#Waterfall Bathroom Faucet

[ratnalaila]

Bathroom - 3/4 Bath Image of a small, modern 3/4 bathroom with white cabinets

[mariesamuels]

Medium Sun Room in Seattle Example of a mid-sized transitional porcelain tile and beige floor sunroom design with no fireplace and a skylight

[uhhleeese]

Master Bath Dallas Example of a large trendy master beige tile and travertine tile mosaic tile floor and beige floor bathroom design with flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, a wall-mount toilet, white walls, a vessel sink, quartzite countertops and a hinged shower door

[misstel]

Eclectic Bathroom - Bathroom

Mid-sized eclectic 3/4-mosaic tile floor, gray floor, single-sink, wallpaper bathroom idea with flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, multicolored walls, an undermount sink, white countertops, and a freestanding vanity.

[zippywondernumbat]

Miami Bathroom Trendy medium tone wood floor and brown floor powder room photo with flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, multicolored walls, an integrated sink and white countertops

[satanic10]

Master Bath - Contemporary Bathroom

Corner shower: A small, modern master corner shower idea with gray and cement tiles, a two-piece toilet, gray walls, a built-in sink, and solid surface countertops.

[loolay]

Miami Contemporary Powder Room

[vaultsnakes]

Contemporary Bathroom

[prettiedup]

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you met toji at a bar. you remember that setting very well, sometimes too well. when you’re bored, you’ll sit back and think about that very night. you had just turned 20 not too long ago, and your friends had finally got the fake ids they ordered months ago. with excited giggles, they handed the ids out. you’ll never forget how your heart thumped as you examined the little card that displayed lie after lie. you had never done something so illegal, something so sinister.

that night, you waited until your parents were sleeping. no, not just laying in bed and resting, but absolutely sleeping. their breathing turned heavy and their chests rose up and down slowly. their backs touched each other as if they had enough of each other, even while unconscious. with the knowledge that they were asleep, you made sure to close the luxurious door as quietly as possible. the door closed shut with a soft thud. you stood there for a second, holding your breath. you weren’t sure as to what you were waiting for, but you waited.

you counted to 60 in your head four times before solidifying that they were actually asleep. your eyes crinkle as a smile adorned your lips. with newfound enthusiasm, your feet that were comforted in white lace socks pitter patter against the prime grade wood flooring. you skip into your room and close and lock the door behind you.

you grab your phone that sits on top of your nightstand.11:20 it reads. you have exactly an hour and ten minutes to get ready. you’re quick to rush into your white marbled bathroom that had soft pink enhancements sprouted throughout the room.

the walls are adorned with large, glossy white marble tiles, reflecting light and creating an illusion of spaciousness. lowered chandeliers create soft, ambient lighting, casting a gentle modern glow over the room. the room's main feature is a gleaming white marble bathtub with simple, elegant lines and a large basin that invites you to have a relaxing dip. a peaceful waterfall faucet that cascades above it softly filling the tub with warm water whenever you feel the need to soak your stresses away.

you choose to use your stand-up shower, for this occasion. the shower is fully glass, exposing everything and more. two sides or large glass panels trap you on your sides to stop the water from escaping freely. as you turn the hot water on, both the overhead shower-head and the six miniature shower-heads come to life. you take off your pink silky robe, hanging it on the nook that’s nailed onto the wall beside your shower. you rub your body clean with soaps and exfoliators. the water plays a soft tune throughout the bathroom, the relaxing sound from the faucet merges with the sweet scents. it’s a precise routine that you do daily. scrubbing yourself until you’re absolutely sure your body is sparkling, and then stepping out of your shower with a pink fluffy towel around your body. a large white bathroom rug catches all of the spare droplets as you walk to your sink.

when you’re done with your skincare routine which includes not only your face but oiling your body down, you’re leaving your bathroom and walking into your walk-in closet. the automatic light sensors turn on, almost if it was awaiting your arrival. you choose a short light pink dress, and a pair of expensive shoes that match the shading. you gush over the cute bows that are etched onto the heel of the shoe.

time moves quickly. one minute you’re brushing your hair and inserting a clip on bow, and the next you’re quietly sneaking out through the back door. you walk to your friend’s white range rover that’s parked three houses down.

the rest of the night is moved in little blurs. you feel like you’re sitting inside of a cinema, watching a newly released movie. the bar is full of men. and not the guys you’re used to seeing around at these little college frat parties. no, these are men with tattoos, men with beards, mens with war battles littered on their body, men who are old enough to be your dad. as you look around, you suddenly feel childish in your outfit. the women in the bar wear crop tops and little shorts that have their ass cheeks hanging out. there’s a sense of maturity that courses through the bar, something the frat parties could never carry.

these are criminals, office men, police officers, businessmen. and suddenly there’s a throbbing in your lower region that you’ve never felt before. you’re looking around curiously as if the bar is some sort of museum that hold rare artifacts.

you look over at a table full of guys, their faces are littered with tired eyes and white beards. you accidentally make eye contact with one of the men and he winks before smirking and muttering something to his friends. they all snap their heads to you and your friends. some of them whistle while the others carry the same smirk. you should feel disgusted, guys that were possibly in the same classes with your dad, are making advances towards you. but instead the throbbing increases and a feeling of need courses through your body.

your friends make it to the bar and take your seats. a female bartender who looks to be in her mid 30s walks up to you four. she has overgrown blonde roots and various random tattoos littered all over her skin. her skin is obviously fake tanned, the exposed parts of her body are three shades darker than her head. her makeup is cakey and there’s dark eyeshadow around her eyes creating a lazily done smokey eye look. there’s a few facial piercings on her face as well. a dermal beside her eye, two dimple piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and when she opens her mouth to greet you all you can see the ball of a tongue piercing.

“what can i get for you ladies?” her voice is somewhat strained and gravelly. as she leans in, you can smell the lingering smell of cigarettes on her tongue.

“can i have eight shots of lemon drop, please.” your friend flashes the bartender a mischievous smile.

those shots were what got the night going. you were already very tipsy after your two shots and also a half glass of tequila. your friends had scattered around the bar, having conversations amongst themselves. you watch them, there’s envy burning in your stomach at how social they’re able to be so easily. you take it as competition. you sway your head to the side and your eyes land on a guy who’s sitting on the far end of the counter.

with the confidence you mustered, you walk up to him and sit in the wooden chair beside him. the chair creaks as you adjust yourself. sucking in a heavy breath, you smile at him.

“hi.” you greet him.

“’m not a perv. fuck off.” his response has you blinking rapidly in shock.

“uhm .. what? i’m-i’m of age!” you exclaim. you don’t know why you feel so offended at his words. most girls would’ve instantly stood up and walked away from his hostility, but if anything it strung you in even more.

“yeah, okay. and lemme guess, there’s pigs out there flyin’.” he chuckles but it’s forced, if anything.

“you, sir, are reaaaal hostile.” you drag the word out. the alcohol in your system is fumbling with your ability to talk normally.

“go away, little girl.” he dismisses you once again. he’s gripping his glass, with the muscles straining from his tight black shirt you wonder if he’s going to end up breaking it.

you have no idea as to why you’re so stuck on staying beside him and continuing to try. “i’ll have you know,” you emphasize, making sure the word rings through his head. “i can do everything you can do. vote, pay taxes, drive, all of that.”

