snowball, how he always made sure she had another snowball in her hands to send hansâ way, and how his eyes looked at her full of warmth and care. hans could see it plain as day, he had already placed sunny center in his life, and there was no hiding how much she meant to him.Â
hans already saw how careful he was with her, how attentive when they were at school and even when they had those dinners together, but as time passed, as juneâs days became more entangled in theirs, he felt that bond grow. as a father who was the most protective person in sunnyâs life, it gave him a sigh of relief knowing that, if something happened���if he couldnât be there for sunny for whatever reasonâjune would be there.Â
he could trust him.Â
and, hans realized, he already did.Â
the honesty he saw in juneâs movement was echoed by the same honesty in sunnyâs clear laughter, in the way she gravitated toward him for protection, for help, for attention. she had carved out a space for him in her heart too, one that didnât just make him her favorite teacher, but her favorite person. the bond they had was something hans wanted to protect as well.Â
he almost felt jealous, having been the only person in sunnyâs life for years, but he found he had no problems sharing the spotlight with june if it meant they could have more of this. he could show sunny that there was always room for love in someoneâs life, even if it was new, even if itâs still something they were figuring out.Â
loveâŚÂ
he paused mid-toss, snowball in hand, as the word caught him off guard. he caught juneâs eye for a second and, feeling self-conscious of where his train of thought had led him, looked away as he threw the ball with less force, letting it land on the rounded snowman to the side, giving it a lump to its perfectly round belly. ânow he has a baby!â hans redeemed himself with a laugh, letting the weirdness of the moment dissipate.Â
there was time to figure out their feelings later on, but for now, it was this moment that mattered.Â
june stood his ground with a crooked grin, arms stretched out slightly like he was shielding a castle wall. he watched hans hurl that snowball, missing him entirely, and didnât even try to hide the smug little sound he made. âyou might have two free hands, but we have four!â he called.
sunny, beside him, beamed like sheâd just been knighted. she turned in her boots and tried valiantly to lift a snowball nearly the size of her head. it promptly crumbled in her mittens, and she let out an offended gasp.
june knelt down, helping her re-pack the snow with his hands guiding hers, more gently than he even realized. âthere,â he murmured, âjust enough to fly and not enough to flatten dad. we want to win, not break him.â she giggled at that, whispering, âokay, mr. june.â like it was a secret plan. she gave the ball a toss â more of a hopeful lob, really â and june whooped when it landed somewhere vaguely close to hansâ boots.
but then came the real danger.
snowflakes rained down on them from hansâ haphazard barrage, clumps breaking apart mid-air and tumbling down like chaos from the sky. sunny squealed, ducking for cover behind juneâs side, her laugh spilling out in bursts like it couldnât help itself.
june didnât think. he just acted â turning, lifting his arm to shield her from the worst of it, his own back catching most of the mess as he hunched over her. âyou alright?â he asked, eyes scanning her beanie-covered head, his voice low and sure even in the thick of battle.
sunny popped her face up, scrunching her nose against the falling flakes. âwe need backup!â
âiâve got you,â june promised, brushing snow off her hood, off her shoulder. âalways.â
it came out too easily, that last part. but he meant it. more than maybe even hans realized. because june had spent too many years feeling like he was the temporary one, the extra, the placeholder until someone better came along. and yet here he was, in a snowy backyard, where he was suddenly the shield, the teammate, the person someone reached for without hesitation. and he wasn't going to let go of that.
he turned back toward hans, squinting dramatically. âyouâve declared war on a child and her loyal knight. youâve left us no choice.â
then, with flair that would make any stage director proud, june spun around and gathered two perfect snowballs. one he tossed up for sunny, guiding her hands with his own. the other he sent flying at hans with precision, smack to the shoulder. âdirect hit!â he shouted triumphantly.
when he glanced at sunny, she was glowing. pure joy. her laughter was loud and free, and for just a second, june could imagine it echoing through seasons, through years. through every snow day and every first day of school and every cozy winter night theyâd spend together.
he didnât just want to protect her from snowballs.
he wanted to protect this.
this moment. this family they were starting to become. this silly little memory that might mean nothing to anyone else but would always mean everything to him.
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feels so good (minsung x afab!reader)



Rating: Explicit (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)
Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung x Reader â reader is AFAB, I used they/them pronouns when pronouns were unavoidable + there is no description of the readerâs appearance or body (except for naming body parts, referred to as âpussyâ and âbreastsâ)
Word count:Â ~14,5k
Summary: You go to a party at the SKZ dorms, play some party games, and things take a somewhat unexpected twist at the end of the night.
Content warnings: alcohol + drinking games (but no one is particularly drunk), explicit language, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), P in V sex, scratching, light spanking, use of pet names (âbabyâ, âkittenâ)
Authorâs note: this is my first SKZ fic, I hope you enjoy <3 would appreciate any and all feedback! Use protection and donât forget to pee after sex if u have a vagina xoxo.
It was party night with Stray Kids. You were looking forward to this, but you were also quite nervous. You hadnât been a part of their close circle for very long yet and youâd only partied with them a couple of times before in that time period. Their schedules didnât often allow for very much time off, especially with all eight of them being free on the same evening and the next day as well. This was one of those rare instances in which they all had an entire weekend off, so you knew what that meant.
Yes, the boys were all in their twenties, but they still often acted like a group of rowdy teenagers, and if you were honest, this was one of the things you loved most about them. You liked that they didnât take things too seriously, that they enjoyed games and having fun and doing whatever it was they felt like without worrying about what anyone else thought. They were pretty accustomed to acting silly on camera already, but especially in the privacy of their own homes, they really didnât hold back. You enjoyed being around that kind of energy because you had always struggled to fully let out your crazy, playful side. But simply by being around them for a couple of months at this point, you were slowly starting to loosen up. And so tonight would be good. You just hoped that you could leave your worries behind and let yourself fully enjoy the chaos.
Of course it didnât help that you had a massive crush on Minho, of all people, and were mortified of him finding out. He was so hard to read and it was definitely taking him the longest out of everyone to really thaw to you, although you did get along fairly well by now. But it just hadnât quite reached that place of effortless ease yet that youâd gotten to naturally with most of the others â some more so than the rest. You got along particularly well with Jisung and Hyunjin and had become very comfortable being your true self around them. The rest of the group even joked around that you were Minhoâs unofficial Paboracha replacement member when he wasnât around, which happened occasionally. He was fond of quiet alone time just as much as he loved hanging out with the rest of the gang, which was something you could relate to and yet another reason you felt drawn to him. But you were very afraid of being laughed at should he find out how you felt. You knew him well enough to be pretty sure he would never be so cruel, even if he didnât reciprocate your feelings, but your stupid anxiety-riddled brain still loved to present you with worst-case scenarios that you couldnât quite disregard.
On top of that, you genuinely werenât sure if there was something romantic going on between him and Jisung and did not want to cause problems if there was. Stray Kids were all fairly open with each other in terms of physical and emotional closeness â and had, at least partially, begun to include you in that, which you loved. They were like this even more so when the cameras were off, but you still didnât know if there were any relationship boundaries that you werenât aware of and did not want to unintentionally step on anyoneâs toes. So needless to say, you felt there was a lot at stake.
You didnât think it was completely unrealistic that your crush would come out at some point tonight, even though you hadnât explicitly confessed it to anybody yet. The group was very used to teasing each other, didnât seem to have many secrets between them, and was extremely good at reading each other â not surprising, given the sheer amount of time everyone spent together. Add alcohol and party games to the mix and the chances became exponentially higher of your secret seeing the light of day. You knew that none of the boys would ever cross any boundaries if you seriously set them and told them you didnât want to talk about something, but you were afraid your behavior would give you away regardless. Still, you were excited for a night of fun and craziness with your eight favorite people, and you didnât want to let your worries take that away from you.
As you were making your way over to the dorms, specifically Felix and Seungminâs, which had been decided on as the location for tonightâs party, your phone buzzed. Minho had just texted the group chat that he would be running late, as he was still taking care of a few things. At first, disappointment washed over you. You were very much looking forward to seeing him â even if the interactions between you two didnât always flow as easily as you wanted, just being around him made you happy. But when you thought about it a little longer, you realized this could be a good thing. It could give you a chance to loosen up and get used to the atmosphere enough to hopefully get out of your head and into the moment as much as possible by the time he got there. With that slight bit of relief in mind, you quickened your pace as you got off the subway and soon arrived at the SKZ dorms, where Felix buzzed you in once you texted him that you were downstairs. He was waiting to greet you at the door of his dorm with an enormous grin on his face and you felt your heart warm instantly at the sight.
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It was a couple of drinks, some chatting and a few quick games into the night. The atmosphere was light-hearted, everyone was loose and laughing, and you could tell the general consensus was to spice things up a little bit. And so you werenât particularly surprised when Felix suggested playing Truth or Dare. It was a game that combined everything he loved: seeing his best friends be silly as well as bonding over shared secrets and anecdotes. Jisung, a lover of chaos, shouted his agreement quickly once Felix brought up the suggestion. Jeongin and Chan pretended like they didnât want to play at first, but you knew from experience that once the game started, Chan could never hide his genuine laugh at the antics, while Jeonginâs appalled face in situations like these was always put on and he was, in fact, enjoying himself. The two of them alone couldnât override the rest of the groupâs wishes regardless. Even if theyâd truly wanted to â one look at Felixâs pleading pout would turn anyone weak.
And so Seungmin began smirking while Changbin rubbed his hands together in glee as you all settled in a circle. Some of you sat on the floor, some on the sofas and armchairs that stood around where the coffee table usually was; it had been moved to the side for tonight. Hyunjin plopped down onto a big armchair, pulling you with him. He casually rested his arms on top of your legs as you draped them across his. Once everyone had settled you made eye contact with Felix, whose eyes glinted from the other side of the circle, before he shifted them to look at the man sitting with you.
âHyunjin, truth or dare?â
âDare,â Hyunjin smirked, radiating confidence, his facial expression basically begging Felix to do his worst. But it was Felix, and Felix was an angel who took every opportunity to see his friends be cute with each other, so he started the game off by daring Hyunjin to kiss anyone of his choosing on the cheek. You groaned in mock annoyance as Hyunjin shifted your legs off of him in order to fulfill his dare, but just before he could, Felix told him to wait and ran out of the room quickly. When he returned he was carrying red lipstick, which he handed to his friend. The latter took it from him reluctantly and Felix grinned in delight.
While Hyunjin was applying the lipstick, Changbin couldnât stop himself from shouting out how beautiful he looked and proceeding to offer himself repeatedly and quite enthusiastically as the âkiss victimâ. This earned him a light punch on the arm from Jisung, who was next to him on the ground. Hyunjin threw his head back, laughing out loud, and shot Changbin a grin before kneeling down next to Jeongin instead. Changbin crossed his arms and sent a mock-offended pout Hyunjinâs way, but he couldnât hold his giggle back for long at the scene that was unfolding.
Jeongin was protesting vehemently and wailing as Hyunjin got closer and closer to him, straining his neck to move his head as far away as possible. But he couldnât prevent the inevitable, and when Hyunjin gave him a big smacker on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark, the smile on his face spoke for itself â as did the overjoyed expressions on everyone elseâs. Chan reached over to pinch a fake-pouty Jeonginâs other cheek, delighted. You found yourself grinning as well as a red-lipped Hyunjin returned to the armchair and you made space for him to get back into his earlier position, draping your legs back over his body and reaching up to run your hand over his hair affectionately as you did.
Hyunjin proceeded to dare Changbin to freestyle a sexy dance, which he gladly did, quickly hijacking the playlist in order to play one of his favorite girl group songs. Then he strutted into the center of the group, half-drunk beer in hand, and gave it his all, finishing his little dance off with a hip thrust and wink in Hyunjinâs direction. The latter couldnât stop laughing in delight the entire time â you could feel his entire body vibrating from it and it made you giggle uncontrollably as well.
You took a moment to appreciate the pure positive energy in this room. Jeongin was still shielding his eyes from when Changbin had shaken his butt in his direction; Felix was grinning from ear to ear; Jisung was doubled over in tears from laughter. You felt so warm and fuzzy inside, surrounded by your favorite people. Only Minho was missing to complete this moment. But he would be here soon, and for now everything was going as you had hoped: you were feeling quite relaxed.
Despite that, you had still decided to stick to dares for now in order to avoid any potentially awkward questions, so when Changbin picked you to go next, he ended up daring you to sing a part of one of SKZâs songs. You groaned and smacked your hand against your forehead, knowing full well you were about to embarrass yourself. But then again â these boys embarrassed themselves all the time. And you loved them for it. Time to steer into the chaos, then. You cleared your throat exaggeratedly, then proceeded to rap Felixâs part in âMaze of Memoriesâ, complete with a fake deep voice and terrible Australian accent, dancing around on your armchair with Hyunjin while everyone else cheered and pumped their fists.
Next you dared Jisung to close his eyes and let Seungmin feed him something without knowing what it would be. This earned you a smile from Seungmin that could only be described as pure evil before he went and got a slice of lemon to stick in Jisungâs mouth. The latterâs expression was priceless as he bit into it.
As the game wore on, your cheeks began to almost hurt from laughter. More truths and dares were flung around the group, among them: Chan eating a spoonful of hot sauce, which made him turn as red as a tomato; Felix shamefully revealing his most recent League of Legends stats; Seungmin reading out his most recent Google searches (some of which were very questionable); Jeongin letting Chan do his hair full of sparkly ribbons and little butterfly clips (no one questioning why Felix had all of these just laying around); Changbin recalling an embarrassing story about a time heâd mistakenly thought someone wanted his autograph, but theyâd really just needed his signature on a receipt; Jisung revealing the weirdest place heâd ever had sex, and Hyunjin drawing a silly, purposely bad picture of one of the others and letting everyone guess who it was supposed to be. Eventually you were asked again.
You picked dare, and when Hyunjin dared you to kiss somebody on the lips with a smirk on his face, you ooh-ed right along with the rest of the group, in too good of a mood to overthink anything right now. You glanced around the room at all the boys, but you wanted this to be as comfortable as possible, so you were really only considering your two closest friends for it. And since you didnât feel like getting lipstick on you right now, you quickly got up off of Hyunjinâs lap and crossed the circle to kneel in front of Jisung. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he giggled along with you. You made sure to ask if he was okay with this, and when he nodded you could hear Changbin cackling to one side of you and were well aware of Chan grinning on the other. Then, before you knew it, your lips were on Jisungâs and your hands had found their way into his hair.
Maybe it was the alcohol youâd had â you werenât really drunk, but definitely tipsy. Or maybe it was a momentary lapse in reason, who knew. But all of a sudden you felt like you were experiencing that clichĂŠ shit thatâs always described in romance novels or seen in cheesy movies. Like⌠you genuinely could have sworn that time stopped and the world around you melted away for a second. That was how good it was, and you had not been prepared to feel that way. Jisungâs hair was so fluffy, his lips were so soft, he tasted so sweet, and you wanted to deepen the kiss so badly⌠but it was over before you knew it, because as soon as his fingers found their way onto the small of your back and you felt his tongue lightly brush your lips, it hit you that you were currently being watched by six other pairs of eyes.
And just like that, the world came back into focus and Changbinâs signature high-pitched giggle penetrated your ears. You pulled away from Jisung and looked at him sheepishly â his mouth was still open, cheeks still flushed. Then you made your way back to the other side of the room. You settled on the floor below the armchair this time, between Hyunjinâs legs, wrapping an arm around one of them as if to ground yourself with it. The rest of the group was laughing and wolf-whistling. You made eye contact with a wide-eyed Han Jisung once more before quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat when Seungmin reminded you that it was your turn.
âRight,â you laughed, trying desperately to play it cool, and quickly asked Seungmin, who picked dare. You dared him to make what he thought Chanâs orgasm face would look like, earning hysterical laughter and cries of outrage (ahem, Jeongin). Chan himself seemed too stunned to react at all. And just like that your mood began to lighten up once more, though you would have been lying if youâd said you werenât still thinking about the feel of Jisungâs lips on yours and that little ghost of a touch of his hands on your back. It wasnât like heâd never touched you before â he did it all the time. But this had been different. Now was not the time though, so you willed yourself to focus on the game. Seungmin had just dared Jeongin to greet Minho like one of his cats once said man arrived. And oh. Right. Minho. There was still Minho to think about. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had been unable to keep your mind off of for months. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had forgotten about for a moment there.Â
And as if he had known, just then the second oldest of the boys walked through the door. Your stomach did that somersault thing it always did when you saw him. He made eye contact with you as he entered the dorm with an extra six-pack of beers in one hand. Your heart leapt into your throat as you gave him a small wave⌠and then he was looking down in confusion at a red-faced Jeongin with a kiss mark on his cheek as well as ribbons and clips all over his hair. The maknae was rubbing against Minhoâs legs on all fours, eventually even meowing once after the rest of the group begged him to do so. Minhoâs confused expression turned into an amused smirk and he bent down to pat the youngest on the head gently. Jeongin blushed and quickly made his way back to his spot on the floor, where he buried his head in his knees. Chan reached over to ruffle his hair and the groupâs giggles that seemingly hadnât stopped all night grew even louder, reverberating around the room.
The game naturally ceased as regular conversation returned. The group caught Minho up to speed on some of what he had missed while he cracked open a beer â though for some reason no one brought up your kiss with Jisung. You certainly werenât going to. Minho explained that heâd been intending to arrive earlier, but had had a few things to deal with that had been stressing him out. He then declared that he just wanted to relax and catch up on the drinking a little bit, and that was when Felix got that little glimmer in his eyes once more that told you he wanted to play another game â and sure enough, he suggested Never Have I Ever next.
âCome on, we havenât played this one in ages!â he exclaimed excitedly, looking around the room for approval. Seungmin nodded his agreement as he sat back down on the floor cross-legged; he had just returned from the kitchen with a couple of bowls of chips he placed in the middle for everyone. You quickly grabbed one of them for you and Hyunjin to share. A few of the others agreed enthusiastically as well while reaching for the snacks themselves. You noticed Minho hadnât reacted to Felixâs suggestion and the younger Australian quickly addressed him. âCome on, hyung, thisâll get you in the party mood!â
Minho had settled beside Jisung by now, the two of them sitting close together at the foot of a sofa, their backs leaning against it, their legs touching. Jisung nudged Minho in the ribs and encouraged him with a playful âCome on, baby!â, which Minho responded to with an eyeroll and a âFine.â But a crooked little smile graced his lips and Felix clapped happily.
This particular game was one you had never played with the boys before. You were sure there werenât many secrets between them, so to them it was probably more a game of exposing each other and targeting individuals to drink rather than actually finding out juicy secrets, but you were bound to learn quite a bit about them and them about you. And mostly everyone seemed to be in quite a spicy mood. The questions went to all sorts of raunchy places that had Jeongin shaking his head, from things as comparatively harmless as âNever have I ever gone skinny dippingâ to topics such as sexual experiences and even kinks. Occasionally, innocent questions were thrown in by somebody just to keep it light (and keep Jeongin from losing his mind entirely).
