#and like usually i love talking to them and being with them

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‧₊˚𓇢𓆸 I'D GIVE YOU EVERYTHING (I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU WIN)⸻ clan head Gojo

Chapter One: Lord Gojo

𓍯𓂃 pairing⋙ post Shinjuku clan leader Gojo x non-sorcerer reader

𓍯𓂃 description⋙ navigating a married life is hard enough, it is harder when you know nothing about your husband other than his heroic scars and dizzying smile.

𓆰𓆪 cw in this chapter⋙ canon divergence, nsfw, MDNI, clan and jujutsu world politics, arranged marriage, husband Gojo, Gojo with scars, one sided conflict, one sided pining, suggestive stuff, they are both a little stupid about e/o, misogyny (not by Gojo), internalized misogyny on reader's part, insecurities, dysfunctional families, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns, self deprecation on reader's behalf, angst, some fluff, condescending Gojo, they do stuff in bed idk how to explain, manhandling, love bites, hickeys and marks, teasing, so much teasing, very lowkey dirty talk, talk about virginity, mentions of breeding, there is reluctant consent, emotionally detached Gojo, Gojo is just a bit mean, sexual tension in the air or just need to runaway? reader in her early thirties, Gojo is in his mid thirties.

𓍯𓂃 a/n: hope you have fun reading <3 if you'd like to be added to the tag list, refer to the series masterlist<3

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The world of jujutsu was reformed drastically following the events of devastation that took place during the Shinjuku showdown. Many lives were lost, and many were left alive with the misfortune of living with the memories of the events. One such person happened to be the strongest himself, Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru basically came back from touching death himself. 

The sheer surprise of his life being spared after all that he went through to have his students win a losing battle, and live a better life as a sorcerer—was enough to have rumors circulate that perhaps the now scarred up Gojo Satoru is just a shell of a man from who he used to be.

The intensity of his powers were apparently dulled, especially the six eyes. The great blessing and curse on Gojo Satoru’s name, his six eyes, were left intact, but rendered basically powerless. 

But it did not matter how much Gojo Satoru has weakened, how the current state of him could not compare to who he was. Because this was a man who has escaped death time and time, any fear that may have been there in those glowing eyes, was gone to say the least.

If one does think of it, Gojo Satoru is just as much of a changed man as everyone thinks of him to be, the nights he used to sleeplessly spent were now spent with a better sleep schedule. False pretenses were dropped. He was older, wiser, a man who has been struck with grief all through his life, and was now living a more predictable life. Now he just spent his days looking after his estate, staff, and helping his students as much as he could as a more powerful figure, in terms of not only his physical but also political capabilities.

The gruesome news of what took place in the room of the higher ups before the Shinjuku showdown was the first of such help. Just whispers were heard about the state of the room, if he was ever bravely asked of what exactly happened that day, the eerie smile was enough, on top of his now mostly left uncovered eyes.

The need for silence was more needed than boasting what he had done, with no remorse, as he never felt any for the vile people present in that room that day. As the jujutsu world was more or less at peace, the clan politics was still present, silently fuming away from everyone’s eyes. And as the head of the Gojo clan, he had to step up to his role more proficiently.

And with the newfound responsibilities and increasing age, the pressure to find a wife was becoming more and more vital. 

Hope was not something you relied on usually, or at all. As a person born with no actual cursed energy to wield them in a battlefield, other than being mildly able to see horrifying entities float around, it was hard. 

It was hard as it is to be a non-sorcerer born into a family of jujutsu sorcerers, it was probably harder as an unmarried woman, now in her thirties, surrounded by people who deem women nothing more than a womb on a pair of legs.

It was no concern to them if the world was burning down or if you were dying, your apparent reproductive clock was better understood by them than you. At least as a child it was a hush hush, and tease of sorts when the topic of your future husband was brought up, which was more often than not. This went on until you graduated university like any other normal human being, as the world of jujutsu did not seem to work out. 

You liked that life. The normal life that these people looked down upon, making normal friends, falling out with them over petty reasons than losing them to some blood hungry curse, going on trips them them, stressing about exams, pulling all nighters to submit a assignments, getting asked out on dates, growing plants, spending weekends by reading books and binge watching some show. 

There was nothing significant in the lifestyle these people aspired for and maintained.

And you did not want to end up in an unfamiliar house having to start from scratch, how to mind yourself and navigate the unprovoked stares of disgust. Especially by a man who was supposed to love you for better and for worse, til death does you apart—if it were up to you, you would not like to bind yourself to this man, to begin with. 

But then again, that was all wishful daydreaming. Especially when you are already sitting in a reserved private room at some fancy place, waiting to meet another prospective husband. At this point you have met at least over ten or hundred possible husbands, you have lost the count. To your parents and clan they were either too obnoxious, not as affluent as them, too egregious, not influential enough, or not as powerful as them. But this was no ordinary prospective meeting. After all this was the potential meeting that could tie your family to the Gojo clan.

He was everything they wanted to be, had all the qualities they were looking for in your future husband, and everything they despised. He was too egregious, too obnoxious, too condescending, righteous to a fault, and too giving. Yet, it did not waver their desire to have you tied down to this man. That was the effect of Gojo Satoru. It did not matter how much he had weakened in terms of physical strength compared to the new generation, it was how he boasted of that weakness and walked with his head higher than ever.

You did respect the man immensely. But you could not help but hold grudges against this man, whom you are yet to even meet. Grudges over how freely he lived. You have never in your life felt jealous of your peers’ powers, surely you have felt resentment. But that was over your own blood. But this man in particular you could not escape, probably even to the pits of hell he will follow you there to agonize your life.

The thought of possibly calling him your husband made your stomach fill with bile. 

Your silent thoughts ran wild as you waited silently, sitting opposite an empty chair, surrounded by people chattering anxiously about the absent man in question. Your parents, a few important members of your clan, and a few members of the Gojo clan started to become more and more weary about the clan head’s arrival. 

The clamour in the room stopped way before the doors to the room slid open. That was the sort of energy he exuded. Enigmatic and formidable. 

The man who walked in, adorned in the most finely made white haori, complementing his hair, with a scarf around his neck. He looked almost the part of the groom, with half the outfit already hanging off his shoulders. But it was not the careful stitching of the jacket, or his sculpted body peeking through the compressed shirt beneath his jacket, or the piercing blue orbs set on you, that made you static in your seat—breathless even. 

The three big scars that cut through his left cheek, under his right eye, and the one stretching from his chin down his jawline, accompanied by more scattered and faded out smaller scars, spread through every visible part of his body—that is what had your mind standing still in awe. 

“Ah! Greetings Gojo-sama. Such an honor to be in your presence, finally.” Your father’s voice brought you out of the blue pupils assessing every single cell on your body. The realization that you had dared to hold gaze with Gojo Satoru of all people, that too on your first meeting, ran your throat dry. Quickly training your eyes on the table in front of you, as if it was the most interesting piece of furniture, you reached for the glass of water served to you. Hoping, praying, begging that you did not just offend him. 

“Why? I made everyone wait too long.” The tone of his voice suggested anything but a polite question. Maybe steadiness and jest, but no place for ease. 

“No! Of course not, in fact you are right on time!” One of the Gojo clan members quipped beside him. Looking ever so slightly from the edge of your eyelashes, you presumed this was the usual. 

“Really? Then do you mind telling me if I'm actually on time or not? ” The question was directed to no one in the room but you. 

“Gojo-sama, how can she-�� Satoru cuts off your mother before she could finish the poor excuse she was about to make, “I was clearly not speaking to you, was I? Now, are you able to answer my simple question or simply too fascinated by the table?” A calculative smile stretched across his face. 

“It is made out of cedar wood if you are wondering about that.”

The tone of his voice and that smile irritated something in you. All your life you have been a compliant decorative doll made out of unmoving porcelain, yet the sheer change in the inconspicuous inflection of this man’s words, pissed you off beyond everything. 

“You are 24 minutes late.” The words came out unusually harsher than your usual voice. “Gojo-sama.”

The last bit of that respect came from the instant realization of what you did, followed by your mother’s eyes almost popping out of its sockets and your father’s disappointed sigh. They were as sure as you were, that this meeting is not going to work out in their favor. You were, on one hand ecstatic to have ensured that you were never going to be called this man’s wife, on the other hand the anticipation of what was to follow this meeting once you get home, made your stomach drop.

The members of either clan were already engaged in a dispute of words. “How dare a woman born with no cursed energy speak in such a tone with the head of the Gojo clan!” one of the members of his clan spoke with displeasure, slightly sitting up in his seat.

“Please excuse her insolence, she does not know any better. Apologize. Right this instance.” Your father urged you with his teeth pressed together. 

You should’ve noticed the anger in his tone, but you were too busy observing the man sitting in front of you, from the curtains of your eyelashes as you held your head low. He sat with his grinning face held in his hand, the elbow of the said hand rested on the table, as he took a big sip of his tea. All the while boring his gaze in your, already itching with discomfort, skin. 

The sound of the cup of tea pressed between his shining lips, being set down on the cedar table made everyone stop their sharp words thrown your way. It was definitely not the sound that the cup made, but rather whose cup it was, that made them halt their charges.

“I see. Then I must apologize to my wife to be, for making her wait that long for me.”

Weddings are difficult.

It takes a lot of preparation. Mentally and physically, it is extremely straining and of course the preparation, just organizing a lot of things all at once, drives one insane. The venue, the guests, the font for the wedding invitation, gifts for the guests, flowers, color of the silverware etc. meticulous things. And it takes a lot of people to have two people unite, in the name of the law and society, with God as the witness. But it is particularly harder to realize the significance of the act of being wed to a person, when you have no idea who that person is beyond the whispering gossips and scars of battle adorning his pretty face.

When you had no contribution to the choices made for the wedding preparation, or the person you are to be wed, it all feels less magical and more of a fever dream. The days before the wedding, you spent them holed up in your room, not really doing anything more than what you were required to do. So you solemnly spent those swift days contemplating things over and over again. 

You thought you might not want to see your husband to be, before the wedding itself. But when the week before the wedding your father informed you that Gojo Satoru himself seeked out to have dinner at your house, you could not help but anticipate the sight of him. Wondering if he might show up in more casual clothing than his formal getups, wondering if the scar under his eye is still the same or did it somehow morph its shape, even if it has only been three weeks since you have seen him.

So you could not help but feel disappointment when he never showed up. All the food that was decorated on the dinner table was already cold, when an informant came to tell that, ‘Gojo-sama has sent the word that he cannot make it, and he is deeply apologetic to his fiance.’ 

Your shoulders sagged down as quickly as your father just asked everyone to start their meal. You did not understand the loss of appetite when everything before you was so delicious. It was all very confusing, maybe you just wanted to see him one last time before the wedding to reassure yourself. But then again, you cannot get rid of the doubt that did not stem from worry, but is fostered by fear.

“Are you ready?” your mother's voice made you look away from the reflection of yourself and instead your eyes focused on her. Because at least the harshness in her voice was more familiar than your own reflection.

“Time for you to enter. Everyone is waiting.”

The idea of being a married woman, to the strongest, at that—made the weight of the ceremonial kimono feel heavier than any piece of clothing you have ever dawned. The hood of the wataboshi  partially covering your face felt like a shield, because while walking down the aisle it hid your eyes from peeking a glimpse of your groom. As much as it felt like you were dying, with the way your throat was constricting, making it harder for any air to pass—you could not help but take a peek at your groom, from below your hood, who was already standing there waiting for you.

His back was facing the shrine’s altar, and his eyes were trained on you. He looked like no other groom. Probably because no other groom has ever welcomed his bride with such a huge grin, while showing his back to the altar. It was Gojo Satoru after all. When has he done anything the usual way?

“Goodness, felt like you took forever sweetheart.” 

His extended hand reached for yours, to pull you up to the podium, to have you stand beside him. The sight of his palms practically swallowing your entire hand, felt foreign. But the coldness emitting off his touch was worse. It was weird that he was touching you, but at the same time, it felt as if he was far away from your grasp. The distance and the coldness was far too sharp for you to keep holding his hand. And he probably understood that as well, as he loosened his grip to let you slip your hands out of his as soon as you could.

How the entire thing happened was beyond you. Your head was too occupied with how gorgeous he looked in his groom’s wear. Or maybe his blinding hair, or the scars scattered all over him, making him look more commanding than terrifying. It was all just very swift, if you had to describe it.

One moment you are contemplating whether you should make a run for it, not that it would help you. And then in another few seconds you two are already on your third cup of sake, completing the san-san-kudo ceremony, uniting yourself to him and joining your name to his.

“Still want to make a run for it sweets?”

You just looked at him, slightly horrified. “Anyone with two eyes can tell what you are thinking if they can catch a glimpse behind that hood, and I have six of them.” There was a tone of jest in his voice and the grin on his face.

“No. I, am just not feeling that well since this morning.”

“Then we must do something about that.” In one quick second, you were suspended in the air in his arms, your body was held close to his chest with the help of his arms. 

The yelp that left your lips sounded louder than it should have, because that room full of relatives and influential people fell silent to the ordeal in front of them. But your astonishment was not due to the fact that your newly officialized husband has decided to embarrass you in a shrine where god witnessed your union—it was rather how contrary to the earlier, he felt warm.

“You feel warmer.” you could not help but let your thoughts slip out in a murmur. “Surprised?” you nod hesitantly realizing how that slipped out in a murmur.

“My infinity was up earlier, I noticed how you got startled. And how dare I make Lady Gojo flinch. ” There was a sense of tease in his tone, but also laced with pride and maybe some joy? He never fails to leave you perplexed. You had nothing to answer to that. Lady Gojo. That is who you were. The weight of your title made your head spin as Gojo walked you two out of the shrine, with you still in his arms.

The reception went as smoothly as it could have. Honestly coming to the reception was harder than the reception itself. Being in an enclosed space with Gojo was really more scary than marrying him in front of thousands of people. Now you just have to do exactly that for the rest of your life, or until your services are required. 

He did not say or do anything much for the better part of the car ride to the location, other than handing you a water bottle and some packed riceballs, which were kept in the car before you two got there, with his instructions you presumed. You took it without any reluctance.

“Eat well. Who knows how much you might be able to eat there.” He was not wrong, you were expected to look and act as the perfect newly wed bride to the Gojo clan head, and that meant sitting there pretty and smiling at everyone. So you silently ate what you were given, unperceptive to those blue eyes staring at you with the intention of noting down every little detail about you, as a grin involuntarily stretched across his face, unbeknownst to either of you. Just Ichiji saw that in the rear view mirror and felt some relief for his employer. 

With congratulations coming left and right, the title of Lady Gojo, being thrown at you at the end of every sentence, you could only think that your husband was right. Even the people of your previous clan were more respectful to you than they ever have been. As nice as they all have been, the pressure still hung suffocatingly high in the air. And you understood it had everything to do with the Gojo name being attached to you now. Or maybe it was Gojo Satoru himself, attached to you at every step, who made them hold their tongue. Your groom made it his mission to follow you around wherever you went, and loomed over every conversation you had with every familiar or unfamiliar individual. 

“Will you let her breathe in peace?” “You really thought he was not going to be too much at his own wedding?” Two people chimed, with another man following them closely with solemn eyes.

“Sure, make my wife hate me . Some friends you guys are.” Never in your life you thought you would see Gojo Satoru pout. He was formidable, smug, maybe petty, and condescending, but the only thing you could think for a second was, cute.

Upon introduction you acquainted yourself with Geto Suguru, Irie Shoko, and Nanami Kento. Few of Gojo Satoru’s friends and comrades. They were probably the only people you had a sound and relaxed conversation with. Satoru seemed more at ease around them as well. They were in fact, the first bunch of people you felt were nice to you without any incentive hanging over them. The individual dynamic they have with your husband, and just all four of them together made you feel jealous of their bond. But again, that is something one only gains by growing up together or almost dying beside each other. And they have all of it.

The night ended soon after with everyone taking their leave, and the hall slowly becoming desolate. Satoru was ready to retire for the day as well. As he went to have the car fetched for you two to take your leave, your mother took advantage of that chance to catch you in the hallway, before you could leave after your goodbyes. 

“You do know what you have to do tonight. Yes?”

The grip she had on your arm became increasingly tighter as each second passed without an affirmative answer from you. “Yes.”

“Do as you are instructed. And just let him take it.” Those were the last words you heard from your mother. Any sane person would gag at such interaction, but it was no more a  surprise to you. Seeing your mother put on a faux smile as she entered the main hall, with one last glance at your way, ‘take it’ , that is all that you heard. You have been taught to just take it, all your life. If your male cousin likes your things, they can just take it. Your father is scolding you for speaking an octave too high, you just have to take that. You have to simply take all the snide comments and slimy suggestions, they are for your own good. When people made fun of your lack of powers, you were told to just take it as a lesser being. And now as you sit beside your newly wed husband, while being driven to his estate, you have to mentally prepare yourself to just let him take it.

After all that is all you were made for, that is all you are worth.

“Still not feeling well?”

The sudden question made you look at the source of the voice sitting beside you on the plush leather seats. “Yes?”

“Yes, you are not feeling well? Or yes, you were not listening to me?”

“Oh. I am sorry.” “Was that either of the options? Hmm?” The smile on his face was oddly comforting, and genuine. But that made it all more sickening.

“I did not hear you, I was just distracted.” “I guessed as much.” He did not say anything more, he looked away and went back to facing his side of the window, as did you. Or so you thought.

Satoru has been observing you since he came back from getting Ichiji to get the car up in front of the hotel, where the reception was held. He followed you closely from behind sensing the cloud of distress making its way back above your head. He somehow managed to get rid of them during the reception, and something or someone ruined all his hard work. And he did not appreciate that. 

Right now he was trying to get a glimpse of your reflection on his side of the window. It was not slick. Nor was it very effective. Trying to find your eyes in the dark tinted glass was making him annoyed. He just wanted to hold your face in both his hands and stare down in your irises to draw out all the unspoken answers from the depths of your soul.

But that would effectively scare you off more than you already were.

So the next best thing was showing concern through more subtle actions. Like running out of the car just as it stopped on the stone driveway, in front of the huge doors of the main entrance. He made his way over to your side before you could even open your door. And in a blink of eye you were back in his arms. Now without the Haori, his skin was much warmer through the fabric of his Montsuki.

“Don't want you to tire yourself out more." He mumbled, way too close to your face than you would appreciate, his eyes were focused on the stairs leading into the entrance of your new house. 

“Who am I if not your most obedient servant, Lady Gojo.” 

Now it felt like he was trying his best to embarrass you. Was he trying to patronize you? 

“You should not say something like that Gojo-sama, what if someone heard you?”

“If someone dared to eavesdrop on words meant for my wife, in the privacy of my arms— they know better than gambling with their lives.” The chuckle that left him was anything but humorous. The threat was very real behind those words, probably more present in his voice than his words.

The walk to the bedroom was long, it took many turns at long hallways to reach what seemed like the opposite end of the entryway. Where stood two sliding doors proud and all alone in that entire hallway. And every step he took to get closer to them felt like a sigh of breath leaving your throat to never return. And he probably felt that with the gripping dent of your nails in the back of neck, but he welcomed that. He felt nothing but contentment in you losing your composure in his arms. And he wished for nothing, but a lifetime of you letting yourself express your most hidden self in his arms, and have you leave your mark on him.

The bedroom was huge. And it was decorated with more than hundred candles, to perceptive eyes. All the expensive decoration, furniture, painting and scroll went invisible to your eyes—because there was only one thing in that room that caught your interest.

The bed. It stood on all its strong legs, near the huge windows overlooking the outside. It was surrounded by more candles, scented ones. And it smelled like the ocean and sweet tropical fruits. There were bouquets of roses and Lilies on each side of the bed, on the bedside tables. As Satoru placed you down on the fluffy and soft covers, the mattress almost engulfed you in itself. And it all became too real.

You might be Lady Gojo now. But the man hovering above you was Lord Gojo.

He can joke about being at your beck and call all he wants, but he was not the one married off to serve you. It was you who was instructed to just be a good wife and take it. You were here, on his bed, to serve him. To let him take you, take your virginity, and claim you as one of his many conquests. All you were good for, was to lie there and take his seed, to give him an heir and silently sit in a corner unless you are spoken to.

So why was he walking away from you? 

“You are not- going to?” the hand you used to hold onto his wrist, to prevent him from walking away from you, was shaking. 

“What do you mean?” The scrunch of his eyebrows made you think for a second he might be genuinely confused about what you might be referring to.

“You should know what I mean.” He truly is such a cruel man.

“If you don't speak to me clearly, I am afraid, I am too dumb to understand.” The smirk on his face said otherwise. “You are so mean.”

“How am i being mean to my own wife, if i don’t even understand what she is implying, hmm?” 

“How will it be any more helpful if I say it out loud?” “I don’t know? You might have to find out for yourself.” He was annoying you now.

“I am trying to perform our duties and get over this, Gojo-sama.” Hopefully your stern voice camouflaged your nervousness and fear.

“Do you want to consummate our marriage that bad, Gojo-sama?”

The incredulous look on your face upon being addressed by the same title as him, by Gojo Satoru himself, was the last thing you expected out of this conversation. 

“You- you, just- cannot address me like that!” “Why not? You are also a Gojo now. In fact, you are the lady of the clan now.” His argument was making more sound sense to you than your own head.

“I would have to argue your position is much more important than mine. From this day forward you are also Gojo-sama whether you like it or not. I hope you get used to it. And I don’t want to be called out by some title by my own wife.”

“You keep saying ‘my wife, my wife’, yet you are acting oblivious about our marital duties!” Suddenly the air was much heavier than how lightly it was circulating through the huge room. “You might get away with putting up a front, but my position in this marriage has been set in stone. So please spare me the questions and put an heir in me as soon as you can.”

You anticipated an array of reactions after such audacious proclamations. You guessed as much, the very second your tongue stopped speaking, the emotions on his face might be anything but that humorous and kind softness he has, oh so graciously, offered you up to this moment so far. And that made you look away from his face, which looked more halted than stoic, and in your experiences, surprises are almost always followed by anger or joy. And you were definitely not expecting him to clap his hand and offer you a big smile.

Your hand on his hand felt more foreign than before, so you pulled it off him. And it allowed him the satisfaction of at least not feeling your miserably shaking and soaking palm. And there it was, the anger. 

Just as you let go of him, his own hand grabbed a mean grip on your wrist. It was confusing to understand what exactly happened in the moments after that. One second he is pulling you off the bed towards himself, next he is bending down to reach you half way across and pushing you on the bed with the weight of his body. You were essentially pinned onto your new marital bed. Both hands pinned on either side of your head, with a mean grip on your wrists by his huge calloused hands, and you were sure that you were done for.

“Since you have already cooked up these false ideas about what this relationship might look like, how about I show you a little glimpse into these imaginations?” 

His face was probably close to yours by no more than half of one centimeter, you could feel his eyes searching for something in your own eyes, and you had no confidence to fake it. So you just shut your eyes real tight and waited for what was to come.

Satoru’s right hand glided itself from your wrist, to your forearm, under the sleeves of your kimono, until it reached up to your arms, where the bunched up clothing did not allow him any more access over your skin. The loud gulp you took, out of some sort of relief, was gone in a second.

Satoru was not a man to give up on the first hindrance, and people learn that usually the hard way. His eyes were more concerned with how your eyebrows were scrunched up, how tightly your eyes were closed and how your eyelashes were looking longer like that, or how you might end up making your lips bleed if you keep on biting down on them that hard. And how beautiful your neck looked, with the little knot in your throat going up and down with nervous gulps. 

His right hand started working to get rid of the belts on your kimono, and his hand was slipping past every layer of clothing to reach your body. While his mouth made itself useful on your neck, peppering the most delicate kisses from the base of your neck, collar bones, along the column of your neck, up to your chin. And with several little scattered kisses on your jaw, Satoru’s eyes found your mouth open in a small gasp. Thankfully your lips did not bleed. But your eyes remained closed, too afraid to see what was going on, in the dim light of the candles illuminating the room in an orange hue, you were too scared. 

You did not want to think about how his hand felt so cold and soothing on your burning skin or how his lips felt so warm and comforting. You did not want to see those blue eyes, or those scars spread all across his skin, particularly the one under his eye—it made you train your eyes back into those dilating pupils every time.

Satoru's hand was just below your breasts, it just stayed there. Sometimes moving an inch too close and then just going back to drawing circles around your torso, squeezing your waist at times—all while his teeth and lips worked all over your decolletage. Little bites and long intervals of his lips sucking marks around your neck, drew out hisses of pleasure out of you.

Who knew that being under your husband could make one feel this much pleasure?