“not drink, though.” he argues.

your eyebrows scrunch and suddenly you’re digging through your purse searching for that fake id. once your fingers grasp it, you’re pulling it out and slamming it on the polished wood.

“actually, i can.” you challenge. you’re sliding the card in front of him, all of your confidence powered into that one finger.

the guy goes quiet for a second, he’s reading your id. you cross your arms in victory. yeah, he doesn’t have much to say now.

or so you thought. “this shit’s faker than me claimin’ t’be a good father.” he says, his voice tinged with disgust. he slides the card back in front of you.

“okay. whatever. ‘m of age, though. okay? i’m 20 and if i’m not mistaken that’s grown.” you reply.

he finally turns, his entire body turns to look at you. lean and toned. he’s extremely built, with muscles everywhere. not to mention his waist, that’s so so slim. he’s wearing black jeans but you don’t even have to see his legs to know they match his arms. your eyes dart away his lower body to focus on his face. his face is rugged and masculine. he has sharp, angular features, including a strong jawline and high cheekbones. his green eyes are sharp and piercing as he stares down at you. you notice there’s an attractive scar that runs through his thin lips.

“‘nd is there a reason as t’why you keep botherin’ me, ms.twenty year old?” he asks sarcastically.

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“g-gonna cum again!” you gasp. your head lays in the crook of his neck. he has one strong hand holding your head so even if you wanted to move it, you couldn’t. 

you had only had sex with one guy, ever. and he was more so on the skinnier side. you wouldn't shame him at all, he had managed to pull a few orgasms out of you. but this一this was different. he was stretching you out in ways that had your mind completely fucked. your pussy is stretched and wrapped tightly around his cock as if it was made for him and him only. 

your knees laid on both sides of his hips. you had started off riding him but he had quickly taken control when he realized how awkward you are when you’re on top. the way you stiffly jerked your hips would have resulted in absolutely no orgasms if he had let you continue. his feet were planted flat on the mattress  while his other arm was wrapped around your lower back so that he could have leverage as he plowed his cock into your dripping pussy. 

you could faintly hear the sound of police sirens through the thin motel walls. you had let the mystery man sway you to this cheap motel that looked as if it was infested with a little bit of everything. you remember the look on the receptionist’s face, a big man dressed in all black with a girl that’s inches shorter than him right beside him. they looked suspicious until you grabbed at the guy’s hand to lead him back outside once the two of you got a key.

“fuck are you so quiet for?” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts. before you could respond his big palm is striking down on your ass, sending multiple slaps. you whimper and jerk in his hold but he doesn’t let you move. “ungrateful thing. should i stop?”

“no!” you sob out. “please don’t stop.”

he rubs his hand over the spot he attacked before gripping your hip and fucking up into you even harder. the sound of his balls slapping against your skin and your pussy wetting his dick even more echoed through the room. the motel bed squeaks with every movement, like an old door protesting against being opened.

your senses whirl as he abruptly hurls you onto the side of the bed. your form plunges into the worn mattress, a musical of creaking springs accompanying your fall as you land on your stomach. everything moves fast as he’s suddenly behind you and pressing cock back inside of your awaiting pussy.

“arch your back.” he grumbles. he doesn’t give you time to move on your own before he’s grabbing your hips and adjusting them into the air. his sharp eyes take in your bruised pussy that’s clenching around nothing.

he lets his leaking cockhead rub against your pussy for a few moments. he shudders when his thick pre cum mixes with your arousal, creating a beautiful canvas. you’re whining and cooing out to him, he takes not of you growing impatient and taking it upon yourself to move your hips in desperate attempts that his dick would enter you.

“desperate girl.” he tuts before lining his dick up and slamming his dick back inside of you.

you let a deafening scream as your pussy streams out liquid. he immediately pulls out and rubs his length through the mess you’re creating.

"gooood girl. mhm cum all on m'dick. jus' like that." he coos at you. "gonna gimme some more? hm?" he asks while bracing his cock for your tight walls.

you whimper out something unintagible as you fix your arch once again. just the thought of him scolding you for not listening put a sense of uneasiness in your body. you wanted to continue being his good girl.

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nestled in a sea of soft, spiraling sheets and flat pillows, your soft breathing created a peaceful, rhythmic lullaby in the room. your chest's soft rise and fall resembled the waves' gentle rise and fall on a calm beach. your shape was nestled into the motel bed, which provided a false sense of haven from the outer world. toji gives your body a once over. he had really done a number on you. your body is littered with bites and bruises from him gripping you too hard. and somehow through all his negligence and however rough he was with you, you continued to moan and beg for more.

he told himself he was done with one night stands. god damnit. and then here you go walking into the bar with those needy ass doe eyes. he could smell the youthfulness on you. a twenty year old prissy girl with no true understanding of how ugly the world actually is.

toji exhaled while being lost in his own world as he stood outside the dimly illuminated motel room, wisps of smoke swirling around him. the light from his cigarette flickered with every breath, highlighting his face in the shadows.

he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good. having a fine thing begging for more of his cock, the way you gripped the sheets whenever the overstimulation got too much to deal with, your choked sobs as he brought you to a place you've probably never reached before. a smirk tugged on his lips. you made him feel young again, that's for sure.

he could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, it's possibly his boss who has found a shady job for toji to do. usually, he would've accepted in seconds but the thought of you halted him from doing so. this motel was located in a rather dangerous location and toji would feel like shit if he was listening to the news one day and found out some criminal got to you. he decides he'll walk you to a safer area before the two of you part ways.

his heart thumps hard in chest when he realizes this is the first and last time you two would ever do something like this. he enjoyed your smart replies and the fake confidence you put up at the bar. even more so, he enjoyed the size difference between you two. he dwarfs you in every way. he was practically throwing you around like some ragdoll and you took it. you took it all and that shit is fascinating to toji.

he tilts his head back, a cloud of smoke escapes through his mouth and into the air. that was一fun. he decides.

[erwinsvow]

there’s an outdoor shower at the chateau—a tiny thing, really, just three planks of wood and the wall of john b’s home where the showerhead is attached. the water pressure depends on the day, depends on if anyone is using the bathroom inside the house or if jj accidentally left the faucet in the kitchen running. 

there’s a rusty hook where clothes can be hung if the other shower was occupied, and the towel is always thrown just over the door opposite the water so it doesn’t get too wet.

you are well accustomed to this shower. you know exactly how to hang your towel to avoid the waterfall, where to avoid stepping because the rocks get slippery. sometimes the door opens up by itself, the result of old hinges and worn out screws, but you don’t pay it much mind, because after all, it’s nothing the boys haven’t seen before.

you’d consider yourself still decent, even showering like this. your bikini was filled with grains of sand, the result of being pushed around at the beach by jj and pope for the last hour. there’s a huge sandy hand print on your shoulder from where john b had helped you up, and you let the water wash it away with a smile. 

you’re sandy everywhere, but that’ll have to wait until you’re back home. you wash your hair with the cheap shampoo sitting on the ground, the three-in-one you and kiara beg the boys to dispose of. 

but at the very least you feel clean, rinsing the suds from your scalp and watching them run down your body and then onto the ground, draining into the grass. you’ve been spending too much time with kie—your first thought is that you hope this stuff doesn’t leach chemicals into the soil.