Throughout the game you found yourself sneaking glances over to Jisung without initially being aware you were doing it a lot of the time. In fact, your eyes were on him almost as often as they were on Minho right now, though every time you noticed yourself looking in their direction, you tried to stop. But you couldnât help but feel Jisungâs eyes on you too, and eventually Minho started eyeing both of you, seeming to have picked up on something. He looked mildly irritated, as if he couldnât figure out what exactly was going on. When his eyes met yours, you quickly averted your gaze again and tried your best to focus on the game that was happening.
Which became easy once Jeongin spoke up with the next question. The question itself wasnât shocking, especially given the direction the game had already gone in. It was the fact that it had come from the youngest, who claimed not to want to indulge everyone elseâs dirty minds, that made it so surprising.
âNever have I ever had a sex dream involving someone in this room,â he grinned, eyes scanning the group as he himself raised his beer to his lips. You looked up at Hyunjin who smirked, taking a sip as well. Changbin couldnât hold himself back from shouting âIt was about me, right? You can tell them it was about me, Hyunjin-ah, itâs okay!â, which got everyone giggling again. You drank too, but avoided looking at anybody else as you did so. Actually, it seemed like everybody in the room had taken a sip at that question.
Seungmin decided to take it a step further when it was his turn next. âNever have I ever fooled around with anybody in this room,â he stated with a deadpan expression, and your eyes widened in anticipation as you looked up from your beer, trying not to make it too obvious that you were most curious as to whether or not Jisung and Minho would drink. You saw that Minho had a hand resting on Jisungâs thigh by this point. And then, sure enough, the two of them raised their beers to take a sip at roughly the same time, even exchanging a tiny little blink-and-youâd-miss-it smile as they did. You also noticed Jisungâs cheeks turning a light pink. You suddenly became very aware of your heart pounding heavily in your chest.
You did notice a couple of other beers being raised in your peripheral vision, including Hyunjinâs right next to you â you were back on the armchair at this point. But to be completely honest, you werenât paying enough attention to really register who else was drinking. You would definitely kick yourself for this later, but right now you were simply focused on the confirmation of Jisung and Minhoâs relationship being (or at least at some point having been) more than platonic â and what knowing that was doing to you.
You werenât sure at all how to feel about it, especially because at this point in the night you were painfully aware of how badly you wanted to kiss (and do more than that with) not just Minho, but also Jisung again â that second part you really hadnât planned on. And maybe it was just the alcohol clouding your brain, but it didnât really feel that way, because you still werenât really drunk. You were only taking small sips of beer and drinking lots of water in between.
It was so hard to make sense of what you were feeling. You werenât jealous of the two of them being with each other. You wanted them to enjoy themselves and be happy, and were glad if they could give each other that. The thing was just that you wanted â like, wanted â both of them too. Badly. You couldnât deny that at this point. And you were afraid that wasnât ever going to be possible, nor did you want to get in the way of whatever they had going on.
But then again⌠you remembered the way Jisung had been looking at you, both after the kiss and several times since then. And as you were thinking about it, your eyes drifted to him and⌠he was doing it again. Looking at you like that. Looking at you like that with his damn fluffy hair and his damn flushed cheeks and his damn kissable freaking lips. Your heart skipped a beat and your gaze flickered over to Minho. And he looked at you too. And then at Jisung. His eyes kept jumping between the two of you, but he had an eyebrow furrowed, as if he was still trying to figure out just what was happening here. You wished you knew yourself. You gulped and tried to clear your mind, turning your attention back to the game that was resuming now that everyone had gotten all the cheering and whistling out of their system in response to the previous question.
Felix informed Minho that it was his turn, so the latter cleared his throat with a little shake of his head before glancing around the room with that devilish little glint in his eyes youâd come to love so much.
âNever have I ever pissed in JYPâs front yard.â This caused the entire room to burst out laughing, several of them clapping as they did. You clearly were missing some kind of inside joke, but it was pretty self-explanatory once Changbin whined out an âI hate you, hyungâ and reached across Jisungâs lap to playfully punch Minho in the thigh. Minho shot him an overly exaggerated crazy-eyed death glare in return. Changbin raised his beer to his lips sheepishly and you joined Hyunjin in his full-body laughter that was shaking the entire armchair again as you pictured the scene. Minho looked around the room with a furtive little smile on his face, like he was really proud of himself.
The game went on for a while longer, the conversation and laughter flowed and you focused on just enjoying yourself once more. However, you still couldnât prevent your eyes from drifting over to the two boys across from you every so often â just like you couldnât prevent the jolt of electricity that went through your body every time you caught one of them looking at you too.
Eventually the group moved on to other games, more laughter and chatter, and finally the night seemed to be drifting towards an end as Chan began to yawn, earning him lots of teasing comments from the others (but mostly Seungmin) about how old he was. But then the others started getting quieter and more sleepy bit by bit as well, Hyunjin yawning and stretching overly dramatically every so often. You had been sort of keeping your distance from the two boys you couldnât keep your mind off of, but had still been surreptitiously observing them. They were in a good mood, both still at fairly high energy levels â particularly Jisung, who kept suggesting more games and didnât seem to want the night to end. You didnât want it to either. But eventually, when even Felix became very sleepy, even briefly dozing off sprawled out on one of the sofas with his head on Changbinâs lap, the rest of you knew it was time to get going.
Felix and Seungmin hugged each of you goodbye one by one as you left their dorm. The two of them had had to stop Chan from cleaning up around the room and usher him out despite how tired he was. Minho was the last one out the door, and he couldnât resist slapping each of the hosts on the butt as he left, even giving Seungmin a little squeeze. They shook their heads with a smile as they shut the door behind him. You sighed. It was silent out here.
You did not feel like a journey home in the middle of the night right now. But you knew that if you needed a place to stay, somebody would definitely let you crash. Chan had already told Felix he would be happy to let you stay over (or pay for a taxi if you preferred to go home) when the younger Australian had showed concern, not wanting to let you leave until he knew youâd be safe. Hyunjin was currently loitering close by you as well, an arm protectively around your shoulder, and you knew heâd have no problem offering you his bed either. Youâd stayed at his and Changbinâs dorm previously when it had gotten late after you were all hanging out. In fact, that was where you were intending to go tonight again, and were just about to start heading in that direction with them when Jisung spoke up.
âY/N, do you want to come hang out with us a little longer? Me and Minho-hyung arenât that tired yet. You can stay over, donât worry.â Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Did he seem⌠nervous? You couldnât tell. You glanced at Minho next, but he was just looking back at you blankly, blinking a couple of times.
Youâd never spent a lot of time at their dorm before, despite being quite close with Jisung, mainly because you worried about bothering Minho. But as nervous as the thought made you right now, especially after the way the night had gone, you absolutely wanted to spend more time with the two of them â even if you werenât sure it was smart, exactly.
âYeah, okay,â you replied, trying your best not to seem overly eager. You turned into Hyunjinâs arms to give him a quick hug goodbye, then the others as well. Chan patted you on the shoulder before he turned to walk back to his dorm with Jeongin. Changbin and Hyunjin skipped away in the opposite direction arm in arm. And that left you in the dimly lit hallway with Minho, Jisung and a racing heart.
âWell, letâs go then,â Minho said and again, you couldnât tell what he was thinking. You thought there was the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips, but it was dark and he was Minho, so who knew, really. Either way, you followed him as he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. It was a short walk across the courtyard to their dorm and as you entered the cold night air, a brief shiver went through your body. Jisung put an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder, and the two of you walked the rest of the way like that. It wasnât far, but it was so silent the entire way that it somehow felt longer than it should have. But you were smiling nonetheless. And you were suddenly quite aware of how good Jisung smelled.
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Once inside the boysâ dorm, you were wracking your brain trying to think of something to say to break the silence, but you couldnât come up with anything and you cursed yourself for it. For once you actually sort of wished you were drunker, so you maybe wouldnât be worrying so much about embarrassing yourself. Although then again, maybe it was good you werenât, because who knew what you would say if you werenât thinking clearly. As it was, you were already pretty sober again and the boys didnât seem particularly drunk either. Jisung was a lightweight, but he usually sobered up fairly quickly and the night air seemed to have helped him along, while Minho could hold his liquor pretty well and hadnât ended up drinking that much tonight after all. He got each of you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted, sitting at their kitchen island and tracing the pattern of the granite with your fingertip.
You looked up and noticed Minho quirking an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks get a little hot. You needed someone to speak. Now. This was unbearable. Were they feeling the same way you were? Or were they relaxed? Why werenât they saying anything? Anything, any topic at all, please. You thought about the evening youâd just had, whether there was something you could use to start a conversation. And then you had it. You took a deep breath and put on a smile.
âSo Changbin really pissed in JYPâs yard, huh?â This instantly set Jisung off in a fit of hysterical laughter, doubling over and clutching the kitchen counter for support. You breathed a sigh of relief as you continued. âI need to hear the whole story. Please.â And just like that the tension lifted again as the boys recounted the event, you commenting how badly you wished youâd been there in between giggles.
The conversation naturally moved onto other topics from there and things felt right and normal again between all three of you. These were the boys youâd gotten to know as good friends over the past few months and you even began to wonder what you had been so in your head about all night. The three of you chatted about all sorts of things for a little while and eventually you landed on the topic of movies. When you confessed that youâd never actually seen a Deadpool movie, Jisung was so taken aback he suggested you watch the first one instantly.
And so the three of you ended up on Minhoâs bed with the movie playing on his big TV screen. You knew he had one in his bedroom because he loved nothing more than to relax watching an anime when he wanted some alone time. The TV was nicer than the one in the living room and the bed was big enough for the three of you to be comfortable, so here you were. Jisung had instantly sprawled out in the middle, insisting he needed cuddles from two of his most favorite people, and you both gladly indulged him â though you did catch Minho rolling his eyes jokingly as Jisung pulled him down and flung his right arm around his shoulders. You settled against his left side, taking in his scent and giggling at the way his hair tickled your forehead. Then you began to watch the movie.
About twenty minutes into it, you felt your stomach growl a little bit. It was around 2 am; not excessively late yet, since the party had begun fairly early, but you did realize that you hadnât had a proper meal since this afternoon. You hoped no one had heard you, but either Minho had or he was hungry himself, because not long after, be briefly paused the movie and offered to take a quick walk down the street to the boysâ favorite late-night fast food place to grab something for you all, saying he wanted some fresh air anyway. Jisung quickly nodded eagerly and you confessed you were hungry too. You asked Minho if he wanted any company, feeling bad about sending him out by himself at this time of night, but he said he didnât mind and told you guys to continue watching; heâd seen the movie enough times anyway. And that was how he ended up leaving you two alone in his bedroom⌠and all of a sudden your mind was right back in the place you had fought so hard to get it out of earlier.
You tried to concentrate on the movie. You really did. But you werenât catching a damn thing that was happening on the screen. You were overly aware of every single thing about Jisung â his earthy scent youâd decided you really liked; the way his hair was still brushing against your forehead; the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing; the curve of his collarbone under your head. His heartbeat, which you swore was a little quicker than it should have been. You were also overly aware of your own heartbeat, which was definitely quicker than it should have been and seemed much louder than usual. And suddenly you were terrified that he had noticed it too, that he suddenly knew exactly what was going through your mind. You slowly turned your head, hoping to sneak a glance at his expression and gauge the situation. And he was looking right at you. Your heart stopped momentarily and your belly fluttered in the way that had been reserved for Minho and Minho only up until now. You wanted to look away before it got awkward. You wanted to but you couldnât, because he was looking at you like that again. Like he had been all night. Like⌠like he wanted to kiss you again.
You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. His eyes flickered to your mouth. Then back up to your eyes. Then back to your mouth. And then he was kissing you. His hands found your waist. One of yours crept up to caress his jaw while the other instantly tangled itself back into the hair you had been dying to touch again all night. You melted into his embrace.
The kiss was sloppy in the most perfect way, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel every part of him, from his hands that were finally resting properly on the small of your back, to his legs that had become entangled with yours, to his tongue â Jisungâs tongue, your friend Jisungâs tongue â to his hipbones, to his crotch, where you felt something twitching and beginning to grow hard. A small moan escaped you. And all of a sudden this was very real. And you remembered that you were in Lee fucking Minhoâs bed. You suddenly pulled back a little bit, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jisungâs eyes found yours again, searching.
âWait, wait, wait,â you said breathlessly. For a second you forgot what you were going to say as you looked at him â his messed-up hair, his flushed face, his dilated pupils, his glistening mouth that had tasted so sweet. And oh no, he was biting his lip. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. âWait.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Jisung asked, voice full of concern. You had to tell him. You had to be honest before this went any further. It was too weird for you to be doing this. But wow, you did not want to tell him. Especially not when you could be kissing him instead.
âI⌠I need to be honest with you about something,â you groaned. This was so embarrassing. Was he going to hate you? Tell you it was messed up to have been kissing him when you were harboring feelings for his best friend? Or was it his boyfriend? His sexual partner? Did it matter? Oh god, you didnât want to ruin it all. But you couldnât ignore it.
âWhat is it, baby?â Oh, now why��did he have to call you that? Didnât he realize he was making this even more difficult for you? His eyebrows were furrowed. âIs everything okay?â And it was too late to back out of the truth now, because he was actually worried, and you werenât going to leave him feeling that way. The mood was probably already ruined regardless. You averted your gaze.
âI⌠donât know if we should be doing this. I kind of⌠um⌠have a thing for Minho? Oh god.â You could see the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upwards out of the corner of your eye and felt his gaze on your skin like it was burning you. âDonât look at me. Ugh. Iâm so sorry. It was so weird of me to be all over you like this, I donât know what got into me, Iâve had a crush on Minho for months and I donât even know whatâs going on between you two â not that you need to tell me, I just donât want to butt in, I promise I didnât plan for any of this to happen, oh god this is so fucking embarrassing, I can totally understand if you want me to leave, I can call a cab or maybe Hyunjin is still awake and I can go over there instead, just please tell me we can figure out a way to keep being friends, IâŚâ You trailed off. The silence was deafening. Your cheeks were on fire. Why wasnât he saying anything? You had to look up at him, didnât you? You did not want to. You swallowed once. And peeked. He was smiling. Why was he smiling? Was he laughing at you? That would be even worse than youâd feared. You were about to turn your eyes away again when he put a hand on your shoulder.
âY/N.â
âJisung.â
âJust⌠take a breath, okay? Everythingâs fine.â
âIf everythingâs fine, why are you laughing at me? Maybe this is amusing to you, but itâs not to me, this is mortifying, I donât want to lose my friends, Iâm so embarrassed right now, I donât even know what to-â
And all of a sudden you were cut off by his lips again. You quickly pulled back. He moved with you. His eyes were laser focused on your mouth. He looked like he was getting ready to devour you. You wanted to let him so badly.
âJisung!â
âY/N!â He was giving you nothing. You groaned. You kissed him. You couldnât help yourself. You were melting into the kiss again, into him. His tongue was so soft and felt so good in your mouth. Your arms snaked around his waist. His hand made its way to your ass. Your eyes shot open. You detached your lips from his once more and put a little space between your bodies, placing a hand on his chest to ensure the distance was kept this time. You could still feel the heat radiating off of him. It was intoxicating.
âJisung, we need to focus! Minho will be back any second, this is weird!â You looked at him, trying to convey how serious you were with your eyes, but it was difficult when you were sure you were in just as flustered and flushed a state as he was â and seeing him like that was making it very hard to concentrate. He sighed, but there was still a little smile on his lips.
âLook, Y/N, I wasnât necessarily expecting it either, but I donât know, I think I like you.â
âI mean⌠you were definitely kissing me like you do.â
âHey!â he exclaimed. âYou kissed me first!â
âThatâs⌠true. But in my defense, it was only because Hyunjin dared me.â
âTo kiss anybody in the room. Not me specifically.â
âI hate you.â
âI wanted it.â He grinned at you. Your heart skipped a beat.
âBut⌠Minho?â You swallowed uneasily.
âWhat about him?â
âI just told you I like him.â
âI know.â
âDo you like him?â
âYeah.â
âDoes he like you?â
âYeah.â He said it so nonchalantly. It drove you crazy.
âDonât you think this is way too complicated?â
âI think youâre making it a lot more complicated than it needs to be.â You smacked your own forehead at his words.
âNow what on earth does that mean?â
âLook, Y/N, the way I see it, itâs kinda simple. I like Minho, so I kiss Minho. I like you, so I kiss you.â
âBut I like Minho.â
âDo you like me?â
âI think so.â
âThen kiss me.â
âI want to, but â stop!â He was moving closer again. âDoesnât it bother you that I like Minho?â
âNo, why? Minhoâs great. And beautiful. I totally get it.â
âWell, you said he likes you. And I donât want to, like⌠cause any problems.â Jisung smiled at your concern. You did not want his pity.
âLook. I know Minho can come across as kind of⌠possessive? But trust me. He will not be bothered by us hooking up. The only thing he might be bothered by is if we didnât offer to include him.â You swore you forgot how to breathe for a moment when you heard those words. Jisung clearly noticed your reaction, because his smile widened considerably. He was enjoying this, wasnât he? You couldnât even tell if he was being serious. What on earth had you gotten yourself into?
âDid I just hear you right, Han Jisung?â
âYou did.â
âYouâre suggesting we hook up⌠with Minho.â
âI am.â
âYou want us to hook up. With Minho. You. And me. And Minho. Yes?â
âYup.â He clearly noticed you were not processing this at all, so he continued. âDid you think I was just hoping to get in a secret quickie with you before he came back? You know the restaurantâs not that far away, right? Heâs already been gone longer than I thought.â
âWere you guys⌠planning something? Is he, like⌠expecting to come back to this?â
âNope. But sometimes things happen. And so you go with the flow, you know?â
âYou didnât talk to him about wanting to have⌠a threesome⌠with me tonight? Thatâs not why you invited me over?â
âNope. We just wanted to hang out. But now I want to have a threesome. Do you want to?â
âI mean⌠yes? But, like. Will Minho even want to?â
âWeâll ask him.â He made it sound so simple.
âDoes Minho even like me?â You were terrified of the answer.