His left hand never left its grip on your right hand. The platinum ring on his finger became warm over time, just like his cold hand, as it remained intertwined with your fingers. While his right hand found its way down your stomach, on the waistband of your panties. It was nothing impressive, not the sort of underwear one expects a newly wed bride to wear. It was a simple cotton panty, the bare minimum. Your family forgot that detail probably.

But Satoru absolutely did not mind. He liked the slightly loose elastic, it felt like any moment he could slip it off you, or slip his own hand inside. And it felt worn in, soft and malleable. He could tear it off you in a millisecond. 

“Get it off already.”

“Ordering me around already, Gojo-sama? Hmm?” You were losing your patience. Who could’ve predicted that? 

“Stop that.” “Stop what?” “You know what.” 

“Again, Gojo-sama, if you do not tell me how will I know? Your poor, poor husband is not that sharp.” His patronizing voice vibrated in the crook of your neck. 

“Stop. C-calling m. Me. Gojo-sama.” 

“I don't know? Should I?

“Yes! You sound ridiculous!” Your eyes finally shit open and you rose up to now lean on your elbows, to get a better look at him. The unfastened kimono slipping off you and pooling under you in the process. 

His eyes remained trained on you, hooded and shadowed by storms and turmoil in the blue sea, as he found refuge between your open legs. He was practically lying on your breast, with your bra on the verge of slipping off and giving him easy access to them, to mark them all over in pink and purple. Because clearly the plethora of lovebites on you, were not enough.

He did not say anything. Just the hand which was previously on your waistband, glided downward until it reached the back of your knees. His fingers worked with stealth while his eyes distracted you, like a predator. He grabbed onto your knee and pushed you back down on the bed, as both his hands found their place back on your wrists. While he cozied himself between your legs, and sat back on his knees.

He leaned in close enough to hover his own set of lips just above your own, just as they barely made contact—he moved his neck to glide those lips across your cheek, to your ear. 

“I am glad we agree.”

“Then I can count on you, to not call me by that title again, right sweetheart?” 

You did not have to see his eyes or his face to nod an instant yes.

“Use your words. Lady Gojo.” His voice came out harsher than ever.

“I won't call you that again.”

“Ah. What an obedient wife you are. Hmm? Your parents will be proud.”

With those last words dripping with nothing but sarcasm, he got off you. He silently fixed your kimono, tucked you in, and kissed your forehead with a whisper of goodnight. Right before he left you there to contemplate what just happened, and locked himself in the bathroom attached to your bedroom, for what felt like more than an hour. You did not really know if you were supposed to wait for him or not, what was he going to do when he came back? 

All sorts of thoughts raced through your head, as you drifted into sweet slumber, on the most soft and comfortable bed you've ever come across in your life.

While Gojo Satoru hunched over the sink, looking like a freshly ripened tomato. He stared at himself into the mirror, with nothing but disbelief at his own audacity. 

The morning came faster than it should have. It felt particularly premature to you when you spent the rest of your night, after the events that took place on your marital bed, by watching the ceiling above you with a blank stare. You did pass out for a brief while, but that was out of being overwhelmed to the point of losing consciousness. You were not sure if this was ok, to sleep in this huge room by yourself. But you could not, or maybe did not want to stop Satoru from storming out of the bathroom, and then speeding out of the room without sparing you a single glance. You wanted to enjoy one night peacefully in this bed, to compensate for many tumultuous ones to inevitably follow. 

Even when getting off your bed to pace around the room, to maybe tire yourself out, sleep did not come. But if getting married was not tiresome enough to knock you out, then maybe walking around the room won’t do you any good as well. So you decided to take a walk in that huge garden sitting outside the floor to ceiling windows nearby your bed. 

You did not make it much far into the huge garden. After the neatly arranged traditional garden, laid vast lands of grass and wild flowers, and bushes, and an arrangement of trees, including two cherry blossom trees sitting across each other, along the edge of a lake. It was lit with the reflection of the moonlight, falling on the surface of its water, scattering everywhere in a chaotic rhythm, because of the busy fishes moving around in it, probably enjoying the serene night.  You would have liked to go take a seat near the lake, on one of those benches placed around it. But when you approached the nearest bench, under one of the cherry blossom trees, you found your husband already occupying it. 

Maybe in another world, you went up to it and sat down beside him silently, maybe you spoke with him and tried to start a conversation. Maybe you two just sat together in silence, or maybe he saw you and walked away. But in this world, you could not even cross the five feet of distance that laid between you and that bench. Instead you walked back to your room, as silently as you could. You spent the rest of the night trying to get some sleep, as you laid on your side, and stared out of those huge windows by your bed, until the dark sky became blue.

Who knows what the outcome could have been if you walked up to that bench last night. Who knows what could have happened if only Satoru turned around and asked you to sit down instead of patiently waiting for you to come up to him. I mean, you should know better, five feet of distance is not that much for their presence to go unnoticed by him or his six eyes. Especially when it is you. 

The morning itself was more uneventful, compared to last night. The shower was particularly soothing. ESpecially where he touched you last night. Maybe it has something to do with his powers you told yourself, but you knew better. Why it was burning everywhere he touched or why those marks of his teeth and lips stung so sweet—was not something you really wanted to think about, as it made you go weak in  the knees.

It was all very uneventful, until you came out of the bathroom after your shower, to find Satoru sitting at the end of the bed. He was still in the black kimono from the wedding. He looked like he did not get any sleep either, or so it seemed, because this time around his eyes were covered with his blindfold. It was eerie, for most people to see Gojo Satoru without his black blindfold, but for you it was probably the other way around. It was weird to see him with it for once. And that person felt like an entirely different person, than the one you married yesterday. 

“Goodmorning, Goj- Satoru-san.” His given name did not roll off your tongue the smoothest. But he appreciated that you listened to him. 

“You can drop the honorifics as well.” There was an appreciative smile on his face as he spoke, but even with his blindfold on, you could tell that smile did not reach his face. “I do not know if I can.”

Satoru did not push you. One step at a time, right? Even if these steps did not come out of your own volition, but his petty threats, he still welcomed them with a humorous smile. 

“I wanted to apologize about yesterday.” He did not suit humility, that is what you thought when a grin stretched along your face. Seeing him squirm and look so uncomfortable was new, even when his eyes were covered, you imagined them to look more sorry than body language. Satoru really was just not familiar with saying sorry, but he never backed away from apologizing when he needed to.

“I really crossed a line there, just to prove a point.” you did not say anything back but just stood in front of him with your freshly out of shower wet hair dripped droplets of water on the carpet. “I would understand if you do not want to forgive me, I would like to make it up to you however.” He was trying his best. His best to not stare at you blatantly in that silken baby blue robe clinging to your body, that he personally picked out for you. Or the peeking marks he left on you, that made him go dizzy. It was all him.

“It is alright.” you went to sit beside him, but instead of sitting just by him, you sat on one of the corners of the bed, keeping the distance between you two. “Really?”

“Yes. I do not think I would have minded if you went all the way. I do not really have any say in that.” 

“What?” He genuinely looked confused for a few first seconds. Then something else creeped up on him, something close to pity or disgust. 

“I was wedded off to you to serve you and your bloodline. It is my purpose.”

Satoru felt disgusted. By everyone and anyone who has ever made you think about yourself like this. But he was mostly disgusted by himself.

“I do not know how much more plainly I can put it, and it is not just some opinion of mine, it’s just the truth. But you are wrong to think that.” He got off the bed, to stand in front of you. At an arms length he looked further away than he actually was. His shoulders looked stiff and his jaw was tight. You have somehow managed to piss him off by saying things you were instructed to say all your life, to not piss off your husband.

“You are wrong.” 

That was all he said before he stormed out of the room without a second glance. Exuding the sort of energy that said he might erupt like an angry volcano any minute.

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♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ ￣U U￣ ⤷ 21 days ✰ pairing: soft!dom⌇xavier ⤷ fem!sub⌇reader

✰ cw: mdni, graphic sexual content, based on xavier's 21 days card, fingering, marking (bites/hickeys), oral: ꒰f&m receiving꒱, possessive behavior, no protection, slight spoilers to xavier's shooting stars myth, loss of virginity (both xavier and mc), consensual somnophilia at the end (if you squint), so much squirting, cum... slurping? (so cringe I’m sorry, idk what to call it😩), dry humping/cumming in boxers, self-pleasure, mild dirty talk compared to my usual xavier, multiple orgasms, overstim, angel/sweet girl/good girl used sparingly

• wc: 10.3k 🌸

• tags: @kodaswrld & @issysh3ll - as always; thank you for the dividers! :))

Xavier sits on the edge of the bed, lost in thought as he gazes at your sleeping form. The moonlight filtering through the window casts a soft glow on your peaceful face, making you look even more breathtaking than usual. He settles for simply drinking in the sight of you—the way your lips slightly part, the fan of your long lashes against your cheeks, the soft swell of your breasts beneath the sheets. Tomorrow, this mission ends, and who knows if or when he'll get to be this close to you again.

Over the past 21 days, Xavier has poured every ounce of his being into making this assignment memorable for you. Each day, he’s gone out of his way to pamper and spoil you, hoping that somehow, someway, you'll realize the depth of his feelings. Cooking your favorite meals, planning surprise outings, and even indulging in your love for anime marathons—he’s done it all.

And there were moments… fleeting yet precious, where Xavier dared to hope his feelings might be reciprocated. Like during one of the many days spent lounging around in front of the TV, when you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting comfortably on his chest… Or the soft giggle of your laugh echoing in the kitchen as he taught you to cook one of his ancestral recipes. 

Each interaction feels like a precious treasure, a fleeting glimpse into a life he desperately craves but fears he can never fully have—your head tilting back in that laughter, free and carefree in a way he rarely sees. Your slender fingers brushing against his arm as you reach for popcorn, sending sparks of electricity racing across his skin. The tender expression on your face as you watch him train, pride and something much softer simmering in your eyes.

It’s the quiet moments that speak volumes, though. Like the time you caught him stargazing on the balcony, and instead of interrupting, you simply leaned against the railing beside him, following his gaze to the vast expanse above. “It's beautiful,” you murmured, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Almost as beautiful as the stars I see in your eyes.” Those words had lodged themselves in Xavier’s heart, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty eating away at him.

But as the moon makes its way to the tip of the sky, signaling the end of your time together, reality and doubt come crashing down on him full-force. Maybe you really do just see him as a friend, an ally, nothing more... And that knowledge brings a bittersweet pain to his heart, a sting sharper than any blade.

As the faint whisper of your voice floats through the air, Xavier's heart skips a beat, drawn towards you like a magnet. He can only watch in stunned silence as the sheet slips from your body, revealing your bare breasts covered only by a thin white tank top. His breath hitches in his throat, heart pounding wildly against his chest as his eyes catch the outline of your nipples, perking in the cool air around them. It's almost like seeing you vulnerable for the very first time, a sight reserved only for his dreams until now.

You start to stir slightly under his gaze, instinctively nuzzling closer to his warmth without waking up, and Xavier swears he feels time stop completely. Unable to resist, his eyes trail slowly down your neck, taking in every inch of exposed skin, the graceful curve of your collarbone, leading down, down to where the flimsy fabric pools between your breasts. 

With a strangled groan, Xavier forces himself to tear his gaze away from your tempting form, feeling like he's ripping his own heart out in the process. A final, shuddering breath later and he’s slipping from the room, gently clicking the door shut behind him. He moves through the space on autopilot, his body acting on instinct as his mind reels. Upstairs, in the spare bedroom he's been using, he spots the workout equipment set up in the corner. Perfect.

He moves through the motions of his workout with a single-minded focus, sweat dripping down his lean form as he grips the pull-up bar. His muscles strain and flex with each movement, a testament to the rigorous training regimen he's maintained for centuries. The burn in his arms is a welcome distraction from the storm in his heart, but even as he pushes his body to its absolute limit, he can't shake the image of your sleeping form from his mind.

So, still shaken, Xavier drags himself into the bathroom adjacent to the guest room. He turns the faucet to the coldest setting possible, bracing himself as the icy water cascades over his heated skin, trying desperately to clear his mind of the intoxicating image of your nearly nude form tangled in the sheets downstairs.

But even as the frigid spray assaults his senses, he can’t shake the vivid memory... His imagination starts running wild, conjuring up scenarios of how the sheets might have slipped even lower while he'd been lost in his workout. Perhaps exposing the delicate curves of your hips, the cute little junction between your thighs...

He grips the tiled wall with trembling hands, knuckles turning white as he fights to regain control. Each droplet of ice-cold water seems to caress his body like ghostly fingers, mimicking sensations he aches to experience with you.

Desperate for distraction, Xavier starts reciting equations, ancient alien languages, anything to occupy his thoughts. But he can’t stop imagining your melodious laugh echoing off the tiles, your slender arms wrapping around him from behind...

With a strangled groan, he allows his resolve to crumble, letting the water grow hotter, his traitorous hand already roaming over his slick, chilled skin. He bites back a groan as his hand drifts, fingers splayed wide as if trying to map every contour of muscle, grazing the soft silvery curls that lead down to...

Xavier hisses through clenched teeth, grip tightening on the tiles as his fingers curl around his hardening length, and with a shaky exhale, he opens the floodgate of forbidden images—phantom touches, whispered words, shared breaths. 

His eyes shut tight as if to block out the temptation, but he's already lost in fantasy, letting his mind wander to what it would feel like to have you pressed against him, your soft curves molding perfectly to the hard, wet planes of his body… He imagines trailing reverent kisses along the elegant column of your throat, tasting the salt of your skin, relishing the quickening pulse beneath his lips…

He murmurs your name then, the sound swallowed by the rush of water. In his mind's eye, you’re looking up at him with hooded eyes, your lips parted invitingly, silently begging for more. Slowly, sensually, he’s exploring every inch of your body, mapping out the constellations of freckles and beauty marks that he's only glimpsed before.

But suddenly, like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head, realization crashes over Xavier. He snaps out of his fantasizing, horror and shame flooding through him as he registers what he's done—what he was about to let himself do. Cursing vehemently under his breath, he wrenches open the glass door and steps out of the shower, nearly slipping on the wet tile in his haste. Even if only in his mind, every single time it feels like a violation, a betrayal of your trust.

Heart hammering, he yanks on fresh clothes with shaking hands. Everywhere he looks, he can practically see echoes of his sinful imaginings taunting him.

“I'm supposed to protect you, not...not defile you in my head like some kind of depraved monster.” Self-loathing laces his heated whisper as he stalks to the dresser, slamming his fist against it in frustration. 

Feeling like a caged animal, Xavier needs to do something else, anything, really, to distract himself from the thoughts rampaging through his mind. So he heads towards the kitchen with determined steps, quietly pulling ingredients and pots from their rightful places. But his hands aren’t steady, thanks to the sudden surge of adrenaline, and the knife he uses to chop vegetables makes jerky movements at best before nearly slicing his finger off. With a muffled curse, he settles for just dropping everything into the frying pan. He doesn't know whether the anger with himself or sheer stupidity made him believe he could cook this time, but within minutes, the room is filled with the smell of burning food.

Just as the smoke detector begins to shrill its warning, a soft, sleep-addled voice pierces through the chaos. “Xavier? What's going on?”

His head snaps up to see you standing in the doorway, a thin, bunny print robe wrapped loosely around your frame. Gratitude surges through him at the sight—at least you're covered now. Still, he can't help but let his gaze linger on the pretty curve of your neck, the way your hair is tousled from sleep.

“I...ah…” He clears his throat awkwardly, realizing he must look like a man possessed. “I was just trying to...distract myself.” The words come out quiet, tinged with embarrassment.

Without thinking, he’s reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your cheek. Your skin is still flushed and warm from the pillow, so impossibly soft… He wants to touch more, to gather you into his arms and soak you in, but he restrains himself.

“We both know I'm not very good at it, though," he mutters dryly, gesturing to the smoking mess in the pan. 

Taking in the scene before you with drowsy eyes and a quirked brow, a mixture of amusement and concern flickers across your features. You definitely walked in on Xavier amidst what seems like some intense self-reflection. Or perhaps a nervous breakdown? Either way, your heart can't help but soften at the adorably disheveled sight of him. The stressed set of his silver brows and the way he nervously avoids eye contact only confirms that something is indeed on his mind. Honestly, you don't think you've ever seen him so flustered before...

“Distract yourself from what?” you ask, taking a step closer, the ties of your robe swaying as softly as your voice. The floral scent of your perfume mingles with the smell of burnt food, creating a strange but oddly comforting aroma.

Reaching out, your tiny hand comes to rest on his forearm, and even through the fabric of his shirt, your touch feels electric, sending sparks racing along Xavier’s nerves. “Is everything okay, Xavier?” Your voice is tender, searching, full of genuine worry.

Xavier stiffens under your touch, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He's definitely in trouble now… His lips part to respond, but for a moment, no words come out. How exactly does one explain their straying thoughts, their wandering hands, without sounding like a pervert? Or worse, confirming the fact that he might just be one? 

When he finally meets your gaze again, he's acutely aware of the fire in his blue eyes, the smoky haze having replaced his usual calm demeanor. He clears his throat again, a futile attempt to rid himself of the sudden dryness. “I, uh...I had some...um, troubling thoughts.”

Confusion clouds your eyes as you search his face, noting the flush coloring his pale cheeks and ears and the conflicted look in those piercing blue depths. Troubling thoughts? At this late hour? You furrow your brow, unconsciously leaning closer to him as if proximity alone could unravel the mysteries hidden within him.

It strikes you then, as inconvenient as it is untimely, the absurdity of the situation: 21 days later, you are still dancing aimlessly around each other, locked in an endless loop of 'what ifs', both refusing to breach that invisible barrier between you. It's almost laughable, really, in a bittersweet sort of way, how oblivious you both seem to be.

Desperate to ease the tension, to pull you both out of this uncomfortable silence, an idea sparks to life. “I know! Why don't we watch a movie?” You suggest brightly, internally cringing at how forced your enthusiasm sounds. But you forge ahead nonetheless. “We can make some popcorn, get all cozy on the couch… It might help take your mind off whatever’s bothering you.” Your gaze darts to the clock on the wall then, noting the late hour with a twinge of sadness. Only a few precious hours left together before you need to get ready to leave… 

The corners of Xavier's lips twitch into a weak smile as he nods. “Yeah, that sounds really nice.”

Hurriedly, he moves to help you prepare tea and snacks, gathering the necessary items onto a tray while stealing occasional glances at your profile. Something as simple as making tea together feels oddly intimate now, knowing it's possibly the last time he'll be doing it with you like this.

Once everything is ready, Xavier follows you to the living room, placing the tray carefully on the coffee table before settling down next to you on the couch. As the opening credits roll, he finally allows himself to lean back against the cushions, breathing in the calming scent of the tea mixed with the soothing floral notes of your perfume. 

Lost in the movie, your body betrays you, instinctively seeking his warmth and comfort. Gradually, imperceptibly, you allow yourself to drift closer to Xavier, until the mere inches between your bodies are insignificant.

Suddenly, a particularly terrifying jump scare blares from the speakers, causing you to jolt violently. In your panic, your hands fly up to clutch at the first solid thing nearby—in this case, the firm planes of Xavier's chest. Soft breasts press against his arm as you wedge yourself against his side, face burying itself into the crook of his neck with a startled gasp.

“Oh absolutely not!” you exclaim, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Your racing heart pounds erratically, but you can't tell anymore if it's solely due to the scary scene unfolding on screen since the musky scent of Xavier’s skin fills your nostrils, the rapid thrum of his pulse matching your own. For a moment, you simply revel in being this close to him, wishing you could stay enveloped in his protective embrace forever.

Then his quiet laughter fills the room, warm puffs of air tickling the top of your head as his hand slides over your back in a soothing rhythm. He watches as you huddle into him, heartbeat gradually returning to normal but fingers remaining firmly clasped onto his shirt. 

With a gentle touch, he lifts his free hand to cup your cheek, thumb lightly tracing the curve of your jawline as he gazes down into your wide, scared eyes. Your breath hitches as he starts tracing feather-light patterns along your jaw, setting your nerve endings ablaze with every delicate touch. Those striking blue eyes hold you captive, boring into your soul with an intensity that steals the very air from your lungs.

Almost unconsciously, your tongue darts out to wet your suddenly dry lips, and you watch transfixed as Xavier's gaze zeroes in on the movement. Time seems to stretch and warp around you, narrowing down to this singular, pivotal moment hanging suspended between you both.

“I-is… is everything alright?” Your voice emerges as a trembling whisper, scarcely audible over the pounding of your heart as it picks up in speed once again. But beneath the shy uncertainty in your tone, there's an undercurrent of longing, a desperate plea for him to take this chance, to finally shatter the invisible walls keeping you apart, because you're not so sure if you dare to do it yourself.

“Honestly? It’s everything but alright.”—that would be Xavier’s answer to your question, were he actually able to speak. His gaze shifts down to your mouth, the sight of your plush pink lips stealing the last reserves of his sanity. Despite the desperate need coursing through him, he feels surprisingly shy, almost uncertain. “I…” he pauses, swallowed by the weight of the confession hovering on the tip of his tongue. “I want to kiss you...” The words end up tumbling out in a hushed murmur, laced with hope and longing.

A single, very trembly nod is all you can muster up, a myriad of emotions playing across your delicate features—surprise, joy, nervousness, and above all, overwhelming desire. You hardly even dare to breathe, scared your sudden movement might shatter the moment completely.

As if moving through a dream, Xavier leans in with painstaking slowness, giving you every opportunity to pull away, to rethink. But you remain rooted to the spot, pulse fluttering wildly in your throat as anticipation coils tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach.

The first brush of his lips against yours is impossibly soft, almost tentative. A question seeking permission, the search for confirmation that this is truly happening. Slowly, savoringly, he deepens the pressure, one large hand coming up to cradle the nape of your neck as he angles your head to better fit his mouth to yours.

He kisses you like you're the most precious thing in the universe, reverent and ardent in equal measure. And the way his lips move against yours… you feel like you could combust on the spot from sheer ecstasy. When he finally pulls back, it's only far enough to rest his forehead against yours, sharing the same air in your mutual, blissed-out daze.

“I… I can't tell you how long I’ve wanted this.” The hushed confession spills from him like a secret hoarded too tightly for too long, an admission laden with unspoken meaning.

Cradling your face in his hands, he examines your features up close for what feels like the very first time—every freckle, every delicate curve, the soft parting of lips slightly reddened from his kisses. And then, like a whispered prayer, Xavier sees the single syllable fall from your lips in a breathless entreaty: “more.”

The whispered plea has his breath catching, heart pounding harder in his chest. Without breaking eye contact, he takes a deep breath and slowly pulls you onto his lap, cradling you like a precious treasure, one he's finally being allowed to rightfully claim.

He starts peppering your face with tender kisses, trailing from your forehead down to the tip of your nose before capturing your lips once more. With one hand buried in your hair and the other tracing lazy designs across the small of your back, he drinks you in like a man finally being fed a feast worthy of his insatiable appetite.

Soft moans escape his throat, mixing with your own needy whimpers as he tastes and trails his lips down the sensitive skin of your neck. Each flick of his tongue against your jugular vein, each graze of teeth against the lobe of your ear sends waves of pleasure rippling through you, making you arch into his embrace and tremble in his hold.

Suddenly, he’s picking you up, your body molding perfectly against the plush rug as he gently lays you down, the heat from the crackling fire casting a warm glow across your flushed skin. He hovers over you, drinking in the sight of your disheveled hair fanning out around your face, cheeks rosy from his kisses, those captivating eyes glazed with desire…

Slowly, reverently, he traces the outline of your parted lips with his thumb, marveling at how they quiver under his touch. "So beautiful," he murmurs, voice low and rough with barely restrained hunger. 

Your hands fist in the silky strands of his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp as you tilt your head back in clear invitation. The feeling of his lips searing a trail down your throat is indescribable every single time, like a flame licking at every nerve ending, leaving a path of molten desire in its wake. “So good,” you whisper breathlessly against his ear, hands tightening their grip on his hair as he continues painting vibrant streaks of pleasure across your body with his mouth.

Large hands skim reverently up your sides, pushing the robe off your shoulders until it pools uselessly at your sides, revealing every inch of the tantalizing expanse of silky skin underneath. But it's the sight of that thin, straining tank top that makes his breath catch, pupils blown wide with sudden, all-consuming lust. Rosy peaks push insistently against the flimsy fabric again, betraying your body's arousal as you tremble beneath his heated gaze.

“May I?” The words are a low, strained rasp, quietly requesting further access to your body laid out so trustingly before him.

“Yes," you whimper breathlessly, lost to everything but the press of his skin against yours and the building ache between your thighs. "Please, don't stop..." His name tumbles from your lips then like a plea, a desperate cry to lose yourself in the madness consuming you both. And losing himself is exactly what Xavier does.