lost in the warmth since you’re the first to shower and the boys haven’t used up all the hot water yet, you close your eyes and forget the door’s opened by itself. you think it doesn’t matter since everyone’s at pope’s already. you were the only one who insisted on showering before joining them, promising you’ll bike over after ten minutes, though pope reassures the others it’ll be at least twenty-five.

there’s a voice coming from the backyard, rafe thinks, stalking further and further into the shoddy little house. the land wasn’t terrible, right on the lake, but the place was anything but well kept, a mess of missing shingles and splintered wood. he stops thinking about the house as soon as the voice becomes clearer, the further he steps into the back. he was here to convey a message to the pogues that call this place home, but no one that he wanted to find was around.

stepping in mud and grass, he walks to the backyard, a pretty voice filling the humid air. you’re singing something he doesn’t know, something that sounds vaguely familiar. maybe something ward used to play on the record player in the study, back when rafe used to spend time with him.

you, whoever you are, sound nice, even muffled by the sound of the running water. when rafe gets closer, he sees there’s no door blocking his view to a pretty girl washing her hair and singing softly. you’re in nothing but a yellow bikini, showing him all too much but at the same time not entirely enough.

he’s not sure how long he stood there. it must have been some time, because when you twist the shower knob and stop the water, turning to grab your towel, you see rafe and curse loudly, shoulders raising in fear by themselves. 

you stand like that for a moment before realizing rafe is staring, probably because you’re in a tiny, wet bikini. you yank the towel and cover yourself.

“can i help you?” you demand, the sweet voice all gone. even if you didn’t recognize rafe, the clothes he wore and his expensive shoes covered in the dirt of the chateau’s grounds were a dead giveaway. 

“yeah. m’lookin’ for the idiots that live here. seen them around?”

“no. goodbye.” he laughs at that. eyes raking over your body again. you’re covered now but still feel exposed, like he can see through your towel.

“funny, kid. when you see ‘em give them a message from me, will ya?” 

“leave a voicemail like a normal person. i’m not your messen-”

“yeah, yeah. tell your boys we know what they did.” you stare back at him, confused by what he means but angry at the intrusion and the way he talks to you, the way he looks at you. “sure. whatever that means. are you all done being a stalker now?” he laughs again.

“we’ll see. bye kid.”

[astraeye]

when i was younger, my grandparents had a huge house in the countryside. it had 4 big dogs, a football field, lots of sheep, a small forest we loved to explore, a pool.

by the pool there was a shower that to this day is the best shower i've ever used. it was big and round and with a lot of pressure and the warmest water. showering there was like showering in a warm waterfall. sometimes i still remember the feeling of its heavy warm water falling on me, the sounds of the pool close and the chilly afternoon breeze carrying the chocolate smell from the chocolate factory nearby

my grandparents sold the countryside house 7 years ago. i get it better now than i got at 13. they were almost in their seventies. it was getting hard to take care of a large property full of ups and downs. i still miss it though.

here in brazil most houses have electric showers. maybe you shouldn’t mix electricity with water to take a shower but we do and it works. in this type of shower the more you open the faucet, the colder the water gets. so in hot days, we open the faucet like our life depends on it so we can have a refreshing shower. and on cold days we barely open it, hoping for the warmest water we can get.

so, sometimes, when i'm alone at my apartment, when i know my roommates won't arrive for a while i go take a barely-open-faucet shower. i leave the bathroom door and the windows open so that the breeze will come. and then as i feel the warm water and the chilly afternoon breeze i close my eyes

and it's summer 2011 again. i am 7 years old, taking a shower by the pool at my grandparents' countryside house. i can see a bit of the pool around and hear its sounds. i know once i finish my mom will hug me tightly with a towel so i don’t catch a cold. my brother is upstairs playing a game with my father and uncle. the dogs are laying by the door's carpet always waiting to be petted. my grandparents are preparing a post pool snack for us.

time feels clockless. childhood feels adultless. i'm showering in a warm waterfall, i feel the smell of chocolate breeze.

[katiesplaypen]

LITTLE BIG SIS (CHAPTER 18)

Half hunched over, Sophie became nauseous with shame of the contents filling the back of her Huggies. She could tell by the firmness of her accident that there must be a bulge in the seat of her pants, and she was praying that any classmate standing behind her would not notice. She became even more self conscious thinking about it they had actually seen the bulge appear.

Normally her face would go red from embarrassment like this, but she was so terrified by the predicament that her face went flush instead. Thankfully for her, her potential boyfriend was deep into the microscope at the moment and couldn’t see the change in her demeanor or the color drain from her face. She now had no choice but to ask for the restroom, even if that seemed like telling Jake she had bodily functions.

“Hey, Jake. I’ll be right back.” She said to her lab partner.

He looked up slightly from the microscope.

“Okay. Sure.”

Sophie approached Mrs. Ellisons desk and nervously asked for permission to go to the bathroom. The teacher could sense this was an emergency for the girl. She had seen desperate students many times. Especially girls who were too ashamed to admit they need the toilet. However, given Sophie’s current posture and the email she received from the nurse’s office earlier, she had a feeling Sophie’s situation was a bit different. She didn’t need the toilet. She needed a changing.

In all actuality, she needed both. She needed out of her wet, poopy pull-up and she needed to relieve her currently full bladder. Leaving the classroom and walking very uncomfortable down the hall, Sophie began to fear she wasn’t going to make it. The closer she got to the girls room, the more her urine wanted to escape her body. She started sprinting to the bathroom and when she ran in she was greeted by a face she did not want to see.

“Wow, slow down there, kiddo.” Said the girl standing in front of the mirror, checking her hair.”

“Megan?” Sophie said, caught off guard.

“What’s a matter, Soph? Gotta go potty? At least you’re trying to make it this time.”

Sophie was too desperate to think of any comeback.

“But you shouldn’t run, sweetheart.” Megan kept teasing. “You could trip and fall. Then you would have a bloody nose AND wet pants.”

“Just leave me alone, Megan.” Sophie said, pushing the girl to the side and rushing to a stall as she began to undo her overalls before even opening the stall door. Suddenly, a look of panic washed over Sophie’s face as she struggled to get her buttons to move. They were stuck.

Megan watched in amusement as her former friend struggled with her straps while simultaneously doing the potty dance.

“Look at you all fidgety.” Megan said with an ear to ear grin. “You must really have a baby bladder, huh? And you can’t even get your pants undone. Who let a little girl like you into high school?”

“This isn’t funny Megan!” Sophie yelled between her teeth as she squirmed in desperation trying to get her overalls free. The toilet I’m sight just made things worse.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re right. We are friends after all. Do you want my help?”

Sophie did not want Megan’s help, but she needed it.

“Yes, please.” She said on the verge of tears.

“Sure thing.” Megan said cheerfully as she walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

“What are you doing?” Sophie cried with her legs crossed.

“I’m helping.” Megan said. “You have to pee. I’m helping you pee. Just think of waterfalls and swimming pools, running rivers. Think of ice cold lemonade.”

“Stop it, Megan!” Sophie demanded. “Please help me get these off!”

“Oh, I don’t think so BABY GIRL.” Megan responded. “If a 16 year old isn’t capable of undoing her pants to use the bathroom, then she deserves to pee in them like a little toddler. So, just do it, pants-wetter.”