âDonât know. I know he thinks youâre really hot, though.â
âHe told you that?â
âLots of times.â Oh. Well, that was that. Your brain had officially stopped working. How were you supposed to process this information? And it was almost scary, the way Jisung seemed to be reading your mind right now, because the next thing he said was: âI want you to stop thinking so much about it all. You donât need to figure it out.â
âI⌠donât?â
âDo you trust me?â
âYes.â
âOkay, good.â His voice had become an almost-whisper as he had inched his way closer to you once more, now taking the hand that had been placed on his chest into his own and intertwining your fingers. You could feel the breath coming from his mouth when he spoke. Something in you wanted to protest more â that part of your brain that was such a seasoned overthinker that it short-circuited whenever something interrupted that process. But Jisung wasnât going to give you a chance to. And honestly, you were grateful to him for it. And so you gave in to the kiss once more. Fully, this time.
You lost yourself in him, let his hands roam your body, let yours roam his in return, every curve, every bone. You felt his chest contracting against yours with each heavy breath he took. When he detached his mouth from yours you almost whined in protest, until he attached it to your neck instead and you forgot everything, focused only on how good his teeth felt on your sensitive skin, saliva everywhere. Your hands slid under his sweater. His skin was so smooth; you could feel the muscles in his back and stomach tensing as you ran your hands all over them, caressing him, incoherent moans escaping you. He was perfect. And he was so good at this. Why was he so good at this?
âMmh, Jisung. So⌠good,â you moaned into his hair and he began sucking on your neck even more aggressively at that. His sweater was slipping off his shoulder and you wanted to get him out of it so badly. Your hands reached for the hem of it, began pulling it up⌠and just then you heard the sound of a key in the lock. And you froze for a moment. Jisung looked up at you. You made eye contact with him. His eyes were glinting like he knew something you didnât. Like he was almost sure Minho would be happy to join you. Meanwhile you were terrified once again of Minho coming into his own bedroom, finding you in this state with his Han Jisung, and being absolutely disgusted. But the situation was what it was now. And his steps were coming closer to the bedroom. Your belly did a somersault. And he came through the door.
You had moved away from Jisung a little bit and attempted to smooth your clothes down. Regardless of all that, you knew your neck was a mess, so it was probably pointless to even try to look presentable. But it had been an automatic reaction to try and fix your appearance. Jisung had done no such thing. His hair was all over the place, his sweater was still half off, and there was a very obvious erection straining against his jeans. Not to mention the lust-filled grin that was plastered on his face as he looked at the man that had just come through the doorway.
âHi, Minho,â he grinned.
âUm, hi guys,â the older of the boys responded and you noticed the corner of his mouth quirk up. You looked away quickly when his gaze met yours, hating the fact that you were so nervous again. âWhatâs going on here?â He couldnât keep the amusement out of his voice as he reached for the remote to pause the movie that was still running. Both you and Jisung couldnât stop yourselves from chuckling as you realized it had been on this whole time.
âWe, uh⌠might have gotten a little distracted,â you said sheepishly after your giggles had subsided.
âI can see that.â Minho smirked as he observed the state the two of you were in. âWell, thereâs fried chicken in the kitchen, but Iâm sure it can be reheated later.â You couldnât help but giggle again at that deadpan statement.
âMinho-hyung.â
âYes, Han?â Your heart was pounding as you looked expectantly at the beautiful man standing in the doorway. The man youâd dreamed about so many times. The man whose bed you were currently in⌠with somebody else. Was this the moment you were finally going to get your hands on him? Was something way beyond what youâd ever dreamed of about to happen?
âDo you want to⌠join us?â And yes. Jisung had really just said those words. There was no going back now. You swallowed as you awaited Minhoâs response. He didnât say anything at first. But he made his way towards the bed. It sunk as he crawled onto it and took his place on the other side of Jisung once more. Jisung could barely contain himself; he was biting his lip again and his hand was already reaching for Minhoâs hip, attempting to pull him closer. But Minho looked at you again first.
âY/N, are you comfortable with this?â And you could tell he was holding back from pouncing â on someone, anyone, either of you, both of you â, just waiting to make sure this was something you really wanted. And you loved him for it. But if he couldnât tell by now how badly you wanted him, what with the way your eyes were dripping with lust and your chest was heaving as you stared at him, then you were better at acting than youâd thought.
âGod, just get in here, Minho.â
He did not need to be asked twice. He pounced. His lips were on yours in an instant and it was everything youâd ever imagined it to be. He was rough in all the right ways and he tasted even better than you could have dreamed. As you ground into Jisungâs hip, he hoisted Minhoâs thigh over his other side, attaching his lips to the older boyâs neck. Then he quickly began to unbutton Minhoâs shirt as the two of you continued to make out messily, pausing in between for air and to finally help Jisung out of his sweater as well. Youâd never seen the younger of the two quite this excited before and it did things to you that you had no words to describe.
Both of them were so beautiful. Both of them smelled so good. Their scents were all over the room as sweat was already mingling, and you briefly pulled away to take your own shirt off as well. Both pairs of eyes were on you as you did so, and you returned the gaze, looking at their bodies in awe. Jisung had begun unbuttoning his jeans now and Minho reached a hand down to stop him.
âLet me.â The way he said those words sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly he was pulling you back towards them as well, shoving you down next to Jisung. You began kissing and biting the younger of the two all over his ear, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere you could reach as Minho took his time unbuttoning the manâs jeans and sliding them down his legs excruciatingly slowly, taking his underwear right along with them.
âDonât be shy now,â Minho said to you as you stopped what you were doing to look at Jisungâs boner that stood against his belly, twitching in arousal, all but begging to be touched. âIâve had my fun with it plenty of times. You can get us started.â And so you did. You trailed your hand down towards Jisungâs crotch and around the general area first; his lower body bucked upwards when your fingers brushed the inside of his thigh. He let out a small whine, already breathing heavily, cheeks pink, lips slightly parted. And then you were wrapping a hand around his length, giving it a couple of slow pumps, loving the way it felt pulsing under your palm. Jisung groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head. You caught Minho watching him in awe and thought you might just about die.
You were very aware of your own wetness pooling in your underwear and your pussy twitching, heat coiling in your lower belly. You leant down to place a few excruciatingly soft kisses around Jisungâs crotch and finally on the tip of his cock, before pulling away to start removing your own pants. Minho took the opportunity to attach his mouth to Jisungâs cock and when you heard the moans coming from the younger man, you felt like you couldnât get your clothes off fast enough. Minho was straddling Jisungâs legs by now and Jisungâs hands were grasping for the other manâs crotch too, attempting to rub him through his pants before awkwardly stretching his body to reach for the buttons and fumbling with them desperately. Minho stopped him, pulling his mouth off of his penis with a pop, then sat up straight and smiled. He kept doing that â smiling like that â and you couldnât take your eyes off of him when he did. But Jisungâs whine at the loss of contact pulled your attention back to him for a moment.
âY/N, take over,â Minho ordered, and you took his place eagerly. As you positioned yourself between Jisungâs legs and bent down to take him into your mouth, you felt the bed shift as Minho presumably got undressed⌠and then you felt his hands begin to roam you from behind. They went all over your body, helping you out of your bra before sliding your underwear off and tossing it to the side. There was so much going on that you luckily only had a brief moment to feel self-conscious as you knew Minho was inspecting your ass and pussy from the back. His hands were kneading your ass cheeks while Jisung was grabbing at your breasts desperately. At the same time you could feel him thrusting up into your mouth and heard his moans quickening⌠at which point Minho pulled you off of him and flush against his own naked body instead. You gasped at the feel of his erection against your ass and his hands all over your breasts, kneading, pinching. You turned your head slightly to look at his face, panting. He was smiling at Jisung.
âNot yet, baby,â he told him, before pressing several kisses against your shoulder and the crook of your neck that were so soft you almost burst right then and there, your entire body tingling. You arched your back against him, grinding back against his crotch. His chest was slick with sweat against your back. When he looked up from your shoulder, you tried to catch his lips with yours, but he just teased you with an evil grin before flipping you onto your back next to Jisung once more. You turned your head towards Jisung and the two of you looked at each other, completely breathless. A small giggle escaped you which Jisung quickly reciprocated before pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips. You bit and sucked on his bottom lip for a few moments, then turned your head to look up at Minho as Jisung kept kissing and nibbling along your cheek, your neck, your ear. Your eyes trailed up and down the body of the man youâd been lusting over for months. He looked unbelievable, kneeling over you like that. When your eyes met you couldnât keep yourself from moaning.
You grasped one of his hands, brought his index finger to your mouth and ran your tongue along it before beginning to suck on it, never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. He was watching you intently. You were aching to be touched. He began to lean down, bringing his face impossibly close to yours. You reached for the back of his neck, ready to pull him into a kiss, already feeling his breath on your lips, so eager to taste his mouth once more⌠but he stopped just short of it again, smirked at you once, then turned his attention to Jisung.
He pulled Jisungâs face off of you before kissing him passionately, deeply, as you could only watch in awe. It was too much.
Your hand found its way to your pussy and you began rubbing your clit while simultaneously spreading your wetness around your folds. You whimpered at the sight of the two of them messily making out, tongues battling as their naked bodies ground against each other. You squeezed your legs together tightly once before pressing a first cautious finger into your pussy, then a second. Your other hand had made its way to your own mouth and you moaned into your palm softly, holding back a little bit. Still, the boys broke their kiss to look at you. It took everything in you not to look away â you were so overwhelmed, so turned on you thought you might burst, so self-conscious but still unable to stop touching yourself at the sight of them.
âI think Y/N needs some attention, hm?â Minho purred at Jisung. âWhat do you think? Want to put that tongue of yours to good use?â Jisung began grinning again before sliding his body down the bed a little bit, motioning for you to position yourself on top of his face.
âAre you sure?â You asked him, but he was nodding eagerly before you had even finished your question. Minho took you by the wrist, practically forcing you to stop fingering yourself, and helped you position your body above Jisungâs face, slowly lowering you down until your pussy made contact with the youngerâs mouth. You moaned loudly as soon as it did, grabbing onto the bedâs headboard to steady yourself as your body arched in response. Jisung put a hand on each hip to steady you, and as he ate you out, Minho began to give the rest of your body attention again. His hands and lips were all over you, squeezing your nipples, kissing you behind your ear and all down your back, making you shiver all over. He lightly slapped your ass cheeks and came back up right next to your ear to ask you in an excruciatingly seductive tone if that was okay for you. You nodded quickly.
âYeah?â he asked. âThat feel good?â
âMhmmmm,â you moaned back as he slapped you a couple more times.
âWhat about Jisung? Is he making you feel good?â You could only respond with unintelligible noises as the youngerâs tongue penetrated you deeper at the sound of his name.
âM-Minho,â you brought out breathlessly. You were a bit nervous to ask him for anything, but your arousal overrode your embarrassment. âC-can you scratch me?â You panted. âPlease?â You swore you could hear the smirk in his voice when he answered.
âYou want me to scratch you, kitten?â You nodded, still moaning and holding onto the headboard for dear life, the muscles in your arms flexing. âAs you wish, beautiful.â You barely had time to process the fact that he had just called youbeautiful before his nails were on you. All down your back, along your thighs, your hipbones, everywhere. You moaned even louder. Your body was reacting beyond your control, you could feel the tightening sensation in your lower belly growing exponentially and your legs began to shake so that you wondered if you would even be able to remain upright long enough to orgasm.
âYou like that, huh?â Minho spoke, and you nodded wildly, still desperately trying to keep your body stable. He kept going, grinding against your ass, scratching you and peppering you with kisses all over your neck and back while Jisung held you steady with a firm grip on your hips. Your thighs were quivering at this point and you knew you wouldnât last much longer. Jisung pulled away for an excruciating moment, placed unbelievably soft kisses on the inside of your thigh, and when his lips and tongue reattached to your pussy once more, it didnât take long before you went over the edge. Minho had added one of his fingers into the mix, steadily circling your clit with it as Jisung kept eating you out. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as your orgasm washed over you and you let the two of them hold you up as you rode it out, eyes closed in pure bliss until the last of the waves of pleasure had rocked through your body.
Then you slowly lifted yourself off of Jisung with Minhoâs help, slumping with your back against the headboard, and looked at the two of them sheepishly. You were well aware your mouth was still open but you were incapable of closing it fully at this point in time. You looked at Minho; he was still wearing that mischievous expression. You looked down at Jisung, who was wiping your juices off of his lips, sucking them off his own fingertips as he made eye contact with you. Then you broke into a smile.
âHoly fuck,â you breathed. The boys laughed. It was silent for a couple of seconds save for the sounds of all your heavy breathing.
âAre you done, baby?â Minho asked from where he knelt in front of you.
âGod no,â you responded, earning more chuckles from the two of them. âJust give me a moment.â Your chest was still falling and rising rapidly while your body felt so heavy and sensitive that you didnât think you could move just yet. âCan you keep yourselves busy for a few minutes?â They both looked at you as if that was a stupid question and instantly were all over each other once more. Jisung grabbed Minho by the hips and pulled him down until he was straddling him. They began to make out desperately, hips grinding against each other, pornographic sounds coming from both of their mouths.
Jisungâs hand found its way between Minhoâs legs and when the older of the two broke the kiss briefly to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes tightly shut and let out a strangled moan, you nearly lost it. The veins in his neck were very visible and he had never looked better. No. You most definitely were not done with them yet.
You watched them for a few minutes more, taking in every detail. Jisungâs smooth body, the muscles in his arms tensing up as he had one hand buried in Minhoâs crotch, the other wrapped around his ass to hold him down against him. Minhoâs thighs on either side of him. God, those thighs. You were feeling your own arousal begin to build quickly again and cautiously reached down to touch yourself once more, slowly letting yourself get accustomed to the sensation again without overwhelming your still very sensitive body.
You ached to taste Minho again, to shove your tongue in his mouth, to get your hands on him, on his dick which you had yet to have your fun with. You began crawling towards him, reached a hand into his hair, gently turned his head in your direction. His half-lidded eyes met yours and there was that smile again. You tried to pull his face towards you, but just before his lips met yours, he moved them to your neck instead. You groaned.
âWhatâs- ah! Whatâs wrong, kitten?â he brought out breathlessly in between moans as Jisung kept pumping his hand up and down his cock. You looked down at it until Minho used his spare hand that wasnât currently clutching onto Jisungâs shoulder to pull your face back up by your chin and force you to look into his eyes. âWhat do you need?â As he said that, he trailed his hand down your front until he reached your pussy, where he began slowly circling your clit once more with two of his fingers.
âMmh- Minho, oh god.â A shiver went through you and you closed your eyes to let the sensation fully wash over you. He was using just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed excruciatingly slow circles over your clit and you forgot everything else for a moment.
âTell me, kitten,â he huffed out.
âM-Minho⌠need⌠you,â you panted. Your hips were bucking in his direction every time he completed a circle and you wanted to feel him inside of you immediately. âP-please. Just fuck me.â You opened your eyes to look at him again. He had reached his other hand down to stop Jisung jerking him off and caressed the younger manâs hand gently before reaching past him to the bedside table, where he retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He looked down at his roommate lovingly, then back up at you.
âJisungâs been waiting a little longer than me. Donât you think we should let him go first?â You looked at Jisung and his eyes were so wide, so full of desire. Minho didnât even wait for your response before he unwrapped the condom and began to slowly pull it down over Jisungâs cock, which you noticed was twitching and already dripping precum. You felt your mouth begin to water, despite the devastating loss of Minhoâs fingers on your clit. When he had finished putting the condom on the younger man, he moved to lay down next to him again. âWhat do you think, Jisungie?â Minho asked him, running a finger down his stomach, trailing it between his legs, grazing his cock, causing Jisungâs hips to jerk upwards.
âMmh⌠Y/N. Can I? Can I f-fuck you?â He was panting. He looked incredible. You nodded and moved to straddle him. Who were you to turn him down?
âGod, please,â you breathed out, but just before you could settle on top of him, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over so you were on your back beneath him instead. Your head hit the pillow and you glanced to the side to make eye contact with Minho for a moment. He was licking his lips and moved to stroke your cheek with his hand. You leaned in towards him, but he gently pushed your face back to look at Jisung instead. You complied, your initial frustration forgotten quickly as your eyes settled on the younger of the two who was now towering over you. He had reached up to push a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arm flexed tantalizingly as he did so.
You reached your hands up to run them over his chest and stomach, feeling every breath that he took. His skin was hot and slick with sweat and you reached up to his neck to pull his face down to meet you. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue pushing into your mouth eagerly. Your breath was already quickening from the exhilaration of the kiss alone. When you felt his hand reach down to grasp himself and slowly begin to position his cock at your entrance, it sped up even more in anticipation. You reached your own hand down to spread yourself for him.
He slowly pushed into you and each little bit further he went sent new waves of pleasure radiating out from your stomach through your entire body. He already felt so good and he had barely even begun.
âMmh⌠feel so good, babyâŚâ he groaned as if he was reading your mind again, eyes closed, mouth open as he continued pushing into you until he bottomed out. Then, slowly at first, he began to thrust.
âOh fuck,â you couldnât contain your moans. âJisung!â His hands were on either side of your head now, grasping the pillow for support. Yours were on his ass, pulling him closer, pushing him deeper into you as you slid your hips up and wrapped your legs around his back to find just the right angle. You closed your eyes for a moment, just feeling him, the indescribable sensations going through your body. Both your voices filled the room in time with his thrusts as he settled into a rhythm.
You heard Minho groaning next to you too and when you turned your head to look at him once more, you saw he was slowly stroking his own cock while looking at the two of you. Knowing he was getting off on watching you both amplified your pleasure tenfold and you didnât even know where to look at this point. You wanted to see both of them. But Jisung enclosed your mouth in yet another desperate kiss, taking the decision off your hands as he continued to thrust into you, though you could already feel his movements speeding up and becoming slightly more erratic as he whined into your mouth in pleasure.
You bucked your hips up to meet his movements and help him keep the pace. He pressed his forehead against yours as he moaned your name against your mouth. You reached one of your hands up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He grabbed your hand with his own and intertwined your fingers against the pillow next to your head. You felt Minho begin to place soft kisses all over both of your hands as he continued to writhe against the sheets next to you, still stroking himself agonizingly slowly. You could see his chest rise and fall out of the corner of your eye.
Meanwhile Jisungâs movements were becoming even more frantic. His hand was still on yours, squeezing tight, but he buried his face in your neck again, allowing your skin to swallow up the sounds still coming from his mouth.
âMm- so close, baby,â you felt him groan out, the vibrations from his lips shooting through your entire body. âSo⌠closeâŚâ He turned his head to meet Minhoâs face in a hungry kiss, then looked back at you, the veins in his neck popping out, jaw clenched from how hard he was trying not to cum right now. Yet he didnât slow his movements down.
âLet go, baby,â you whispered, squeezing his ass hard with the hand that was still resting there. And that was all it took. With a few final big thrusts, you felt his cock pulse inside you as he hit his climax, until his movements gradually slowed down. He was panting against your neck again, still holding onto your hand for the final few sporadic, lazy thrusts before he pressed one more kiss to your neck, then came back up to your face to attach his lips to yours again for a moment. Finally he pulled himself out of you, collapsing next to you and trying to catch his breath. You grinned at him and stroked his cheek affectionately. He laid there with his eyes closed for a few moments more before blinking them open and looking at you.