He takes his sweet time, drawing slow, wide circles around your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. He listens to your breathy whimpers, the little sounds you make as he toys with the hardened peaks beneath the fabric, goading you into a state of adorably flustered impatience. 

He finds himself growing increasingly entranced by the heat in your gaze and the tremors running through your body. Watching you squirm in his lap is quickly becoming his new fascination, an intoxicating blend of ecstasy and agony that he just can't resist. 

“Please…” The breathy plea tumbles from your lips unbidden, half-formed and threaded with desperation. Your hips twitch restlessly, chasing the phantom touch of his hands as they skim teasingly along your ribcage. The ache between your thighs starts pulsing with increasing urgency, dampening the thin fabric of your panties.

Impatiently, almost roughly, you yank your tank top over your head and toss it aside. Cool air pebbles your exposed flesh, rosy nipples standing at attention in the warm glow of the firelight. “Touch me," you demand, voice ragged with need. "I want to feel your hands on my bare skin, Xavier. Please..."

Xavier sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you sprawled out, skin flushed prettily from the heat rolling off the fire, eyes darkened with unbridled desire, begging for his touch. For a split second, he simply stares, almost drunk on your beauty.

Then he's leaning in, a hand coming up to cradle one of those delicious swells, his thumb sliding teasingly over the taut peak again. “So incredibly perfect,” he murmurs reverently. An eager little moan parts your lips as he kneads the other breast just as delicately, drinking in every gasp and whimper that tumbles from your lips. “Like rose petals wrapped in silk…”

His mouth descends upon yours again, inhaling that adorable little noise, greedy for your taste, drunk on your pleasure. One hand strays lower, tracing the luscious curve of your hip, slipping under the elastic band of your panties, sliding back and forth over the smooth, bare skin of your ass.

“Oh f-fuck,” he groans against your lips, burying his face in the hollow of your throat, panting against your pulse. “You're so soft, so warm…”

Lowering his head, he drags the flat of his tongue along the underside of one breast before drawing the peak into the wetness of his mouth. He suckles gently, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue as his hand continues its sensual massage on the other side.

His eyes never stray from yours… molten blue darkening with barely restrained hunger as he drinks in your every reaction. His control frays visibly with each roll of your hips, each needy sound that falls from your lips. It's clear the leash on his restraint is going fast, slipping another notch as you arch your tit into his mouth with a breathless keen. Soon, Xavier won't be able to hold back the tidal wave of long-suppressed desire crashing over him. Gods, he's almost terrified he might lose control and hurt you...

He pulls back slightly then, studying you for a brief moment before blurting out the first thing that pops into his head. "Are… are you sure about this?" he rasps, almost choking on the words.

“Because...because I'm barely hanging on by a thread here.” Confessing this to you leaves Xavier feeling almost naked, vulnerable in his own skin. It's both a frightening and exhilarating feeling. “I don't want to do anything you'll regret when we leave here,” he admits hoarsely, the fearful admission lining his words with raw sincerity.

Your hand cups his cheek tenderly, fingertips brushing lightly over the edge of his jawline. In this moment, you can feel the tension coiled tightly within him, see the vulnerability swimming in those mesmerizing blue depths. It takes your breath away, the depth of emotion, the sheer weight of his concern for your wellbeing.

“I've never been more certain of anything in my entire life, Xavier," you murmur, voice soft yet filled with conviction. Shifting closer, you nuzzle your nose against his, bringing your forehead to rest gently against his own. "I want this. I want you. And I could never, ever regret being with you. It just isn’t possible.”

To emphasize your point, you pepper feather-light kisses along his cheekbone, down the line of his throat. Each press of your lips is a whispered promise, an affirmation of your desire. “Let yourself go,” you breathe against his pulse point. "I can handle whatever you have to give me.”

Your free hand slides down his chest, fingertips tracing the rigid planes of his abdomen before coming to rest just above the waistband of his pants. You look up at him through lowered lashes, eyes smoldering with blatant lust. "Show me," you purr, voice dripping with honey and sin. "Show me how much you want me, Xavier."

His eyes bore into yours, a storm of emotions swirling in those cerulean depths—desire, adoration, disbelief, and a fierce intensity that steals your breath. For a long, suspended moment, he simply stares at you, as if committing every detail of your face to memory. The air between you feels so charged… practically electric with the weight of this pivotal moment.

Then something shifts, a subtle change in his demeanor. The gentleness remains, but it's now tempered with a steely resolve that sends shivers racing down your spine. Large hands come up to frame your face, thumbs stroking reverently along your cheekbones as he holds your gaze captive.

“Just remember: you asked for it.” In one fluid motion, he surges forward, claiming your lips in a searing kiss that steals the very air from your lungs. It's a kiss of possession, of raw need, his tongue delving past your parted lips to stroke against yours in a blatant imitation of much more intimate acts.

Then he breaks the kiss, only to descend upon your exposed breasts. His mouth latches onto one peaked nipple, suckling hungrily with a roughness that wasn't present earlier. He alternates between showering it with hot, wet kisses and scraping his teeth lightly over the hardened bud, earning delicious whimpers from your parted lips.

Meanwhile, his hand is hard at work on the other, squeezing, fondling, as if trying to etch the very feeling of you into his skin… His grip is almost punishingly firm, but it only serves to stoke the fire of need smoldering in your belly, urging you to beg and plead for more.

And just when you think you can't take it any longer, that he's going to leave that nipple just as bruised and needy as the last, he suddenly releases it with a soft pop, dragging his mouth up the center of your chest, over your collarbone, until he's level with your ear.

“I couldn't sleep earlier, you know,” he confesses quietly, large hands continuing their sensual exploration of your curves. “So I came to check on you, and…” he pauses, swallowing thickly. “The sight of you lying there in this thin little top, your nipples practically begging for my touch…”

One calloused palm cups your breast, thumb circling the stiff peak. "It took every ounce of my control not to crawl into bed with you then, to wake you up with my mouth all over these perfect tits..." The crude words from his typically sweet mouth, combined with the heat of his gaze boring into you, makes your stomach flutter uncontrollably 

“I even had to jerk off in the bathroom because I couldn't control my thoughts.” His words send a shiver of delight down your spine, fueling the growing heat in your core. “Because I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you, right there in your bed, your cute little body wiggling and gasping beneath mine.”

Holy hell… the imagery that invades your mind as he speaks sets your blood aflame. You can't help but picture him, flushed and panting, gripping himself with a white-knuckled fist against the cool tiles of the bathroom. Stroke after stroke, reliving the fantasy of having you splayed out before him, aching and needy, as he sinks into you…

Tearing yourself away from the erotic mental image proves difficult, but you force your gaze to lock with his, drinking in the molten blue fire consuming those icy irises.

“I wish you had,” you rasp, reaching up to thread trembling fingers into silvery locks. Your other hand maps the defined expanse of his back, nails raking lightly before digging in. “Woken me up like that, that is. I would've let you do anything you wanted.” The words are barely a whisper but they're weighted like a solemn vow.

Something in Xavier seems to break with your admission—the dam holding back centuries of restrained emotion crashing and shattering in a mere instant. Gone is the brooding tension, the tightly leashed control that defines him. In its place blooms unrestrained delight, shining through his face with luminous joy. He looks at you with an expression that seems to say 'Is this real? Do you truly want me that much?' His almost boyish grin somehow manages to be disarmingly innocent yet still sexy as sin. 

Slowly, reverently, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, knuckles grazing your cheek. "Is that so?" he murmurs playfully, nose brushing against yours. 

This pure happiness radiating from him, his usually stern features transformed by that boyish smile, makes you feel all warm and squishy inside. Impulsively, you tilt your chin up to capture his lips in a sweet, fleeting kiss. “Mmhmm,” you hum against his mouth, punctuating the affirmation with a light peck to the corner of his lips. Trailing your fingers through the soft strands of his hair again, you take time to marvel at how it feels like cool silk sliding over your fingertips, like moonlight turned tangible.

“Let me put it this way…” you murmur shyly, ducking your head to hide the fierce blush spreading across your cheeks. The idea of admitting the depth of your desire for him aloud fills you with giddy nerves and liquid heat swirling low in your belly. But the adoring look on Xavier's face, the sheer happiness you’re bringing him, emboldens you.

Slowly reaching out, you trace the elegant line of his jaw, marveling at the texture of his smooth skin beneath your fingertips. Your thumb skims across his lower lip and catches there.  “I want you so badly sometimes that it physically hurts," you confess, voice lowering to an awed whisper thick with longing. “Like...like a constant ache, thrumming through every cell.” Your free hand fists in the front of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer. 

“This proximity we've shared this past month, not being able to touch you the way I craved?" A little noise escapes you as he presses in, large hands coming up to bracket your ribs. With a shaky inhale, you risk one more statement heavy with meaning. “I was dreaming of you tonight, when you came into my room to check on me. I dream of you every night, Xavier… Asleep or awake.

This soft confession of yours causes a soundless explosion to ignite in Xavier's chest. There's so much pent-up emotion clawing for release… he barely knows where to start or how to even begin to articulate everything he wants, everything he's never even admitted out loud. But what he can do is react. Without either thought or grace, he moves. Leans in. Claims your lips in a powerful, bruising kiss.

There's a fierce desperation in the way he touches you now, an urgency that ignites like a forest fire threatening to consume all in its path, spreading from one acre to another, unable and unwilling to be tamed until there's nothing left but charred remains and ashes in its wake. 

Even in the dancing glow of the fire, you can see the intensity smoldering in his icy blue gaze as it rakes over your body. Calloused fingertips skim down your sides, your hips, leaving tingles in their wake. Dipping into the waistband of your panties, Xavier hooks his thumbs under the delicate lace, slowly beginning to drag the scant fabric downward.

“The dreams…” he murmurs, the soft words laced with barely restrained lust. “They’ll be nothing compared to the real thing. And I'm going to make each and every one come true... Starting right now.”

With a final tug, he strips your panties away completely, baring you fully to his hungry gaze. Then his mouth is trailing scorching kisses down your throat, pausing to suck lightly at your racing pulse point. Lower and lower he goes, mapping the swell of your breasts with lips and tongue, dipping into your navel teasingly. Finally, thank the gods, he settles between your parted thighs.

For centuries, Xavier has trailed in the shadows of your life after life, an unseen protector, a quiet admirer, a devoted lover. Ever patient, ever steadfast, his focus on you has never once wavered.

And now here he is, reverently tracing his tongue along your dampened folds, worshiping your pussy as his fingers dig deep into your thighs to hold you down. He buries his face deeper, lapping at your sensitive flesh with firm strokes. 

As Xavier's skilled tongue paints swirls around the sensitive bud, your fingers tangle desperately in his hair. Hips bucking into his touch, shameless moans spill freely from your lips as jolts of pure pleasure radiate through you.

Through hooded eyes, you watch him work, face flushed and eyes feverishly intense, completely enraptured by your reactions. Each shudder and keen is met with a low groan that vibrates deliciously against you.    

Lost in a haze of sensory overload, Xavier grinds his cloth-covered erection desperately against the plush rug below. Each roll of his hips and swirl of his tongue around your throbbing bud brings him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, angel,” he rasps between long, languid laps. "Your taste...I could drown in it." Strong hands grip your thighs harder as his grinds against the floor grow almost frantic. The sight of this incredible man reduced to dry humping the ground, clearly wild with need for you, sends a dark thrill zinging down your spine.

But suddenly, he pulls back, panting harshly. Eyes glazed with lust meet yours, a telltale flush high on his cheekbones, spreading up to his ears. "I..." Xavier begins hoarsely, voice strained. “This is a first for me...”

In the midst of confusion over such a mind-blowing revelation, his hot mouth closes over your clit again and sucks HARD.

Panting, moaning, your senses spinning out of control as the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming, you blink at him in a daze of pure delight. With no hope of words if he keeps on, you reach for him and tug at his hair, trying to bring his eyes back to yours.

Gasping, you manage to force words past the desire clogging your throat, soft but laden with importance. "Me too," you admit to him, almost embarrassed to do so, somehow worried that this knowledge might scare him off. 

But Xavier's eyes just widen in shock, a myriad of emotions playing across his lovely features as your confession sinks in. Disbelief wars with elation, awe with relief, as he processes this precious gift of information.

“Wait... you..." His voice emerges rough with feeling, barely even there at all. Slowly, reverently, he crawls back up your body, settling between your splayed thighs without putting his full weight on you. Large, calloused hands cup your face gently, thumbs stroking your flushed cheeks.

“You’re saying that I would be...your first, too?" The question hangs in the charged air between you, practically trembling with scarcely contained emotion. Wonder colors Xavier’s tone, and he can’t help but feel that maybe this is the universe's way of making up for all the years of unrequited yearning and pain he’s suffered.

A hushed noise, desperate and needy, spills from Xavier as his mouth descends onto yours, swallowing down the breathy confirmation spilling from your lips. It's an intoxicating melody that drives him wild, a song he wants to hear over and over again.

Slowly, deliberately, his fingers continue their sinful torment, a tantalizing dance that's only purpose is to have you writhing and moaning beneath him as he catalogs each quiver, every cute little sound..

They trace maddeningly slow paths over your skin, turning your soft whimpers into full-fledged gasps of pleasure. The longer he does this, the louder you get, the more it fuels his confidence, his satisfaction.

Two long fingers steal through your slick folds and begin making lazy circles around your throbbing clit, the sensation sending shudders rippling through you. 

His thumb slides down to your entrance, circling and teasing. Then suddenly it thrusts inside, followed by a second finger, penetrating you deeply in a slow and torturous rhythm, testing your readiness. “Oh god..." he groans against your lips, feeling you spasm around him.

“So fucking tight…" With his thumb still hooked inside you, he presses upwards to massage your g-spot while his fingers fill you up perfectly. 

Your back arches off the plush carpet, head thrown back in ecstasy. Electric pleasure courses through every nerve ending, building to a crescendo with each perfect stroke.

"Yes, oh god yes!" you keen breathlessly, hips rolling wildly to meet his thrusts. The obscene squelch of your arousal fills the room as he works you skillfully towards your peak like he’s prepared for this moment his entire life. Every nerve ending is alight with blissful fire, muscles starting to quake and tighten.

Through half-lidded eyes glazed over with lust, you watch him work, drinking in the sight of this magnificent man coming undone for you. Sweat gleams on his brow, muscles straining as he holds himself back from simply fucking you into the ground.

On his own lust-fueled cloud, Xavier feels the tight, squeezing pull around his fingers, an unmistakable sign that you're giving in to the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“I can—I can feel it. Oh god, angel, you're—" The breath gets knocked out of him as pleasure sweeps over him, clouding his vision, fogging his thoughts as his cock pulsates, spilling hot seed between his thighs, filling up his boxers and soaking through his pajama pants.

The sight of him coming undone is just too much, your world shattering into a million tiny pieces. Throwing your head back with a silent scream, your pussy clamps down HARD on his pistoning fingers, fluttering wildly as wave after wave of mind-melting ecstasy consumes you. Clear fluid gushes out, soaking his hand and your inner thighs, trickling down to the rug beneath you.

The intensity of your climax, coupled with his talented fingers milking every last throbbing pulse of pleasure from you, leaves you drained and sobbing, the absolute sweetest sort of broken. Panting heavily, limbs jelly-like, you collapse back onto the carpet with a shuddering sigh.

His eyes catch yours again as you peek up at him sheepishly, mumbling an embarrassed apology, and immediately that trademark smile lights up his face. And the look in his eyes? Pure male pride and delight at the mess he's reduced you to, a satisfied grin curving his full lips as he shakes his head.

“Don't you dare apologize," Xavier murmurs firmly. "Never apologize for being perfect." 

And then he does something that blows your mind even more, if that's even possible. Ever-so-slowly, he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, parting his lips, letting you see the tip of his tongue snake out, tasting what belongs to him. His moan echoes yours.

Then he’s leaning in, tongue lapping at your messy slit with unrestrained hunger. He groans at the taste, relishing the evidence of your pleasure like the finest wine. Strong hands grasp your hips, holding you steady as he eats you like a starving man, determined not to waste a single drop. 

All thoughts of embarrassment scatter entirely as new tingles of arousal bloom under his relentless ministrations. The wet glide of his tongue drags along your sensitive folds, delving deep to lap at your clenching hole.

“Do it again," Xavier all but growls against your pussy, the vibrations stoking the growing flames. "Wanna taste it straight from the source this time."

He seals his lips around your throbbing clit and sucks HARD, two thick fingers plunging back into your sopping cunt.

Squealing in shock and ecstasy, your second climax crashes over you mere moments after the first. Back arching nearly painfully, you fist your hands in his hair, grinding yourself wildly against his hungry mouth.

Xavier is like a man possessed… greedy noises rumbling in his chest as he laps up your newest flood. The obscene slurping sounds fill the room, punctuated by your keening cries. He seems determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your shaking form.

Before you've even started to come down, he's already working you towards another peak. Fingers pump in and out rapidly, thumb curling just right to hit that magic spot inside you with every thrust. His tongue swirls and flicks mercilessly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, alternating between kittenish licks and powerful sucks.

"Too...much...oh god!" you babble incoherently, overwhelmed by the sheer onslaught of sensation. Drool leaks from the corner of your slack mouth as your brain short circuits from overstimulation. The pleasure is edged with a hint of pain, pushing you to your limits.

But he still just won’t stop… growing bolder, more demanding. Groaning into your pussy, he adds a third finger, stretching you deliciously. Barely registering his husky murmur of “need… to get you ready for me... Just a little more, I promise," cuts through the haze of blinding pleasure clouding your mind, and you can only whimper and moan helplessly. Your body is no longer your own, entirely at the mercy of Xavier's wicked mouth and fingers…

And gods, he plays you like perfectly, a willing instrument in his hands, coaxing out ecstasy with seemingly endless stamina. Sweat glistens on his brow, muscles flexing beautifully as he worships your quivering sex with single-minded focus.

“It’s just… you taste so good…" Xavier groans appreciatively, briefly releasing your swollen clit briefly. “Could feast on this pretty pussy for hours…” To punctuate his statement, he dives back in, lapping and suckling like a starving man.

His tongue delves deeper, spearing into your fluttering channel, fucking you open with filthy slurps. Then his fingers are slipping back in, pumping faster, harder, stretching you exquisitely as they curl over that magic bundle of nerves.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!" you keen wildly, much too far gone to care about volume or composure. The coil in your belly winds tighter, tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

Xavier still can't quite believe what's happening, his fingers buried deep in your slick heat as his lips and tongue continue their torturous assault. His name echoes around the room as a chant in response to his efforts, music he plans to listen to every goddamn night if he has anything to say about it.

He's aware that you're close again, cries and whimpers ripped from your throat like a desperate plea for salvation. And so he begins his final crescendo, pulling out all the stops for your finale. His tongue performs lazy, teasing circles around your throbbing clit while his fingers piston in and out in tandem with his lips. 

A particularly sharp nip catapults you over the edge into sheer ecstasy. Pleasure, pure and molten, sears through every nerve ending, your back bowing sharply off the floor as you come undone again with a ragged cry of his name.

With a triumphant groan of his own, Xavier follows suit, hips jerking erratically as he spills hot and heavy into his clothing.

As the waves of euphoria gradually ebb, leaving you limp and twitching in the aftermath, you sense rather than see him sit back on his haunches. His breathing is harsh and labored in the charged air between you. When you finally do manage to focus on his face, his expression makes your heart flutter—adoration mingled with possessive hunger, like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"I...we should probably..." he starts quietly, voice hoarse with exertion and residual need. "Maybe we should stop here tonight…” But even as he says it, there's clear reluctance underlying the words, his hands twitching with the urge to touch you further.

Blinking up at him dazedly, eyelids drooping from post-orgasmic bliss, you slowly shake your head in soft disagreement. The tenderness of his voice, that note of reluctance as he suggests stopping purely for your wellbeing, only makes you want him more.

Smirking softly, your body humming with contentment, you move to straddle his lap. Ruffling fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, your gaze softens as you take in his features. Cheeks flushed from pleasure and exertion, pupils dilated to near-black pools in a way that sets all your nerves alight… His lips are red and slightly parted, panting softly in the otherwise quiet room.

“I know you want more, Xavier…” you whisper playfully, half-teasing, but also completely sincere. "I can see it written all over your face.” One hand caresses down his jaw to his neck, urging him closer until you can claim his lips in a languid kiss.

Your fingertips trace delicate patterns along the strong column of his throat, savoring the rapid thrum of his pulse beneath the pads of your fingers. Breaking the kiss with a soft nip to his bottom lip, you pull back just enough to meet his smoldering gaze head-on, a mischievous glint dancing in your own.

“I know I want more,” you breathe out, the words sending shivers racing down your spine as you say them aloud. "I want to feel every thick inch of you inside me, filling me up until I'm stuffed full and aching from it…”

To emphasize your point, you roll your hips, grinding your slick folds along the prominent bulge tenting the front of his pajama pants. The fabric is already damp with his release, providing delicious friction against your sensitive flesh.

“And you're still so hard for me already," you purr approvingly, circling your hips in languid figure-eights. "Like your body knows exactly what it needs...what we need.”

Freeing his impressive length, you watch with hooded eyes as it springs forth, long and thick and so deliciously messy. A thrill of anticipation shoots through you at the sight, your inner walls clenching hungrily around nothing.

“I mean, we both knew that wasn't going to be enough, didn't we?" you murmur playfully, giving him a firm squeeze before sliding down his body and settling between his spread thighs.

“Not when we have all these pent-up desires finally coming to a head," you continue breathlessly, placing feather-light kisses along his length as you speak.

“And not when being with you is all I can even think about anymore…”

Peering up at him through lowered lashes, you maintain unwavering eye contact as you extend your tongue, circling it around the swollen head and flicking over the weeping slit teasingly. Your free hand splays out, mapping the chiseled planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles jump and flex beneath your palm.

“And you taste so good, Xavier…” you murmur with a pout, “you won't make me stop, will you?"

“No, of course I won't make you stop…" Xavier rasps, large hands coming to rest on either side of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, not pushing or pulling, but resting there like a promise and a plea all at once. 

“Not now, not ever," he promises, voice rough with barely restrained need. His cock twitches insistently against your cheek, begging for attention.

Emboldened by his desperate pleas, you part your lips and take him into the wet heat of your mouth inch by delicious inch. Your tongue swirls around his thick shaft as you sink lower, lips stretching obscenely around his considerable girth as you swallow him down. "Mmmph!" A muffled moan vibrates around his shaft as you begin to work him over with enthusiastic bobs and slurps.

“Fuck yeah… just like that sweet girl, take it all for me," Tears start streaming freely down your face as Xavier suddenly snaps over the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock and takes complete control, roughly fucking your throat with powerful thrusts of his hips. Drool escapes the seal of your stretched lips, dribbling messily down your chin to splatter on your bouncing breasts. The obscene sounds of his flesh slapping against yours fill the room, punctuated by your choked gasps and gurgles and Xavier’s own guttural groans of pleasure.

“Such a good girl, taking me so pretty on your knees like this,” he grunts, his fingers digging painfully into your scalp now as he uses you like his own personal doll, making you swallow his length over and over until you nearly choke on it.

Despite the intensity and roughness, there's a deep satisfaction burning within you at having such a powerful effect on him. His loss of control, the primal desperation in his touches and thrusts, it's like a drug—intoxicating and addictive.

With a final few forceful thrusts, Xavier reaches his breaking point. His body tenses, muscles locked as his balls draw up tight, fingers digging hard into your scalp as the first jet of his cum spurts into the back of your throat, hitting the reflex point that has you coughing and gagging. But he doesn't stop fucking your mouth, driving himself home again and again until he's milked himself dry.

Then, falling limp on the plush rug, completely spent and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, he pants loudly, his cock twitching against his stomach.

Raising himself up on an elbow, he gazes down at you with the softest expression. One hand reaches out to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he speaks, voice barely a murmur and laden with emotion. "I… I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks it like it's the most important question in the world, his anguish like a palpable thing in the air.

Drained and panting heavily, you take a moment to compose yourself before crawling languidly up the length of Xavier's trembling form. Straddling his hips, you grind your dripping core along his rapidly stiffening shaft, coating him in your slick arousal. “Never,” you breathe as you gaze into his eyes, pupils blown wide with renewed lust and emotion shining bright.

As you position yourself over Xavier, grasping his shaft and rubbing the broad head teasingly along your soaked slit, his hands come to rest on your hips, stilling your movements. "Wait, let me... " he says softly, blue eyes dark with affection and desire as he looks up at you.