“I’m not a pants-wetter!” Sophie said one hand buried into her crotch and the other desperately trying to get her strap apart.

“Bedwetter, pants-wetter, what’s the difference?” Megan retorted. “You can’t control your bladder. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night. A baby’s a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Sophie cried once more.

“Oh, I think you are.” Megan said, leaning into Sophie. “Tickle, tickle, tickle.” Megan began wiggle her fingers along Sophie’s sides, making her muscles spasm. “Cootchie, cootchie, coo.” She continued.

It was too much for Sophie. In that moment her bladder gave out. All at once her urine began to stream into her pants, and the pull-up she was wearing could not hold one more drop. A dark patch began to appear on the leg of her overalls right below the diapers leg hole. Megan stepped back when she heard the sound of liquid hitting fabric. She smiled and laughed as he watched Sophie soak her pants for the second time that day. Then she noticed how the pattern of pee was forming. Something didn’t look right.

“Oh my god! Are you wearing a diaper!?”

[academydiscplumbingandrepair]

Why did the bathroom vessel sink break up with the waterfall faucet? Because it wants a real waterfall that always knows how to make the BIG splash!

[lyon-amore]

What if...? Duskwood Chapter 43

Chapter 42 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

 I try to focus on Jake's heartbeat to relax. What had happened had made me too nervous. It was the second time that he went after my friend. The second time he went for Jessy...

 And after that, there was Dan. Confessing to me that it was he who had reported Phil to the police. I haven't told Jake about it because I think it's something for Dan to fix, not us. This is something he must face himself. The worst thing that hit me was that he doubted Jake. I could have told him that he was with me the moment it happened, also worried about Jessy watching the screen. We both couldn't do anything. And Jake just comforted me. But if I had told him, he would surely rat him out as Phil, knowing he doesn't like him very much.

 And that's when things get worse again. When reading the group chat.

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Thomas We have a problem The car tires have been slashed

 Macie BOTH CARS?!

 Thomas Yes I was about to get them When I notice

 Macie Looks like you’re going to have stay in the cabin for a bit longer...

 Dan Great

 Macie Can you do something about it Thomas?

 Thomas I’ve a spare tire on my car But he slashed all four tires ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I pinch the bridge of my nose, letting out a long breath.    "What is wrong?" Jake asks me, scared.    "Nothing serious, it's just" I show him the conversation ": No car…"     I see how he massages his temples. The kidnapper had trapped them in the cabin in the forest. With this now no one could go to Grimrock. But neither will they return until the next morning.    "Well" Jake sighs, a little relieved ", at least none of them will be going to face Michael."    "And knowing that Dan has shot him twice, I don't think he'll come back either..."     Jake nods, placing a kiss on my head. I smile and return to the conversation. Dan has gone offline to go drinking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Thomas Have you heard from Alan or Jake?

 Macie I'm still waiting

 Thomas I’ve been staring at this stream nonstop...

 Macie Something has happened?

 Thomas No Nothing I just think what if Michael suddenly appears there And takes revenge for what we did to him...

 Macie No he won't do that Dan shot him twice

 Thomas I'll see if I can do something with the cars

 Macie Good luck with that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   “I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face a bit.” I say, getting up off from Jake.    "Let me know if you need anything." he tells me with a worried voice.     I smiled at him leaving a small kiss on the lips before leaving.

 I going into the bathroom, put the phone on the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run so I could clear my head. I stay for a while looking at myself in the mirror. At least I've stopped shaking... I never thought this would happen. It was just about finding a kidnapped girl. If I hadn't replied to Thomas' message, would all this have happened? Had he decided to go after them? Or am I just the trigger for them to suffer? I guess the positive is having Jake by my side. As always, I think about how things would be if I were alone... Surely... I wouldn't have endured it...

 I rest my elbows on the sink, bringing my hands to my head. I just wanted to investigate as I always have, without getting involved in this way: Read the clues, analyze them, look for a contradiction... Not that everyone was involved and threatened. It's all my fault...

 I listen to the message notification and sit up, wiping away the small tears of stress that had flowed from me. It was that unknown again... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Unknown Macie There is a hatch in the ground close to the waterfall at the Grimrock Beneath that is a tunnel which leads to the iron splinter mine That’s where Hannah and Richy are ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I look puzzled at the message, now what's the point? To play the saint after what he has done? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Why are you telling me this?

 Unknown I will let them both go Under one condition

 Macie What is the condition?

 Unknown I want you to come ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I read and read his response, not believing what I'm reading. Why do you want me to go now? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie What?

 Unknown Nobody will get hurt

 Macie You can’t be serious Do you really think I believe you?! AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO US?!

 Unknown Come to the Grimrock and they’re free to go ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He logs out and I stare at the last message from him. If I go to Grimrock, I can save Hannah... If I go to Grimrock, the nightmare will end...

 I leave the bathroom and walk slowly to the bed, never taking my eyes off the screen.    "Are you better?" Jake asks me, although I ignore him. "Macie?"     I sit on the bed and hit the chat group. I had no time to lose with this, tango to tell him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie There’s news ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 The first to connect are Thomas and Cleo.    "Macie, what is going on?" Jake asks me again, but I don't dare answer him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Thomas Did Alan get back to you?

 Macie Wait until everyone is connected ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy, Lilly and Dan finally connect.    "What just happened?"     He squats in front of me, but I avoid his gaze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Lilly What’s happened?