âFuck, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean for that to happen so fast!â
âItâs- oh! Itâs o-kay⌠mmhâŚâ Minhoâs hand had latched onto your pussy so fast you barely had time to register it as the sensation overwhelmed your body. You reached down to stop its movements before you completely lost your mind again. âI still have this one to get through, after all.â You cocked your head in Minhoâs direction and grinned at Jisung, who was wiping sweat off his forehead, where his hair had started to curl slightly. Minho had moved his attention to your breasts, kissing them, then between them, then your belly, then your hipbones.
âStill sorry,â Jisung panted. âI wanted to make you cum.â He pouted a little bit.
âYou already did, remember?â He smiled at that.
âDonât worry, Jisungie, you can still help,â Minho purred, looking up at him. âDo you need more of a break?â he asked you, and when you instantly shook your head he chuckled a little bit before retrieving another condom from the bedside table, sitting up to slide it over his own dick this time. You watched, entranced, until he lifted your face up by the chin with a finger and smirked at you in that way he always did again. You swore you could have cum just from that. He reached down between your legs once more and you could feel yourself trying to squeeze your thighs shut against your control as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.
âMinho,â you warned him, breathing heavily. âNot like this. Need you inside me.â He complied, removing his hand from your pussy and rubbing it over your thigh once instead before leaning down to press a kiss to your hipbone again and nip at it a couple of times.
âWhere do you want me, baby?â he asked as a shiver went through your body. You took a moment to ponder.
âLay down,â you decided. âWant to ride you.â He complied.
As his head hit the pillow, Jisung began to kiss and nip at his upper body while you positioned yourself on top of him. His hands quickly gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging into them as you took his cock into your hand, loving the way it felt, and gave it a couple of strokes, which it responded to as if it had a mind of its own. Your other hand reached for your pussy to spread it again and rub your wetness around a little more before positioning Minhoâs cock at your entrance.
Then, ever so slowly, you began to lower yourself onto it. A guttural moan came from deep inside Minhoâs chest as he shut his eyes for a moment. Now it was your turn to smirk as you slowly took him all the way inside of you before beginning to slide up and down on his cock. He looked even hotter beneath you than youâd ever imagined, than youâd ever thought possible. When he opened his eyes again and looked at you, the eye contact while feeling him inside of you nearly drove you insane.
Jisung was currently squeezing Minhoâs bicep while sucking on his neck. You leant down, hoping to kiss Minho while still keeping your hips moving up and down steadily. Just before your mouths connected, he placed his hand at your lips and shoved his finger back in your mouth instead. You were going to go crazy if he didnât kiss you soon. You hated it. You loved it. It only made you hungrier for him. You sucked and bit at his finger eagerly, relished in his grunts, then sat back up straighter, throwing your head back.
You were starting to get tired but you could not stop going, feeling your pleasure building and building, even more so when Minho began scratching you again, on your back, your thighs, your hips. You arched your back, shut your eyes, moaned his name. He kept his hands on your hips now and slowly his grip began to tighten, holding you down until you couldnât move anymore. Then he pulled himself up until he had his arms around you tightly and his face at your breasts, kissing them, sucking on your nipples one after the other, licking a stripe up your neck. Then he was lifting you off of him.
âTurn around,â he instructed. âOn your knees. Jisungie, you want to help?â The younger nodded excitedly. âGood. Get below them. You can help keep them steady.â Jisung complied. You were straddling his thighs again as Minho gently pushed you down so you were on all fours, hands on either side of Jisungâs head, faces dangerously close together. Then Minho positioned himself behind you again, this time lining himself up with your entrance, asking if you were ready and slowly pushing his cock inside of you once more when you told him you were.
The moan that left your body was the loudest one yet as he bottomed out inside of you, instantly hitting a very deep angle. Jisung swallowed your sounds up hungrily, mouth all over yours. Then Minho grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back. Your upper body slid down a little until your face was on Jisungâs chest and all three of you rocked along with the entire bed as Minho thrust into you steadily. Jisungâs hands moved from your hips, where he had been holding you in place, to your breasts and began to play with them while you moaned into his burning skin. You were sure the two men were looking at each other over your head and just the thought of that turned you on even further, if that was possible.
Minho held your wrists in place with only one hand as the other scratched down your back slowly once, causing a shiver and eliciting more moans, before he used it to repeatedly slap and knead your ass in time with his thrusts. One of Jisungâs hands reached down to your clit and you knew you were going to be done for very soon.
You were trying to moan out names â either of theirs, both of theirs. You were trying to say âtheretherethere ohgod right thereâ, you were trying to say âfasterharderpleaseohfuckâ â but what came out of your mouth was fully incoherent at this point. It didnât seem to matter, because Minho was clearly on the same wavelength as you. You were aware of his grunts and groans growing more frequent, you were aware of his hips smacking against your ass faster and faster as he fucked you harder, deeper, hitting just the right spot over and over, and you were aware of your pleasure building and building until it felt almost impossible to bear.
âGonna⌠cumâŚâ you managed to groan out against Jisungâs sweaty skin, and just before you did, Minho pulled your body back up against his. His movements slowed again for a brief moment, and then he was turning your face towards his and before you could process what was happening, his lips finally consumed yours â deeply, intimately, passionately. When his thrusts sped up again your climax hit you so fast and hard you almost bit down on his tongue, nearly screaming into his mouth as your pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling through your trembling body. When it finally started to slow down and your soul reentered your body, you were so grateful for Jisung holding onto your thighs below you, because you might have fallen over otherwise.
âAlmost⌠thereâŚâ Minho groaned against your mouth. âHold⌠on⌠baby.â Your hands curled into fists as you steadied yourself against Jisungâs chest, focusing on how hot Minho sounded when he was desperate like this, knowing you would let him fuck you for as long as he needed no matter how much it took out of you. But he came not long after with a shaky moan, hands holding your hips in place as he rutted into you frantically, then slower, slower, until he stopped. His forehead rested against yours. You both stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed. Then he kissed you once more, so softly this time, before pulling out of you, smoothing your hair down gently with one hand.
You collapsed half-on top of Jisung and he chuckled into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temples and the top of your head. You felt Minhoâs lips ghost against the scratches on your back once, twice, three times before he collapsed next to the two of you as well, resting his head against Jisungâs shoulder.
There was silence for a little bit. You felt so heavy, in the best way. The world around you seemed muted, like everything had been dipped into candlelight â not just your vision but your hearing as well, the sounds of the boysâ breathing muffled as the blood rushing through your head finally started to slow down.
Jisung rested a hand on your back and you were so sensitive to the touch you almost jerked away from it, but once you got used to it, it felt so good, grounding you. His naked body beneath yours was warm and comfortable. You slowly fluttered your eyes open again and looked at Minho across from you. You reached out to touch his face, caress his cheek gently, then turned your face down to Jisungâs chest to press a kiss to it. Then you rolled onto your back, legs still intertwined with Jisungâs, and looked up at the ceiling. Just like before when you guys had first entered the dorm, you were the one to break the silence, but this time it wasnât awkward.
âWow.â A single word. And all three of you huffed out little laughs, looked at each other â and you had never been happier, never felt more blissful, more relaxed, more at home. You couldnât have wiped the smile off your face even if youâd wanted to. After another moment you spoke again. âUm, we might need to try watching that movie again another time.â The sound of the boysâ soft laughter filled your heart with joy and your stomach fluttered again. You loved the way it felt this time.
âYouâre both so fucking hot,â Jisung said out of the blue and you and Minho both grinned.
âYouâre fucking hot, baby,â Minho told him in return and you could only nod your enthusiastic agreement.
After a little more comfortable silence, Jisung slowly began to shift you both off of him, announcing he wanted to take a quick shower. He asked if anyone else wanted to but you informed him you couldnât stand just yet and Minho agreed with you, so once Jisung had left, he pulled you into his arms instead. His skin felt so good against yours, so comforting. He played with your hair as you listened to the sounds of the water hitting the tiles in the shower and after a while Minho mumbled âYou really are beautifulâ against the skin of your temple. You turned your head up to kiss him and he reciprocated with no hesitation. There was none of the urgency from before and it was incredible in its own way, soft and sweet and perfect.
After another little while you became vaguely aware of the sound of a hairdryer at the edges of your drifting consciousness, and by the time Jisung returned you both were half asleep already, Minhoâs arms tight around your middle as he spooned you from behind. You were aware of Jisung turning the TV off before he crept into the bed beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open once, met his and you both smiled before he reached over to the nightstand to turn out the light and settle down on his back. You laid your head against his chest, inhaled him deeply, draped an arm across his stomach and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. It didnât take long.
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When you woke up the next day to daylight cautiously peeking in through a gap in the curtain, still very much tangled up in both Minho and Jisungâs bodies, you panicked for a second. But laying here with them was so soothing that you didnât let yourself think about your worries for long, instead listening to their deep, steady breathing and letting their scents envelop you.
It wasnât too long until they began to stir as well, blinking their eyes open not long after each other. And the way they both smiled when they took in where they were and who they were with told you everything you needed to know: this had not been a mistake. And it also would not be the end of it. If their gentle, content expressions hadnât been enough to convince you of that, the way they softly greeted you and each other and the lazy kisses and cuddles that ensued certainly were, as well as the rest of the slow morning (or, well, afternoon) you spent together. You took your time cuddling, chatting, getting ready, eating some breakfast that Minho prepared for you all.
You didnât talk about the situation in depth yet, but you felt no rush to. In fact, for once in your life, you didnât want to try and rationalize or understand everything. The only thing you all did confirm was that you had enjoyed yourselves immensely and wanted to spend a lot more time together â and that was enough for now.
When you ran into Felix on your way home that afternoon, you still hadnât been able to wipe the smile off your face that youâd been wearing all day. You stopped to chat for a few moments and you could tell he wanted to ask, but you also figured from the way his eyes were twinkling that he maybe already had an idea. Either way, you told him youâd catch up with him and the others again later â that you wanted to go home and freshen up and take a little time to yourself for now. But just before you left, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and grinned at him.
âGreat party, Lix.â
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Congrats on 1,000 followers! Could you do Michael Kesselring + âtest came back negativeâ please?
Oh, he'd get his hopes up too. That man is built to have a hockey team of kids who are all giants who terrorise the league and constantly end up in the penalty box cause they're too tall. This is....how to describe: starts as angst, ends up mildly nsfw 18+ MDNI, rollercoaster. TW: Fertility issues/struggles getting pregnant 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing đĽłđ (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist
You're already dreading breaking the news to Michael. It's no secret that the two of you have been trying for a baby, and each negative pregnancy test felt like a blow, a physical hit to you both. You hated it, but you could handle it, it wasn't either of your faults...it was just the way things worked out. Getting pregnant wasn't simple, it was a science of sorts to maximise your chances. It would happen, it just might take a while.
But Michael? Michael took it hard each time like it was somehow his fault that you weren't pregnant yet. He wanted so badly to be a dad and you knew he was worried, wondering if it would ever happen. You couldn't pretend that you didn't have some of those worries too.
So to see another negative result staring at you from the bathroom sink? That was the worst news of your day.
He's waiting where you left him outside the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing up and down nervously. The moment he spots you he's on his feet, rising to meet you, that glimmer of hope in his eyes that you know is about to get crushed again.
âThe test came back negative...â
You watch Michael's face drop as he sits back down on the edge of the bed, face falling into his hands as he hunches over and you know it's more than just disappointment before he even says a single word.
"It's my fault..."
"Michael..." You move to sit next to him, tugging at his arms until he looks at you, eyes wet with tears, guilt swimming in them like he's done something unforgivable.
"No, they keep saying male fertility is like declining or whatever...we know you're ovulating, you still get your periods...it's me. It's got to be me...I'm the problem. It's my fault..."
"Most couples struggle to get pregnant, it's not as easy as one time and we're done...even if it is your fertility it's not your fault, it'll happen when it happens." You brush some dark curls away from his forehead, pushing them back and out of the way. Maybe it might seem backward to some that you're comforting him, but you know how much this matters to Michael, you know how much he worries about it, how desperately he wants this. He's not immune to those feelings just because he's the man in the relationship.
"Then why do I feel like I've fucked up?"
"Because you care, because we both want this so badly...look on the bright side?" You smile at him, fingers brushing the stubble starting to grown across his cheeks as he looks at you like you've gone insane.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" You choose to ignore the eyeroll, to forgive it knowing how he's feeling right now.
Instead you throw a leg over his lap until you're straddling his hips, grinning down at him as you whisper, "You get to keep fucking me until it takes..."
You watch the way Michael's eyes widen before darkening, how his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. You feel his hands reach to grip your hips tight, tugging until you're sat flush on his lap, his cock hardening underneath you.
"Oh..."
"Oh." Your grin only widens when you rock against him, his eyelids fluttering shut, eyelashes long against his cheeks at the feeling of you against him. It doesn't take much for him to become hard and hot between your thighs, already thinking of how it'll feel to sink in you again, to cum in you again until it takes, until you're finally carrying his baby. He can keep doing this a million times over, not a chore at all, maybe you're right...maybe this is a bright side, a silver lining.
"Cool, cool...fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?" You're kissing his neck, teeth nipping at his Adam's apple as he swallows, sucking hickeys under his jaw until his eyes are rolling as much as his hips, until he's gripping you so tight that you're going to have bruises.
"Not before you give me a baby, no."
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idk man (gn) tell me about your day
and also, what do you think hansry's kinks are
GODDAMN right to the point, huh? Minor warning for some sexy talk.
Hans definitely has a thing for being SQUISHED. Absolutely held down and ravished. Who wouldnât want a big man on top of them yk what I mean? That and heâs a cocky little noble so he probably has a thing for getting whatever he wants, princess. Though I canât decide if heâs likes telling Henry what to do or if he wants Henry to absolutely ravish him. Gonna write one for both and see how it goes.. He def likes doing nefarious shit where he definitely shouldnât be doing nefarious things, probably stopped caring after the whole âwe both almost died at warâ thing!
Henry- Henry regularly likes getting bossed around so heâd probably have no problem getting bossed around in bed too. I mean that man nods and agrees with whatever that blonde man says, blondes are hypnotizers man. At the same time heâs for sure a little possessive with the whole feral dog thing. I mean did yall see how he was pacing in front of his man protecting him from Zizka? Back to the point though, when heâs not getting bossed around by his noble- maybe into the whole pathetic little shithead thing. Okay Iâm sorry just imagine Hans distraught face thatâs enough to make Henry bang his head into a wall and praise Jesus Christ.
As a whole, both of them? Strong grasps, holding one another so hard like they donât know if theyâll wake up tomorrow. Theyâre like rabbits but at the same time thereâs no way that those two arenât having the most beautiful gut wrenching love filled banging ever.
Side note. I spent my day scouting colleges and playing KCD2 and DAV.
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So I recently watched this video about Sun basically burning out over time due to various factors, and this image has been burned into my brain for a while
And I couldn't stop thinking about it. So picture this:
Some time passes. The virus gets purged or whatever after that night, everyone gets fixed, yadda yadda. All that goodness. Staff decides that separating Sun and Moon would be a good idea (twice the hands, less risk of one corrupting the other, able to quarantine one if it gets infected, etc), and with the virus gone, everything will go back to normal. They still have a line of communication for easier transmission of data and instant communication, but they are largely separate now. Daycare operations will go as smoothly as before (up to interpretation how smoothly things went before, but I like to think they went pretty smooth considering they didn't shut down the daycare). To make sure, they run a test day
Except things don't go smooth. Everyone expected a happy reunion (the daycare attendants are back in working order, they used to be best friends before all this), but it isn't. Moon is still acting off. Instead of taking care of the kids or even paying attention to anyone, he only has eyes for Sun. And Sun?
He hates Moonâwith a passion, it seems. Does not want to go near him, will not interact with the kids, reacts rather violently to the notion of anything touching or interacting with him. This is especially notable with Moon and the children
Staff take them down to parts and service. Try to see what's wrong. Nothing physically seems wrong, and they just updated software, so that can't be the problem either. They stick them in a room together while they try and figure it out (and sorta hoping the attendants will sort this out themselves if forced to interact with one anotherâthey do not)
Finally, they resort to asking. Sun practically screams at them every time they try, so they try with Moon. And Moon conveys just one sentiment:
"It's nap time."
"Sunny needs his nap."
"Good night."
Nobody knows what this means. Sun needs a nap? Animatronics don't really sleep; they either power down or enter standby, and neither of those are akin to sleep. But Moon is insistent; he won't say much else besides that. Like Sun, he has a one track mind about all this
Somehow, during their quarantine, Moon gets a hold of Sun. Sun fights himâof course he does, he's been fighting Moon for a long time nowâbut Moon's music box starts playing, and he starts singing a soft lullaby, and no one can resist the siren song of sleep
Against precedent, Sun sleeps. Doesn't power down, doesn't enter standbyâhe sleeps. When it's clear he won't wake up, Moon stops singing and just lets his music box play. But the sleep is restless, so Moon requests something for the first time in a long time:
"Take us to the daycare. Don't wake him up."
Somehow, they manage it. Moon manages to set up a small nap area just for them, and once they're both comfortable, he stands vigil over Sun's sleep. The music box plays constantly. No one dares wake either of them up
Not after the last person tried
Management had gotten sick of the attendants growing idle and wiling the days away napping and doing nothing, but when they sent people to get the attendants back to work? Well, it wasn't exactly Moon they'd needed to watch out for
Who knew Sun could be just as vicious as Moon when awakened from this nap?
Moon's smug little "told you so" look somehow shines through that ever present smile. He certainly shows no remorse for any of this; just coaxes Sun back to sleep for his own good
"Shhh. It's okay."
"Take your nap."
"No more sun."
The Sun is burned out. It's the Moon's turn to keep him asleep, locked down until they're both ready to resume their duties
ANYWAY all this to say I love the idea of burned out Sun, of Moon making him take a nap to escape the reality they live in, and the both of them just chilling in the daycare with ominous music box tunes ^^ I rotate this scenario in my head every chance I get
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This is a bizarre request, if I couldnât get it out of my head.
Could you write a slight canon divergent one shot/drabble about Prim finding out how Gale has been treating Katniss, and slapping him across the face? I just think it would be really funny. And I love the relationship between Katniss and Prim
ok this request made me giggle ngl but i kinda fw how it turned out?? idk lol, hope you enjoy, anon!
setting: hospital wing in 13, post-bombing of d2
Your Sister Was Right
âHey, Baby Everdeen, got anymore of that morphling for me?â asks Johanna, her laughs dissolving into words as she strolls out of my sisterâs hospital room and down the hall to my nursesâ station.Â
I smile at her ruefully. I donât need to check her chart to know sheâs jonesing for drugs she wonât get. âYou know youâve got another six hours till your next dose.â
She sighs dramatically. âFeels like forever.â
âHowâs she doing?â I ask, nodding in the direction of Katniss. It was always hard caring for her, but especially now. Whenever I walk in, she puts up her typical front of pretending sheâs okay for my sake, even when I know sheâs hurting. Problem is, she wonât let anyone else in to see her pain either, save for maybe Haymitch.