In one smooth motion, he lifts you effortlessly, positioning you just above where he needs you most. Slowly, reverently, he begins to guide you downwards, the flared tip of his cock parting your dripping folds as he lowers you inch by excruciating inch. “That's it, just like that, angel. go slow... let me feel every bit of you taking me in," Xavier coaxes, voice low and heated as he watches your face intently, committing every fleeting expression of bliss to memory.

Halfway in, he bottoms out, his cock knocking right up against your cervix. For a few seconds, he simply stays still, his hands cradling your hips and his head falling back onto the floor with a soft sigh. Then he begins to move. Rocking your hips gently in sync with his so that each slow withdrawal drags a gasping moan from your lips, and each deep reentry has you throwing your head back with a sweet sob of pure rapture.

Lost in a haze of sensation, Xavier can’t even breathe as he revels in the exquisite feeling of your slick, velvety walls gripping him so tightly he can barely think past the pleasure.

Picking up the pace slightly, he rolls his hips, grinding against you as he pulls you down to meet each upward thrust. "So perfect," he groans brokenly, "taking me so well, like you were always meant to be filled by me." The dirty talk spills from his lips unbidden, his usual restraint shattered by the mind-melting pleasure of finally claiming you.

Soft, breathless praises fall from your kiss-swollen lips. "Mhmm, so good," you gasp out, tilting your hips to take him impossibly deeper. "So big, so hard inside me... stretching me so perfectly."

Moaning shamelessly, you drape yourself over his chest, peppering fervent kisses across his neck and jaw. "Made for me," you echo, nipping at his earlobe before sucking it between your teeth. 

Your back arches off the floor as Xavier suddenly flips your positions, looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Yep, all for you," he agrees breathlessly. Gripping your thighs, he pushes your knees toward your shoulders, spreading you open completely and slipping back inside you with a sharp snap of his hips. 

"Oh f-fuck yes!" you cry out, the new angle allowing him to hit impossibly deeper, stoking the inferno building low in your belly.

Xavier sets a relentless pace now, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he pounds into you. Each thrust rocks your entire body, breasts bouncing with the force. Panting harshly, he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, greedily swallowing your desperate mewls.

Breaking away, he peppers hot kisses along your jaw before nuzzling into your neck, inhaling your scent. “Say it," he whispers against your skin, hips never faltering in their merciless rhythm. “Tell me who you were made for… tell me… that you’re mine." Fingers wrap loosely around your throat as he gazes down at you, blue eyes blazing with need, silently begging for your affirmation.

Although each pounding thrust steals your breath away, you force your lips open and moan out the words that he so desperately needs to hear. "Yours, Xavier," you gasp out, "Only yours... Now and forever.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you arch up to meet him as he pistons into you. The slight pressure he applies on your throat sends an electrifying bolt of lust through your system, forcing a strangled moan from your lips.

"You're so hard... S-so deep inside me…" you whimper, your voice music to Xavier’s ears as it echoes around the room. 

“Mine,” he whispers against your throat, punctuating the word with a sharp nip to your pulse point. His hips stutter, losing some of their rhythm as he nears the edge. "A-angel, I'm not... Gonna last..." 

The words tumble from your lips in a breathless, urgent tumult. "Xavier, please..." your voice trembles on the edge of a sob. "Come inside me, please, please... I need it…”

At the sound of your needy, wanton pleas, something in Xavier snaps. With a hoarse shout of your name, he hilts himself fully inside you and stills, every muscle locked in place. Hot spurts of his release paint your inner walls as he pulses and throbs, pumping what feels like endless streams of his cum deep into your spasming cunt.

And with one final grunt, Xavier gives you the final shove you need, setting off a ripple effect that carries through your system, dragging you under with its force. You writhe beneath him, riding out the tide of ecstasy as he continues thrusting, almost brutally hard. "So good…" he grunts, eyes blissed out and unfocused as he takes your body in reckless abandon.

Just when you're sure you've rung every last drop of satisfaction from him, he’s flipping you onto your stomach, spreading your knees wide as he reinserts his half-hard cock, resuming right where he left off.

“I need more," he murmurs, hands grasping the firm globes of your ass, spreading them deliciously wide as he drags the velvet head along your slick, puffy folds before slamming home again.

“Oh… oh god, Xav-" your protest cuts off into a keening cry as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, his sudden aggression and dominance shocking and thrilling in equal measure. He seems insatiable… still so hard even after coming so many times, the wet squelch of his cock churning up his own release filling the air obscenely.

As another climax swiftly builds, you bury your face in the plush rug, whimpering and mewling shamelessly into the fibers. The dichotomy between his outward gentleness and the barely restrained beast within is borderline frightening in the best possible way.

A fresh surge of heat floods Xavier's chest as you arch against him, demanding he fucks you harder. His hips pull back until only the thick head of his cock remains nestled against your sopping cunt, before slamming home over and over again, the *thwump* of his pelvis smacking against the lush curves of your ass. The impact has ripples spreading outward, causing the muscles in your thighs and lower back to quiver as you come again.

But as the last of your tremors fade away, Xavier still refuses to let up for a single moment, instead driving into you harder, faster. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling back until your entire body is arched impossibly, offering yourself completely to his ravaging thrusts. The other snakes around to roughly palm your breast, thumb pinching and swirling the sensitive bud in an echo of the way his cock fucks into you.

"P-please," you whine brokenly, pushing your hips back even more to meet his increasingly erratic thrusts. Your brain feels fuzzy, overloaded with sensation as he wrenches your body into a bow, presenting yourself to him so wantonly. "I n-need... More..."

Drool leaks from the corner of your slack mouth as he uses you ruthlessly, his movements growing clumsier and more desperate by the second. Panting heavily, sweat-dampened strands of silver hair clinging to his forehead, Xavier keeps that same relentless pace as he pounds into you from behind with a reckless abandon that only hints at the barely restrained desire eating him alive from the inside.

His blunt nails dig crescent shapes into the soft plush of your ass as he spreads you wider, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper. Leaning over your arched back, he brings his lips close to your ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell as he breathes out, "Didn't think... I had this in me... but the way you look... sprawled out... taking everything I give you..." 

He punctuates his words with a low groan, sharply biting down on the junction of your shoulder and neck. "Mine..." The word slurs slightly, breath fanning your cheek in warm gusts. “Only mine... ruin you for anyone else... won't ever crave another's touch... just... just mine..." He promises in a heady mixture of boyish excitement, desperate adoration and dark satisfaction.

As dawn breaks, painting the sky in brilliant streaks of orange and pink, Xavier finally relents, pulling out of your thoroughly used hole with a wet pop. He scoops you up into his strong arms, carrying you bridal-style towards the car, pausing occasionally to pepper your face with tender kisses. Once home, the moment your apartment door closes behind you, he pins you face-down against the kitchen counter, kicking your legs apart impatiently.

“Can’t wait another second," he murmurs, grinding his stiffening length between your ass cheeks. "Need to... fill you up 'til it takes." Strong hands yank your pants down, baring your dripping folds to the cool air. Then he's pushing inside you again, stretching you open around his thick girth. "Missed this already... missed the feeling of you squeezing me..."

He continues his ruthless rhythm, kneading the tense muscles in your back with eager hands as his hips meet your pliant form with unrestrained aggression. One particularly forceful pump pushes you up onto the tips of your toes, eliciting a throaty cry from your parted lips. “So pretty like this... marked up... covered in my cum…”

All day and night, Xavier ravages your body with a seemingly insatiable hunger, bending and folding you in every imaginable way. On the bed, on the couch, even pressed up against the shower wall as steam fills the room, his hard cock never stops moving within you. Whenever you feel yourself starting to go limp with exhaustion, he seems to find a fresh surge of energy, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from your spent form.

As the second day bleeds into a third, with your body aching deliciously and your thighs painted with his copious releases, he finally succumbs to sheer physical depletion. Still nestled deep inside your fluttering walls, he collapses sideways, pulling you flush against his sweat-slicked chest. Mumbling incoherently into your hair, he manages to get out a drowsy "love you,” the words slurred and heavy with spent passion and emotion.

Curling protectively around your smaller form, he nuzzles into the nape of your neck, seeking your comforting scent and warmth. His breathing evens out, drifting into a deep, sated slumber, the steady thump of his heartbeat lulling you into peaceful rest within the shelter of his embrace.

[chosolar]

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈ when I'm with you

street racer sukuna x fem!reader

streetracer!sukuna is arrogant and cocky for a reason. he knows he's the best and no one can compare to him when it comes to being the fastest.

streetracer!sukuna has had a few run ins with the police here and there for speeding ofc and reckless driving, but he has enough money to pay off the tickets. the police have gotten so many complaints about him that they are on a first-name basis with him, but sukuna has always managed to get out of trouble with them

streetracer!sukuna may seem like the biggest fuckboy but finds hooking up and relationships to be a waste of time. he doesn't know why he has a reputation of being a fuckboy when he hasn't been with a lot of girls. why would he spend his money on flowers and date nights when he can use it to buy parts for his car?

streetracer!sukuna drives 2 different cars - the car he often uses for racing is his custom-wrapped burgundy red supra mk5, modded to the gods. the other one is his daily car, a black gt4 that is his baby. both of his cars are unique and anyone knows that the dark red supra is his.

streetracer!sukuna is wealthy enough as it is, but with all he races he's won, he's able to provide himself without his family's money. his parents wanted him to take over as he's the oldest but refused to do so, feeling that his calling in life was not being in suits and meetings all day. his parents aren't happy with the career he chose but they support him by giving him a huge monthly allowance.

streetracer!sukuna met you for the first time at a gala he was forced to go to in place of his father. he was getting annoyed of the other guests asking when he'll be working with his father over and over again so he took off to an empty part of the building, hoping to relax before he goes back in again. sukuna loosens tie and opens the door that leads to the balcony, not expecting to see a lady already there. "oh sorry I didn't know someone was here already."

"oh no don't worry, I was just about to leave," you reassure him and smiled. sukuna sighs and walks over to the spot beside you, resting his arms on the top of the balcony railing. "you don't have to leave. did you come out for a breather too?"

you nodded, "yeah a little. it's my first time going to a gala and I wasn't expecting it to be so..."

"snobby? pretentious? all of the above?" he butts in, his interruption earning a laugh from you. "yeah just a little."

both of you kept quiet for a bit when sukuna speaks up to introduce himself and you reciprocate the action. he's silently glad that you don't know him, either through his family or as the reckless street racer. he ended up staying with you longer than expected but he wanted to continue getting to know so he asks for your number before heading back to the gala.

streetracer!sukuna usually spends his friday and saturday nights driving around when he's not racing. usually he cruises with gojo and geto, but sometimes sukuna prefers the silence of being by himself. he's used to it now though, often choosing to race with no passengers compared to the other racers.

streetracer!sukuna finds himself wanting your company after meeting you at the gala. with races taking place at night, sukuna likes that he has the daytime to meet with you. whether that was picking you up from work or taking you out to a breakfast date, sukuna is always wanting to spend time with you somehow.

streetracer!sukuna is uncharacteristically bashful when you ask him about racing and his cars. he usually loves talking about it and always brags about his cars whenever he gets the chance but when it came to you, he has a hard time. (it's because he's worried you'll think he's living a dangerous and irresponsible life and if it was anyone else he wouldn't care but you're the first person whose opinion he cares about). he makes sure to only tells you half-truths when you question him about racing - yes he goes fast (and has crashed into road barriers), yes the police have stopped him a couple times (he's been arrested a couple of times but is released the day after). he cares about how you perceive him so he tries to not inform you of the dangers he experiences with the career he's in.

streetracer!sukuna usually drives fast but when you're in the passenger seat, he is not going any more than 10 above the speed limit. he's a professional racer so he's used to driving at high speeds but he doesn't want to risk anything with you in the car. sometimes you'll ask him to do a pull which he reluctantly agrees to, but he doesn't even try to reach the red line. he knows his cars well but he thinks about the off-chance that something could go wrong.

streetracer!sukuna is elated that you don't judge him for what he does for a living. he knows that it's a non-traditional job and it can be unstable but for sukuna, it's a lucrative occupation. he asks you often to come with him during races with a large prize because he says you're his lucky charm, he actually just wants to show off. ever since you got together, he's earned more than enough for the both of you to live very comfortably.

streetracer!sukuna only lets you drive his car. word spread around that someone that's not sukuna was in the driver's seat of his supra AND his gt4, and even some of the guys texted sukuna to see if it was true. he asked you first if he can tell them that you guys are together, and immediately said yes when you let him. to confirm everyone's suspicions, sukuna posts on his instagram a photo of his cars side by side with you sitting down on the hood of the gt4 posing cutely with the caption "everything I love". it's the only picture that he has pinned on his profile (yess we love a king who shows off his girl)

streetracer!sukuna is the epitome of gentle giant to you. everyone knows him as the intimidating tall racer who has a resting bitch face and does not like talking to anyone, but he's such a giant softie when he's with you. when you're beside him, all of a sudden he's smiling and doesn't look like he wants to murder someone. other racers only come up to sukuna when you're with him because you force sukuna to be nice and actually talk to them (they're thankful for you).

streetracer!sukuna is 2 words - THE CLINGIEST! because he races at night and when he hasn't seen you for a long time (1 day), he'll come over to your place and sleep over. he doesn't care if he has to drive to the other side of the city to do so, he wants to see you now. he gets grumpy if he doesn't feel you in his arms when he wakes up. mans just wants to wake up being cuddled and who can blame him

streetracer!sukuna was insanely nervous when he met your parents. he wasn't worried when you met his because he knew that they would love you (spoiler alert they do), but his palms were sweating when you said your parents wanted to meet him. he knows that his appearance is not the most conventional with his pink hair and tattoos all over his body, especially his face. he wanted to make a good impression so he opted to went to his mom to get help for his outfit and how to impress your parents. his mom thank you after he left because she never thought she'd see the day her son son would willingly wear a shirt with a collar.

streetracer!sukuna contemplates if he should stop racing when he misjudged the distance of the car when he was trying to take over and got into a really bad crash. he recovered quickly and is fine now, but the image of you crying at his bedside wouldn't leave his head. he knows you want to be supportive but he notices how hesitant you get when he tells you he has a race. he would do anything for you, even if it that means giving up his dream so that you could have a peace of mind.

streetracer!sukuna loves you unapologetically. he's never met anyone so encouraging and so patient with him, and he would be the world's biggest idiot if he fumbles you. he doesn't care if anyone calls him a simp for prioritizing you first above all else, he loves you too much to care about being name called. he knows you deserve the world and does his best to give you so, treating and spoiling you with whatever you desire. he's never going to let you go, and he doesn't care what anyone thinks because he knows that you're his endgame.

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I wanna make a smau for this but like idk if I should, what do you guys think? again, not proofread hehe

[nosyrobin]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 + 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑿 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹!𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⋆. 𐙚 ˚

pt.1 || pt.2

☆〜 what a smart child, a powerful child that is a god in their own world. The power to shift through realities, the power to make things shift to your own amusement. But what happens when this simple child, this child in elementary, shifts into a universe of violence, landing onto a soft bouncy house.

Giggling wildly, they hop off the bouncy house, ignoring the shock looks of parents as some kids at this assumed birthday party had their jaw drops. But this child didn’t care but to explore! And explore they did, they found themself in a place called bludhaven. A man with some kinda suit with black and blue appears the next minute behind the child.

“Hey kiddo, where’s your mommy or daddy?” His tone soft and gentle. Turning around, the child shrugs, use to them being randomly teleported due to their powers. “Don’t know. I want ice cream!” They point to an ice cream truck, accidentally changing the topic as they rush at it. Nightwing could only panic as he rushes over to this hyper child.

“Hey! Look both ways before crossing!” After the small heart attack, nightwing lets the child get on his back. Going to the police station to see if there is any records about this random child that had randomly made the one scoop ice cream into a three scoop.

After seeing there were no records of the child’s parents, or at least the child at most. Nightwing didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to give the small child up to foster care. Foster care isn’t the best option at times.

So….he took care of you. He made sure you didn’t know who he was. Dick started to take care of you like a father and an older brother. Not bothering to help you learn things you didn’t know before. But it was only for so long til he could keep the secret before you had found his suit in his closet. “Mr. Grayson!” Dick turns around with a smile. “Yes kid—” immediately drops the pan that held pancakes as you held the Nightwing costume.

“Hero! You’re a herooo!!” Your eyes widen as you put it down gently with small pats. “I wanna be one!” Dick puts the pancakes up with the pan and picks you up, shaking his head no with worry. “No! No! You are too young, and you still are in 3rd grade. You can’t just be a superhero” you pouted as you pointed to the pancakes which transformed into blueberry waffles.

“But.. I wanna help people.” Dick has learned about your powers since you turned broccoli into a chicken sandwich. “Yeah… but it’s not worth it. Believe me.” Haley barks at her owner, staring at him with those big eyes of hers. “But Haley goes out on missions with you!” Dick’s eyes widen as he sits you down.

“You know I went on missions!?” Pouting, you huff. “How can Haley go but I can’t?” “Cause you have school!” “Not on weekends!” The argument you both had left some heavy air for a few days. Mostly cause of your stubbornness, you held a grudge, and when you hold a grudge. You hold one. You reminded him of his younger brother, Damian.

Dick tried everything to get you to forgive him, as such as; ice cream, plushies, movie tickets to the new paw patrol movie. Hell even the newish SpongeBob movie.

Okay now you did talk to him and cling to him like you usual do. But that ended right after the movie ended. Then finally, you’ve won as dick had Bruce clutch in and made you a suit. The suit was very cute with pastel colors due to your love with sparkles. You even named yourself the “Sparkler”, but who knows how long that name will last when you get older.

Yes, dick intends to take care of you to the point you grow old enough to move out. He’s practically the only family you got… in his point of view not knowing you have an actual family out of this reality. But he feels like he actually has his own family, sure he has one with the batfamily. But with you around and your childish antics, he felt.. calm.

As if you were his charge. And he loves it. It’s been months, almost a year since you’ve been here and he would go to any rehearsal you have if you join anything. Hell, he was so happy to hear you call him dad at least. Not dick, not Mr. Grayson.

But dad.

You both already created such a family bond that Bruce even sees you as his grandchild. And his brothers see you as their [nephew/neice]. Damian even gifted you a tiny sword, and dick snatched it away the minute you started swinging it around.

But eitherless, you had fun with your parental figure! That was still a sparkly patrol arrived out of no where.

You were coloring as Dick was in the kitchen cooking your favorite meal, you turned at the portal, not interested as you only rolled your eyes. It was just some portal that would appear when your time limit in a reality has passed. But you loved staying here! Dick was better than your own parents at your own world… but you guess the portal said otherwise.

The portal made a weird noise, like it was growling as it started to suck in everything in your room. Eyes widen, you get up, ready to run. “Dad! Dad!” You yelled for him, the portal started to suck in the plushies like a black hole. You dodged some things that could’ve hit your head.

You were so close to the door! But then the portal got angry, starting to gulp in everything. Dick, who heard a loud scream, dropped whatever he had in his hands when he heared your scream. Haley was ready too as she followed her owner to the room of his beloved child.

But he was too late.. the room was empty of everything. Including you. The blue eyed male dropped to the floor, Haley whines, trying to sniff around. You were gone, your scream echoed in his head.

He was late… late.. late….

Late……

He felt broken. He couldn’t save you from whatever happened…..

Where did you even go?

☆

Mark was flying through the sky, patrolling the city bored as he frowned. “God this is more boring than usual…” then he gets hit with a flying child that fell from a sparkly portal.

Mark grunts as he held you tight to his body, not wasting time or fly to a safe spot. He would’ve thought you would be shaking, scared, crying. You looked no older than 8 or at least 9, yet you had such a soft look on your face along with nonchalance.

“Well that was fun!” You exclaimed as you jumped excitedly. “H-how..? What the…. Are you okay?!” Thoughts was running through his head, a kid, much younger than his half brother was standing infront of him, dusting themself off as if they weren’t close to even dying!? “Oh me? I’m fine! But i need to back to my dad.” You looked around the place that you landed by with this hero.

Seeing no sparkly portal, you frowned. You felt sad, usually you didn’t feel this sad when going through another universe or whatever they are called. Mark looks at you confused, “Hey uhm, buddy? What are you looking for?” He questions as he tries to gentle his voice. “Portal with sparkles! It’s my way back to my dad!” You grabbed mark’s hand. “You’ll help me right?”

Mark didn’t know if he wanted to, he should! Of course he should! But the way you aren’t worried about falling from the sky, yapping about some kind of sparkly portal, and you’re a child. This could ring into trouble. But you look so innocent, and scared.

“Listen, what does your dad look like?”

“Well he has black hair, blue eyes, and he has dimples.” You pointed to both side of your cheeks to make it seem like dimples. Doing so, mark almost laughed at how adorable you seemed. Okay maybe you weren’t trouble, but you definitely were lost.

“Alright, let’s find your dad.” He picks you up, having you smile thinking that maybe he could get someone to have you into the place you were in before…

TO BE CONTINUED

[mourndust]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ safe heaven.

side notes — basically after she's injured she has nowhere to go but your place. ex!girlfriend sevika, i always see fics where she's is a psycho ex but i actually think sevika is a lone wolf turned puppy when her heart melts, take it or leave it.

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18+ mdni, men go away, thigh grinding, titty love, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation/dumbification blink and miss it, ass play, spit, there are descriptions of a 'wound', but i'm no doctor sorry if you are.

it’s not fair she’s so into you.

makes her weak cause she has to surrender to you in the end, no choices allowed cause she knows, deep down, it's not going to stop as much as she'd like it to. not when you're grinding on her leg like that, when you're coating her skin with your arousal so deliberately, you make her look down just to find out the wet splotch in your underwear getting bigger and bigger with each roll of your hips, the moans filling the air of your living room — sevika has no use but to let you get off from something so simple as riding her thigh, mainly ‘cause it's a personal need too.

"you're takin' good care of me, aren't you sweet girl?" now usually, she does a better work staying away from you, avoiding you as much as it's possible; but it gets difficult when she knocks on your door at three in the morning, bleeding out and capable of tossing her pride aside in no time, whatever cost it may bring. "lift up your shirt and let me see those pretty tits, i deserve to see more of my girl."

well fuck, when did it get so personal?

must be when you have told her not to come near your street several times, a non-spoken rule she respects until she has nowhere to go, opening the door so damn mad she thought you were going to kick her out for a second cause she can help but be a damn flirt around you, leaning into the wall even when she's bleeding — seeking for your attention.

it's always like that when she gets too attached to someone, as much as she tries to avoid it she ends ups carrying them too close to her heart: silco in the moment, crazy ass jinx, that damn kid who’s always following, she gives loyalty like dog, so it's suffocating. cause you don't kick her out like she secretly wishes to, but instead, you push her inside, helping her walk to your sofa as you kneel between her legs, bitching about not being a doctor, about not being able to help her as you look at the cut closely.

and sevika knows she shouldn't have come to see you cause you look so damn inviting it's annoying, alluring with those big eyes you give as you look up to her, the concentrated face as your fingers shake over her skin, helping her out like she asks you to, shivering under her words of encouragement when you're sewing her skin back together after five minutes of pure whining.

it’s safe to say it slowly consumes her, your breathing against her sore skin. does things for her, half delirious for the amount of times she's been trying to excuse herself by saying she's dizzy from blood loss, a fucking lie you can tell already — “stay there for a while” she asks when you finish, cupping your face in the palm of her flesh hand, thumb rubbing against your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips afterwards "there's not a single thing you do wrong huh? not even stitch me up on a lonely friday night."

“what are you doing?”

“you know damn well what i’m doing, bunny. i miss you," everything's so fast after that, her voice is husky as she speaks, playing with the strands of your hair, twirling it in her index finger, relishing the sensation of you close to her once again — "i miss you. fuck i miss you so much it's burning me alive."

it's an old habit, it's enough to make you crumble cause you're allowing her to make you sit on her leg, gasping as the cold metal of her mechanic arm holds you down while the other caress your side without a rush: she has nowhere to be but there, with you on her lap.

you'd like to be difficult now, play hard to get even, but it's so right in the moment, like you've been craving it for weeks you don’t dare to say a single word — "you're going to pull out your stitches like that" you mutter instead, voice raspy when she's moving your hair to the side, sucking on the skin of your neck until she's sure it will leave a mark behind, reminders of all being real. "sev-"

"i can handle pain, i don't care" sevika fully believes it, squeezing the skin of your waist. she missed having you like that — "don’t make up excuses, just tell me to stop. tell me if you want me to leave, cause i won’t do it on my own."

it’s tempting, yet you cannot say it as you stare at her, at her gray eyes, the new haircut and the blueish scar in her cheek: you want her there. "you’re injured, you’re not going anywhere like that."