 Jessy You're scaring me, Macie 🙁

 Macie Ok so here’s the deal I'm supposed to go to Grimrock To the iron splinter mine, to be precise He wants to swap out his hostages for me Apparently ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I look forward to their messages, but instead a group video call skips over. I look at Jake and signal for him to be quiet.    "Macie, tell me what-"     I accept the call and the first to yell at the screen is Jessy.    "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE IRON MINE?!"     I see how little by little Jake's face is changing. He is angry. Not with me, obviously.    "Is this a bad joke?" Dan asks, clearly angry as well.    "I'm afraid he's being serious…"     Jake starts typing on his phone and shows it to me.    (Why did not you tell me?)     I make a sign for him to wait a moment.    "But why would he want that?" Cleo asks, clearly concerned.    "I hoped you might be able to tell me."     Silence is made. I see their faces, how they start to think about this situation. Jake sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Highly strung.    "And what are you going to do, Macie?" Thomas asks me, seeming to accept the situation.     Everyone looks at Thomas in bewilderment, even he stops Jake from walking the room to make a 'did he really just ask you that?' face.    "Huh, what?" Dan begins to raise his voice little by little "What a stupid question."    “I wasn't talking to you, Dan."    "Well, I want to hear your opinion first" I replied, trying to maintain my composure ". It's very important."     Jake continues to glare at the situation.    "What’s this crap?" Dan continues with his voice raised, almost sounding like my father. "There's nothing to talk about! You’re not gonna listen to him!"    "Exactly!" Jessy exclaims, agreeing with Dan.    Jake is typing on his phone again.    (Macie, listen to them, please.) I take a deep breath. So far, I haven't been able to do anything. I know it didn't go well when I went over to Michael's, but maybe if I meet with him, I might be able to get him to turn himself in.    “I'm seriously considering it.” I finally say.     I watch Jake as he makes motions with his hand, refusing.    (You are not going.)    "What?" Jessy looks at me puzzled "No!"    "I’m against it!" Dan yells again.    “I don't think there is going to be a vote, Dan.” Cleo explains.    "Fine!" He exclaims "I'm still against it!"     I shake my head, ignoring Jake. He better than anyone must understand that all this is because I’m with them. I want to sacrifice myself for everyone.    "Are other opinions?"    (Yes! Mine! You are not going!)    "There's no way we can trust Michael" Jessy is now speaking more calmly, to make me see reason ". If he really wanted to let Hannah and Richy go, then he’d just do it! What is he hoping to gain from you coming to Grimrock?!"      I bite the inside of my cheek and look more calmly at Jake this time. Little by little I try to clarify. Shit... Maybe it's true... What's in it for him if I go? Get revenge? I really have nothing to do with all this, if I'm honest, I'm not involved in Jennifer's story, I have nothing to do with Hannah, and I’m not from Duskwood... Just someone who has been investigating and... That's all... Someone who has been chasing him. But there is nothing personal behind all this.     "I don't know…" I finally answered with a sigh.      I see Jake relax at my words and my calm. Seeing that it's true, that going would get nothing.     “Michael threatened to kill us all” Cleo waves a hand, encompassing everyone “, maybe he thinks this is his last chance to kill you, Macie."     "After he screwed up so badly with us?" Dan laughs "I doubt it."     Again, the very thought that he actually went to the house for me crosses my mind. He was waiting for me to be there. He wanted to scare us all. I doubt again. My head spins a lot at this idea.    (Macie, hang up now and let's talk about this, now.)     "No... I don't know..." I answer, even more confused.      They all have a good point. It’s better that I don't go… Right?     “What exactly did he say to you, Macie?” Lilly asks me. Her look gives me a lot of pain, I think she's even more worried than Jessy,     “He wants me to come to him“ I began to answer, slowly, lost in my doubts “, and he said nobody would get hurt.“     "Haha!" Dan laughs sarcastically “You’re killing me... That you listen to him now!“     Jake sighs. Indeed, he is on his side, how could I believe that?     "He also told me where Hannah and Richy were…"     “I hope you told him that he can take his offer and stick it. “     "I didn't say anything...“      Silence falls, and I see Jake sit on the bed next to me, thinking.     "What if we all go together?" Cleo breaks the silence.      It would be a good idea, but...     "I don't know if you've noticed the condition I'm in currently" Dan chides “. But I'm not exactly up for a cross country hike.“     "You're right and I had forgot about our tires...“     We remain silent again, thinking of a solution. For now we can only wait for Alan to contact us.

Jake, still nervous, gets up from the bed, walking over to the computer. I see how he puts his hands to his head and moves his leg nervously.     "Where exactly does Michael want to meet you?" Lilly asks.     "By the Grimrock waterfalls..."      Actually, I'm the only person here in Duskwood of them. It would be easy for me to go, right? I mean… But they're also right… God! What I do?!     "Macie" I look up at my phone, listening to Thomas ", please meet Michael’s demand.“ 

    Everyone starts yelling at him and I stare at the screen. As crazy as it sounds, thinking it's the only option we have.     "Are you nuts?!" Dan yells at him.     Jake walks over again and writes quickly.    (Don't listen to him! Don't think about it!)     "Thomas!" Jessy yells at him. "You can't ask that of her!"     "And what if he’s telling the truth?!" Thomas asks.     "Which he isn't!" Dan answers.     "WHAT IF HE’S REALLY GOING TO LET THEM GO?!"     "WHICH HE DEFINITELY WON'T!" Dan answers, raising his voice more than him.     "You don’t know that!" Thomas yells, desperate “Macie, listen to me“ I look in Thomas's screen “, you could save Hannah and Richy this way!“ (Don't listen to him Macie!) “You could finally end it!“     I get more and more nervous. On one hand, it's true, I'm the only person who can save them!     "Do you think I don't know that?!" I yell at the screen, holding back tears of nerves.    (Hang up NOW!)     "As much as I want Hannah and Richy back, we can't just risk this" Lilly responds to Thomas' request, "Macie shouldn't risk it!"     “Macie! “ I look back at Thomas, seeing pain in his eyes. He wants Hannah back. To the person he loves “Please…“      I start to shake with so much pressure. Should I… Should I accept? I should go?     "I..."     "I beg you, Macie! Go rescue them!"       And before I can give my answer, something unexpected happens.     "Thomas" I look at Jake who has spoken, standing firmly in front of me. His gaze is clearly directed at Thomas if he were in front of him. I see that he is clenching his hands tightly “. Enough. “       He doesn't scream. He is not exalted and even so, it imposes to see him that way. I watch as Thomas pales and falls silent, not following through on his requests.     "Jake!" I whisper his name, scared that they've heard.     "Who is that?" I hear Jessy's voice through the phone “Macie! Are you OK?! “     "Did Jake just whisper?" I now hear Cleo say.     "HEY! MACIE! ANSWER IF YOU ARE OKAY!" Dan yells, worried.     "Macie? A word." Jake looks at me seriously, defiantly.      I swallow and end the call, leaving my phone on the bed.

Jake sits next to me, placing his arms in his lap. Looking down at the ground. There's quite a bit of tension right now.     “We must talk about Michael's demand.” he finally says to himself.     "Yes" I answer, a little uncomfortable by this conversation ", we do."      Jake sighs, finally looking up.     "I can only see one plausible explanation for Michael's demand" He looks at me calmly or… I want to believe “. He wants to somehow complete his plan in this way… but I have no clue why it has to be you. “     "He told me about the iron splinter of his own accord" I replied, hugging myself “. I think… I think he trusts me. “     "At least that is what he wants you to believe" He runs a hand through his hair, hesitating ". He attacked you."     “Maybe he changed his mind because of my messages. “ I answer quickly “Do you think that could be the sudden change? “     "I do not think this offer was a part of his initial plan" he explains, now ignoring my gaze to think “. He is now changing direction due to the circumstances. “     “You mean because Dan shot him."     "Yes."      We stayed silent, a few centimeters apart. It's like having that barrier between us again. I need his support in the decision that I’m taking seriously.     "The…" I start to say, afraid "The others expect me to go."     "No, Macie" he looks at me harshly ", nobody could expect such sacrifice from you" He places his hands on my shoulders, breaking the barrier ". Thomas may have got carried away by the current events and I think he is not aware of the consequences this decision would encompass."      I get up from the bed, pulling me away to think. It is just what it is. A sacrifice. All I have done is risk the group from the beginning, take them to the extreme. With our investigations, I have made a madman torment me for wanting to help a simple person. To send a poor mother threatening letters. I have to stop it.     "I think I've made my decision" I replied, letting out a sigh. I turn to face him, decisively ". I'm going to the iron mine. I will accept the request."     "Macie, please listen to me" Jake stands up, moving closer to me "I cannot say why Michael has made this offer all of a sudden" he places his hands on my arms, squeezing carefully "but I can say with certainty that it is merely a trap."     "I just have to take that risk" I replied, avoiding raising my voice, "I have to."     “Macie, I can understand that you want to help Hannah and Richy” he looks directly into my eyes “but this is not the right way."     "Jake, he turned to me" I try to explain calmly, to make him see reason ". That just has to mean something” I push his hands away slowly ". You can't change my mind."     I go for my phone, but Jake grabs my wrist. Not squeezing hard, but hard enough to make him drop the phone.     “I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.” he says harshly.     "Jake…" I sigh and when he lets go, I place my hands on his face, caressing him lovingly, "We have to see this as an opportunity!" He tenses his jaw, stopping to look at me, but I force him to look me in the eye "I can end it!"     "It is far too great risky!" He yells nervously and I back off, to which he grabs my hands worried for having scared me "Listen, there is no way Michael will keep his word."