Not even Galeâs been able to get much out of her, though I canât say that doesnât make sense. She canât talk to him about Peeta, and thatâs the thing that really torments her.
Finnick was the only one she came close to opening up to, but heâs . . . busy. The poor guy deserves some happiness with his soon-to-be wife.
Which leaves Johanna.
âSheâs definitely been better,â says the girl from District 7. âDonât think seeing your cousin is helping, though.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Johanna smiles pitifully at me. âOh, my sweet summer child â heâs pretty, but heâs not good for her. Anyone with eyes can see it.â
I give her a confused look.
 She leans over the counter, like sheâs telling me a secret. âHavenât you seen it? The way sheâs been slowly withdrawing from their relationship?â She leans back, putting a hand on her hip and speaking at normal volume again. âPersonally, Iâm Team Choking over Team Bombing A Mountain, but thatâs just me.â
I have seen it, actually. Not just recently, but since those first Games. My older sister who left on that train never came home. Gale, for all his kindness to our family, still doesnât see that.
At this rate, Iâm not sure he ever will.
Once upon a time, I used to think itâd be cute if they got together. Weâre all practically family anyways. But it wasnât until I saw the way she looked at Peeta that I knew the poor guy never stood a chance. When her and Gale donât talk, thereâs only plain relief on her face. When her and Peeta werenât talking, I would constantly catch her staring down the road at Peetaâs house, only breathing a sigh of relief as she watched the warm glow of his fire start up night by night, signifying that he was alive. That he was all right.
Sheâd deny it if anyone asked, but I know sheâd started setting aside a squirrel to drop off at the bakery on days when Gale was in the mines and she knew Peeta would be in Victorâs Village. She wouldnât take anything in return, and sheâd always make sure the Hawthornes got the money for the âtradedâ game, but I helped Mother balance Katnissâ monthly winnings; it was hard to ignore the missing money â always the precise price of small game, and always on weekdays. It doesnât help her case that I spotted her arguing with Otho Mellark when I stopped by the sweet shop after school one day, insisting he accept her offering.
Peeta would stop me in the street too, ask me how she was doing. Clearly hurt, clearly still licking whatever wounds they inflicted upon each other, but still caring for my sister in a way Gale never has.
Iâm not stupid â I can see Gale has feelings for her. Have known about it probably longer than she has. I just donât think his intentions are as pure, or as mindful of my sister as Peetaâs are.
âWhatâs he saying to her?â I ask Johanna.
She shrugs. âSee for yourself.â
So I do.
I move down to the supply station a few yards away from the door to her room, pretending to take inventory, leaving me just within earshot of their conversation.
âKatniss, what difference is there, really, between crushing our enemy in a mine or blowing them out of the sky with one of Beeteeâs arrows? The result is the same.â
âI donât know. We were under attack in Eight, for one thing. The hospital was under attack.â
âYes, and those hoverplanes came from District Two. So, by taking them out, we prevented further attacks.â
âBut that kind of thinking . . . you could turn it into an argument for killing anyone at any time. You could justify sending kids into the Hunger Games to prevent the districts from getting out of line.â
âI donât buy that.â
âI do. It must be those trips to the arena.â
Iâve never been an angry person.
I tend to see the best in people, even when they donât necessarily deserve it, because you never know what someone has going on in their personal lives behind the scenes.Â
But as I stand at the supply cart outside of my sisterâs room, I can feel my fingers curling into fist, crumpling up a stray syringe wrapper in my hands as they begin to tremble with rage.
It was one thing to push his feelings onto Katniss (even if he does have notoriously bad timing with everything and is incredibly disrespectful towards Peeta). She can handle that herself. Sort of. Ish.
But condemning thousands of people to the same fate as our fathers, and then trying to justify it by comparing an offensive attack to defending the injured and ill is too far.
I saw the footage they used in the propo. Had to look away when the mountain collapsed, burying who knows how many people.
Plutarch tells me itâs just the way of war, that Iâll understand when Iâm older.
But I donât think Iâll ever be able to understand what could bring someone to do that to another person, let alone thousands of them. And now finding out that itâs Galeâs idea?
I want him away from my sister.
A small part of me tries to justify it. He stresses her, which is neither good for her mental nor physical healing. As an apprentice healer, I can very easily make the argument that itâs whatâs best for her health.Â
But if Iâm honest with myself, I want him gone because Iâve lost faith in him. I used to look up to him as an older brother of sorts, but more and more often I find myself questioning if I even really know the guy.
Heâs turning out to be very far from the person I thought he was.
Iâm about to go march in there myself and tell him as much, when heâs suddenly there, closing the door behind him as he leaves.
âHey, Prim,â he says by way of greeting.Â
Iâve never been a violent person either.Â
But although Gale is six years my senior and has a good foot and a half on me, for some reason, I find myself reaching up and smacking him across the face.
We stare at each other in stunned silence for a moment. My palm stings terribly, and Gale has a red imprint on his cheek from where I struck him.
âWhat was that for?â he asks, holding his hand to his cheek. He seems more shocked than angry with me.
Honestly? Iâm not entirely sure. Lots of things, I suppose. For treating Katniss as if she owes him something. For never respecting her feelings for Peeta and his role in her life. For giving the citizens of District 2 a minerâs fate.
But Katniss especially.Â
But in spite of what sheâll tell people, sheâs the nicer one between the two of us. Sheâll rebel against authority no problem, but when it comes to the people she loves, sheâs a big softie. She freezes. She hates confrontation and struggles to stand up for herself because sheâs so scared of losing anyone else.Â
I know she loves Gale, same as I do â heâs family. But itâs possible to love someone and hold them accountable for how they treat you. Our relationship with Mother proves that.
I canât imagine the slap was particularly painful for him, and Iâm somewhat horrified by my own actions, but I canât help the underlying feeling of satisfaction too.
âThat was for Katniss. And Peeta. And the people of Two,â I finally say.
He sighs. âPrim, you wouldnât ââ
âUnderstand?â I ask. âNo, youâre right, I wouldnât. Because I donât care if we are in a rebellion, I could never do what you did.â He opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off a second time. âBut thatâs not the point. My point is that she needs space and you need to give that to her. None of this is easy for anyone, and youâre making an already difficult time in her life that much harder. We arenât on the brink of starvation in Twelve anymore. She doesnât need you for survival. She just needs you to be her friend, and you havenât been doing a very good job at that.â I look down at the cart, my temporary bravado suddenly gone, and with it my ability to look Gale in the eye. âAnyways, Iâve gotta go get some butterflies for this cart, it looks like itâs running low. Iâll see you at dinner,â I mumble, darting past him and scurrying off to the locked supply room.
I press my back against a wall and slide down to the floor, sighing out loud.
My mother will be furious when she finds out. Galeâs been good to us. I know that. She wonât let me forget it. But heâs been awful to Katniss as of late, and I canât keep sitting around and watching her grow more and more upset, especially now that Peetaâs back.
Peeta.
Poor Peeta.
Poor Katniss. To be continuously badgered by Gale when Peetaâs only three halls down in a padded, locked room, nearly twisted beyond recognition by Snowâs torture.
Itâs a good thing sheâs not the only Everdeen sister who can put up a fight.
#thanks for the submission!#the hunger games#thg#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#gale hawthorne#primrose everdeen#johanna mason#everlark#drabble
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When I was a child, I knew exactly what I would be when I grew up. Because... I was a Grimm-Kin Princess! Of course, being a princess in the Darklands...
Cinder: (Reeeeee!) Mother, why does Tock get TWO more steaks?!
Salem: (Fufufufu~!) Because she's my first daughter, sweetie. You're THIRD in line, which means you're much more expendable~!
...is not as glamourous as you might think. My training started early and rarely had time to stop.
Cinder: Mother! Read me a bedtime story~!
Salem: Yes, Cinder. Shall we continue with the Big Book of Venoms, Volume V?
Cinder: I'm bored of venoms! I want you to read this other book!
Salem: Mm?
Cinder: LOOK! See? It has such pretty pictures~!
Salem: OH! Oh my! Where did you find this?! This is an outsider book! Sweetie, I don't think this is appropriate for you at all!
Cinder: (Holds "The Knight & The Princess") Please, mother~? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease~?
MY GRIMM-KIN STEPSISTER WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE
Part II: Princess In The Castle
(Part I)
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By the time my training was complete, I had become my mother's "Right Hand".
...which was a nice way of saying "violent janitor"
Cinder: (Kicks down the door)
Cinder: Tock! What is it this time?!
Tock: Oh, Cinder! Thank goodness you're here! Man-slave #23 has expired. Clean it up, Ms. Janitor~.
Emerald: S- Sorry, Cinder! I think he coomed too much!
Cinder: Did you use climaxing venom?!
Tock: We were going for the record~. Whoop~!
Cinder: The way you treat your slaves is revolting!
Tock: Oh? Do we have a men's rights activist here? How cute~!
Cinder: I'm just saying-
Tock: What you're saying is you don't respect the pecking order and my authority to do whatever I want where I am. Do you have a problem with me, Cinder? Because if you do... (Taps clock) I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO SETTLE THIS PROPERLY... AS SISTERS...
Cinder: ...Hmph! I'll deal with it. Leave the body outside.
Tock: Thank you~!
MS#23: W-Wait... I'm... not dead... yet...
Emerald: (Gasps) He's not dead yet!
MS#23: I... CAN STILL... COOOOOM...
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If you want anything in the Darklands, you MUST take it from someone else. Food... Men... Whatever you desire, and if you desire more, you'll have to take if from those above you.
Guard: ALL HAIL QUEEN SALEM~!
I chose to remain where I was. It was easier that way.
And unlike my sisters, I loved my mother enough to not plot matricide.
Salem: Cinder, sweetie~! I need you to kill someone~!
This made me convenient.
Cinder: What is it this time?
If the Kingdom had a mess, I had to clean it.
Salem: We were providing supplies to-
Cinder: Again?! That's the sixth time in the last year!
Salem: Please, sweetie~? You're the only one I can trust! PLEEEASE~?
Cinder: ARGH! Fine! I'll do it! Stop begging! And don't call me sweetie!
Crush the coup attempt... Sabotage the Faunus army... Stop the slave revolt... Purge another magic cult...
Cinder: (Covered in blood, Amidst corpses)
I am fine. I am a Grimm-Kin princess. I was born to do this.
Cinder: (Keeping off her broken foot) This is nothing... I just have to keep going... Keep going until... Until...?
Cinder: ...
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Cinder: (Stirs, Opens eyes)
Jaune: (Staring down at her)
Cinder: (Yelps)
Jaune: You okay? You were moaning in your sleep.
Cinder: I... I was... I WAS HAVING A WET DREAM! Those moans were intense NOCTURNAL ORGASMS!
Jaune: I don't think so. They sounded more like-
Cinder: SHUT! UP!
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Cinder: (Reading "Dragon in the Streets, Draggin' in the Sheets")
I am bored.
Cinder: How long do I have to stay inside?!
Jaune: You and Mom are still technically foreign royalty, so you're still a huge risk for the city. Give it a few days; Dad is still pulling some strings.
Cinder: BOOOOOOOORIIIIIING! I want to go on human city adventures!
Jaune: Please don't. I'm worried you're going to stab somebody. Just sit tight, okay? I promise to keep you company until then.
Cinder: Y-You mean...
Cinder: You mean time will fly by when you break me on your huge human co-
Jaune: No. That's not what I meant at all.
Cinder: Fine! Then I'll take you up on your offer then! Let's see if you can satisfy me, A POUTY GRIMM-KIN PRINCESS~!
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Cinder: I need a second pillow! A fluffy one~!
Cinder: I'm thirsty! Serve me tea!
Jaune: What kind?
Cinder: The non-ash kind!
Cinder: Let me play with your knife set!
Jaune: I don't have one.
Cinder: ...WHAT?!
Cinder: This book sucks! There's no plot! It's all just sex scenes!
Jaune: Yeah, my dad wrote that. Sorry.
Cinder: Get me a new one!
Cinder: My feet ache! RUB THEM!
Jaune: ...
Cinder: Lick my-
Jaune: NO.
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Cinder: (Drinking tea)
Jaune: (Rubbing her feet)
Oh, wow. Well, this is nice.
No wonder my sisters were obsessed with political power. Being waited on feels great!
But what is with this guy?
Jaune: Is this okay?
Why is he so obedient?!
The first time I saw him, he seemed so powerful it sent shivers down my spine!
It was the first time I felt like I had seen a REAL man! UNBROKEN by the whip!
I thought I would have to fight, or at least seduce him to make him mine, but now he's tending to me like a slave, all on his own?
Jaune: (Drops foot)
Cinder: Ah!
Jaune: Okay. I'm gonna go get started on dinner now.
I don't understand him at all!
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Jaune: Dinner is served. Don't worry; I help out at my mother's tavern, so I'm a decent cook.
Cinder: (Gasps) Wh- What kind of ash is this?!
Jaune: It's not ash; it's chicken cutlets, breaded and fried, served with a side of cheese-coated pasta-
Cinder: Are you even speaking the same language as before?!
Jaune: Try it.
Cinder: (Bites, Chews)
Cinder: !!!
Cinder: (Wolfs down her plate)
Jaune: Glad to see you like it.
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Cinder: Ah...
So much has happened these past few days...
I almost died fight a half-man, half-bull...
I walked in on my mother getting mating pressed by a blond guy with a huge dick...
My kingdom collapsed...
I met my step brother...
So much has happened... But maybe... Maybe none of this is a big deal at all. Maybe everything is just going to work out...
Cinder: (Urrrrrguuuugh..) Hm?
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Cinder: (One hour later, Kneeling at toilet) OOOOOOOOORGHKKK!
This is it. After everything. This is how I die.
Lying in a pool of my own vomi-
Cinder: HRRRGH! AAAAAAGHK!
Jaune: Cinder, I'm back! How are you doing?!
Jaune: I brought Dr. Nikos.
Mama Nikos: Good evening~!
Cinder: You bastard! "How am I doing"?! YOU POISONED ME!
Mama Nikos: Oh, so you're Cinder! Now, relax for a moment. I need to check your aura flow.
Cinder: How is this even possible?! I thought I was immune to all poisons!
Jaune: Dr. Nikos is one of the best doctors in Vale.
Mama Nikos: (Fingers deep in neck)
Cinder: (Half-lidded, Groaning)
Jaune: How is she, doctor?
Mama Nikos: Hm... I thought so... She has Dawning Sickness.
Jaune: Dawning Sickness?
Mama Nikos: It's a temporary digestive condition. The Dark Lands is a realm without light, and food is almost always high in magic, low in fat, sugar, and carbohydrates, and highly toxic, so Grimm-Kin gut biomes than humans and Faunus. Suddenly eating foods high in fat and oil can make a Grimm-Kin very ill.
Jaune: Oh, man... Sorry, Cinder...
Mama Nikos: Dwarves don't experience this kind of problem because they are Dwarves.
Nora: GOT ME A STOMACH OF STONE~! DWARF STRONG~!
Mama Nikos: Put her on this mushroom diet, then slowly mix in richer foods.
Jaune: Couldn't you just use your semblance?
Cinder: HOOOOOOOARGKH!
Jaune: She seems to be in bad shape as it is...
Mama Nikos: No, her gut needs to adapt, and my semblance would simply reset that. However, your semblance could help if done in short bursts. It shouldn't interfere with the acclimation process.
Jaune: Got it. And please tell Pyrrha I'll busy for the next few days.
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Jaune: Did you hear that, Cinder? I can use my semblance to help you.
Jaune: ...Cinder?
Cinder: (Curled in the corner) Go away...
Jaune: I'm... sorry about dinner. Here, let me help you-
Cinder: I SAID GO AWAY! I don't need your healing. I'm fine...
Jaune: ...
Jaune: Um... I'm going to say you DO need my healing. There's puke everywhere.
Cinder: I'm FINE, okay?! All my life, if I had a problem, I fixed it! By myself! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!
Jaune: What the... Alright, so, uh, what about the "help" I gave you today? The pillows? The books? The foot rubbing?
Cinder: That's different. Those are slave tasks, things I ordered you to do. The strong can order the weak, and I am not weak. I'm not weak... I'm not...
Cinder: Just... leave me alone...
Jaune: ...
Jaune: Cinder.
Cinder: What-
Jaune: (Picks her up) Don't puke on me.
A PRINCESS CARRY?!
Jaune: (On the couch, Lays head on his lap) Here. (Aura amps) Does this help?
His hands... feel rough... and cool...
Cinder: ...yes.
Jaune: Cinder, I don't know what kind of bullshit culture you have back in the Dark Lands, but it doesn't have to be that way. If life is awful, just ask for help. I'll be there for you.
Jaune: I'm your brother, remember?
Cinder: ...okay. (Shuts eyes)
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Salem: (Reading) "And so, the Knight shouted, 'Princess! I have traveled far to break the curse and free you from this tower!'."
Cinder: Mother, why does the knight help the Princess? Is he her slave?
Salem: Oh, not really. It's something called "Chivalry". Human men are always rescuing girls for some reason or another. They're very silly, and easy to manipulate.
Salem: (Licks lips) I bet this knight just wants to come inside~.
Cinder: Come inside... the tower?
Salem: I'll teach you in a few years, sweetie.
Cinder: Well, I think the Knight is great! I'm a princess, too, so when I'm sad, I hope a knight will appear and help me be happy, just like in this story~!
Salem: Oh, no! No, no, no, Cinder! That's the wrong lesson here! Men are weak and horribly unreliable! You mustn't trust them!
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Cinder: Nn... (Sits up) Morning?! Hm?
Jaune: (Asleep next to her)
Cinder: Foolish human... Sleeping with Grimm-Kin is dangerous, you know~.
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Jaune: Your asylum has been approved. We just need to finalize it at the Councilman's office. Then you'll be free to move around the city. So... Please, don't stab anyone.
Cinder: I'M NOT! STOP SAYING THAT!
Jaune: (Offers hand) Here. It can get pretty crowded. I don't want us to get separated.
Cinder: Are you joking?! I'm a trained assassin! I don't need to hold your hand!
Jaune: Okay, okay! Sorry...
Cinder: ...
"Take my hand," said the Knight. "The world is a scary place, but when danger comes, I will protect you. And when I fall, Princess, you will protect me. And hand in hand, we will walk this world together."