“no,” she shakes her head in denial, not quite the answer she expected to hear — “tell me you want me to stay cause you want me to, not because of a wound. because you miss me too.”

greedy bitch. she’s enjoying every second of it, knowing damn well she got you under her skin already, that she can get out a response from you every time she puts a finger on your skin. “you know i miss you."

fuck her pride. fuck anything else but the taste of your lips, the sounds you make when you enjoy something too much muffled against sevika’s hungry cavity. it’s almost feverish as her tongue rolls inside your mouth, squeezing your cheeks as she stoles the air from your lungs, your heart racing by the seconds.

that’s how you got to that point at least, cause she's kissing you dumb for a moment and the next one she's holding your ass with a tight grip, pushing you against her just to make you remind her about her stitches, her recent wounded state, but in all honesty she's not really listening to any bitching, no; sevika's deeply lost in her senses, the sight of you getting messier with each one of her kisses, the scent of the bubble-gum induced taste in your mouth mixing up with her own saliva — the engulfed moans that somehow makes you look needier than you already are.

and you're not telling her to leave, not receiving any complain as her flesh hand tugs on the fabric of your shirt like a fair warning that you already know what it means, you're not being rational cause you miss her deeply, so much time needing her you cannot help but give in, even when you'd call yourself insane sooner or later.

"i miss you," it's like a poem sevika wishes to hear over and over again, how you, very much like her, are being thrown at a constant state of aching. "i miss you a lot, and it's not fair. keeping me around like this-"

your hand rest over the stitches you covered with gauze, and fuck, she must be damn tripping, cause you're straddling her lap, shirt riding over your stomach giving her the damn royal treatment and you have the decency of being careful with her, gentle.

no. she does not want to be in love, not ever again, but she's betrayed once again as her silent big heart is choking because she's seeing you again, falling apart like you used to, taking the privilege of something so private for herself, surrendering to an act of pure war and love cause that's what she came for in the first place, you.

"don't move. i can do it for us both," do you have any idea of how difficult it gets for her? with you speaking like that? "please. don't bleed out on my couch. need you alive tomorrow, don't move much."

"you're takin' good care of me, aren't you sweet girl?" — your hips began to move against her tight and it's like you want to show her how much you love grinding on her leg like a fucking puppy, how you missed the pleasure she can only bring, how you been missing her."lift up your shirt and let me see those pretty tits, i deserve to see more of my girl."

she lights the cigarette you were smoking cause she don't want to piss you off, enjoying the simple pleasures of life cause she loves it when you take control, giving you space to remove your shirt only to let her see you fully, the sweat going down your skin, the movements in your waist as you try to ride her better.

hell of a show.

and even as you try to muffle your moans, it's pretty impossible when your underwear sticks to your pussy cause of the stupid amount of arousal that now stains the fabric, the constant contact with her pants that being so sensitive makes you docile, compliant to any of her wishes, the hungry look she gives you comfortably seated, the weight of sevika's gaze traveling from your half lidded eyes down your chest until between your legs, a triumph half-smile on her lips as as the smell of your apple tobacco fills the air.

"you're dripping in my pants baby, can't wait f'me to take them off?" she asks, and her fingers create this line as they touch from your neck to your mount, stopping over your breasts, kneading them in her whole hand — "can't be this wet just for riding me bunny, i haven't even touched you yet. do you miss me that much ma'? miss being my pretty whore?"

she knows where to touch, where to kiss as if she forgot about the damn pain in her sore muscles, like the entire world narrows down to you. the cigarette consumes on the ashtray as she leans to suck on your already hard nipples, tongue roaming from one to another, tugging and biting at her will before you make her breathing hitch on her throat — "stay with me tonight."

it's a bad idea, but your hand guides hers down to your cunt and it's physically impossible for sevika to say no to you, deny your wishes cause she's so down to give you whatever you need, an invitation that makes her chest full of pride as she makes your underwear to the side, quickly coating them with clear gush as they slide between your soaked folds.

"vika-" whatever you might say dies in your tongue, gets lost in the air as two fingers come up to your swollen clit, sensitive already against her touches that do not go past the necessary, a back and forth motion that pushes you tantalizingly close to the edge — "baby."

"want to you feel you through my pants," your hole is clenching around nothing, forcing you to move as her mechanic hand shoves you against her leg. "be good and cum all over your pretty underwear."

your body shakes involuntarily, cause it only takes her muscular thigh, dirty words and her fingers on your clit to make you act up all desperate, a loud moan escaping your lips when finally reach your much desired peak, watching in awe how you disintegrate for a moment and everything seems to become meaningless.

"i cannot touch you with these on," sevika mutters seconds after, not close to having enough as she pulls on the string of your soaked underwear, unusable now as she makes you stand between her legs before she's all over you, struggling to keep the hands to herself as she hugs you, gripping the curve of your ass to pull you against her, face resting right over your waist as your hand caress the black strands of her recently trimmed hair.

you’ve heard it before, the advice you tend to ignore: she’s no good for you, she's no good for you as she makes you turn around, coaxing you with praises only to have you bend right over the waist, when she makes your underwear fall to the ground and you're leaning to bare yourself to her eyes only.

and it makes sevika salivate, needy at it's worst when she can notice your wet folds, the way you're dripping down, creamy white right in your untouched hole, messy and asking for more. your clit’s already puffy, pushing her to just touch, make you beg for more so she's weak, weak as keeps you there, showing your ass like it was all her's to take, warm and pliant as she plunges two fingers inside your needy cunt, slowly making room for her thick digits until she’s stretching you open.

your legs shake as sevika's fingers sink inside, and she's so eager to see, the zaunite finds herself moving to have a better view of the traces of your already wet cunt sticking to her hand, of your pussy already twitching, sucking her back in.

"look at this" the woman trails off, drunk on the sight of you spread in front of her eyes, the bliss when you're looking at her from over your shoulder with a cheeky smile that will stick on her memory — "makin' space for me s'good bunny, can you hear that? the sounds of your cunt taking me perfectly?"

there's no time for answering cause sevika's taking, too high on you, on the reactions of your body as she spreads you open, kissing on your ass cheeks before her face's there and her tongue is pushing against your pucker hole, gathering a good amount of saliva to spit on it.

"mmf-please," you loudly whine "m'gonna cum-"

sevika wants the moment to linger, make you cum over and over again but she cannot stop when she's seeing the transparent color of her saliva mix up with your arousal as her fingers fucked you at a much faster pace now. her nose darts against your skin, and she has to help you stand when she's licking your rear so eagerly, circling the ring, teasing you with focused licks, pushing dangerously against your tight hole.

and the sight of it is nasty, blush creeps upon your neck as her mechanic arm grabs your hand to place it in your back, the slam of her own fingers almost irritating her as they make you move forward with each thrust, far from her mouth.

sevika’s oblivious for a second. it's not her fault either way, cause you cum right in her fingers, panting out your ex-girlfriend's name as your body goes limp and she has to take you right in her arms cause you cannot seem to hold your own weight.

it’s imposible to think about the stitches, and more importantly — about the fact that she cannot stay by any means. no when you're always better off without her in the picture.

could it get any better in her safe heaven?

[lustspren]

D.A | HERicane

Male reader x Isa, Shuhua, Rei

Special guest(s): Jiheon, Yoon, Seeun

word count: 27.1k words

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“Bro, you’d think with a fucking 24-core i9 and 32GB of ram this crap would render fast, but no!” you said exasperatedly, staring at your computer’s main screen. You were trying to render a highlight video from your past stream playing Subnautica to upload to your YouTube channel.

“Uhm, did you try changing the codec?” asked Genbu, one of your mods and main helper for basically everything behind the scenes. You were talking to him on your Discord channel, and you had Nine Inch Nails’ Heresy playing at low volume in the background. “The other option is to render it at 2K instead of 4K.”

“I refuse,” you replied. “I’ve been trying all afternoon; I’m not picking up the cable now.”

Your studio was relatively quiet, so you could hear the door open behind you.

"Give me a second mate," you said, muting yourself to take off your headphones and hang them around your neck. Turning around, you saw Lee Chaeyoung—now black-haired—walking towards you, dressed in one of your hoodies and baggy sweatpants. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Isa was going to stay with you for a couple of days, since she had free space in her schedule. She had arrived that day in the morning, and wanted to stay for about three more days. You were happy about it, because since you met her two months ago, she, Sully and you had spent enough time together to become very good 'friends'.

The relationship between her and you was quite different from hers with Sully. With Sully she was a sweetheart, she treated her as you could treat her: like a fragile princess who deserves nothing but care, love and tenderness. With you she was also a sugar nougat, but she also let out her saucier and bolder side more often; except when you were in bed, then she was always a monster.

"Guess what!" she said with a grin, happily skipping up to stand behind you. "Minnie-sunbaenim invited me to a party!"

"Oh, really?" you raised your eyebrows, and turned your chair to face her. "That's great, where?"

"It says Yongin-si here," Isa replied, sitting on the left side of your lap as she looked at her phone. "I don't remember where that is."

"Far," you said, wrapping your left arm around her body. "It's like an hour drive. Do you want me to take you there?"

"Ah, I don't just need you to take me," she lowered the phone and looked at you with a smile. "You'll go with me!"

You stared at her in silence, blinking a few more times than usual.

"They invited you, not me."

"But it says here that I can bring a companion! Chararan!" She showed you the invitation on her phone, and she wasn't lying. "And you'll be mine."

"I mean, okay," you shrugged. "But are you sure? What kind of people will be there?"

"Only idols from what I understand, and there will be private security in the neighborhood."

"Damn, they spared no expense."

"I got your yes then?" Isa leaned closer to you and made eyes at you, making her eyelashes flutter.

"Yeah, why not. What's the dress code?"

"Elegant, or just black. We'll look amazing!" She grinned from ear to ear, giving you the smile as always.

“I always look amazing,” you winked at her and patted her thigh with your right hand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m busy, sweetheart.”

“Are we still making dinner together?” Isa asked, standing up.

“I promised I would,” you nodded, and blew her a peck.

“Alright!” she smiled, and blew you a peck back. “I’ll be in the living room.”

“Got it!”

When Isa left your studio you turned around, unmuted yourself, and put your headphones back on, already thinking about what you were going to wear tomorrow and looking forward to what was going to happen. Being around idols was already a habit for you since you accompanied Sully to music shows often, but this was going to be different. At a party those idols wouldn't be idols, they would be normal people like you, and therefore they wouldn't behave like they might in front of their managers or the public staff. How could you miss that?

"Ezio?" Genbu said.

"Hm?"

"You didn't mute yourself, dumbass," he said. "Be thankful I don't know Korean, but now I know you have a girlfriend. What 's her name?"

You slapped your forehead. What a fucking retard.

"First of all she's not my girlfriend," you sighed. "And second I can't tell you that."

"Why not? Is she famous?"

"She's famous here."

"Alright, fair enough. Just be careful that that doesn't happen to you in the middle of a stream, dumbass."

"You don't have to say it twice," you sighed after getting over the shock.

THE NEXT DAY

“Do you guys have any idea how many people are going?” you asked, looking at the highway. You were already in Seongnam, halfway to Yongin and about 25 minutes away.

“Not a clue,” Isa replied in the passenger seat. She was using the overhead mirror to touch up her makeup. “I know Ryujinie and Yeji unnie are going.”

“Well, familiar faces at least,” you said.

“You know them?” Isa asked.

“Just formal greetings and a few exchanges of words thanks to Sully.”

“I know there are IVE girls going, I don’t know who, but that’s what Jiwoonie told me,” Yoon said in the backseat, between you and Isa’s seat, Seeun on her right side, looking out the window. They had gone to your apartment to get ready and leave with you two. The rest of the girls had been invited as well, but all three were occupied.

"I don't talk to anyone actively so I have no idea either," Seeun said. "I'm fine with you three tho, so don't leave me alone."

"Any expectations?" The highway was clear at that time of night, so you took the liberty of turning to look at Isa. She looked stunning in the dress she'd picked out, and the choker she wore around her neck was a perfect addition.

Isa gave you a mischievous sidelong glance and giggled.

"I have a couple, but if I say them then they won't come true," she said, touching up her lipstick.

"And what about you two back there?" you asked, and glanced at them in the rearview mirror. "Not dying?"

"That's optional," Seeun replied.

"Hey!" Yoon tapped her leg, making Seeun laugh. "What are you saying?"

"I'm just kidding!" Seeun said. "No, I don't have any expectations. I want to be surprised."

"That's better!"

"What about you, oppa?" Isa asked you, placing a hand on your thigh. "You look like quite the casanova today. You might flutter a few hearts."

"I just want to see people make fools of themselves, it's always fun," you said, taking a detour on the highway and then a curve to the right. "Anything beyond that is welcome."

"Anything? That word is dangerous; it implies a lot of things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"I don't know. A lot of girls might see you as a good snack. I would."

"I don't think you're particularly a good role model."

"And I'm not. But I have excellent taste, just so you know."

"Hey, do you want us to get off and take a cab or what?" Yoon asked. "We're right here."

"We should kiss and make them uncomfortable," Seeun said.

"I'd pay to see that," you said. "It's not a threat."

"Aniyo!" Yoon refused. "I don't have enough alcohol on me yet."

"Alcohol?" Seeun chuckled. "You don't need alcohol to do that."

"Unnie!!" Yoon shrieked. "Shut up!"

"I think we should be the ones getting off," you said to Isa. "Those two are going through marital problems."

"Nah, at the party they'll learn to value each other," she replied. "You'll see."

Yoon and Seeun spent the entire remaining drive arguing and teasing each other like a married couple. You and Isa had to resort to the classic of playing music louder than them, and you opted for a little mix of songs of your choosing and hers.

When you arrived in Yongin-si you realized why they had chosen to have the party in that city. The location took you to a neighborhood under construction in the hills, with rather few finished houses and a residential presence still too low for there to be complaints about the various security outposts you saw as you drove uphill and around corners.

It was practically impossible to go wrong with the house, because the only one with more than one car parked outside and security in the doorway was the one right on your right as you pulled up on the opposite sidewalk, halfway uphill. The house was beautiful: two stories, built of concrete with wooden details and surrounded by a sturdy wall that guaranteed your privacy.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun," you said, turning off the car and looking at a few people already filing in. You recognized only a few: Ryujin, Yeji, EXO's Kai and Wendy. You couldn't see the rest of them's faces. "All the big shots are here."

"Wah, I can't believe I'm more nervous than you," Yoon said, waiting for Seeun to open her door even though she could just move to the left and use the other one. "And I've been around them more than you."

"It's about having self-confidence," you said as you all got out, to look at her over the roof of the car. "You look stunning. We all do, actually."

And you weren't just saying that for no reason. Yoon was wearing a short dress similar to Isa's, with a loose skirt and lace straps, with the particularity of the high black stockings that she wore up to above her knees. Seeun—who had taken it quite seriously—on the other hand, shone with the set of jewels hanging from her neck and shoulders that covered her entire collarbone, with her short dress fitted at the level of her abdomen by another jeweled belt and semi-transparent gloves with small shiny stones. And you, for your part, had opted for black trousers, Prada brushed leather derby shoes, a tucked turtleneck sweater and a Burberry wool and cowhide jacket, with cotton gloves as accessories and a silver cross necklace.

"That doesn't reassure me!" Yoon replied, already crossing the street with slow steps with Seeun. "I still can't believe that a girl I admire so much invited me to her party."

"Well, get over it because I don't want you to be starstruck all night," Isa said, linking arms with you as you all crossed the street to the doorway. "You're one of the best vocalists of our generation! Act like it!"

"Ahhh!" Yoon squealed, overwhelmed, until Seeun put her hand over her mouth as she had drawn more than one glance at her.

Looking around, you noticed more and more familiar faces, with special attention paid to all the girls from Fromis who had attended except Saerom. They all looked gorgeous, but the one who caught your attention was Jiheon, who showed off those long, perfect legs better than everyone else there in that short dress. You and she made discreet eye contact for a few seconds, until she looked away and you looked forward again.

"Stop yelling!" Seeun scolded her as you all walked towards the doorway. "You're embarrassing me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Yoon lowered her head, staying close to Seeun and almost hiding behind her. "I'm just really nervous."

"First and last name?" one of the security guards asked you under the gate that led into the house.

"Lee Chaeyoung and Ezio Leone," Isa said beside you. The security guard checked in a moment and stepped aside. "Thank you!"

As you passed, you turned right, and went through the main entrance to get straight to the living room. The house itself wasn't too big, since with barely twenty people the living room could already be crowded, but the lack of space down there was made up for by how huge the outside yard was, so there wasn’t gonna be any space problems. At least at that moment, because more and more people were arriving.

"Chaeyoungie!" you heard someone call from somewhere. Seconds later, Ryujin stepped out from between two people, smiling widely at Isa. “Hi!”

“Unnie!” Isa said, letting go of your arm to go hug her. Yoon and Seeun came up behind you. “It’s good to see you!”

“Same here,” Ryujin looked over her shoulder at Yoon and Seeun. “Hi, girls!”

“Hi!” the two greeted.

Ryujin stepped away from Isa and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“And you? New STAYC member or what?” she asked you.

“Nah, I auditioned but they rejected me,” you replied. The girls laughed.

“Aw, too bad Sullyoonie isn’t here,” Ryujin pouted. “The tour date was unfortunate.”

“Yeah I wish she was here too,” you sighed. “But hey, I’ll send her your regards.”

“You better, although I’ll probably see her in the JYP building first than you,” Ryujin gave you one last up and down look before looking at Isa. “Why don’t we go say hello to the hostess? She’s over there.”

“Oh gosh,” you heard Yoon say from behind. She was a huge G-IDLE fan, you understood why she was getting nervous. “Ah ottoke! Can I be rude and not say hello to her?”

“No way!” Seeun scolded her, as you all walked outside. “Sim Jayun, start calming down!”

Ryujin led you outside. Minnie stood in the center of the yard, surrounded by a small circle of people who came up to greet her and then dispersed into small groups that spread out all over the place. Soyeon orbited around her, more mobile and active than her groupmate as she performed the same function. You approached them together, with Ryujin and Isa in the lead.

“Mincha!” Ryujin called, catching Minnie’s attention. “Guess who’s here!”

“Oh finally!” Minnie beamed from ear to ear, taking quick steps to hug Isa. “How are you, sweetie?”

“Wonderful, unnie!” Isa replied, hugging back. “Wah, the three of us haven’t gotten together in a while. Only Chaeyonie is missing.”

“I know, right?” Minnie pouted. “It would’ve been nice if all the Beast girls were together again.”

“Well, three of us is better than none,” Ryujin said, then pointed a thumb at Yoon. “Oh, by the way, Yoon-ssi is a big fan of yours.”

Yoon didn't know which rock to duck under or which bush to hide in. You had to put a hand on her waist and give her a little push forward to get her to talk to Minnie.

"U-um... um," Yoon stuttered, staring at Minnie as if she wasn't real. "Y-yeah! Thank you for inviting me, unnie! Well, us!" she gave her several small bows.

"Ani ani," Minnie shook her head, and took Yoon's hands, caressing the backs like a proud mother. "It's my pleasure. I admire you all so much."

"Oh," Yoon was perplexed for a moment. "Thank you, thank you so much unnie!" more bows, making you all giggle.

Minnie also greeted Seeun, who took it a bit more calmly and was sweeter to her, and then looked at you.

"And you?" she asked. "I don't want to sound rude, but you don't look like you're from around here, dear."

"Because I'm not," you said with a giggle, and held out a hand to shake. "I'm Ezio, it's a pleasure."

"Ezio?" Minnie raised an eyebrow, switching to English. "Italian?"

"A bit obvious, I guess," you shrugged, answering her in English as well.

"A bit far from home, huh?" Minnie said, finally shaking your hand. "Vacation?"

"Oh, no," you shook your head. "I've been living here for a year and a half."

"Oh wow, and how's it been?"

"Pretty much great, no complaints so far."

"I think I can guess why," Minnie smiled, shifting her gaze to Isa. "Cute Italian boyfriend huh? You have good taste," she switched back to Korean.

"Well, he's not..." Isa giggled. "He's not exactly..."

"He's not your boyfriend?"

"I mean, kind of but..."

You looked at Isa, narrowed you eyes and shook your head, signaling her not to beat herself up trying to explain.

"Ah well, yes, he is," Isa said, giving up.

Minnie took a moment to look at the two of you, only to chuckle at the end. You couldn't be sure if she knew, but she definitely knew.

"No, I get it now, don't worry," she said, and gave you all a look. "Anyway, make yourselves at home, darlings. Drink, eat, and enjoy whatever you want."

You and the girls said goodbye to Minnie, and walked back with Ryujin inside the house. Inside you went to the kitchen, looking to pour yourselves your first drinks of the night. There were bottles of everything on the counters and in the cupboards, from the cheapest sojus to wines that cost upwards of 4 figures, and you opted for a drink of white rum, soda and lime juice.

Ryujin stayed chatting with you for a little while on the deck area where the dining room was, until Yeji came over and took her away to hang out with Karina, Winter and Ning. You stayed there, seeing how the yard was as populated as the house inside. It wasn't the first time you saw many of these people, but it was still fun to see them behave in a sterile environment, without annoying managers telling them what to do or not. People without masks to hide behind, basically. Lovely.

A half hour later things were still calm, with nothing to be noticed above the thumping music and the usual chatter everywhere.

Until the devil appeared in the form of a small woman, with a tray of vodka shots that she was handing out around the yard to warm people up and cause laughter. You thought that being inside would get you off the hook, but her next destination happened to be right where you were.

"Hey! You thought I'd forget about you all?" Yeh Shuhua asked, entering the dining room through the front entrance, to leave the tray of shots on the table around which you were sitting. "No way! Drink up!" she said with a mischievous little smile, and then blew a kiss to Isa with her hand. "Hello unnie! Hello girls!"

"Wasn't there a healthier way to come up here and say hello?" Isa giggled, grabbing a shot to drink. You and Seeun did the same without a word, but Yoon made a hilarious face of disgust that made you both laugh.

"Aniyo! The faster people get drunk, the faster I can make fun of them," Shuhua said, and in a very smooth manner she leaned her hand on the back of your chair to look at you. "Oh, hello handsome."

You, who were drinking from your glass, looked up seconds later, not realizing she was talking to you. She left you mesmerized for a few seconds by how hot she looked, with that long-sleeved top with bare shoulders and bell-shaped sleeves, and those flared pants that highlighted her meaty thighs.

"Hello," you said, giving her a rather intentional look up and down. "How are you doing?"

"Not so good a moment ago," Shuhua said. Her gaze swept over you as yours did over hers. "But much better now."

"I see," you nodded slowly, and pointed to the tray of drinks. "You haven't had a shot yet, what are you waiting for?"

Shuhua chuckled with a smile, and leaned against the table to grab a shot so you could see how hot her arched back looked. She downed the shot like vodka was water, and set the empty glass in front of you with a loud tap, her defiant eyes on you.

"Done, sweetie," she said, one hand on her hip. "I'm Shuhua, by the way. But my name is whatever you want it to be."

You gave her a sly smile. Well, that was going to be an interesting night.

"I'm Ezio, cutie," you extended your hand, and Shuhua shook it. "Do you have anywhere else to be?"

"You want me to?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, I think you'll be just fine here," you said, and offered her the empty chair right next to you.

“Then it’s done,” Shuhua gave you one last glance before sitting down on the chair you offered her and looking at the girls, who were chattering amongst themselves. “Hey! Which of the three of you did he come with?”

“Oh, with me,” Isa said, turning to look at her. “Why?”

Shuhua gently bit her bottom lip, smiled, and took your glass from you to drink from it. She kept it for a moment.

“Nothing in particular,” she replied. “Curiosity.”

“And why do you look like you’re up to something?” Isa asked, and sipped on her drink, a mix of vodka, orange juice, and cranberry juice.

“I always look that way!” Shuhua took another sip of your drink. You just stared at her to see how far she would go without returning it. “I’m not up to anything!”

“Allow me not to believe you.”

“I really don’t!” Shuhua protested, still holding your damn drink in her hand. “Hey, why don’t we go to the living room and dance a little? You don’t intend to sit here the whole party do you?”

Yoon stood up abruptly, giving Seeun a small scare.

“Wah! I was waiting for someone to say that!” she said. “This drink already got me going.”

“You haven’t even finished it,” Seeun said, puzzled. “And it’s only the first one.”

“Mind your own business!” Yoon grabbed her hands and forced her to stand up. “Come on, let’s go.”

Seeun took her drink and let Yoon lead her into the living room. Shuhua was flabbergasted.

“Do those two like each other or what?” she asked.