This all started with a simple message. A message I received, asking me to help rescue Hannah. Her sister. The most important person in the world for him. What he has risked for his safety.     "You could get Hannah back!" I exclaim, controlling not to cry because of the pressure I'm receiving from everyone "Jake! You could see your sister again!"     "It is not about Hannah! It is all about you!" I see how he controls himself now for not crying. His green eyes shine bright. And what I see reflected in it is me. And I don't mean that literally, metaphorically. His words are directed at me "He already tried to kill you once! I could lose you, Macie! I could lose you for real this time!"      I try to breathe calmly, intertwining our fingers. I look at the ground, afraid of what I'm going to do. I promised myself that for Jake I would do anything. This was the moment.     “You asked me to take this path with you until the end…” I say slowly, remembering those words when he comforted me after watching Richy supposedly die. Despite everything... Despite all his imperfections and his mistakes, I want him to be happy "Today I'm the one asking you to do the same" Jake shakes his head ". Please…. Please Jake" I stroke his hair and swallow nervously "don't make it more difficult for me than it already is…"      He tilts his head, pressing his forehead to mine. I close my eyes and sigh as I feel Jake's fingers slowly caress my face, leaving nothing to go.     "I…" he begins to speak, slowly "I cannot lose you…." He whispers, close to my lips "Macie, you are…" He takes a breath and I can feel how he trembles. He separates a little to be able to see my eyes, that when I look at him, I see that his expression of sweetness is there, as well as that of concern "You are all that matters."      I try to control myself so as not to fall to the ground when I hear him speak. Everything had changed. He hasn't said that Hannah matters. I'm the one that matters. I’m important to him now. Hannah may be too, but he told me it's me. I hug him and he hugs me back.

*Jake POV*

 When I heard that Michael had asked him to go to the iron mine, the fear ran through my body again. This man, Michael, was not going to stop until he had her back in his hands. I cannot let her be taken from me, I cannot lose her. My sister faded in my mind, I know she is in danger, but I would not risk Macie's life just for Hannah, I could not. In no life would I risk her life to sacrifice herself, before I prefer to risk myself and give mine.

 I lift Macie's head up slowly, seeing her bright eyes, wanting to cry over this whole situation. I run my thumb over hers lips and decide to kiss her, slowly. She responds a bit doubtfully, surely, believing that I am doing it to convince her, but it is not like that. Besides, I have already made the decision for her. I am not going to risk her.

Macie's cell phone rings. Surely impatient to know what we are talking about. Only right now, we are taking a pause. Stopping the world as she wants. Macie pulls away slowly, looking at me with a small smile.     "You've made Thomas speechless…" she says with a laugh.     "I could not let him continue" I finally answered ". I could not let him keep talking to you like that."      She nods and goes to get the phone. But first, she looks at me.     "What do we do?" She asks, a little doubtful "They've heard you, they know you're here."     “I will join the conversation as usual” I say determinedly ". I will be by your side if you see that you need me, I will not appear on camera" I approach her and hold her hand ", but I am not going to leave you alone." I kiss her and I hear how she sighs.      She nods and stands on her toes to reach me, and I smile and lean in for a quick kiss before we sit on the bed, our backs against the wall, ready for conversation.     "Ready?” She asks me, taking my hand.     "Ready."      Macie answers the call and I stay next to her, but at the same time, as far away as possible so as not to appear on camera.     “Not to rush you or anything” Dan says, right after I answer “, but we should get this over and done with."     “Excuse us, Jake and I have just finished our conversation."     I see how they look a little doubtful, whether to ask or not. In the end it is Jessica who speaks first.     "Welcome back." she says, with a slightly uncomfortable look.     Macie looks at me and I nod. No problem. Besides, I prefer to keep them under control in case Thomas tries to get nervous again and wants to talk her down again.     "Well then, let's get this over with."     "Wait Macie" Jessica stops her hurriedly ", we all just talked about the situation and wanted to tell you something before you make your decision." I see her try to smile awkwardly ". So… If you want to hear what we have to say, that is."     “Of course I do.” Macie nods.     "So…" she takes a breath and continues, "Of course, it’s all up to you if you want to go to the Grimrock or not. But of course, we all feel responsible in some way for your decision” Macie squeezes my hand hard ". You are our friend and we’ve grown to care about you a lot, and you would’nt have ended up in this situation without us” I see Jessica wipe away a tear and continue ". Yes, that's why we ask you not to go."     "Thank you" I see her smile, turning to them and then to me "to all of you..."      I smile back, now squeezing her hand lovingly.     "Michael Hanson is unpredictable and highly dangerous" Cleo reminds the group ". Whatever his goal might be, it's too big to risk."     "But what else are we supposed to do?" Macie throws her head back, thoughtful.     “We can't just sit around and wait” Thomas says, and I see that he is still a little tense.     "Yes, we have to do something…" Jessica looks sadly at the camera.     "Unfortunately, I can't think of anything else."      They start thinking again.

 So this moment remains for me to speak and give them an option in which no one should take risks. Where Macie can be safe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake There is one alternative. I will go into the iron splinter mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Huh? You?" I see Dan looking at the screen badly "Wait, wasn't you the one before he told Thomas to shut up? Shall we be quiet now, Hackerboy? Did the cat get our tongue?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake It was a moment of urgency. Thomas was out of control.