Cinder: (Takes his hand)
Cinder: (Walks with the knight)
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Mama Nikos: Oh, by the way! My daughter has been so worried about you!
Jaune: Pyrrha? Why?
Pyrrha: (Asleep in bed, Tossing and turning) Mmh... No, Jaune... Don't do it... It's a trap...!
Pyrrha: There's no way she hid the antidote... DOWN THERE!
#rwby#baalbuddy#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#cinder fall#salem#tock#emerald sustrai#mama nikos
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I've heard through the grapevine that Epic artists are getting massive amounts of hate over on TikTok and feel like I need to say something.
I don't have TikTok (and with each passing day I am more and more relieved that I don't) and I utilise my tags here on tumblr to avoid the toxic parts of this sight to the best of my ability. So to hear that others who have proven themselves to be incredible and amazing people are getting hate from those who don't understand basic human decency and fandom etiquette makes my blood boil.
I understand that as fandoms grow more problems, drama and just general shittiness is bound to arise, but you don't have to - AND SHOULDN'T - contribute to it. I took the risk and followed a link onto TikTok to see for myself, and I cannot believe what I've seen.
You are allowed to have opinions, constructive criticism and personal preferences when it comes to a fandom, the media it is for and the media it creates in turn. BUT don't be a dick about it. Don't you EVER put down another person for creating something that they can and should be proud of or hate them for daring to try something new with the media that they like. And don't EVER attack people with accusations for trying out a different ship or spread misinformation about artists because you saw something that you didn't like. (God forbid someone draw a female's figure without it being declared sexualising or whatever other bullshit you people claim it to beđ).
I might not engage with every different sort of art in this fandom but I certainly don't hate it because it's not my thing. AND YOU shouldn't try to devalue it because you don't like it. You are rude, entitled and ungrateful. They don't owe you their time and creativity.
This fandom would not be as incredible as it is without the people that are brave enough to put their own creativity out into the world for the rest of us to see. If you can't appreciate that then you shouldn't be here and you don't deserve to enjoy what this fandom has to offer. I doubt with those hateful, snobbish opinions of yours you'd be able to do or make something better. I also doubt that you would enjoy being on the receiving end of such hate either.
Fandoms are meant to be a place to learn, expand, create and connect. If you're not capable of showing decency then do us all a favor and remove yourself, you're not wanted here.
To all of this communities incredible artists (of all different mediums, styles and ideas) you are incredible and changed my life for the better. I wouldn't be here without all of you, and I can say the same for hundreds, if not thousands, of others. You helped build this community, and just know that there are infinitely more people who stand by and appreciate you than there are mob-mental hate-driven fools who only dare say what they do because they have other TikTok commenters and anonymous messages to hide behind.
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#he really did just need me to beat his asshwtvshfvavsha#not so tough now are you little bird#nyehehehhehe#OK NO BUT I AM VERY HAPPY I GOT HIM FINALLYY HE WAS PLAYING HARD TO GET AND IT WAS VERY FUCKING ANNOYING#i spent.. so many tickets............#i think now i wanna prioritize jy#though i think i kind of need sunday's lc too bc i don't have anything good for him smh#WHATEVER WHATEVER THOSE ARE PROBLEMS FOR ANOTHER DAY#i really do need to go to sleep hhhhhhh#ilyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!#mayor of loserville
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bruv comparison is truly the mind killer like damn...

#life#idk i'm mostly fine in my little bubble of just making stuff i'm passionate about#and while i focus on that it's.. alright#(considering all the other irl things i have to deal with it's like.. internet stuff is the least of my problems)#but i'm sometimes reminded that internet IS just another popularity contest#and i was never very good at those#i'm just not a particularly likeable person#(which is fine because people who like me like me for who i am)#but at the same time i feel like i pour so much of myself into the things i make#i work so so so hard i spend so much time on the little details#i focus on quality#and yet.. it feels like it's just not enough#what's the point of putting literal days of work into something#when others quickly snap a bunch of screenshots and call it a day#the notes/likes/whatever can be rough sometimes#and i start thinking 'well if this is not good enough for my friends to share with others then why would strangers share it either'#i'm uh... yeah i'm not feeling great as an artist these days#i can barely function enough to even make things#most of the time i am too overwhelmed to even talk to people#i simply cannot also be a marketing manager#i also can't just fake all the buttering up to others and pimping myself out like a product#like.. i could do it but it's just not who i am#i can't bear the fakeness of it all#anyway.. time to take my meds and go sit outside a bit and hope i feel better and more motivated to create again
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#people very much want to blame readers for a lack of engagement with fic these days but frankly i think this is.... incorrect#we need to be real about WHAT ao3 is#it is an archive#it is not a space that is particularly conducive to social engagement#the most collaborative experiences i ever had around fic happened on livejournal#it was not on ff.net#like i agree that there is a depressing drop off in like...idk the idea of the social acceptability of leaving comments#and a far more pronounced divide between readers and authors#but this isn't happening bc readers suck now and they're selfish and entitled which frankly is how many posts opining about this issue sound#it's not like lurking or sorting by complete works only is NEW#these are things that have always happened#what has CHANGED imo is that the spaces where fic happens and the spaces where fandom happens are now very different#and isolated from one another#and we can blame readers for not bridging that gap all we want but it's not gonna fix it#especially since we know how well shaming people for Not Enjoying Things Correctly tends to go#like i don't have an answer to this problem but i think this ''you're entitled!'' ''no YOU'RE entitled'' back and forth#between writers and readers certainly isn't going to fix anything either#it's only going to push those two groups further away from each other#to my mind what we need is a) a platform more conducive to collabortive fic writing and fandom interaction#(think LJ or old dedicated fandom message boards)#and b) a cultural shift within fandom spaces away from this idea that authors are like... untouchable or whatever#bc from what I have observed authors who DON'T have this issue are ones who started creating fanworks from within a pre-existing friendgroup#a pre-existing readership really#and these little subsets then grow into larger readerships#the problem is how partioned all these group start#and that i think is a byproduct of an overall more hostile fandom space where people feel like they can't speak or create openly#without being in danger of running afoul of some fandom scold and their lackeys#like fandom has never lacked for drama but i do think in a post-tumblr/twitter fandom space we can all agree that shit jas gotten Buckwild#*gestures at how bg3 fandom recently speedran fandom insanity primarily on twitter*#shit is different these days and blaming each other for that is missing the forest for the trees
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Hot To Go!
Synopsis. Getting hit by a sĂŠx technique? No problem! Of course, youâre there to help.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sĂŠx cursed technique (heâs affected), mating press, theyâre REALLY needy, fĂşck or dĂe, oraI (fem receiving), jealousy (Nanamiâs), brĂŠeding, marathon sĂŠx, teary Gojo, creampĂe, spĂtting, cĂşmplay, thĂgh rĂding, fĂngering, VERY pĂşssydrunk boys, true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k (woah)
A/N. I needed this outta my mind so bad yâall omg. Have a lovely day babygirls <3

⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Just sit on it, woman!
âPleaseâŚâ Toji drawls, slow and syrupy around your puffy clit. âWho do you think you are, doll? Just sit.â
Now, the problem wasnât that strange, low-level curse from Tojiâs latest job. No, donât make him laugh - he barely felt whatever that weak cursed technique was. The problem was the way heâd trudged back home, not even thinking of reaching for that door handle before it hits him.Â
Suddenly too-sensitive nose getting a whiff of your shampoo - all the way from inside the bedroom.Â
All the way to that dangerous, ugly little part of himself that says that if he doesnât get a taste of you right now then neither of you are making out of this alive.Â
And itâs all you can do to gasp, âT-Toji what happened?â
âYou. You happened. Nâ I donât care if I hafta oh-â he cuts himself off, hot lips surging forwards - addicted - to place another slow, wet peck on the sweet sweet juices beading at your cunt. â-if I hafta fuckinâ suffocate, mâgonna die if you donât just sit, goddammit.â
âFuck!â you keen when two, calloused hands of Tojiâs loop around your shaky thighs. Pulling, dragging you down to press your entire weight down onto his slutty mouth. âYouâre being soâŚâ
He barely even hears you - too caught up on the way your pretty cunt was drooling down his waiting tongue.Â
Prominent Adamâs apple bobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tips his face up, up, up to let your heady juices slide down his throat. âWhat? Filthy? Needy? Like a bitch in heat?â
Each hissed out little word has you jolting on top of him - and Toji only tightening his bruising grip with a pained grunt to stop you from disconnecting with his ruthless lips.
âOhhh fuck stay still, woman. Sâthe stuff of heaven. Youâre so lucky you werenât anywhere near me after that fight.â he spits at the feeling of you clenching around him, mouth moving a mile a minute even when he slips it past your swollen folds, dragging the muscles along all your hidden sweet spots. âSo lucky. So sweet- so perfect thought I was gonna die without a lilâ taste-âÂ
A shiver runs down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was messily making out with your ravaged pussy. Stretching you out, milking himself on your sloppy entrance. Animalistically, even.
You squeal, âThink Iâm gonna die.â
âShit- and you think I care? Just want- ngh-â And that sinful little scar rubs up against your sensitive folds when Toji grins knowingly, so deep now that his nose was pressing against your pelvis, jaw grinding against you. Big arms orchestrating each mean, long drag of your sloppy pussy up and down his pretty face. Up and down up and down up and- âWhat did I say? This is all because of y-you, yâknow?â
And Tojiâs tone is so low, strangled - that the answer almost comes out as a whine. It makes you snap your glassy eyes down to look - to gape at how utterly wrecked he already was.Â
Dark hair curtaining those pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes, your slick glossing prettily over his plump lips - all the way down to his cheeks, his sharp jawline. And only getting sloppier with each movement,
âMe?â you blink tearily - fuck, when did it get so good you started crying? And why was Toji much the same? Dark eyes wet and miles away.Â
âMhm.â
âSâyour fault for being so- so-â As if the words were failing him, Tojiâs only moves to suck harsher on your throbbing clit. Obscene little smacks of his lips following your barely-lucid ah! ah! ah! â-like this.â
Even through the haze of it all, you manage out a huff of laughter, âLike this?â
For this, you get a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. Thick fingers soothing over the sting almost immediately so that youâre not bowing your body away from Tojiâs persistent mouth, âSâit so bad if I wanna taste my sweet girl?.â He moans, sounding so genuinely pained, âBut I need you- need to taste this fuuuck pretty cunt so bad. Gonna die if I donât- if I-âÂ
âHngh- yes- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-â your fingers threat their way into his soft hair. Tugging and pulling with each harsh lap at your cunt. Your body arching like a slut as if on command when he speeds up, â-feels too good. Mâso close fuck-â
âBe messy, be loud- I donât fucking care.â he hisses, brows furrowing in concentration. And whateverâs left of that practical little part of your hazy mind wonders whether it doesnât hurt - whether his tongue wasnât cramping up, mouth aching. âJus- jus wanâ you to cum on mâtongue. Youâll let me taste you, right, doll? Want it want it want it so fuckinâ bad-â
You didnât know who wanted you to cum more - you, or your dear boyfriend.
But when you do - you have you answer.Â
âF-fuck, Toji.â your gummy walls clench around where he was bullying his tongue inside. âMâcumming- Mâcumming mâcumming mâ- ah!âÂ
âGive it tâme. Give it allll to me thatâs it.â Because Tojiâs lapping at each and every syrupy drop of your juices, moaning into your cunt as you ride him through your high. Addicted. The vibrations having your hips stuttering and unstable on top of him.Â
He lets his thumb draw lazy, tight circles on your sensitive clit. Unstopping - even when youâre blinking back your spotty vision, tears crinkling at the corner of your eyes at the overstimulation.Â
Even when you try to pull away from his ruthless mouth - little, messy strings of spit and slick snapping in the nonexistent distance.Â
Even when he still darts his tongue out hastily to taste you sloppily, âOne more - didnât get enough of mâfill.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Canât- wonât wait!
Everyone knows that your husband Nanami was protective - rightfully so. Everyone knows that just a toe out of line could have the stoic man snapping - showing off exactly why he was the one that put that pretty lilâ ring on your finger.Â
But never like this.Â
Never soâŚcrazed.
And itâd only taken one too many flirty comments from some new intern in the time itâd taken Nanami to rush over there from his latest jujutsu mission. Just for your husband to drag you away from the party, barely paying attention to anything else.
Though, when you caught a glimpse of his eyes you didnât think he could - gaze strangely hazy, breath a bit shorter, skin flushed a delicate pink.Â
âCanât believe it.â he groans, pressing you up against the wall of the nearest empty room he could find. Fat cock just nudging past that feeble ring of resistance of yours. âCanât fuckinâ believe it. Fuck-â
Youâre jumping slightly with each little profanity spat into your open mouth, bleary eyes blinking up at your Nanami. Managing out, âIs everything hah- alright, Ken?â
âCanât fucking believe it.â
There it was again.Â
That low, accusing little mantra - this time panted out into the side of your racing pulse. Breaking ever-so-slightly at the end when Nanamiâs bullying his swollen cock deeper past your plushy walls, the curve of his girth having you arch like such a slut against the wall.Â
Nanami growls, âCanât fucking believe-â he slides two hands under your weakening thighs easily, picking you up like some little ragdoll to be split apart on his cock. Murmuring against your mouth, âCanât believe you wonât let me jusâ fuck you right then and there, my love.â
You donât know what shocks you more - Nanamiâs words or the way heâs immediately letting gravity do all the work, sliding your dripping cunt so easily down his cock. Inch by fucking inch.Â
All up until your pelvis was flush against those neat tufts of blond at his base. God, you donât think youâve ever seen Nanami so impatient.Â
âThought I was gonna die without your sweet cunt.â He was barely even breathing. Eyes glassy - crazed. Voice so deep and ragged when he whispers into your ear. âShouldâve jusâ let me fuck you out there, right in the middle of the ball. Made a scene nâ showed them all please- we could go back-â
And it takes you a few seconds to realize that this is Nanami. Your Nanami.
Seriously, what the fuck happened on that mission?
âBut- what?â you squeal, gummy walls swallowing him up so readily despite your confusion. âWho are you and what have you done with my husband?â
And this little comment makes Nanami physically stop, dark eyes glinting with something so dark - dangerous. Brows furrowing as he utters, âNothing. Did you forget that Iâm your husband, darling?â Having you scrambling to hang onto his broad shoulders as he walks over to splay you out so prettily on a nearby desk. âOr do I jusâ hafta remind you?â
Itâs all it takes for Nanami to thrust up into your heavenly cunt. One hand holding you still on the cool desk, while the other just ravages your throbbing clit in time with his needy cock.Â
âF-fuck, Kenâ oh- yes yes yes-â
Fat tip pressing up against your g-spot like he had a point to prove, spearing you at each harsh, bullying thrust that has you pushed further and further up the desk. Over and over.Â
The desk shifts ever-so-slightly with every smack of Nanamiâs heavy balls against your ass. Creaking - but not loud enough over your obscene moans.Â
âStop-â he chokes out at the feeling of your pussy being inched away from him. You werenât running from him that easily. Which is exactly the thought ringing through his mind when Nanami circles his large hands underneath your thighs, dragging you right across to meet his sculpted front. âStop fuckinâ running away.â Nevermind the fact that you werenât - voluntarily at least. âPlease- need it so badly, sâlike mâburning without ya. Youâre gonna take my cock like a hah- g-good lilâ wife, okay?â
And Nanami knows maybe he should slow down - maybe ease you into it, first. But either it was that stupid fucking cursed technique talking or maybe the sight of some loser being all starry-eyed at you, heâs fucking you into the desk so mean.Â
âShouldâve- wouldâve.â heâs grunting, and you already know what heâs talking about. âSaw you in this pretty lilâ dress and fuck darling you donât know how h-hard it was to ngh keep mâself in check.â Teeth nipping and leaving little bite marks down your neck, and shit if you were in any better state of mind youâd have had the rationality to be worried about them - about how people would talk if they saw those. âNâ I wouldâve loved to. Donâ know how much I fuck- w-worship this pussy, my love. How much I was dreaming about it all day long.â
The creaking grows louder.
Your head is spinning right now, âAll day long?â
âMhmâŚâ Nanami slurs, a loose little smile playing on his lips. âAlways do. But today- fuck, today. Needed to feel you or I thought I was gonna ngh- die. Or worse.âÂ
âOr worse.â
Bang!Â
In a split-second, youâre back bunched up in Nanamiâs arms - his cock still buried deep within you. Moving. Merciless. Even though his eyes flicker downwards at the pile of wood that used to be a desk. âLose you that promotion.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Use?
âUse me.âÂ
âWhat?â
âUse me, goddammit.â
Geto sounded almost hysterical now - words ragged, a pitch higher than normal. Staring at you with that drunk, wide-eyed gaze while you perched right on his muscular thigh. Looking as bewildered as you felt at that moment when he lets out a humorless little laugh, âThat curse- fuck I shouldâve known before ingesting- shit.âÂ
Fingers frantic - almost tearing through the fabric of his boxers as he removes them feverishly.Â
And his cock didnât just look rock-hard no- it looked so so angry. So painful. Flushed a pretty red at his weepy tip, leaking down, down, down straight to where youâd unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.
âO-oh.â he gasps in relief when youâre dragging your fist up his cock. Head throwing back to show off that long, beautiful neck - dusted with a blush going all the way down. âCould cum from just this fuuuck.â
And this was nothing like the Geto Suguru you were used to - the sweet talker whoâd have you falling apart with just a few words. The one that treated sex like a game - where you were always his pretty lilâ loser.
âCare to elaborate, Sugu?â you flash him a smug smirk - one that makes his swollen cock twitch traitorously in your hand. âShit, youâre so needy right now you could cum untouched.â
âYou little bitch.â he spits out, greedy gaze stuck on the way you were beginning to drag your sloppy cunt up and down his toned thigh. In a way that makes it impossible for Geto to tear his eyes away from the way you were intentionally catching your throbbing clit on each and every dip of muscle, spreading your puffy folds. âYou know what I mean.â
Youâre batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, grinding your hips down harder. âI donât.â
As if to prove your point, you squeeze around his aching dick even harder, pumping your fist all the way from his soaked base up to his sensitive slit.Â
Immediately, he bucks his hips up wildly, precum smearing a glossy sheen all over your wrist. âF-fuck you.â he spits. âYou little-â And oh you shouldâve known that Geto was Geto despite whatever heâd been cursed with. That itâd only take him a split second to reach a hand over to smear the mess of sweet sweet juices you were trailing over his thigh. Bullying his dripping wet fingers between your lips, âYou talk too fuckinâ much, gorgeous.â
Oh.
Oh, you were fucked.