“Since we were trainees,” Isa replied with a giggle, also standing up. "But they're both too dumb to notice."

"How could they not notice?" Shuhua stood up, and you being the last one were forced to do so. "I don't think it's that complicated."

"No, they know they like each other, but they don't realize it's mutual."

"I see..." Shuhua nodded. "Well, we'll see about that. Let's go!"

Shuhua took Isa by the hand—still not handing you your damn drink—and led the way to the living room. There the mood had already changed a bit: people were already starting to dance, in pairs or in groups, making the house look like the dance floor of a regular club. Chris Brown's Look At Me Now was blasting from the speakers, instantly making you move your head.

You found Yoon and Seeun towards the back, near the glass wall. They weren't alone, it seemed they had met up with their friends from IVE, Yujin, Gaeul and Rei. The five of them formed a small circle as they talked and danced. As you approached, Isa took the lead, leaving you and Shuhua behind to go hug the IVE girls.

Shuhua then let you go in front so she could hug you from behind with her left arm and bring your glass to your mouth for you to drink.

"You know I'm dangerous when I set my sights on someone, right?" she whispered in your ear as you drank from the same rim of the glass she had left her lipstick mark on.

"No, I really had no idea," you shook your head, finally taking the glass from her. You looked at her over your shoulder. "How was my drink?"

"Don't play dumb, sweetie. You took my clothes off with your eyes just now."

You noticed Isa was watching you two discreetly, but still didn't do anything to help you. She knew it wasn't good for her.

"I wasn't the only one," you said. "In fact, I still feel the burn your gaze left on my bulge."

"Yeah well, and depending on how you behave tonight you might feel something else there."

Shuhua patted your chest a couple of times and walked past you to go to the girls. You just stared at her as she walked, thinking of a thousand and one ways you could eat that...

"Hey, Ezio!" Isa called out to you. Shuhua knew you were checking her out and laughed. "What are you waiting for? Come here!"

With slightly warm cheeks you went to the girls, and briefly introduced yourself to each of the IVE girls. They were very friendly to you, especially Yujin, who you didn't expect to be so down to earth. She was the one you got along with the most, and was along with Yoon an endless source of laughter.

Gaeul on the other hand was more reserved. She would contribute to the conversation every now and then, but she wasn't nearly as outgoing as Yujin.

And Rei, lastly, spent most of her time quiet, just giggling and talking when someone spoke to her. Very introverted. However, you had the feeling that for some reason it was on purpose, and maybe that had to do with the little glances she gave you every now and then, as if your presence made her self-conscious. You didn't quite know why, but you couldn't ask her out of the blue either.

"Hey, I'll go refill my drink," you announced, raising your glass. "Anybody else need it?"

Almost everyone raised their glass, giving you a problem since you couldn't hold 8 glasses by yourself.

"I'll help you," Rei said, grabbing half of the glasses. And you were sure those were the first words she'd said since you two had introduced yourself.

"Oh, thanks," you smiled with a nod, grabbing the rest of the glasses.

You stepped aside to let Rei go ahead and then followed her. The kitchen held more people than it had when you were there, so you had to push your way through the crowd to get to where the bottles were.

"Do you remember what everyone was drinking?" you asked Rei, who was standing next to you setting the glasses down on the counter to fill them with ice.

"I think so," she nodded without looking at you. She grabbed a bottle of vodka to pour into three of the glasses.

You also grabbed a bottle of vodka but a different brand, aside from white rum and some juices.

"Hey, I don't want to be intrusive," you said, filling the glasses. "But are you okay?"

Rei stayed silent. Glancing at her out of the corner of your eye, you noticed she was nervous, giving you quick glances as if she wanted to tell you something she couldn't get out of her throat.

"If I tell you, won't you think I'm weird?" she asked, as you poured juice into Isa's glass.

"Uh... no?"

"It's just that... I think you're really cute," Rei said. "And I wanted to ask you to dance with me."

You frowned and looked at her.

"What's so weird about that?"

The question took her by surprise. She didn't seem prepared for you to tell her that. She thought for a moment, and finally looked at you.

"You really don't think I'm weird?"

"You just said you think I'm cute, and that's fine. I think you're cute too. There's nothing weird about that."

"You think I'm cute?"

You chuckled and turned around to lean your lower back against the counter.

"Did you look in a mirror today or something?"

"Yeah, but you barely know me," Rei replied, crossing her arms beneath her prominent breasts.

"So what? You barely know me too."

"And that's why I thought you'd think I'm weird," Rei replied.

You shrugged and twisted your torso to pick up your drink with your left hand.

"But I didn't," you took a sip.

Rei sighed.

"I should have guessed. You're not Korean."

"What does that have to do with it?"

"Well, Koreans look at you weird about everything!" Rei whined. “Always so formal and proper.”

“Funny you say that being Japanese.”

“Ugh, don’t even remind me,” Rei rolled her eyes. “Damn Japanese men are worse. Ugly on top of that.”

You laughed, looking away as you drank.

“You consider yourself a cut above the rest then?”

“Nah, I’m too Japanese for a lot of things,” she stood close in front of you and slipped her hands under your arms, to pick up four of the glasses, two in each hand. “But not for flirting. So thanks for confirming that I don’t seem weird to you.”

Rei was tall, taller than you expected before meeting her, and from that distance her full lips looked way too tempting. Her sleepy eyes and sexy gaze didn’t help much either. And to make it worse for you, she purposely pressed her breasts against your chest and then pulled away with a giggle. Her smile was beautiful indeed, and she looked adorable, almost like two people in one.

"Come on, you owe me a dance and those girls must be dying of thirst," she said, and turned around.

Fucking-hell. You looked that good that night? You knew you had immaculate taste in fashion and were handsome enough, but now you had completely outdone yourself.

Or maybe it was because the light was dim and they couldn't see you well? It was a possibility.

Either way, you grabbed the rest of the full glasses and followed Rei. Back with the girls, you handed each of them their glasses—hoping you hadn't confused them—and you talked for a little while until Rei pulled you by the sleeve of your jacket to the side, away from the circle. Kanye West's Gold Digger was just starting to play.

"Hey! You didn't want to dance with me!" Gaeul protested to your right, indignant. Yujin just laughed, but Rei ignored her.

Rei stood close to you, drink in hand, and put a hand on your shoulder to start moving to the music. You followed along. She was smiling, happy to finally be dancing and letting the warmth of the alcohol settle on her body. Her body looked mouth watering, in that short black dress with long sleeves that highlighted her wide hips and attractive breasts. You wanted to press her closer to you, but you were a gentleman; you were going to let her decide that.

Not a word came out of either of your mouths. It was enough with how much fun you were having through every second of the song. Rei was amazing at keeping the beat, and you found it easy to follow along. All of that combined led to a great moment that you were sure you would remember the next day.

It was also worth noting that it was a fun song, devoid of sexual content and aimed more at having a good time than anything else, because when SZA's Low rumbled the bass out of the speakers, Rei transformed into a demon.

She turned around and pressed herself against you, her ass right against your bulge as she pulled out the most mind-melting and tantalizing moves she could. Part of you wanted to throw chivalry aside and wrap an arm around her body, and you wanted it badly. Of course you resisted not being a jerk, but Rei was making you sweat.

"You think it's funny to tease me like this, Rei-chan?" you asked.

Rei laughed and looked over her shoulder at you, a mischievous smile on her face. Merely on purpose, she moved slower and harder against your bulge. Yeah, she did find it very funny. The boner she had given you, on the other hand, wasn't so much.

When the song ended, she turned around and did a couple of happy little jumps.

"Thanks for dancing with me, oppa!" Rei said through a cute smile that you genuinely didn't know where it came from. Maybe she was bipolar?

"You're evil."

"I thought I was cute," she said with a giggle. "You should make up your mind."

Rei took your hand and led you back to the girls. Thank god your clothes were all black and the lights were dull, because otherwise getting there with a hard bulge would have been pretty embarrassing.

“Oh lord, are you okay?” Yujin asked with a chuckle, wiping the sweat off your temple.

“Yeah, fucking awesome,” you sighed with raised eyebrows, and took a long sip from your glass.

Time passed and your group chemistry continued to grow. Isa wasn’t paying too much attention to you, but that wasn’t a bother. On the contrary, you were happy that she was having fun with her group mates, Shuhua, and the new friends she had just made.

Every now and then you looked away from the group to scan the party. Things were already a bit more lively, and just over an hour had barely passed. The highlights were a few unexpected couples kissing here and there, and several guys clowning around in the yard with cigarettes and drinks in hand.

But then you saw her.

And for god's sake, she looked even more gorgeous in person.

Hanni Pham looked lost in the crowd, as if she was looking for someone. She was short in stature, but she still managed to stand out from everyone else because of the touch of white she wore in her outfit: a short-sleeved, puffy-shouldered shirt, with lace embroidery and a bow on the neck, matching the black one she wore in her hair bun. The main attraction of the outfit was of course that short black dress, with three circular openings on her chest.

You knew her, obviously, and you loved her music. Ditto and OMG were on your daily playlist, and she was your favorite member. You didn't have a crush on her tho. Until now.

"Girls, excuse me for a moment?" you said. "I have to…"

You didn't finish the sentence. Without thinking twice you went with her, with confident steps. Nothing could stop you at that moment. Nothing.

When you got close to her you kept a distance of at least five feet. You cleared your throat to get her attention.

"Oh hello," Hanni greeted with a small bow when she turned to you, her lips curved into a cute smile that sent butterflies into your stomach.

"Hey," you bowed back, with the same smile. "Sorry to bother, really, but I saw you standing here alone looking lost and I couldn't help but… you know."

"Well, I'm not exactly lost," Hanni said, looking around before looking at you. "I'm looking for someone missing."

"Oh, you came with someone else?" You unconsciously put a hand in your pocket, which you did when you were nervous.

"Yeah, with Minji-unnie," she nodded. "But I haven't found her for a while."

"Well, I haven't seen her either," you looked around, perhaps hoping that with your superior height you could spot her. But between everyone being dressed in one color and the lighting not helping, it was impossible. "In fact, I didn't even know any of you were coming."

"Ugh, I hate it when she does this to me," Hanni groaned, and when she looked back at you she paused. She narrowed her eyes, studying your face. "Wait… do I know you?" she asked in English.

You frowned, looking to the side and then back at her.

"Uh… do you?" You asked in English as well.

"Yeah!" Hanni pointed at you. "You're Ezio!"

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for that moment when she said your name. You didn't even know how to react. You blinked several times, dumbfounded, and ended up letting out a stupid giggle.

"Y-Yeah, that's me," you nodded. "Do you really know me?"

You were aware that your growth as a streamer was skyrocketing and that you were becoming more famous with each passing day. But on the verge of being known by her? Hanni Pham?

"Yeah!" Hanni smiled from ear to ear, making you go liquid. "I see your clips all the time on Twitter."

And suddenly you were embarrassed.

"Oh god, please tell me you didn't see me screaming like a bitch while playing Sons of the Forest."

Hanni burst out laughing, surely remembering the damn clip. You chuckled softly, cheeks flushing.

“Especially that one,” she managed to say between giggles.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “It certainly wasn’t the first impression I wanted to make on you.”

“Hey, what are you talking about?” Hanni cocked her head. “My first impression of you was that you were nice to me and cared about me when you shouldn’t have.”

“Well, I…”

“A lot of guys less famous than you act like jerks for a lot less,” Hanni nodded outside, perhaps indicating the many boys your age still clowning around the yard. “And they’re less cute, and dress worse.”

“Well… I was just going to say that I love your outfit,” you managed to say through your sudden shyness. “The shirt is an excellent choice.”

“Thank you!” Hanni smiled again, tilting her head. “I must say that jacket is beautiful. Burberry?”

You grinned from ear to ear and nodded.

"Yeah, burberry."

"Ha, I knew my eye wouldn't fail me."

"You… wanna come with us?" You jerked your thumb behind you towards the girls. "We're over there."

Hanni looked at where you were pointing and let out a sigh.

"Considering Minji's probably seeing that ENHYPEN ashole, well…" Hanni shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

"Cool! Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"Yeah but we're going together," Hanni said, stepping aside. "I don't want to stay here alone and I don't want to go with them alone either."

"Why? I'm sure you know them all."

"I do, but I don't want to just butt in," Hanni nodded towards the kitchen. "Come on, Mr. Pepperoni."

Mr. Pepperoni was the nickname your chat often called you by, and the clip from the first time you read it had also gone viral. That's how much she'd seen of you? My god. You felt naked, embarrassed, vulnerable, and like a clown.

"You know something funny?" you asked with a sigh, following her. "We don't even call pepperoni pepperoni in Italy."

Hanni just laughed even harder, hitting every right spot on your eardrums and making you smile even more.

The visit to the kitchen was brief. Hanni helped herself to the same drink as you, with a variation of Pepsi instead of lime juice. When you returned to the girls they greeted Hanni with a warm welcome. You didn't think they'd get along that well, but it was clear that the outsider—in every possible sense—there was you, since they'd seen each other countless times at awards shows and music shows.

Shuhua stood beside you, grabbed your waist and leaned close to your ear.

"You're collecting them like Pokemon, huh?" she said. "At this rate we can make tonight a lot of fun."

You leaned close to her ear as well.

"I'm not collecting anything," you replied. "And if I was, you were the first to fall."

Shuhua reached up and gently grabbed the back of your neck.

"Don't get things mixed up, sweetie," she said. "I had my eye on you first. If it were up to you, you wouldn't have gotten your ass out of that chair."

"Are you calling me slow?"

"Kinda. If you weren't, you would have taken me upstairs already."

You put your right hand on her waist. Her soft flesh and smooth skin felt amazing under your fingers.

"We're on time. The night is young."

"I'm afraid not. Now you'll have to wait."

You frowned.

"Wait for what?"

"For the night to end," Shuhua pressed her fingers into the back of your neck. "And then, you take me to your place and fuck me until I cry."

You didn't even know what to say. The reflex action was, once again, to drink from your glass and pretend you didn't hear anything. Shuhua laughed at this, and walked away from you to go back to Isa's side.

"Hey, let's play!" Shuhua yelled for all the girls to hear.

"Play what?" Isa asked.

"There's a deck of poker cards in there," Shuhua pointed to a wide door next to the main entrance. "We can play high or low, but fun."

"Oh no," you heard Yujin say from beside you. "This girl is going to finish us off."

"Come on, don't be boring!" Shuhua insisted, pushing Isa and Gaeul over.

Hanni walked over to you and grabbed onto your sleeve. She stood on her tiptoes to reach your ear.

"Shuhua scares me."

"Understandable, she scares me too," you sighed, and walked with Hanni and the rest of the girls into the room.

Shuhua opened the door, and you and Hanni froze when you looked inside the room.

"There you fucking where!" Hanni shouted in a full aussie accent English, seeing Minji with her back against the wall being kissed by ENHYPEN's Jungwon. They suddenly separated when they noticed they had been caught.

Shuhua burst out laughing, her hand resting on the door frame. Minji's cheeks were flushed, and Jungwon looked like he wanted to run away. Who knows why, neither of you were going to judge anything.

"Sorry to interrupt, cuties, but get lost," Shuhua said. "There are plenty of places in the rest of the house."

The girls all entered the room, while Isa and Yujin waited for the two of you.

They of you nodded and left the room. Minji approached Hanni to justify herself, but she held up her finger before she could say a word.

"Don't talk to me," Hanni said sharply.

"It was just a moment!" Minji protested.

You expected them to get into a full-blown argument, but Hanni acted like a lady and ignored her, pulling you along with her to the girls. Minji didn't try to stop her; you heard her grunt, turn around, and leave. Yujin and Isa stared at her, and were the last to enter as you walked past them.

The room wasn't too big, the dimensions just right to accommodate the nine of you a bit cramped. The only furniture was a wide wooden table, with two chairs arranged on either side. On the walls were traditional decorative paintings, and on the left, the largest, was a wide window that was covered by cream-colored curtains.

"We are nine people and there are only four chairs, now what?" Yoon asked.

"We do a preliminary round," said Shuhua, taking the cards from the center of the table. "The last four left have the right to sit."

"Aight, bet," Yoon nodded.

Shuhua took out the deck of cards from its box, shuffled them, and laid out a 6 of clubs.

"Higher," she said. The card she drew was a queen of hearts. "Ha! Next."

That's how you started playing. In the end, the four who survived were you, Seeun, Hanni, and Shuhua. Isa was no fool, and she was quick to sit on the right side of your lap when you took your chair. Yoon didn't hesitate to sit on Seeun's lap either.

"I can take two of you on my lap," Shuhua said, patting her knees. "Don't be shy."

Rei was the first to accept the offer, and Yujin was the other. Gaeul looked at Hanni, who was playing dumb.

"I don't want to be the only one standing!" Gaeul whined. Hanni laughed and adjusted her legs.

"Alright alright, come here silly," Hanni said.

Gaeul sat on her lap, and Hanni wrapped her arms around her.

"Alright, the rules are simple," Shuhua said, shuffling the cards again. "Higher or lower. If you fail, you must make a dare, and if you don't want to, you must drink."

"And who sets the dares?" asked Yujin.

"Me, of course!" said Shuhua. "I'm the hostess and also the dealer!"

"Oh, how convenient isn't it?" you said.

Shuhua showed you her palm.

"Sorry sir, we don't accept complaints."

You sighed.

"To be expected," you said to yourself, with a hand on Isa's waist.

Shuhua was again the first to play. The starting card was a king of spades.

"Lower," she said, and then pulled out the ace of hearts. "Fuck."

Everyone in the room laughed. Shuhua looked at you with narrowed eyes.

"Hey, king of Rome," she called you. "I'll let you be happy and let you be the one to give me the dare."

"Uh shit," you sat up straight. "Uhm…" you thought about it for a moment. "Aight, what kind of dare?"

"Whatever you want, honey, just hurry up."

"Alright, let them two lick your neck," you pointed at Rei and Yujin, who she had sitting on her lap.

"That's it?"

"It's the first damn round, what else do you want?"

Shuhua rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she looked at the girls. "You guys okay with that?"

"Girl, just show your damn neck," Yujin said.

Shuhua raised her head and pulled it back a little. Yujin and Rei leaned in, and planted their tongues on Shuhua's neck to slowly lick up. When they were done, the three of them laughed.

"Alright, now it's Yujin's turn," Shuhua said, drawing a new card since an ace couldn't be played. The new card was a 5 of diamonds. "Higher or lower?"

"Lower," Yujin said. The card Shuhua drew was a 4 of spades. Saved.

"Next," Shuhua looked at Isa after drawing a 7 of hearts. "Higher or lower?"

"Higher," Isa said. Shuhua drew a 2 of clubs. "Oh c'mon!"

"French kiss the person on your left," Shuhua said.

The person on her left happened to be you.

"Bah, I was expecting something harder," Isa said, wrapping her left arm around your neck and cupping your face with her free hand to kiss you. It wasn't anything new or difficult for you two, but doing it in front of seven other people certainly felt different.

Or so you thought until a few seconds later Isa was kissing you so sensually that you completely forgot they were watching you.

"Hey, that's enough!" Shuhua threw the plastic wrapper of the cards at you to separate you. "Next!"

You were next.

"Higher," you said immediately, wiping some of Isa's lipstick off your upper lip.

Shuhua pulled out a 3 of spades. Saved. You smiled haughtily.

"Ugh," Shuhua swore and looked at the next person, Hanni. "Higher or lower?"

"Uh… lower?" Hanni said, exhaling heavily when Shuhua pulled out a 5 of clubs. "Oh be kind, please."

"Mmm, draw a heart on someone's thigh with your tongue," Shuhua said.

Hanni hid behind Gaeul and sighed with her forehead resting against her back.

"Who?"

"Who's offering?" Shuhua asked.

Rei didn't say anything and stood up to go to the side of Hanni and Gaeul. She pulled her dress up to the end of her right thigh and displayed it. Gaeul stood up and stepped away, and Hanni looked at Rei and then at her thigh before kneeling in front of her, grabbing her behind the knee and slowly making the heart on the fleshiest part of Rei’s thigh with her tongue. Shuhua hadn't specified the size of the heart, but Hanni made it big. Quite a bit.

"Fuck girl, there was no need to make it that huge," Shuhua said with a laugh.

"Fuck it," Hanni said, standing up with her cheeks flushed just like Rei's, who returned to her seat (Shuhua's leg) visibly aroused. "Please let's not comment on it any further."

"Alright, alright," Shuhua looked at Gaeul. "Higher or lower?"

"Higher," Gaeul said. A 10 of spades was what Shuhua drew. Saved.

Next in order was Seeun. Shuhua looked at her.

"Higher," Seeun nodded, and Shuhua drew an ace of spades. Another save. "Hehe."

"You're damn lucky," Shuhua grumbled, drawing a 6 of spades, now looking at Yoon.

"Lower…?" Yoon grimaced, unsure. Shuhua pulled out a 10 of hearts. "Shit!"

"You had to listen to me," Seeun said.

"You had to listen to me," Yoon mimicked her in a stupid voice, then rolled her eyes.

"Ezio, lock the door," Shuhua told you. You did so, since you had it right to your right. "Alright, I dare you to let Seeunie kiss your belly, and yes, for that you have to lift up your dress."

Yoon blushed so fast that she looked like a thermometer about to explode. She opened her mouth to say something, but only stutters came out. Seeun didn't seem to have taken it any better: her gaze was lost, as she pursed her lips and her cheeks turned red.

"Jeez, who let her choose the dares?" Gaeul asked with a chuckle.

"That's the point. No one left her but she did it anyway," you said.

"Hey! This is a hot young adult party," Shuhua replied. "If you want I can take you all back to Inkigayo!"

Everyone at the table except Seeun and Yoon laughed.

"For God's sake no, I beg you," Yujin said.

"I'd rather do this than put up with the rude people at every damn music show," Hanni said. "So don't worry, no one's complaining."

"C-can we… do it in the bathroom?" Yoon asked.

Shuhua shrugged.

"You can drink too if you don't want to," she said.

"No!" Yoon said quickly, and you and Isa glanced at each other with a smile. "I-it's just… you're all going to see my panties."

“What’s wrong with them?”

“Jayun-ah,” Seeun grabbed her waist. “Just do it.”

Yoon bit her lip, closed her eyes, and stood up instantly. You and Isa raised your eyebrows and pressed together to watch the moment like someone watching their favorite k-drama ship finally step forward. The blonde faced Seeun, and without a second thought, lifted the skirt of her dress up to below her breasts.

"Hey, but those panties are really cute!" Shuhua complained, as if she had been blatantly lied to. Yoon's panties were pink, with little red heart outlines. You had to say that they looked really nice on her, and showed off a good amount of her surprisingly nice ass.

"S-shut up!" Yoon demanded.

Seeun grabbed her waist with the delicacy that a porcelain doll deserved, and knelt in front of her while staring into her eyes, holding her gaze until she planted her lips below her navel. Yoon's lips were parted, visibly panting as Seeun began to spread wet kisses all over her belly.

Isa leaned closer to your ear.

"This is making me horny," she whispered in your ear. "If I keep looking I'm going to lose control."

"What a weakling," you chuckled, shaking your head.

Hanni, with Gaeul still on her lap, leaned towards you. You leaned towards her so you could hear her.

"Are those two a couple?" she asked.

"The short answer is no," you answered, glancing at them. "I can tell you the long answer later."

Hanni nodded, pretending to understand, and returned to her normal posture.

“Enough!” Shuhua squealed between nervous laughs. “Hey hey hey.”

Seeun was forced to stop even though it was clear on her face that she wanted to continue. She let go of Yoon, stood up, and wordlessly sat down, pulling Yoon along with her and pulling her skirt back down to prevent you from seeing her anymore.

“Are you okay?” Shuhua asked Yoon.

“Just play,” Yoon replied, trying to calm down.

Shuhua smiled, looked at Rei, sitting on her right knee.

“Lower,” Rei said. Shuhua pulled out a jack of clubs. “Ugh.”

“Hey, before you go on,” Gaeul butted in. “I’m out of drink.”

You all checked your glasses. All empty.

“Anybody join me?” she asked, gathering the glasses.

“I’m going,” Hanni said.

“Me too,” Seeun said, giving way to Yoon. You had a sneaking suspicion that she didn’t really want to help and just wanted an excuse to get out and cool off.

Gaeul, Hanni, and Seeun grabbed all the glasses and left the room. Shuhua then looked back at Rei.

“Hmm, what can I do with you,” Shuhua wondered. “Alright, pick someone to spank you and let that person choose how hard. You must show your ass.”

“It should be noted that if you choose to drink you are a coward,” Yujin added, being anything but helpful.