It will not happen again, excuse me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Ha!" He let out a sarcastic laugh "At least you have them well on."     "Wait a minute, so is Jake really in Duskwood?" Jessica asks and Lilly looks nervously at the screen "Since when? And why haven't you said anything, Macie?"     "No one is going to say anything about it!" Macie answers quickly, nervous.     “Well then.” Cleo replies, agreeing to her request.     “That’s a bad idea.” Macie looks at me, worried ". I don't want you to go, Jake."      I avoid making any physical contact with her seeing how she looks at me. I have to control myself even though what I want to do most is comfort her.     “And It’s not going to work, either” Thomas replies, a little more afraid to speak no ". Michael wants Macie.” I control myself not to tell him to shut up again. That option is banned. I am not going to let it happen ". That is the core of his demand. What do you think is going to happen when someone else turns up instead?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I do not want to meet Michael's demand. As I am pretty sure he will not be playing by the rules. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "At least not if he sees you down there." Macie frowns, looking at me angrily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake The iron splinter mines are gigantic cave system that extend far over 100 kilometers. Most people do not know that parts of it lie below Duskwood, as the main entrance is in Terrendale. But there is another entrance at the Grimrock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Then we heard that entrance in the transmission?"     "You’re right!" Jessica exclaims. “That super creepy noise!"     "An entrance to the iron splinter mine at the Grimrock?" Thomas begins to ask, surprised "That’s new to me."     "I’ve never heard of it either." Cleo denies.     "Me neither." Jessica follows.      And they thought of going without having any knowledge. Good thing that when I am interested in a place to hide, I investigate its history and everything that the town contains. At this moment I must know Duskwood better than they do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake Michael must have entered the mine through this entrance at the Grimrock. And he demanded that Macie should come to the waterfall at the Grimrock. However, that is not what I will not. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    “Let me guess” Dan smiles, almost amused “: there's another entrance." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake Precisely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "And how is that supposed to help you?" Macie's tone does not change. She is angry.      After this call, I am going to disappear for real and not because I want to…. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake As he will be expecting you at the Grimrock, he will be waiting somewhere there, toon. So he will not notice if I enter the mine through another entrance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    “Sounds reckless.” Dan raises his eyebrows. I do not know if surprised or really interested in my plan ". I mean, what if you're wrong and Michael is just happily walking through the mine after all?"     "How happily will he be walking with his injury?" Macie asks, giving Dan a dirty look now.      Surely now she is thinking about the danger I could be in if Michael and, because of Dan, decide to kill me.     "You know what I mean." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake Of course, there is some risk involved. I have located the stream’s signal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie looks at me surprised. I did it when I was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I know Hannah and Richy approximate whereabouts. Also, during my research, I found a map of the tunnels down there. I will escort both of them from the mine without Michael realizing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     "That sounds feasible." Thomas agrees.       Macie shakes her head. Not accepting my request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake It is the only way. And you know it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 She sighs and her hand separates from mine, bringing her hand to her lips. Pulling at them. I look at her arching an eyebrow, so that she would stop doing it. She lowers her hand slowly.      “There’s no way this will work” she says finally ". But I know he won't listen to me..."       I smile and she looks at me badly. She has to accept that I am not capable of letting her take this risk.      "I'm all for it." Thomas finally agrees.      “Of course you are…” I hear Macie whisper.      “Because I think we need to act before Michael changes his mind” Thomas continues.      “Yes” Jessica nods “, and this plan is better than sending Macie off into Michael's arms."       I am not looking at Macie right now, but I can feel her gaze on me. And she is killing me in a thousand ways in her mind.   ��  "I've always been a fan of kamikaze missions." Dan makes the 'Ok' sign with his hand, happy that Macie is not the one taking the risk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake All right. I will get going as quickly as possible. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie cuts off her call and I look at her, who, as I already noticed, is killing me with her gaze. I will have to try to make her see reason.

Chapter 44

[sandewich]

NANNO & YURI X MALE!READER // GIVEN OR TAKEN.

- INFO

✧ enhypen reference!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✦ bxgxg // Nanno & Yuri x Male!Reader.

✧ no gay unfortunately... *emos emoly*

" Two new girls go to a new school and find out they like the same person. "

also no nayuri >=[

- WARNINGS

smut ;; cock sucking, breath control, rivalry, handjob, grinding, riding, cumshot.

- REQUESTED?

nope!

-- y/n's pov.

I walked to class as always, the students rushing to find their classrooms as well. I eventually found my class a few minutes later, I went in and greeted the teacher before going to my seat. The teacher was about to start the lecture but two girls got inside fairly quickly. I never saw these two people before in this school...

They both apologized to the teacher for being late, the teacher gives them a small smile, telling them that it's okay and the lesson didn't start yet. The teacher asked for the two new students to introduce themselves, the one with the black colored bob haircut spoke up first.

" Hello there, my name is Nanno. Nice to meet you all. " Nanno said in a tone that hopes that she'll be welcomed, I can't help but look at the other girl who's quite literally death glaring Nanno as she speaks. The rest of the students greet Nanno, some ignored Nanno, some were whispering about Nanno. The other girl beside Nanno started to introduce herself.

" Hello, I'm Yuri. I hope we can get along well! "  Yuri smiled and said in a calm and happy tone, almost too happy. I wonder if she's faking that smile? Some students greeted Yuri, only a small portion of them did. The teacher told them both to find a seat — but I had forgotten that the only two seats in the classroom was the nearest to me.

The two girls very obviously sat in their seats right next to me, luckily all of the seats were spaced out. I could heard some whispering behind me, I couldn't hear that much to understand what the context was but all I heard was ' He's so lucky he got to sit next to Nanno. '.

To be fair, Nanno and Yuri were pretty... attracting is what I would say, they have the looks but what about their personality? I should talk to them in the cafeteria or the class breaks. Maybe, just maybe, I could find more things about them if they'd tell me which they probably won't.

-- time skip.

A few lectures goes by and it's finally time to go the cafeteria but I didn't want to eat since I ate a hearty breakfast this morning plus I had some food left in my bag — if that's even allowed. I had to go to the boys bathroom and wash my hands because, you know, hygiene.

I turned on the sink, the sound of the water puring down to the drain fills up the room as I put my hands under it, I rinsed my hands first before covering them with soap from the soap dispenser. After that, I put my hands back under the small waterfall to wash my hands properly. I turned the faucet off before drying my hands by just shaking them since that would be more sanitary.

I heard the door open, I didn't think much of it until I looked up to see in the mirror. It was Nanno looking at me directly with a smug smirk, what was she doing in the boys bathroom? How come she didn't get caught by one of the guards or the school faculty?

" Hello, Y/n. " Nanno spoke in a husky yet cold voice, a few bits of warmness present in her voice. A feeling of confusion and somewhat fear washed over me, why was Nanno casually talking to me in a bathroom she shouldn't be in? Why is she smirking like that? How does she know my name??

" Uh, hi, Nanno? " I just muttered shyly as I only looked at Nanno in the mirror, hoping Nanno could hear. Nanno steps closer to me, her Mary Jane shoes making no noise on the bathroom tlied floor as she got closer and closer. She got up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, I immediately froze up from the sudden warmth around my waist. I felt Nanno's hot breath on my neck as she puts her head on my shoulder.

" Nanno, you should really go out, someone will catch you... " I tried to warn Nanno but she doesn't seem to care if she's going to get caught or not since she only responded with a hum. One of her hands got down to the button of my pants, I tried to push Nanno away but Nanno didn't let me, her arms firmly gripping my hips as I struggle to break free.

" Don't do that, I won't do anything bad to you. " I can't help but feel like Nanno's lying as she said that, the smirk on her face was replaced by a cold expression, I gave up trying to get myself out of Nanno's grasp, I can't believe I'm stuck like this. I felt Nanno's lips lingering on the soft skin of my neck before she gives me butterfly kisses on there, I felt a bit calm somehow like her kisses have an effect on me.

I bit my bottom lip gently as Nanno proceeds to bite my neck and give some hickeys on it. It felt so good, it was like it wasn't her first time doing this. I was too into her love kisses that I didn't notice both of her hands were unbuttoning and unzipping my pants,  it falls onto the floor after Nanno's hands did.

Nanno pinned me me onto the wall next to the sinks, I was now facing Nanno, her loving eyes boring into mine as our faces inches closer. When our noses touched, Nanno collided our soft lips together, it fits perfectly like it's made for each other. It wasn't a rough kiss. It was a small, gentle kiss with passion, and I can't help but get excited about it.

She pulls away, her gaze averting down to see a small bulge in my boxers... Shit, I was getting a boner from this alone. Nanno chuckled a bit darkly. It sounded eerie to me, it seems like she found this funny. One of Nanno's hands went down to rub against the bulge, and a small noise of pleasure came out of my lips as her hand did so.