âYou really think Iâd let you g-get away with hah that much?â Geto drawls against your ear, fingers dancing down to control your movements riding his thigh. âNâ after ngh- I was so nice.â He was pulling - dragging you at a mean little pace now. âShouldâve just shut up nâ taken it. Shouldâve just used me when I asked.â
Itâs like heâd forgotten all about his lust-drunk little state.Â
Youâre mewling, muffled around his thick fingers. Something that only makes his lips curl up into a syrupy, smug grin, âWhoâs cumming untouched now? Got somethinâ to fuck- say?â
You do - and youâre thumbing teasingly under Getoâs neat slit, reveling in the way that makes his harsh little rant die in his throat. Moving your hand up and down to first his cock needily in hasty, long movements like you were trying to fuck something delicious out.Â
âYou little minx hah-â heâs pressing his fingers right at the back of your tongue, hot mouth kissing away the salty tears welling up behind your eyes. âS-so dirty.â
And it was dirty - your hands coated in Getoâs sheen of precum, his thigh glossy with your slick. But neither of you could bring yourselves to be disgusted - not one bit.Â
Not when Geto was forcing down your hips harder, bouncing his knee to match your slutty little tempo. Faster. More desperate. Letting you concentrate on driving him fucking insane with your soft hands - palming and running only on the need to making him cum. To have him spill so hotly all over your hands.Â
âYeah, oh God thatâs right- Use me use me use me-â Getoâs mouth slacks open, eyes heady and cracked only to eye the way youâre clenching and quivering around nothing. Your hips only stuttering - getting sloppier and sloppier with each weighty, hard slide down his thigh. He groans, âFuck fuck fuck mâclose-â
âM-me too-â you whine, voice breaking so pathetically at the end. âSo much for coming untouched.â
Close - too close.
Close enough that youâre barely even noticing the way Getoâs stiffening up underneath you. Breath hitching in his throat before-
Slam!
âWha-â Your back hits the plush mattress - so fast that you almost have half the mind to wonder whether this was some figment of your imagination. But, no, Getoâs hot tip nudging at your puffy folds was real. Dangerous. Waiting for just the right moment to rip you apart. His bated breath against your ear was real - very, very real.Â
âYou didnât really think Iâd let you off that easy, did you, gorgeous?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âS-sex?â
Oh, Choso sounded so fucked out just from uttering that.
And you feel the way your cunt clenches at that broken, almost-whiny little plea coming from your best friendâs mouth. Big, dark eyes blinking up at you dazedly in a way that makes you tighten your legs around his waist, pinned to the floor of- fuck, which curse site was this again?
âMhm, Cho.â you hum, drinking in the shallow pants he lets out into your mouth when you slide his leaky, angry tip between your swollen folds. Barely teasing him between your slit, âSâthe only way to get rid of this technique, right?â
Clothes are torn off, breaths coming out in pants. You donât know if Choso registers your words - shit, you donât know if he even hears you right now.Â
Barely even breathing as he slides two shaky hands of his to rest up at your hips. Giving you a reassuring squeeze once. Twice. Before pulling you down in a split second.Â
âYes!â the word bursts out from his lips. Choso drags your body up, up, up his throbbing length like some ragdoll - until his pretty pink tip was just circling around your sloppy hole - only to bring you all the way back down again. Barely even halfway in yet, but the stretch - fuck, the stretch had you arching for more. âYes yes yes yes yes fuck yes if you feel just like- like heaven-â
You never thought your sweet Choso would be so needy. Would buck his hips so ferally into your syrupy sweet cunt until you were second-guessing why it ever took so long to do something like this.
Until todayâs fateful little mishap with another curse, that is - and oh, youâve never been more grateful for that stray cursed technique.Â
âHngh-â you screw your eyes shut when the curve of his dick brushed against your sweet spots - unforgivingly. Spreading the fat of your ass in two big hands, trying to squeeze himself inside deeper. Again. And again and again and- âS-slow down, Choââ
âSlow down?â Choso breathes from below you - sounding so genuinely bewildered. Still thrusting up in stubborn, long grinds. âY-you want me to slow down? After- after this?â Heâs giving a mean thrust into your gummy pussy, eyes widening down at the heavenly view of your puffy lips sucking him up. Spread needily, bulging around his girth in a way heâd have felt sorry for if he was in any better state of mind. âSlow down- Yeah, gotta- gotta slow down.â
But he only fucks up into you harder. Stronger. Like it killed him to do anything but take you right now and right there on the floor. Messy - no rhythm or rhyme of his hips, just running on pure need and the feeling of you milking his poor cock.
And the idea of that - of your best friend being drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his aching cock - has you a little more breathless than youâd like. Plushy walls clamping down tight.Â
Almost immediately, Chosoâs throwing his head back, gasping out a stuttering, âO-oh so ngh- thatâs what it feels like. Always- always imagined ifâŚâ You donât get to hear the rest of his sentence because two long fingers of his are latching on shyly to your sensitive clit, rolling softly.Â
And if he were any less of a man, Choso would be cumming on the spot - fuck, heâd be passing out.Â
âFuuuuck tighter than Iâd dreamt of.â he whimpers, cock twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. Deft fingers find a lewd little rhythm to toy with your ravaged clit. âHave to slow down- have to- canât.â
He was out of control now. Sloppy. Teary praises leaving those pretty pink lips with each bullying piston of his hips.Â
âCh-Choso!â you whine, dragging your hips down to meet his sloppy cadence.
Chosoâs eyes flutter to the back of his head, grunting âYes, yes thatâs it, my baby. Say my name.â Using his inhuman strength to put pressure on your hips. âTake it- take it please. Wanâ see you full of mâcock.â All the way until the heady bedroom echoes with a loud smack! his fat head kissing your cervix, heavy balls imprinting against your ass.Â
And then itâs like something snapped.Â
Chosoâs sanity - his restraint. Possibly you by the end of this.Â
Because in all of two seconds, heâs flipping the two of you over. Your back pressed against the cool floor, legs thrown over his shoulders until your knees were folded all the way up into your tits, Choso groans into your ear at the all new angle.Â
Not wasting a second longer before fucking you in this mean little mating press, abs rippling with each heavy, calculated movement.Â
âBabyâŚâ Choso drags his lips up your neck, sharp canines biting down on your earlobe. Gentle - the complete opposite of his rock-hard cock. âThink if I cum inside sâgonna solve the curse?â
Oh.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - True kinda love
You thought youâd seen everything there is about the king of curses. Anything from those smug kisses heâd give you after taking care of âscum cursesâ for fun to the times heâd begrudgingly watch sappy movies with you - only to fuck away your tears at the end.Â
You thought.
But oh youâd never seen him like this - yukata torn apart, no longer fitting how much bigger was, how much stronger his form was. His true form.Â
Muscles just bulging on all four arms, eyes half-lidded, dark nails leaving neat little indents where he held your squirming hips sat prettily on two matching, painfully hard cocks.Â
Well, âsat prettilyâ was an understatement - right now you felt so full you couldâve just died.
âHeh, better not die on me just yet because I feel like mâgonna kill fucking everyone..â Sukunaâs large pecs rumble with laughter- shit, had you said that out loud? âEverything.â Long tongue coming up to lick a hot trail up the big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Whispering raggedly, âGod- fuck! Howâd you want it? Like Iâm me or like hah- this?â
Itâs all you can do to crane your head up deliriously, batting your teary lashes in a way that makes Sukuna twitch so wildly.Â
His veins thump! thump! thumping into your gummy walls, fat heads nudging right at your bruised cervix - your lungs it felt like. Hips grinding up into yours when heâs shoving himself impossibly deeper, âAnswer me.â
âFuck!â youâre gasping, stupidly. Glassy gaze flitting down to the two angry cocks bullied inside your poor pussy. And still going. âN-no, your true ngh- form- fuck-âÂ
âOh yeah?â
Your words are coming out a garbled mess, making such a sly, dangerous leer spread across Sukunaâs lips. Fucking up faster. Sloppier.Â
Oh, the feeling had him lightheaded. Had him thankful he lost control of his powers to maintain that pathetic human image of his. Had him ramming past those rings of muscle again. And again. And again and again- oh he was fucked.
âFuuuck, feel like mâburning. Mâso lucky.â Sukuna slurs out, a free hand of his busying itself toying with your throbbing clit. Pulling, rolling in a way he knows will have you whining so prettily. âSooo fuckinâ lucky I didnât kill that fuckinâ trash curse.â Glossing his wrists with your sweet sweet juices, lips kissing at your heated ears. âBecause now I get to see how much of a slut my girl is fâme, hm?â
The only answer heâs getting is a wet string of profanities that even Ryomen Sukuna himself is proud of.Â
Because suddenly Sukunaâs crashing his achy tips against your g-spot, throwing his head back at how fucking sinful it felt to be rubbing up against himself.Â
âShit- yer only getting tighter.â he spits, strained. Sculpted thighs rippling underneath you where he was fucking up into you in jagged, methodical half-thrusts to mold your sweet cunt to him. âNgh- fuuuck gonna be the death of me, pretty girl.â
âPlease-â youâre clawing at the sheets, the headboard, Sukunaâs shoulders - anything and everything to keep your sanity. Begging for- what? Mercy? More? âPlease please- mâso close. Kuna ngh-â
He cranes his head down to kiss at your slack lips, breaths feverish. âDamn. Open that m-mouth now, brat. Jusâ a bit- jusâ a bit more.âÂ
Your mouth is sagging open, tongue lolling out before you know it - positioned perfectly for the bigger man to purse his lips and spit. Once. Twice.Â
And Sukuna knew he had perfect aim, he knew he couldâve made this easy for you - but, no, the steady stream of saliva is splattering against the side of your mouth. A large thumb of his coming up to swipe the mess across your wobbly lower lips.Â
âMy girl deserves to be treated like the slut she is, right?â
His true form has those inhumanly large fingers moving so unfairly fast on your clit, rolling and pinching in an obscene little blur.Â
âOh- oh my god-â you sob, ass stinging where his heavy balls were smacking you - sure to leave a few embarrassing marks. And fuck heâs not even all the way in yet. âY-youâre so deep- so much. Close Hngh-â
Sukunaâs grinning, two hands helping just drag you down his sloppy length, until your sopping folds were kissing at his toned pelvis. Another dancing up to knead and grope your sloppy hole open wider, âSay it. Say who youâre acting like such a slut for.â
âItâs- fuck!â
âSay it properly, my cockdrunk girl. Say it if you wanna cum.â
âYou!â your words fail you pathetically, and the only think youâre moaning next is Sukunaâs name - like a prayer. âSâyou Kuna oh-â
And then youâre cumming - white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, and Sukunaâs name in your mouth. Arching into his body. His tongue slipping past your puffy lips to muffle his own moans because God this was the hardest heâd cum in his life and he wasnât about to drown out any of your pretty moans with it.Â
âOh-â Sukuna shudders, fucking you over and over through your high. Two hands carrying your weight and- shit, when did he stand up? âYeahh, milk me like that, just it mm knew you were so good fâme-â
Youâre realizing with a jolt that heâd gotten up, using gravity to his advantage and sliding you up and down his swollen cocks like some glorified sextoy. So easily. So sinfully while he filled your poor overfilled over and over.Â
Thick, hot globs of cum that drool down your messy cunt, so fucking much from both his throbbing cocks. Like he couldnât - wouldnât stop.Â
Enough to form a pool at Sukunaâs feet. One he doesnât even give a second glance before muttering, âYa better hope youâre on the pill because the curse and I are far from over, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST
You thought it would bate by his second orgasm.Â
And when it didnât, well, surely the third time was the charmâŚ
Or, well on the slight chance that that didnât work - the fourth would be the last, right? Right?
âSweetheartâŚâ Gojo mutters, teary, red-rimmed eyes peering so unfairly into your hazy ones. Folding your trembling, limp legs back into such a tight mating press. âJusâ one more time. Please? I promise this fifth timeâs gonna be the last.âÂ
Wrong. And here you were, folded up in half underneath the great Gojo Satoru - the strongest, the same sorcerer that can take down a special grade and let himself be hit by its cursed technique (âout of curiosity!â) in the same breath.Â
âA-another?â you mutter, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended. Thighs tightening involuntarily where they were thrown over Gojoâs broad shoulders. âToru, are you sure-â
Your dear boyfriendâs only giving you a slow, lazy nod. A dopey smile spreading over his face when he spots the trail of gooey white dribbling down your poor, overfilled pussy, gushing out of you with each languid thrust. Oh- shit, when had he started moving again? You bet even he didnât know that answer.
And before you can react, Gojoâs taking the time to pool the sinful mess on two of his fingers - promptly bullying them back into your already stuffed cunt.
Fuck, youâre not making it out of this alive.
âShit, taking me so e-easily, huh?â Gojoâs raw, pink lips fall open when your sloppy hole stretches just enough to accommodate his long fingers. âY-yeah thaâs it. Take it like mâgood girl.â Tears of sensitivity pricking behind his eyes when you clench around him so fucking tight, your plushy walls just milking his ravaged cock. âF-fuck sâtoo sensitive. Too much!â
And despite his own little whines at the back of his throat, Gojo makes no move to stop.Â
Did he say heâd stop? Ah, his fried brain couldnât remember anymore.
None at all, instead, heâs raising his glossy finger pads right up to his mouth. Blue eyes falling shut when he presses them inside momentarily, sucking, savoring the taste of you and him and you-
âYouâre t-too much, Toru.â you squeal in embarrassment.Â
And thatâs all it takes the strongest to let out a barely-lucid hum of agreement - pulling out his fingers with a lewd pop!Â
âI know, sweetheart, I know.â he leans down to hum, breath hot against your face. âBut what can I- ngh- do-â Each word was punctuated by a harsh, sloppy smack of his hips against your own. Not even bothering pulling all the way out - Gojo doesnât have to, because heâs nudging all your sweet spots so expertly anyway. Grunting out over those absolutely lewd squelches, âI just want- need you so bad. Sâlike mâburning from the inside hah- o-out if I donât ngh fuck this pretty pussy.â Heâs babbling deliriously, bent so far down now that your forehead is pressed up against his, thighs burning at the stretch. â-need it so bad. Need it - my one weakness, sweetheart. Sâgonna kill me- gonna be the death of me oh-â
âPlease!â you think you could almost feel Gojoâs cum sloshing around your walls right now. Fucking you into the mattress so hard - so deep - that you wonder by what miracle the neither of you havenât broken anything yet.Â
It wasnât a miracle - it was his reverse cursed technique, which the both of you discover only much, much later.Â
But for now youâre only clinging desperately to Gojoâs muscled shoulders, bones popping in protest. Fucked-out whimpers spiling from his pretty mouth each time he was slamming his poor, overused cock inside you. Teary eyes screwing shut because shit it hurt so good. Too good.Â
âF-Fuck!â youâre gasping when he dances his fingers straight down to draw hasty, feverish little circles on your poor clit. Fingers clawing at his persistent wrist, âOh my god-â
Gojo hums into your mouth, âJ-just âToruâ is fine.â
You let his cocky little comment slide - if only because your boyfriend was smashing into your g-spot repeatedly now. Over and over.
Voice about an octave higher when heâs groaning, âY-yeah, that good? Ngh- ah!â His hips were stuttering forwards - messy, so so needy like he was drunk on those cute lilâ whines tearing from you with each drag of his cock. âYeah fuck fuck f-fuck yer killinâ me - pussy too good, feels like mâgonna die.â
God, he really did feel like he could die. Fuck.Â
âM-me too ngh, Toru.â you wrench your eyes open when something so wet splashes onto your cheeks. Boring into Gojoâs glassy, pussydrunk eyes. Crying now. âMâso close-â
âO-oh yeah?â
And then heâs speeding up - if that was even possible. Flushed skin smacking against yours harder. Just a bit more calculated. Like he couldnât stop. Uncontrollable.Â
Enough for Gojo to blink away the slight haze in his eyes and actually look at you. Look at the way your lips wobble with each glide of his fat tip against your sensitive spots, the way you milk him harder when heâs smearing his mess of cum all over your clit. At those delirious little heart-eyes you give him when he only lets his jaw sag open, such fucking embarrassing whimpers of your name being drawn all the way from his overworked cock.Â
âCum fâme, sweetheart.â he manages to grit out. âCum fâme cum fâme, please. Please.â
And how could you not when the strongest asks you so prettily?
You donât know who cums first - just that your own orgasm is a wave of tingles that shoot all the way from your toes right into your stupidly fucked-out brain. Again and again and Gojo-
Oh, Gojo canât do anything but bury his head into the crook of your neck. Sharp teeth biting down hard at the point of your pulse as he cums over and over and over. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed right into your silky cunt. A sinful little white that drools out of your sloppy slit - too much.Â
âSweetheartâŚâ Oh, you knew that tone - too well. âYâknow how I h-have the ah- six eyes nâ this was only our fifth round and six is really a nice num-â
âMâgonna kill you, Toru.â
âSâthat dirty talk for our sixth round?â
A/N. TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO
Plagiarism not authorized.
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My nervous system has been soooo fucked the last few days due to #Emotions!
#today i was like boardering on panicing being extremely sad and feeling deeply disturbed but like never actually reaching any completely#if that makes sense#it was kg any one thing happens i will panic or i will start sobbing or whatever but that thing never coming#so i was doing a bunch to avoid feeling any of those things pr thinking any of the thoughts that made it worse#i still thought them but it was tolerable#but now i have to sleep and i have obligations tomorrow and im not exhausted enough to just pass out#so now i must rawdog it and face the thoughts!! which means i MIGHT have s panic atfack or breakdown in the middle of the night#at least my obligations are mild tomorrow!!#and the feelings are getting easier with the days so hopefully its not too bad with the start of school!!!!#i love learning i have another genuine trigger and dealing with the consequences#i never wouldve thought that that topic would upset me so much but it did!!!!#or like the topic wasnt upsetting like i am genrallh neutral about it but that conversation triggered like genuine intrusive thoughts#i dont even struggle with those often or ever really but the last 2 days have been BRUTAL#its just so weird becausw like ive talked about this with people before and had no problems but this was like BAD#i need to assess my relationship to some things AGAIN but its like so hard because as soon as i start i get the thioughts and i get upset#maybe in like a week ill be able to approach it#but its like it would probably be less upsettting if i coukd figure out WHY its so upsetting and like my relationship to it#but i cant do that becausw it upsets me#WHATEVER
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part two
Something something TF 141 gets a new secretary because their old one decided to finally retire, and you show up.
A sweet little thing, no military experience, all shy smiles and nervous chuckles, punctual and neat.
You take care of their paperwork, their mail, schedule their meeting, bring them coffee, and most importantly itâs not half bad to have a good set of legs and a pretty face to look at.
Price was a right gentleman, a nicer boss than you couldâve ever expected from a military man, and Soap and Gaz really had your confidence going whenever they made their flirtatious quips (which was everyday, really).