“I wasn’t even planning on doing that,” Rei said, and stood up in between Shuhua and Yoon’s seat to bend over the table, leaning on her elbows. “Ezio, come here,”

“Heh, I knew it,” Shuhua said. “Predictable.”

“Why me?” you asked, looking Rei in the eyes.

“Because your hand is the biggest,” she replied.

“Hm,” you shrugged. “Fair.”

Isa got off your lap so you could stand up and go behind Rei. Only then, she grabbed the skirt of her dress and lifted it up to her lower back, revealing a nice, round, soft ass, adorned by black lace panties. You placed a hand on her lower back. Rei looked over her shoulder at you, and bent a little more against the table to arch her back and lift her ass.

“As hard as I want?” you asked.

“That’s what I said, yes,” Shuhua replied instead of Rei.

“Aight…”

Without thinking too much you raised your hand, and using your volleyball notions, used your entire torso to give your arm as much momentum as possible and give Rei a spank so hard it reverberated through the small room and resonated in your eardrums.

“Mgh!!” Rei squealed against her pursed lips.

“Oh gosh,” Yujin said. “That hurt even me.”

Shuhua was gaping in disbelief. Isa didn’t seem surprised at all, rather pleased. And Rei looked over her shoulder as her butt cheek quickly became red hot with the mark of your hand.

But Yoon seemed uneasy. She had her legs crossed over each other, her arms crossed in front of her abdomen and her eyebrows subtly arched. Seeun must have been excellent with her mouth, because you were certain she was extremely horny.

"That's why I wanted you to do it," Rei gasped, looking up at you.

You grabbed her bare waist with the same hand you had spanked her with.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

Rei stood up straight and left your hand on her waist.

"What do you think?" she winked at you.

"God, that shit sounded like a firecracker," Shuhua said as you let go of Rei and she went back to her leg. "Whatever, my turn. Lower."

Shuhua pulled out a queen of diamonds. She didn't even complain, just sighed and looked at you all, waiting for whoever wanted to dare her. It was Isa, sitting on your lap again, who leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table and look at her.

"Do a triple kiss with me and Rei-chan," Isa said. "But you two come."

Rei and Shuhua looked at each other, smiled, and stood up to walk over to the two of you. Rei sat on the other side of your lap, and Shuhua bent her knees in front of you to get closer to the other two and bring the three pairs of lips together in a sensual kiss that felt like coal straight into your furnace.

Just then the door to your right opened. Gaeul, Hanni, and Seeun widened their eyes and rushed inside so no one else would see.

"Damn we were only gone for five minutes!" Hanni said. She handed you your glass and put the others on the table. "Taste it and tell me if it's okay please."

You did so. The drink was a little too strong for your tastes, but it was delicious. A thumbs up was enough for Hanni to go sit with Gaeul in her chair.

Meanwhile, Shuhua, Isa and Rei seemed a little inspired and locked in their bubble. You definitely wouldn't be the one to stop them. But they were already getting a little too excited, as you heard subtle moans coming out of each other's mouths.

You exchanged glances with Yujin hoping to find help since this was happening just inches away from you, but she seemed to be enjoying it as much as you.

"Alright, enough!" Gaeul raised her voice between giggles. "My god! I'm going to pour the drink on you!"

Shuhua was the first to step away amidst mischievous giggles. She took her drink from Gaeul's hand and skipped back to her seat happily.

"Thanks, Chaeyoungie," Shuhua said to Isa, and blew her a peck.

"Can I stay here, oppa?" Rei asked, settling deeper into your lap and thus rubbing against your bulge. "You're cozy."

"I don't seem to have a choice," you said, and wrapped your arms around her and Isa.

"Yujinie!" Shuhua raised her voice.

"By probability, lower," Yujin said. Shuhua pulled out a king of clubs and you all laughed. That was bad luck. "What the…"

"Oh don't worry, I'll be nice to you," Shuhua patted her thigh. "Just go and give Hanni a peck."

Yujin looked at Hanni and raised an eyebrow.

"Just come, it could be worse," Hanni waved her hand at her.

Yujin stood up and went to Hanni. She gently cupped her face, and leaned in to give her a small kiss which to be honest, you felt a little jealous of.

"Mmm, what lip balm do you use?" Yujin asked Hanni, going back to Shuhua. "It tastes good."

"I don't remember the name, but it's coconut."

"Chaeyoung-ah!" Shuhua raised her voice again. The alcohol was already making her a little louder.

"Lower!" Isa said. Shuhua pulled out a 9 of diamonds. "Haha!"

"Bah!" Shuhua looked at you, and in her eyes you could see that it was best to pray that you didn't fail.

"Lo…wer?" you said after a few seconds of pondering. Shuhua pulled out a 10 of clubs. "Fuck my fucking life."

"Oh, you poor idiot," Shuhua sighed.

"Just shoot."

"Well…" Shuhua turned to look at Yoon, who now had Seeun on her lap and not vice versa. "Jayunie, how are you feeling?"

"Huh?" Yoon looked at the two of you.

"I mean, ever since Seeun kissed you down there you seem a little… restless."

Yoon's cheeks reddened again.

"I-I…"

Shuhua looked at you.

"Why don't you help her, Ezio?" she cocked her head. "The poor woman must be about to explode."

"Uhm…" you locked eyes with Yoon. She didn't seem closed to it, but she still looked stunned by Shuhua's insinuation. "Help in what way?"

"Oh please, you're not 12, boy. You know how."

You expected a more hesitant stance from Yoon, but she just nodded. Isa and Rei got up from your legs, so you could get up and wait for Yoon at the door.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Shuhua stopped you when you had your hand on the knob. “I need witnesses, of course,” she turned to look at Seeun.

“M-me?” Seeun stood up hesitantly. “Well… only if they agree.”

“I don’t care,” you shook your head. Seeun walked with you, sharing glances with Yoon.

“I’m going too,” Rei stood up.

“I said just one witness,” Shuhua said.

“I know,” Rei stood behind you. “I’m going because I want to see.”

You sighed and opened the door.

“We’ll be right back. It’ll be quick, I think.”

You grabbed Yoon's hand, and along with Rei and Seeun, you walked outside.

"Where are we going?" Yoon asked.

"To my car," you said. "I thought of something fun."

"Uhm… okay?"

"Just trust me," you smirked.

You pushed your way through the crowd and walked out of the house, straight to the gate guarded by the security guards.

"We'll be back in a minute, buddy," you told one of them. "We'll get something in the car."

The security guard stepped aside and opened the gate for you to get out. As you crossed the street, you pulled out the keys to your Toyota Camry and pressed the button to unlock the doors.

"You two," you told Rei and Seeun. "Sit up front. I don't care who gets which seat."

Rie hurriedly opened the passenger door, and Seeun had no choice but to walk around the car and sit in the driver's seat. You opened one of the back doors, and nodded for Yoon to get in. When everyone was inside, you handed the keys and your unlocked phone to Seeun.

"Do you know how to turn on just the battery?" you asked.

Seeun looked at the key and looked at the side of the steering wheel to insert it.

"Uh… just one turn, right?"

"Aha."

Seeun turned the key and the entire dashboard of the car lit up.

"Alright, now turn on the AC and play whatever music you want from my Apple Music, okay?"

She nodded, turned on the AC and started searching for music on your phone. Now able to focus on Yoon, you settled in the middle of the back seats and turned to your right to see her. But before you could say anything or even react, she grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours.

"Oh wow, that's fast," Rei laughed.

When you met Yoon a month and a half ago you never even considered the possibility that you might get to taste those full lips, but now that you felt them against yours and could taste it, you were happy to know that they were as spongy and soft as you could have imagined, with an addictive citrusy orange aftertaste.

Seconds later the music started playing inside the car. Seeun had put on On & On by Erykah Badu. Excellent tastes.

"I'm going to touch you, okay?" you asked.

"Why are you telling me, are you stupid?" Yoon replied.

"I'm sorry for being respectful, dumbass."

You slid one hand behind Yoon and grabbed her waist with your right hand, bringing the other to her thigh to caress the inside with your fingertips. As the kiss heated up your hand slowly moved up, until you reached her crotch and pressed your fingers against her slit. Her panties were soaked.

“Fuck woman, you’re dripping,” you gasped.

Yoon’s response was to bring her hand to the hardened bulge in your pants. She wasn’t obligated to do that since the help was supposed to be one-sided, but it was impossible to complain considering all the times you’d been teased throughout the night. Yoon was perfect for the task of relieving you, so it was now mutual help.

“And you’re too fucking hard,” Yoon said, massaging your cock over your pants. “Will you let me suck it?”

“I’d love to feel those lips around my cock,” you nodded, and again dove into her lips.

Yoon moaned against your lips and massaged harder. You slowly rubbed her slit up and down over her soaked panties, and a couple seconds later you used both hands to grab the skirt of her dress and roll it up over her tummy. She spread her legs accordingly, and let you slide your hand inside her panties to feel her wet folds against your fingers.

"Let me taste you?" you asked mid-kiss.

"I need it even more than you, what do you think?"

You pulled your hand out of Yoon's panties and grabbed them from the curb to pull them down her long legs. With the path clear you brought your hand back to her pussy to rub it, and the other you moved up the side of her torso to slide under her dress and squeeze one of her tits over her bra.

"Come here then," you said, and you moved away from her lips to grab one hand around her waist and the other under her knee to lay her down with her head resting on the door armrest. At that moment, Angel by Massive Attack started playing.

As you raised one knee on the seats and left the other on the floor of the car, something caught your attention in the front seats. Seeun was no longer in the driver's seat, she was on Rei's lap watching the two of you intently. She had her dress rolled up to the same height as Yoon, and Rei was groping her all over.

"Oppa, can you pass me Yoon's panties?" Rei pointed at them. They were on that annoying floor bump, just to your left.

"Uh… sure," you nodded, took them and gave them to her. Rei then rolled them up a bit and put them in Seeun's mouth.

“Hmmgh,” Seeun moaned with Yoon’s panties inside her mouth, lifting her hips to pull her own panties down to her knees so Rei could touch her pussy.

An active audience. Hot.

Yoon was already spreading her legs for you, one leaning against the back of the seats and the other hanging down to the floor. You took off your jacket, hung it on the driver's seat and laid face down with your face in front of Yoon's pussy. She tangled her fingers in your hair, and with a little tug she sank your mouth against her slit.

"Oh god," Yoon moaned, as you licked between her folds and her clit, soft and slow.

Yoon's pussy and her juices were delicious, they satisfied all the hunger you had been accumulating all that time and fulfilled a carnal need you didn't even know you had. She caressed your hair with her long fingers, giving it light tugs while her hips twisted subtly. You had one hand caressing her flat and soft abdomen, and the other pressing back her right thigh.

The music wasn't too loud, so you could still hear Yoon and Seeun moaning softly over it. At one point you looked to your left and noticed that Rei had Seeun spread-eagled, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. You definitely wouldn't have liked to be in Seeun's position, forced to watch as someone eats out her crush's pussy first. If you had to take it to personal examples, it would have been like watching Hanni being eaten out by Yujin.

Wait, it was Sully you had to be thinking of. Why the hell were you thinking of Hanni?

"E-Ezio…" Yoon panted. "Your cock… get it out."

You quickly sat up and worked on your pants to pull them down with your boxers to your ankles. Yoon sat up as well, lifting both of her tucked legs up onto the seats to grab your shaft with her right hand. She licked her lips, looking at Seeun for a few seconds and then at your cock.

“Oh god… I didn’t expect it to be this big,” Yoon gasped, slowly stroking your hard cock. “I want it inside me.”

“Suck it first,” you said, brushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders and behind her ears. “Make it nice and slippery for you.”

“Fuck, sure.”

Yoon bent down and laid on her side, her left arm draped over your thigh. You pushed all of her hair to the side so it wouldn’t get in her way, and she rewarded you by taking you right into her mouth, making you moan as you felt that pair of fluffy lips wrap around your shaft. Just then Lana Del Rey’s Doin’ Time started playing, giving you an extra hit of arousal that fit the moment perfectly.

You looked up and met Rei’s gaze. She held it without blinking, licking Seeun's neck as she fingered her faster and faster and made her moan louder than the music.

"You better take me with you later, oppa," Rei said as Yoon ran her lips up and down your cock, slurping up the saliva she purposely let slip. "I refuse not to taste that cock too."

"You can come here and do it," you replied with a hand on Yoon's waist.

"Aniyo," she shook her head. "I came to be a witness for your dare because I know Seeun would end up like this. I'm not going to intervene."

Yoon had her lips a couple of inches past the middle of your shaft, and pumped at a single, steady pace that was enough to make you moan under your breath. Her ass looked pretty cute too, so you lowered your hand there and groped it with strong squeezes.

"I don't see you being chained to the seat," you said.

"No, but do you think I'm capable of leaving this cutie helpless?"

No, she certainly wasn't capable of it. But you understood her perfectly. Seeun was extremely needy, desperate to feel the same pleasure Yoon felt and maybe imagine that she was the one giving it to her. Leaving her alone would be like leaving a puppy out in the rain.

"God, I need to cum Ezio," Yoon said, kneeling up and rubbing your slippery cock with her hand.

"Come here and ride me then."

You grabbed her waist and thigh to help her straddle you. Yoon looked into your eyes, put her hands on your shoulders and lifted her hips, so that you could take your cock straight and she could lower herself onto it. Her fingers tightened on your shoulders when your tip was inside, and her mouth was agape as your entire length filled her.

“Oh fuck!” Yoon moaned as her ass was pressed against your pelvis and you were fully inside her. She slid her hands to your neck and tightened her fingers around it. “I see why Chaeyoungie likes you.”

“Are you implying that she likes me only for my cock?” you said, your hands clenched on either side of her slim waist.

“That’s exactly what I’m implying,” Yoon nodded, and despite that, she cupped your face in her hands and kissed you just before she started moving up and down.

Yoon stifled small moans against your lips, which she kissed with a passion that infected you and made you run your hands all over her body, finally placing them on her ass to help her move on your cock.

How horny she was was reflected in the way she didn't even let twenty seconds pass before picking up the pace, with her arms around your neck and one of her hands on your head, her fingers clenched in strands of your hair. Now Digital Bath by Deftones was playing, a song you were sure Seeun hadn't chosen—she couldn't have anyway, of course—and that just came on randomly.

She wasn't the only one turned on by lust. When Yoon broke the kiss and buried her face in your neck to kiss it, you watched as Rei fucked Seeun's pussy with her fingers, in fast pumps that kept Seeun's gorgeous face permanently twisted in pleasure. Her gaze was fixed on one spot, and that was your cock as it went in and out of Yoon.

"I think someone wants to see your face," you said into Yoon's ear, looking at Seeun. "Turn around and give her what she wants."

Yoon turned over her shoulder, gave Seeun a quick glance and got off of your cock so she could turn her back to you, her feet planted on the seat on either side of your thighs. She pressed her back against your chest, grabbed your cock and impaled herself on it again.

Now you took control. With your hands on her waist and your feet firm against the floor of the car, you began to thrust up and down to fuck her fast and hard. Yoon instantly went crazy and filled the car with her loud moans, hitting keys on Seeun that made the music overlay with her moans as well.

"Does it turn you on more when you look into your girlfriend's eyes while you're getting fucked, Jayunie?" Rei asked with a mischievous giggle, fingering Seeun with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.

Yoon didn't answer because her head was in another place, but you were sure that not a single word would have come out of her mouth anyway. Only then did you understand Shuhua's nefarious actions. All she wanted was that, for Yoon and Seeun to realize that they needed each other more than they imagined. A bit of an extreme way, you could say. But in Isa's words, those two had been stuck for years; it was time for them to move forward by hook or by crook.

And by crook it would be, because half a minute later Yoon exploded into spasms and loud whimpers. Seeun went crazy about it, shaking on top of Rei and clinging to her when seconds later she came too. The two of them filled the car with their cute moans, and their pleasure made your own automatically grow. As a result, you felt your climax suddenly approaching.

“Jayun-ah…” you gasped. “I’m gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth!” Seeun butted in.

You frowned. You weren’t expecting that, but you weren’t going to complain either.

You quickly pushed Yoon off of you as Seeun bent over the center console. You knelt on the floor of the car, and Seeun stuck her tongue out for you to press your tip against as you rapidly stroked your cock. A few seconds later you exploded, and Seeun caught you between her lips to suck off every jet of cum that shot into her mouth.

“Oh my god…” you moaned, one hand behind Seeun’s head and the other holding onto the headrest of the seat where Rei was.

Seeun sucked on as much of the length of your shaft as she could, moaning through every inch as she swallowed your load and at the same time savored the taste of Yoon's pussy. It was perfect for her. She enjoyed it with deep, slow pumps, leaving your cock perfectly clean and glistening.

When your orgasm passed and Seeun pulled you out of her mouth she seemed to finally realize what she had done and what was happening, as she looked at all of you and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"Please, not a word of this to anyone," she said, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand before returning to the pilot's seat.

"I'm a tomb, don't worry about it," you nodded.

Rei helped Seeun get ready again, leaving Yoon to you.

"Are you okay?" you asked the blonde, sitting back in the seats. Yoon was leaning against the left door, legs drawn up and breathing heavily.

"Yeah… perfect," Yoon nodded. "I take back what I said just now: Chaeyoungie doesn't just like you for your dick; you're really cute as well."

"Oh, uhm… thanks?"

"You're welcome. Now pass me my panties."

You handed Yoon her panties and pulled up your boxers and pants as she put on her underwear. Seeun was already somewhat composed, and was checking her makeup in the roof mirror. She handed you your phone, and you unlinked it from the car stereo as you leaned forward and pulled the key out from the side of the steering wheel. You also took your jacket and put it back on.

Rei was the first to get out of the car, and Seeun followed. Before Yoon could open her door you grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Huh?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Tell Seeun how you feel about her,” you said quietly. “I don’t care how or where or when. But it has to be tonight.”

Yoon looked at Seeun through the front window, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip. The poor thing was dying of nerves.

"I-I don't know if I can do it Ezio…"

"You can and you should," you squeezed her wrist a little tighter so she would look at you. "One of you two has to make the move."

"But what if she rejects me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Jayun-ah. You drive her crazy. It's obvious."

Yoon fell silent and took a deep breath.

"If it goes wrong I'll kill you."

"There's no possible way it can go wrong. Just trust."

"Fine."

You let go of Yoon's wrist and she opened the door to get out of the car with you following behind. You joined Rei and Seeun, who were waiting to cross the street. Then, purposely, you stepped forward to grab Rei's hand and pull her with you to leave the other two alone.

"I really hope this works," you muttered, crossing the street with Rei. Yoon and Seeun followed a few steps behind.

“Yeah, I’ve never felt so much sexual tension between two people who weren’t fucking at the moment,” Rei said, and squeezed your hand to press against you as you walked. “And I’ve definitely never seen a guy use his dick that well.”

The guards caught a glimpse of you blushing as you reached the gate again. Both men stepped aside to let you through, and within seconds you were back in the crowd. Just as a ruckus was forming in the yard.

As you took a few steps into the living room and took a closer look, you noticed that they had set up a ping pong table filled with party cups. Some guys from ENHYPEN and The Boyz were the ones playing.

“Where the fuck did they get a ping pong table?” was the only thing you could ask yourself.

“I have no idea, but come on! It looks fun!”

Rei pulled you with her outside. Near the circle that was now forming around the ping-pong table you found Isa, Shuhua, and Hanni. Shuhua was the first to notice you.

“Uhhh, look who we have back,” Shuhua said with a giggle. “Did you have a good time, champ?”

“I think those two had a better time,” you replied, standing behind Isa and Hanni, who were watching Enhypen’s Sunghoon and The Boyz’s Juyeon compete.

Shuhua looked back. Seeun and Yoon came up behind you. Looking at them you noticed that they were holding hands. Yoon probably wouldn’t have said anything to her yet, but it was progress.

“Did what had to happen happen?” Shuhua asked.

“That and more,” Rei replied. “Where are my girls?”

Shuhua shrugged.

"When we left the room they said they were going to find someone. I haven't seen them since."

Rei growled and let out a low curse.

"I'm sure those bitches went to eat without telling me!" Rei complained. "And I've been saying all the way that I'm hungry!"

"Then go find them in the kitchen," you pointed with your chin. "But don't be long, I'm dying to beat you at beer pong."

Rei raised her eyebrows and looked at you.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, it's a statement."

She gasped indignantly.

"You better be damn good," Rei pointed at you. "Because if you lose I'll make fun of you all night."

"Whatever," you shrugged. "I never lose to these things."

"We'll see," Rei said, and turned to disappear into the crowd.

You stepped forward and put your left hand on Isa's waist. You grabbed Hanni by the shoulder.

"Are you going to play?" you asked.

"Maybe," Hanni nodded. "But not against you. You look like you're going to make me drink seven times in a row and I'm very bad."

"What I smell is fear?"

"Yeah! Do you think I'm a good drinker or something?"

"You can't be worse than Chaeyoung."

Isa looked at you with a frown.

"Hey! What do you say about me?!" She gave you a little push.

"Okay, I know who I'm playing against then," Hanni said.

The wait for one of you to play was a bit long, but it was totally worth it to see everyone destroy each other. The funniest thing of all was watching Cho Miyeon tear apart a foreign guy you assumed she was dating, because they left there giggling and not very subtle groping. From then on, it became a kind of tournament where the person who lost immediately gave someone else a spot. It didn't matter how many times a person won, as long as they didn't lose, they could keep playing if they wanted to. Luckily for you, two people went out at the same time and Isa and Hanni were finally able to play. But it was a fucking disaster.

Each person had 10 shots each per round. No more, no less. And the winner was the one who got the ball into a glass the most times. Well, out of 10 shots Hanni got 2, losing to Isa who got just one more. That meant 3 shots of vodka for Hanni.

"My god, you weren't lying when you said you were terrible," you said when Hanni came back to you and Shuhua replaced her. Whenever you were alone, you spoke to her in English.

"Shut up man," Hanni sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her hand. "At least I made her drink twice."

"And now Shuhua's gonna make her drink more."

Isa gave Shuhua a good run for her money, hitting 5 balls out of 10. But Shuhua beat her by hitting 7. Isa came back to you with her face scrunched up from all the vodka all of a sudden, and you grabbed her waist to steady her.

"Honey, please go drink some water," you said, noticing that she wasn't feeling well. "Hanni, can you take her?"

"Yeah, sure," Hanni nodded, linking arms with Isa to head towards the kitchen.

"So? Who's next, weaklings?" Shuhua asked loudly. No one in the crowd watching dared to compete against her just because she seemed too self-confident.

“Get off your high horse, woman,” you took a step forward. “Or do I have to get you off your high horse?”

“I want to see you try!” Shuhua challenged you, arms akimbo. “Come on!”

You stood on the opposite side of the table, and after filling the empty cups with vodka, you let her begin.

Shuhua was good, that was fair. She managed to hit 5 shots in total. But you were on another level: you beat her with 8 shots out of 10 possible.

“That's revenge for Chaeyoungie, you harpy,” you said with a sly smile, watching as she coughed from the burning of the vodka in her throat. You weren't in much better shape, but you had cheated a little by putting less vodka in the cups on your side.

Shuhua was so devastated that she simply retreated back to the circle. Then more opponents came for you, and you beat them all, some by the smallest of margins and others by a huge margin, with Yoon Jeonghan and Somi giving you the most trouble. Rei also showed up to lose, and neither Yujin nor Gaeul dared.

You felt virtually invincible. Everyone around you was impressed, believing that no matter who faced you, you would beat them by landslide.

Until she arrived.

"Well, I'm sorry I took so long," Baek Jiheon said, looking into your eyes, placing her hands on the other edge of the table. "But this is where your unbeaten streak ends, Ezio."

She was backed up by some of her group mates. Meters behind you stood Nagyung, Seoyeon, and Jisun, all looking at you between giggles and saying things to each other.

“How do you know my name?” you raised an eyebrow.

“That cutie over there told me,” Jiheon pointed to Ryujin on your left, who you had beaten a few rounds back. “It’s a cute name.”

“Almost as cute as your smile,” you said.

Jiheon giggled, proving you right by flashing her sunshine smile.

“Nice try, hunk, but you’re not gonna soften me up.”

“Too bad,” you reached out your hand to her. “Please start.”

“Nah. You start. I’m not scared.”

The one who was scared now was you.

The words lingered in your mouth. You rubbed your chin and cheek, then picked up the ball to take your first shot.

You missed.

Everyone broke out into a small cheer and laughed. Jiheon caught the ball and smiled at you.

“What’s wrong, did I make you nervous or something?” Jiheon raised an eyebrow.

She made her shot with a confident flick of her wrist. The ball went in perfectly after two bounces. More cheers for the home team. You took a deep breath and took the vodka shot without a frown.