Nanno kneeled down, her face looking directly at my boxers. Both of her hands went to pull down my underwear to reveal my length, I heard Nanno do a small surprised gasp when she saw as I looked down at her. Nanno stared at my face, her eyes looking into mine again. Her eyes seemed to be filled with lust for me, her smug smirk appearing on her face once again.

It doesn't take long for Nanno to lick my length gently. Her warm tongue swirling around my tip felt like a glimpse of heaven already. Nanno decided to take some of my shaft in her mouth, looking straight at me with her devilish plastered onto her face as she started to me her mouth painfully slow.

" Nanno... " I grunted as her mouth did its job. I wanted to grip her hair and fuck her throat but Nanno stopped my hands from doing so. Her gaze turned more intimidating like a warning for me not to do what I wanted to do to her just yet. Nanno kept bobbing her head up and down gently, knowing what she's doing to me.

Nanno decided not to tease me any further and pushed my shaft deeper into her throat, not gagging at all. I moaned out as her skill mouth takes my manhood fully. A few gulps can be heard as she bobbed her head faster. It was like she was sucking my soul out or something.

Nanno stopped for a second, placing both of my hands onto her soft hair. She looked up at me with innocent eyes as she batted her eyelashes like she's now telling me to use her throat. I didn't hesitate and started to grasp her hair firmly as I trusted deeply into her throat. I don't know how she's not feeling any pain right now...

I closed my eyes as my head throws back, pressed against the wall. I pounded Nanno's throat, feeling my climax approaching already from how warm and welcoming her mouth felt. It was like the world faded, and it was only the two of us in this bathroom. I didn't care if anyone heard us from the outside.

I let myself go, giving into the pleasure. Nanno knew I was getting closer to the edge. Just a little nudge, and I'll be right there. I groaned before pulling out with a wet pop, depositing all of my liquid onto her face. Her innocent eyes were still open, and none of it got into her eyes, fortunately. Her eyes turned sly again, loving the warmth on her face now. She wiped some of it off her face, tasting it. Nanno seemed to enjoy the taste, I know because of the satisfied hum she did.

Nanno pulled my pants up as she stood back up. She buttoned and zipped it back, slipping the belt into the holes where it should be. Nanno gave me a cute peck on the cheek before wiping the remaining drops on her face with a tissue from the dispenser. Nanno looked and spoke to me before leaving.

" We'll meet again. You're all mine now. "

-- time skip.

I was in the library, trying to study by myself. The words in the book doesn't make sense at all for some reason. I heard a sound from the side... It was Nanno that had dropped a book while searching for another book in the bookshelves. She bent down as a small curl is on Nanno's lips, knowing exactly what she's doing. Nanno picked up the book, putting back into the bookshelf before flashing me with a flirty look and leaving once again.

Damn it, Nanno.

It felt uncomfortable in my pants again, she really has an effect on me. What does she want from me now? I looked back at my book, trying to focus. I highlighted the sentences that were important and wrote down chucks of information that I could understand. I was starting to get it now... But then, I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored it, thinking that there's just going to someone or to a bookshelf.

" Hey. " The unknown person behind me spoke, I didn't bother turning around. It's probably someone who's trying to distract me or it's Nanno. I kept focusing on my book, highlighting, writing, talking to myself in my mind... I felt someone rub me from under the table, I jumped in my seat when I did felt it. I looked below...

" Heyyy, don't ignore me! I just want to show you that I'm better than her. " Yuri pouted as her hand continued to rub my pants, the feeling in my boxers was getting stronger. I tried my best not to be loud, feeling scared that the librarian will see us doing this. Yuri smirked at me before taking off my pants... It's their first day here and they're already fucking with me...

Yuri's hand firmly gripped my rod, stroking it as she looked up at me with those eyes that definitely has a malicious intent. Yuri kitten licked  my tip as her hand stroked slower teasing me. Yuri lightly giggled as I slowly became sexually frustrated. Yuri gives little kisses on my tip making me whimper a little. I can feel eyes on me... Hopefully, that's not the librarian or anyone at least.

Yuri finally let go of her hand and started to suck me off. Her head moving quite swiftly, my hand goes onto her ponytail, forcing her to do it faster. Yuri wanted me to finish quick, and it's very obvious by the speed she's going for. I moaned, feeling the walls of her warm throat pleasure my cock. I was getting a little embarrassed since my high was getting closer again.

" Fuck, I'm close. " I managed to utter out as Yuri's mouth was locked onto my rod. Every time she moves, she goes faster. My hips move slightly, thrusting into her mouth. I was almost reaching the clouds at this point. I finally came, pushing her head down, making her swallow every single drop of it. I let go of her hair, letting her breathe. Yuri licked my tip before pulling my jeans back up and getting out of the table.

What the fuck is going on today?

-- time skip.

It's midnight... Well, it's 3:33 AM in the morning but it's still night, I guess. The lights were off, the windows were closed, my phone was charging on the nightstand as I was tucked in bed comfortably. I calmed myself down, my chest rising as I breathed in and out.

" I told you, didn't I? " An cold voice with many hints of anger can be heard in the room. I recognize that voice, its definitely Nanno — Wait, how did she get in? I thought my door was locked, and so are my windows? Nanno went onto my bed and on top of me. I opened my eyes to be greeted with a Nanno that's angrily looking me. What did I do?

" I'll show you you're mine. You're all mine. You got that? " Nanno hissed, and I could only nod at her in fear. Nanno pulled the sheets off of me, lifting and removing my shirt. Nanno started to unbutton her blouse, she's still wearing her school uniform... Nanno throws her shirt behind me her before removing her bra and doing the same thing that she did with her shirt.

Nanno removed her skirt too, only leaving her in her panties. Nanno crawled closer to me, her part rubbing against the growing bulge. I stared at the sight of Nanno, her hips moving back and forth as she teasingly grinded on my sinfulness. Nanno seemed to be impatient as she pulled my bottoms off. She went back to grind, the soft fabric stroking my length.

Nanno slowly removed her panties, grabbing it firmly before stroking my length with her panties. Her eyes were sharp, no mercy at all. The furious Nanno spoke, rambling about how I'm only hers and how bad Yuri is.

" You're mine forever. I won't let anyone take you anyway from me. " And with that, she rode on my cock harshly. Not even giving me time to prepare. Her wet walls clenching around my length felt like they were milking it for pleasure. Nanno's hands grasped the pillow, her hips plopping up the down. She grinds and rides every once in a while.

" Shit, Nanno, not too fast... " I cried out as I whimpered underneath her. Nannno didnt care as she went quicker, her hips moving in a inhumane speed. My dick was throbbing inside of her. Nanno grunted, it sounded a little more deep, almost demonic even.

" You're going to take it. " Nanno demanded, I felt so close even though it just started. Both of her hands went onto my neck, choking me slightly as she kept riding. Nanno's grip loosened so I could breathe. Wet sounds, skin slapping, and the bed creeping can be heard in the room. I gripped Nanno's waist... Nanno grunted before letting me do it. I filled up Nanno to the brim with my love, Nanno was breathing heavily as I did.

I let go of Nanno's waist now, feeling tired as my length goes soft...

" I'm not done yet. "

...How much more can I take?

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