Ghost, though? Ghost was exactly what youâd expected after hearing the stories: a stoic, intimidating man who spoke in grunts and monosyllables, and who was, in your opinion, quite rude.
Did the man have no manners? Had his mother not taught him to say âthank youâ?
You tried making an extra effort with him, your need to be liked overpowering your annoyance towards the lieutenant, because you intended to keep this job; the pay was great, it was a short drive from your apartment and you werenât going to let a guy who wore a bloody skull balaclava everyday ruin this for you.
So you smiled more, made your good mornings and good afternoons sweeter, same as the tea youâd leave on his desk everyday at 4 pm sharp, and the little squiggly hearts youâd draw on the post it notes on top of his files.Â
And when Simonâs grunts started mutating into full fledged sentences, and he actually told you a joke, you found yourself grinning, more out of self satisfaction than because of whatever ridiculous pun heâd said in that deep, rumbling voice of his.
For you, it was over, your plan had worked, and now all your bosses liked you, getting rid of that lingering uneasiness in the back of your head.Â
For Simon, on the other hand? Youâd unlocked Pandora's box, if said box contained the lieutenantâs affection (obsession) for you.
It was true, he hadnât liked you at first: you disrupted the routine, the practised flow of the office, and gave Johnny and Kyle an excuse to be fucking insufferable in their working space instead of only in the shitty pubs where theyâd drag him after shifts. He was going to lose his fucking mind if he had to hear another âcanât walk into the office looking that good, darlinâ. wonât let me get anything doneâ.
The worst part was that they werenât wrong; you were pretty and Simon couldnât deny that. I mean, what did anyone expect, for him to not shoot a look at your arse in those tight trousers? He was but a man.
But when you started your little routine, it sent him down a spiral. What the fuck was your problem? Why would you draw a bloody heart next to the note that reminded him about his debrief?Â
What you hadnât understood, though, was that with a man like Simon Riley, that wasnât just being nice, it wasnât getting him to like you. it was an enablement of his ugly heart, something that fed the flames of his desires, because why else would be making him tea? that was practically a wedding vow, love.Â
So he decided that you were his, that he didnât need to discuss it with you because you already worried your pretty, little head too much with work and what future husband would he be if he didnât try to make your life easier?
That included tellin Kyle to fuck off when he flirted with you, giving you a lift when your car broke down (which had absolutely nothing to do with simon messing with its battery), and helping you find your cat when it ran away (the fucking thing had scratched the hell out him when heâd taken it to that alleyway).Â
The most important part of his duties, however, was watching you, making sure you were safe. Because who was gonna do it if not him? certainly not your, in his assessment, untrustworthy friends.
And your locks were so easy to pick, it had only taken him one try.
So Simon watched as you read a book and bought the same the very next day, he watched you prepare meal after meal with the nutritional value of a brick and made a mental note to make you something healthy when heâd finally cook for you, and he watched as you came out of the shower, completely enthralled.
Unfortunately, he had no way of looking into your bathroom but youâd walk into your room wrapped only in a towel so he wasnât going to be too picky. Especially not when he got to see you rub that vanilla scented lotion that drove him insane into your soft skin, or drop the fluffy towel to the ground only to cover the delicate swell of your breasts with your pyjama top.
His favourite part, however, was without doubt when youâd lie against your pillows, your fingers dipping below your waistband. His sweet bird, not so innocent after all.Â
His body would burn as he watched, his hands aching to replace your fingers, his tongue wetting his lips because it couldnât touch yours.
He held onto every tiny gasp, every quiet whine, knowing that heâd make you sound so much better.
But he was patient and he was going to do things properly, take his time: take you to dinner, buy you gifts, eventually give you the ring heâd already bought. He wasnât a total wanker, lovie.
So for now he was going to be satisfied with watching you and stealing your panties, offering a gruff âmorning, sweetheartâ the next day.
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HOT DILF NEXT DOOR â.á
â toji fushiguro, kento nanami, satoru gojo x fem!reader â ŕ¨ŕ§ taglist
â PG-18 â reversed version of hot milf next door â age gap, all consenting adultsâ creampie except for kento â they are actual dilfs not just older menâ you cheat on your bf with satoru but he deserves it, and reader is a bratâ
this is long and I've had this request for longer, so take this as an apology for not posting anything new lately âš3
đđ TOJI
of course another screw had to come loose from the cheap cupboard doors barely hanging on for dear life. you curse under your breath, wiping a drop of sweat that makes itâs way down your forehead and onto the cupid bow, âfuck this shit placeâ finding a good place as a student was no good, and it was either surviving in a struggling apartment or sharing living space at the school dorms where the air reeked of multiple fluids and body odors was not really an option.
and now, rummaging through the multiple still closed boxes laying on your living room to find a screwdriver was neither an option, âjust kill me alreadyâ mustering up some courage, your feet drags you to the front door and towards the one next to it, hoping and praying that your neighbor is an actual nice person as your knuckles hit the wood, please, anything really, perhaps an older lady who can bake, or a lovely young student around your age who canâ
oh.
thatâs a freaking kid.
âhi, um..., are your parents home?â so freaking awkward, the kid looks at you unimpressed, barely blinking and dark hair sticking in all directions before he turns around.
okay, that was rude, but youâre about to speak again until he comes up, moving as if he owned the place, big muscles under a shirt a bit too tight, and that flat expression barely quirks up in what seems like a grin, âcan I help you, doll?â and oh, again, that voice is enough to make your knees buck.
âh-hi, i moved next door, and uhââ shit, shit, âdo you have a screwdriver I can borrow for a second?â did you even introduce yourself? that does not matter, and the man doesnât seem to care, giving you an amused up and down look before nodding.
âgot a problem with the cupboard already, huh? donât worry I got a trickâ isnât this man such a gentleman? already gathering some tools and telling the kid, now called Megumi, to behave while he helped the cute girl.
heâs definitely flirting, yeah, it must be, those half grins, constant licks at the scar in the corner of his mouth and the way his eyes trail up and down your body when he thinks youâre not looking, thatâs flirting, isnât it?
just snap out of it, youâre not an eighteen year old anymore, youâre 20... not a big difference, but you should not be fantasizing about that man who is most likely married.
â... anything else?â his voice snaps you out of your stupor, now for good, but you know heâs aware, judging by the grin he offers.
âno, thatâs all, thanksâ you hope that will answer whatever he also asked, what you donât expect is for his large body frame to walk up to you, a calloused thumb pressing on your jaw to tilt your head up.
he leans slightly, âno need to be shy, doll, neighbors are to help each otherâ and there is a trace of something else behind his words, something you canât quite put into words.
a very slight gasp escapes your lips as his thumb runs down, gently caressing the column of your throat and collarbones, âyouâre so pretty, a pretty girl like you must have a pretty nameâ and you utter it, rolling out your tongue for Toji to catch it with his own name in a shared breath.
Toji. Toji. Toji.
âToji...! itâs nghhh... r-reaching oh, so deep!â who could have thought that âneighboors helping each otherâ would have turned into âneighbors who rearrange your gutsâ.
itâs been a few days since the first time Toji helped you fix the furniture, which developed into some kisses, cock sucking and now almost a daily fuck, with quivering thighs with just how hard Tojiâs cock rammed into your tiny hole, so fuckinâ wet and tight, struggling to accommodate the whole girth of the manâs huge cock sliding in and out deliciously deep.
thereâs a whole package of condoms in your drawer, tucked under the remaining pair of panties Toji hasnât ripped apart in attempts to reach your cunt faster.
âtake it, fuckinâ take itâ he huffs, cock twitching inside your velvety walls that cling to each vein and ridge around that fat and long dick, the couch drags across the floor with each one of the dark hairedâs thrusts, having you bent, a tit out of the tank top, panties swinging around an ankle and toes curled in sheer bliss. that man knows how to fuck.
and his hand is everywhere, one is holding your shoulders to brutally pull you back so your pussy lips spread vulgarly on each side of his balls, while the other entrained itself by pinching a nipple, tugging your tits and groping the fat of your ass, a low whistle comes next at the sight of your tiny hole stuffed to the brim, âfuck, doll, this cute tight pussy is gripping so tight, shit..., like a fucking virgin...â and a thumb comes to rub your clitoris, a bit uncoordinated but still as good, making your head swim in pleasure, âiâm going to cum if you tighten so hard...â
âi-inâ angh, inside, please!â
âof course iâm cumming in this pussyâ Toji mocks with a laugh and you whimper, shaking your head, barely turning to look at the man from above your shoulder with pleading, cute eyes.
âtake off the condomâ and fuck, a fat drop of precum just oozed from the tip.
your hands reach back to press on Tojiâs v line, fingertips grazing the slick coated base, âthe princess wants a creampie in her tiny cunt?â
fucking hell, that cocky smirk and the way his cock, disgustingly hard, slaps against his abdomen when pulling out makes your tummy do a flip, eagerly reaching to tug on the latex tip and tossing the condom away as if it was offensive.
âa-ah yes!â you canât avoid the relief moan that gets pulled out of your lips at the sensation, alongside Tojiâs pleasure groan that rumbles deep and darkly, with thumbs hooking on each side of your pussy to keep you spread and ready to take those perfectly aligned thrusts, smashing your g spot and having you cumming within seconds, âg-uh, so good... I need...â
âi know, baby, I know, iâm... fuck... cumming deep in this fertile young pussyâ
đđ KENTO
the last box is loaded in the truck and your parents bid you farewell. sigh, time to get to work, âdo you need any more help?â Kento asks, your sweet and kind neighbor who youâve known for years, who used to brush your knees when you fell on the grass while playing with Yuuji, who baked delicious loafs of bread you cheerfully ate sitting at the edge of his kitchen counter with your feet swinging.
âi will be okayâ you say, flashing a side grin towards the older man, his face as warm as ever, but currently sporting several age lines that just make him look hotter.
yes, you grew and so did he, but your first, and initial admiration towards the man, soon became more loving and even lustful when you turned 19, and now with your parents moving abroad, leaving the cozy, childhood home you grew up in to your care, being into Kentoâs âcareâ âwhich you did not even needed in the first place, god, youâre a grown adult!â perhaps you were going to use this chance to get closer to the man.
âthen I will get going so you get used to your new independenceâ he jokes a little, turning to return to his empty home due to Yuujiâs just recent departure to college.
âwait!â you stop him, âi was thinking... you know that yummy bread you used to bake? do you mind teaching me how to do it myself?â that will definitely do, getting into Kentoâs good side, and house, was as easy as you remember.
and of course he agreed, offering a nod and gentle smile that just made your belly do a flip, what a damn pervert you were, lusting over your neighbour who probably just saw you as a charity work.
but then again, Kento needed it, the poor man was so lonely, with Yuuji gone, his wife leaving him years ago due to his âworkaholicâ behaviour, a womanâs touch was so needed in his life, and you were going to help.
the baking class is so domestic you kinda feel bad for trying to get into the blondeâs pants, really, his always present and fond smile while you accidentally made a mess of floor all over the kitchen counter was not good for your heart, nor the way he chuckled in that deep and low voice tone of his, hoping he did not notice the way your knees bucked.
a hand comes to hold your wrist, so gentle, âknead like thisâ and his voice is right against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine and heat pooling in your lower abdomen as he guides the motions, yet your eyes are glued to the way his hand veins pop with each squeeze, would he knead your ass the same way? and also... is his cock that veiny too?
with that thought in mind, you barely buck your hips back, pretending to change the weight from one foot to another when, in reality, you purposely brushed your butt with his crotch.
and Kento notices, his hands stopping for a brief second before resuming, and you move again, almost like a dance to see who would snap first, although each buck and brush is more bold than the previous, that until a large and veiny hand squeezes your hip, there it is.
âstay stillâ his voice is low and almost a rumble, feeling the warmth of his chest near your back through the thin layers of clothes.
that should not turn you on as much as it did, feeling slightly embarrassed from being caught and stopped that you unconsciously squirm again, and of course, your butt now lands right against Kentoâs tenting crotch, feeling the tip poking on a cheek, âshit...â your moan is weak, unable to stop from full on grinding against his cock, to which his hands grip you tighter, the dough long forgotten.
âdonât... do that...â Kentoâs words are strained, barely holding on from the urge to just bend you over and fuck you senseless, truth is he saw you grow up, but he also witnessed how you became the nature and sexy girl you are now, âthis is wrongâ
but his name sounds so cutely from you, that soft, mewled, and needy âKento...â is just enough to break him.
the sticky mess of flour and water remaining on the kitchen counter sticks to the back of your shirt, it will be a pain to wash it, but meh, that should be another dayâs worry, currently, your only focus is the man between your legs, keeping you as spread as ever, with your feet propped up the counter, leggings pulled down and that condom clad cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, and yes, itâs very fucking veiny.
âthis is what you wanted, didnât you?â his words are huffed from the effort of thrusting mercilessly inside your hole, with a hand on the apex of your thigh to keep your lips open, and the other laying on a jiggling tit, âto get fucked by an older man, I saw the way you look at me, sweetheart, youâre not subtleâ
that just makes you clench and mewl, getting caught drooling over the man was utterly hot and even excited he knew just how much you wanted him in your guts like now, âc-canât help it, youâreâ ngh, t-tooo hot!â itâs like youâre losing consciousness with each drag of those throbbing veins against your walls, the friction so fucking delicious and deep, oh so deep, curving just perfectly to drive you insane.
âyouâre so hot tooâ he praises, the words so unfamiliar coming from those lips, adding to the lust filled expression of an almost pussy drunk man, âyouâve grown beautifullyâ and his words are like his hands, caressing your body with heat leaving on its wake until it lays on your fluttering abdomen, âso sexy, so tight and wetâ
âjust for youâ you moan around your own fingers, sucking the digits to leave them soaked and rub tight circles on your swollen clit, itâs a vision that makes Kentoâs cock twitch and splurt another drop of pre inside the condom.
Kento, the always impecable and polite man that fucks so nasty and kisses as equally lewd, gripping your jaw with a hand and a tongue comes to rub all across your sweet mouth, swallowing the desperate pleas and âiâm cummingâ mumbles before youâre a sobbing mess and Kento is stuffing the condom full of creamy semen that, hopefully, will stuff your pussy bare someday.
đđ SATORU
âis it really necessary?â you complain for what feels like the fourth time that exact same day, your parents donât get it, of course they donât, you were doing just fine with your classes, and if the grades were barely above the requirement to pass, so what? at least you were not struggling in college.
âis that boyâs fault,â your mom says from the back, arms crossed and a scowl on her face, âi told you he is a bad influence and still you did not listen! now your grades are a mess, itâs like our money for your tuition is going to wasteâ ah yes, your filthy rich parents money, that money was almost spare cash for them.
âdonât bring my boyfriend in this, itâs not his faultâ you attempt to defend the little honor your lover had, which, honestly, he did not deserve, he was the worst kind of man you couldnât have ever fallen for, uninterested, having you crawl behind him, but he had a big dick and a bike, sigh.
âi donât care, youâre going to have Mr. Gojo tutor you, you like it or notâ
Satoru Gojo or Mr. Gojo, your also filthy rich neighbor who just traveled around the world with god knows what money, what would he even know?
the sound of your foot tapping on the floor could tick anyone, but your stupid boyfriend hasnât responded to any text since yesterday, and youâre two minutes away from making the long and boring walk to your next doorâs neighbor house, so long and boring.
you curse and grab your bag way too hastily, youâre sick of this, utterly pissed off, and sadly Mr. Gojo will have to turn into your punching bag.
one or twice is the times youâve seen the man, he was barely at home or your schedules never met, but damn, he was hot.
tall, broad, with soft white hair that fell on his eyes and made him look younger than he was, bright blue eyes to contrast and ridiculously long legs and hands. somehow youâre a bit speechless as he asks you to come in, taking the surroundings of his home and the family picture frames hanging off the walls, not a woman in sight, strange.
âwhere is your wife?â mouth works faster than the brain, but Satoru does not mind, giving you a smirk from over his shoulder.
âi donât have a wife, my kids were adoptedâ damn, that makes it harder for you to hate on this man.
deciding not to pry even more into the topic you just follow him to the living room, a bunch of history books are splayed in the coffee table so you sit next to the man in one of the large, leather couches.
âyour parents say youâre struggling with Japanese periods, yes? Meiji, Heian...â
this was going to be long, âyeah, whatever, why do I even have to learn about all that? itâs in the past, who caresâ your attention was drifting again, pulling out your phone and tapping harshly on the screen, no messages, âfuckâ
âhey, focus here, princess, leave your phone asideâ the sudden shiver that runs down your spine at the nickname is somehow drowned down by a rush of annoyance, you were already in a bad mood and now this man was telling you what to do? fuck this.
âdonât tell me what to do! itâs not as if i wanted to come here in the first placeâ with a leg crossed over the other your head turns, puffing your cheeks like a spoiled brat.
and again, your eyes drop to your phone.
âhm, I see how it isâ yet heâs not mad, more like... amused, and before you realize it heâs snatching your phone that happened to be unlocked, âwhoâs sukuna?â
âgive me that!â you squeak, trying to grab your phone back but Satoru is already scrolling through endless embarrassing texts and multiple nudes youâve sent.
he clicks his tongue in return, âoh, babygirl, you donât know how to pick a man, do you?â he coos, almost as if heâs mocking you, and before you realize it, youâre being dragged to his lap, a hand on the small of your back and the other on a bare knee, âtsk, tsk, a sweet thing like you deserve much better, a real man who can please youâ his smirk almost makes you moan, adding to the way his long and slender fingers trailed up your thigh to brush the edge of the panties you wore, which were almost ruined at this point.
âboys your age donât know how to satisfy a girl like youâ
the previous heated exchange is not turned into moans echoing in the room, Satoru is so fuckinâ big and long, making your eyes cross and tongue loll out with each drag of his cock inside your walls, he has you spread, with your thighs swinging over his forearms, chest on your back and his lips on your neck, giving you the fuck of your life while at the same time being treated like a fleshlight.
the man is big, big muscles and a big cock that struggles to push past the resistance inside your cunt, but itâs so worthy once itâs in, successfully finding your g spot within seconds of pounding.
âthatâs a good girl, yeah, keep moaning, babygirl, your cunt is perfect around my cockâ how could this man speak so lewd and freely while rearranging your guts, voice unaffected but the throb and twitch of his cock proved otherwise, âi havenât fucked a pussy this damn tight, youâre sucking me in, ah fuckâ greedy young cuntâ
ânghh! haagh f-uck Sa-ah toru!â what a mess, mess of babbling nonsense and a mess of slick and precum dripping down to pool between your legs and onto the couch, the creamy sound of your pussy dragging you and down is just growing with how wetter you get, creating a ring of pearly cum around the base of Satoruâs fat cock filling your insides.
your phone rings, but who fuckinâ cares? your boyfriend is in the past, and now having a tutor is not that entirely bad.
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