Focused on not screwing up, you made your shot.

Only to miss again.

The cheers this time confirmed what you already knew: everyone wanted you to lose. It didn’t bother you, rather you understood; you had humiliated them all. You would have wanted you to lose too.

“You’re not so cocky now huh?” Jiheon asked with the ball in her hand.

“No, but you’re too talkative and I’ve only had two attempts.”

Jiheon threw the ball and scored it again, making you curse under your breath. It was going to be a pain, but you could come back, you were sure.

Your next attempt meant your first scored ball. Jiheon took her shot without protest, knowing it was something that could happen. However, you didn't see her as calm when she missed her next ball and you scored yours. Now you were tied.

"You're not so cocky now huh?" you repeated her words in the same tone of voice.

Jiheon hadn't taken kindly to that. Any hint of kindness or amusement in her countenance disappeared, and her gaze focused entirely on the game. She scored her ball, telling you with her eyes to dare to say something else.

You definitely didn't. Instead of giving free rein to your tongue, you focused on trying to get the game through. If you were losing to someone else, you wouldn't have cared less, but Jiheon had gotten on your nerves. It was kill or be killed. Win or win.

You made your next ball, the third in a row. Jiheon clicked her tongue, more focused on making the next ball than taking her shot of vodka. She didn't care about drinking as many times as necessary, she just wanted to beat you.

Jiheon made the next ball and took the lead. 3 to 4 in her favor. There were five turns left for each of you. For the next two you thought you had it all under control, because you made two in a row and she missed two in a row, leaving you 5 to 4.

But everything from there was a disaster. You missed the last three, and she made them all, in a comeback that when completed made everyone erupt in a tidal wave of cheers that made you feel like Roberto Baggio in the 1994 World Cup final against Brazil. Just like him, you died standing up.

Jiheon went to celebrate with her group mates, while you just stood there with your arms akimbo and your gaze lost in the cups. Part of that was because you were dead inside, but a lot of it was the fault of all the alcohol you had put into your body in such a short time. Or rather, that Jiheon had made you put in.

You expected one of the girls to come and comfort you, but none of them showed up. You didn't even see them in the crowd; god knows where the hell they had gone. It was strange, but you would look for them later. At that moment you just wanted and needed a cigarette, so you took your pack of Marlboros out of the inside pocket of your jacket, put it between your lips and moved towards the dining area that was on the side of the house to light it.

The cigarette wasn't going to make you feel better physically, not exactly. But it was going to help you get over all the stress that the match against that damn woman had caused you. As well as help you get over the dizzy state that the vodka shots had left you in.

“Hey, don’t feel bad,” a voice said to your right. You looked up from your phone to see Jiheon approaching you with her hands on her back. “You fought against all odds. That’s to be admired.”

You chuckled, looking her up and down as she stood in front of you. You leaned back against the wall behind you.

“You came to keep making fun of me or what?” you asked, and took a drag on the cigarette.

“Nah, I already made fun enough by wiping the floor with you just now,” Jiheon took the cigarette from your lips as you brought it back to your mouth. She brought them to hers and took a drag.

“Then what, to take my cigarette away?”

Jiheon giggled, blowing smoke to the side. The contrast of her sunny smile with the cigarette in her hand was funny.

"Close, but no," She took a step towards you. "This is what I came for."

In the blink of an eye Jiheon pressed herself against your body, grabbed your cheek with her free hand and crashed her lips against yours, leaving you as surprised as confused. As the seconds passed you let yourself go, and after wrapping your arms around her waist you reciprocated her kiss.

Jiheon made her intentions clear from the start, attacking your mouth with her tongue and swirling it with yours. The level of alcohol in your body suppressed all remaining decorum in you, so without thinking you lowered both hands from her waist to her ass to squeeze it, finding a pair of round and soft buttocks.

"I could have slapped you for that," Jiheon murmured against your lips.

"And why didn't you?"

"Because you're too fucking hot for me to resist," she replied, giving you more kisses. "You're my type and I love exotic guys."

"Thanks I guess?" you returned the kisses on her lips and right cheek. "You fit my standards pretty well, I must say. That smile of yours melts me."

"Oh yeah? Wait till you feel my pussy from behind then."

"Alright girl, we're going upstairs."

You took the cigarette from her, threw it on the floor to light it out with a stomp, and took her hand to take her with you.

You walked close to the wall, as discreetly as possible so as not to attract too much attention. When you entered the house you did the same, skirting the entire crowd of rowdy people until you reached the stairs that led to the second floor. You quickly climbed them. And once upstairs you decided to go with her into the first room you came across, which was apparently the master bedroom.

When you entered you locked the door behind you, and when you turned around Jiheon threw her arms around your neck to kiss you again.

With your hands on her waist you took a few steps with her until you stood in the center of the room. Jiheon caressed the hair on your neck and slid her hands under the shoulders of your jacket to take it off, letting you grope your ass as much as you wanted. She whimpered against your lips, inviting you to continue touching her.

You lifted the skirt of her short dress and held it around her waist with your forearms so you could give her spongy ass cheeks a good squeeze. Jiheon responded by placing both hands on your chest and then lowering one to the bulge in your pants, which she massaged until hard.

“Oh, you’ve got a nice piece of meat down there,” Jiheon murmured against your lips. “Can I take a look?”

You nodded, and Jiheon got on her knees in front of you to unbuckle your belt, pull down your zipper, and grab both your pants and boxers to slide them down to your heels. Your cock made her jump as it sprang free and hit her face. She smiled, and tightened her fingers around your base to scrutinize your shaft.

"I'm sorry to say that it won't all fit in my mouth," Jiheon said, looking into your eyes as she moved her hand up your cock. "But there's no need."

Jiheon took you into her mouth, lowering her lips until she reached halfway up your shaft. Her pumps started out slow, using her tongue to lick the underside of your cock and her hand to jerk you off at the same time. You gasped, one hand on the back of her neck, watching her as she slowly picked up the pace.

She was right: it wasn't necessary for your entire length to fit inside her mouth. Just a couple more inches than halfway was the most she could take, but it was enough to make you moan and curl your toes inside your shoes.

"You like it?" Jiheon asked, stroking near your tip as she kissed the underside of your shaft and licked it. "Fuck, I can't wait for you to put it all inside me."

"And I can't wait either," you said, and grabbed her arms to pull her to her feet, making her climb onto the bed and onto her hands and knees at the edge, with a perfect, sexy arch of her back. Her dress rose up a little on its own. You just had to give her skirt a little tug forward to make it loose around her waist, revealing Jiheon's surprisingly big and delicious ass. "Look at that… you're hiding a whole cake huh?"

Jiheon folded her hands on top of each other and rested her cheek on them to look at you over her shoulder.

"I'm not a believer in showing off good things, but rather giving them as a privilege," she said, spreading her knees a little further and raising her ass higher, making her pussy lips peek out from the sides of her black panties.

For the first time that night you took off the glove on your right hand, bringing it to her pussy and rubbing it over her panties, which you noticed were slightly wet. Her ass looked like an appetizer, and you couldn't help but get on your knees on the floor, push her panties aside and with your hands on each buttock, sink your mouth into her pretty pink pussy.

"Oh yeah," Jiheon moaned softly, while you licked between her folds and kissed her clit. "I knew that mouth wasn't good for just bragging."

Fuck, were you that cocky a few minutes ago? The compliment made you chuckle, and also gave you the confidence to eat her pussy as well as your own skills would allow.

Jiheon eventually let out more and more cute moans. Indicators of the good job you were doing. Her pussy was delicious. Addictive. And groping those soft buttocks only made you even more feral. But remembering her words, you felt a sudden and uncontrollable need to give both of you what you both craved.

You stood up, and with your saliva-covered cock in hand, you held Jiheon by the waist ready to finally penetrate her.

Until someone tried to open the door.

You and Jiheon turned your necks towards the door and remained paralyzed. Completely silent and even holding your breath. Whoever was on the other side tried to turn the knob once more, and after a few seconds, stopped insisting.

"God, my heart almost jump- oh fuck!!" Jiheon moaned as you took your tip inside her. "I was just talking!"

You held back a smile, biting your bottom lip, watching as your cock was engulfed between her silky, wet folds until it disappeared completely inside her. Jiheon panted, looking at you as you rested with your pelvis pressed as hard as possible against her buttocks.

"Come on daddy, use me," Jiheon purred, leaning up on her forearms. "Fuck me hard."

You wished you could be stronger, but whenever a girl used that damn word on you, you went crazy. It was like turning on several fuses at the same time, and several of them gave you a sudden shot of energy that eliminated every bit of tiredness in your body. With that exquisite sensation running through your veins, you began to fuck her.

Jiheon delighted your ear with her soft, cute moans as you pumped your hips all the way back and then all the way in, hands on her ass cheeks squeezing and rubbing them in circles. Her pussy felt warm. Silky in every right corner. And it made you gasp with every pump.

Seconds passed and you turned up a gear or two. Jiheon's ass now jiggled with every thrust, and her moans often turned into whimpers of pleasure. You lowered your hands to her waist, leaving them there for a moment before sliding your right hand inside her dress and into the middle of her back. Then you started going really hard, making the bed shake.

"Yes yes yes!" Jiheon whimpered, her face pressed into the mattress. Her hands crumpling the sheets beneath them. "I love that daddy don't stop!"

A little less than a minute later you made her cum. Jiheon squirmed in pleasure, reaching out a hand to grab one of the pillows and hit it with her fist. You continued to fuck her with slow pumps, and when her orgasm passed, you changed her position. On her side now, legs drawn up. She kicked off her heels, while you kicked off your shoes and left your piled-up pants and boxers behind to climb into bed with her.

Jiheon shifted further towards the center of the bed, giving you room to kneel in front of her and take your cock back inside her. You both moaned. And you, with one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, returned to the frantic, rough pace. A few moments later you leaned forward and grabbed the back of her neck to kiss her again.

Climax now felt imminent for you too, so you broke away from her lips to look into her eyes.

“I’m gonna cum,” you panted, pounding her pussy. “Tell me where you want it.”

Jiheon looked into your eyes, words caught in her throat and mouth parted between ragged breaths.

“Tell me!” you urged her on, grabbing a handful of her hair.

“Fill me up daddy, please!” she managed to spit out, eyebrows twisted and hands clamped around your shoulders. “I’m on birth control so don’t hold back!”

And gladly you did. A moan left your mouth as with one hard thrust you exploded, spilling spurt after spurt inside Jiheon’s warm pussy with slow thrusts.

“Fuck that feels so good,” Jiheon moaned lowly, both hands on your head, fingers stroking through strands of your hair as you emptied your balls inside her.

You crashed your lips against hers, muffling moans against the other’s mouth. When your climax passed, you straightened your back and pulled out of her to watch as your cum spilled out of her pussy.

"Can I ask for your number?" you asked, panting.

"I was going to give it to you without you asking," Jiheon replied, making her cute little smile return. "Give me your phone."

"Wait, I'll get you something to clean yourself up with."

You climbed out of bed and found the bathroom. Inside you grabbed the entire roll of toilet paper and went back to give it to her. You and she cleaned yourselves up, and got ready to go out again.

"Alright, your phone," Jiheon put her palm out.

You took it out of the phone and gave it to her already unlocked. Jiheon wrote down her number and saved it as Jihoney.

"I'll probably text you tomorrow afternoon. I don't think I'll be up before that," you said.

"Ah don't worry," Jiheon shook her head. "Just do it when you can."

"Cool," you grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a little more kiss. A few seconds later you pulled away. "I'll treat you to lunch on a weekday, if you want."

"I'm free on Wednesday after I get off practice," she replied, hands on your chest.

"Can I pick you up?"

"I think so," Jiheon nodded. "I'll let my manager know."

"Alright," you let go. "Come on. I'm hungry."

You took Jiheon by the hand and walked out of the room. Outside you got another scare.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you guys there," Soyeon said, leaning with her arms crossed against the large window just up the stairs.

Suddenly you felt the embarrassment rise and fall several times, like a broken fair strength game. The last thing you expected was to be caught by one of the party hosts. Not that she seemed upset, but the money to rent that house hadn't exactly come out of your pocket.

"God, were you the one trying to open the door just now?" you asked, as Jiheon and her greeted each other with polite bows.

"No, but it must have been my idiot boyfriend," Soyeon replied, and pointed her thumb towards the other side of the hallway. "They must be over there then."

"They?"

"Yeah. Him and Miyeon. You must have seen them together the whole party."

"Oh, sorry…"

"No, it's consensual," Soyeon pushed herself off the wall. "But that bastard didn't wait for me. So I'll give them a good scare."

“Well, good luck with that,” you bowed, stepping past her to set foot on the first step. “Thanks for the party by the way.”

“Sure, have fun.”

You and Jiheon made your way down the stairs. Down there the party had apparently reached a fever pitch already. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing in groups, playing drinking games, making out, or clowning around. In fact, the beer pong table wasn’t even good for that anymore. Now there were two assholes standing on top of it doing who knows what.

“What are you going to do now?” Jiheon asked.

You checked your phone and were surprised at how early it was compared to what you thought: barely 12:30.

“I think I’ll go to the kitchen to get something to eat,” you said, now looking at her. “If there’s anything left of course. And you?.”

“I’ll go find my unnies,” Jiheon replied, standing on her tiptoes and looking through the crowd. “I have no idea what time we’re leaving.”

“Aight. Good luck with that sweetie,” you grabbed her arm and caressed it affectionately.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later oppa,” Jiheon smiled, and leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek.

Jiheon disappeared into the crowd, and seconds later you saw her walk out into the yard. You went to the right, straight towards the kitchen. As you entered you were surprised to not find as many people as a while ago; there were only four or five people talking.

“Excuse me, please,” you said to NCT’s Doyoung, who was right in front of the fridge.

“Oh, sorry,” he bowed and stepped aside.

As you opened the huge fridge your eyes widened. It was filled with food of all kinds: cheese and sausage boards, ham and cream cheese rolls, stuffed empanadas, cut fruit, among other things. But what made you drool and your eyes shine was a whole ass tiramisu cake. It was your favorite damn dessert, and you were going to eat half of it by yourself if necessary. Yes.

Without any shame you grabbed the whole tray and took the cake out of the refrigerator to leave it on a counter while you looked for a spoon. Then you grabbed the tray, and went to the dining area to find the gratifying surprise that it was free for you to sit alone.

You sat on the right side of the table, and spoon in hand you proceeded to be the happiest man in the world the moment you took the first spoonful to your mouth. Nothing could bring you down from your cloud of satisfaction at that moment. You didn't even feel dizzy from the alcohol anymore. It was your damn peak.

But of course, in a place with so many people, calm was fleeting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a group of boys approaching from the yard, laughing amongst themselves. Not paying attention to them would be the best option.

The boys stampeded into the deck, talking about something about the nice ass of a girl whose name you didn't hear. You thought you'd be spared from having to socialize, but one of them stood next to you.

"Hey man, do you mind if we sit here?" he asked you, speaking to you in English, surely having noticed that you were a foreigner. When you looked up, you met the gaze of Kim Hoonjoong, ATEEZ leader. "We don't want to bother, it's just that we've been standing for a while and our legs hurt."

He was accompanied by Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang and Seonghwa. You had to admit that you were a big fan of them and their music, but you weren't going to show it so as not to make them uncomfortable.

You were pretty calm there by yourself. But aside from the fact that you couldn't refuse because the table wasn't yours, they didn't seem like bad guys.

"Yeah, sure," you nodded. "I can speak Korean, by the way. Do you want cake?"

Fuck, why had you said that? You were too nice sometimes, and that cake was fucking delicious.

"Oh yeah, thanks!" Hongjoong said, sitting next to you. "Yunho, can you get some plates?"

"Sure."

Yunho left to get the plates while the rest of the boys sat down. When he came back you all wolfed down the cake, and well, you had unintentionally made friends.

They turned out to be chiller than you could have imagined. It also helped that you found a very strong common interest, which was football. You were very happy to have that topic of conversation, because since you had arrived in Korea you had never met someone to talk to about it. And so a whole hour passed.

Now you were all drinking at the table, discussing which national football teams were among the greatest in history and which were not. You were leading the conversation at the moment, staunchly defending Spain.

"But how can you say no when they won two Euro Cups in a row and a World Cup in between?" you said with your hands on the table. "That's enough merit!"

"Ezio?" a new voice said to your left, from the other side of the glass door that led to the kitchen. You turned to see Isa standing under the frame, accompanied by Rei and Shuhua. "Where were you all this time?"

You folded your hands on the table and looked at her with a poker face.

"I can ask you the exact same thing," you replied. "Where the fuck did you go while I was playing beer pong out there?"

"We were in the bedroom down here playing charades because your girlfriend wasn't feeling well, remember?" Shuhua replied. You noticed her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol.

"Yeah but I told Hanni to take her to the kitchen. And where the fuck is she by the way?"

"Oh, she stayed in the room," Rei said. "She has a headache."

"And you did something about it?"

"Uh… let her rest?"

"My god," you sighed, bringing your fingers to your temple. "I guess that's enough."

"Are you coming with us or not?" Isa asked.

"Where?"

"Are you stupid?"

"Alright alright I'm going," you said, getting up from your seat. "Hey, see you guys later."

You dapped up each of them. They already had your number, so that wouldn't be the last time you'd hang out together.

"On a scale of one to ten how drunk are you?" Isa asked you as you started walking with them into the living room.

"Uh…" you thought about it for a moment. "Right now, six."

Isa looked at Shuhua and Rei waiting for their answers.

"Seven," Shuhua said.

"Five," Rei said.

"I think seven too," Isa said with a giggle.

"Is that your limit?" Shuhua asked you.

"I'm afraid so," you said, dodging a girl who almost ran into you. "I can't get drunk off my ass; I have to drive."

"Well we don't!" Shuhua said with a laugh.

You stopped inside a small hallway at the other end of the living room where there were two doors on either side. Before entering the one on the right you grabbed Shuhua by the forearm.

"I'm sorry to say that if you want what I know you want I won't let you get that drunk."

"Huh? Why?" Shuhua looked you up and down. "We're celebrating!"

"You choose how to celebrate," you shrugged. "One option is better than another. That's all I'll tell you."

Shuhua looked at you and then at the girls. She seemed to once again realize how good the night could turn out for you, and it was certainly best for her not to protest and throw the opportunity away. Still, she looked annoyed at being bossed around.

"Ugh whatever," Shuhua rolled her eyes and opened the door.

Inside the small room was Hanni, lying down with her head leaning against the backrest and a blanket covering her legs. She had her phone horizontally in her hands, and you could hear her playing something. When you entered she didn't look at you, focused on the screen. Yoon and Seeun were lying next to her. Both asleep. The blonde was hugging the brunette from behind.

"Where the hell were you, man?" Hanni asked you again in English as you took a seat on a single reclining sofa.

"Are you all going to ask me that now?" you replied, and took a sip of the soft drink of vodka you were currently holding. "You guys disappeared."

Shuhua set her drink on a counter under the wall-mounted TV and came to sit on your lap, right on top of your bulge. She pretended to adjust herself just to rub against you. It was obvious she had chosen the good option for celebration.

"If you had really looked for us, you would have found us!" Isa protested, sitting at Hanni's feet on the bed. “Or were you doing something else more important? Huh?”

Shit. She knew.

“When I lost to Jiheon I went to smoke a cigarette and then I made friends with the ATEEZ guys,” you said, hoping it would work. “We were just sitting there and then we went to the kitchen.”

“Oh, someone managed to beat you?” Rei asked, going to sit on Isa’s knee. “She must have been really good.”

“Yeah, really, really good,” Shuhua reaffirmed with her hands on your thighs, looking over her shoulder at you with her back arched. She was blatantly teasing you in front of the other three. Hanni didn’t seem to give a damn tho. “I wonder what she did to do that.”

"She was just better than me. There was nothing special about it," you said, and put your hands on Shuhua's waist.

"Sure?" Isa said, one eyebrow raised. "She has a very cute smile."

"And?"

"You have a weakness for cute smiles," she pointed out. "And don't you dare refute that."

"I wasn't going to, but I don't know how that has anything to do with anything."

Isa sighed.

"Ezio, honey, I looked everywhere for you and you weren't there. You're just delaying the inevitable."

"Then why are you interrogating me?"

"To see how far you'll stretch the lie and see how much we can punish you later."

Hanni frowned and looked away from her phone when she heard the word 'punish'. She looked at you and held back a laugh; she knew you were cooked.

"Uhm…"

"If you confess now we won't be so harsh later," Rei said, and took a chocolate bar that Hanni had passed to her.

Suddenly you were backed into a corner. What the fuck were you supposed to say? The chivalry in you didn't make it easy to confess such a thing, but you felt like you had no choice. Damn, what a fucking pain.

You let out a tired breath.

"Yeah, I had sex with her," you said. "Happy?"

Isa smiled from ear to ear and gave small claps.

"Just what I wanted to hear," she said, and cocked her head. "It wasn't that hard, was it?"

"Look on the bright side, you earned a little mercy," Shuhua said before standing up. "Hey, let's go outside. It's fun out there."

Isa turned to look at Hanni.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Hmmm," Hanni turned off her phone and laid it face down on her chest. Her gaze was lost for a moment. "I think so."

"Come on then!"

Isa walked over to her and helped her stand up. Hanni wobbled as she got out of bed.

"Shit," Hanni cursed under her breath. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Alright, then let's let the lovebirds sleep," Isa said, before everyone headed outside.

From that point on, everything went downhill.

It was funny, because you didn't really consider yourself a social butterfly. But by 3:30 in the morning, you were sure you had talked to every single person in that house, whether by choice or by chance. And you would never have expected the array of new friends you have made.

The girls behaved and maintained a normal level of drunkenness. Even Hanni, who didn't really have to stay lucid at all, preferred not to go crazy over having fun with y’all. You couldn't say the same for some of the other people close to you. Minji was completely shitfaced, staggering every three steps and drowsy. Yuqi, who you'd also been chatting with for a while, was the kind of drunk who got unbearable and was annoying half the world along with Kep1er's Xiaoting. And for that matter, Yujin and Gaeul were lying on the main couch in the living room, both fast asleep after having overindulged in alcohol.

You, for your part, weren't even drinking anymore. You had another long, hour-long drive to your place ahead of you, and you wanted to be as sober as possible to avoid trouble. The last thing you wanted was to be randomly pulled over by the police and given a huge fine for driving under the influence.

"Honey, can you accompany me to the bathroom?" Isa asked you. By now you were standing in the yard, near the railing overlooking the hill. "I don't want to go alone."

"Yeah, sure, let's go."

Isa took your hand, and you walked with her into the house. The crowd had thinned out since a good number of people had left not too long ago, so you didn't have to weave through so many groups of people to get to the bathroom, which was right across from the room where Yoon and Seeun were sleeping.

You had already taken out your phone to check IG while you waited outside for Isa, but when she opened the door, she grabbed your jacket and pulled you inside with her. Before you could protest, Isa pinned you against the closed door and grabbed your face to crash her lips against yours.

Her hands quickly slid to your neck, then your shoulders, then down your chest until one of them rested on your cock. Your hands also ran over her fleshy, perfect body, lingering in each of your favorite places until you ended up at her ass. Isa squeezed your cock harder and moaned against your lips.

"You haven't paid attention to me all night, just so you know," Isa murmured against your lips. "Did you forget it was me who brought you here?"

"I haven't forgotten, Chaeyoung," you retorted, groping her ass. "But we were both busy with our own things."

Isa chuckled and bit your lower lip. A little harder than usual.

"Yeah, sure," Isa unbuttoned your pants with one hand and reached inside your boxers to grab your cock. "On top of that, you were inside that slut with the pretty smile before me."

"You're a slut with a pretty smile too," you smiled, and lifted her dress to give both of her buttocks a spank with each hand. Isa groaned.

"But I haven't felt your cock fill my pussy tonight," Isa moaned. "My pretty, warm, wet pussy."

"God, we're going home," you decided immediately. "Go wake up the girls. I'll go get Shuhua and Rei."

"Gladly, daddy."

Isa pulled away and waited for you to rebutton your pants before following you out. She took the opposite door right outside, while you walked out to the living room and then the yard. Shuhua and Rei were still with Hanni, singing How Do You Sleep by Sam Smith because it was apparently that time of night.

You arrived, grabbing Shuhua and Rei by their waists, pulling them against you.

"We're leaving."

"Uh? So soon?" Shuhua asked, as if it weren't already 3:40 in the morning. "Okay."

"It's about time," Rei said, reaching over to grab Hanni's hand. "What are you going to do, unnie?"

Hanni had Minji by the arm, doing her best to keep her from falling to the floor. She looked exhausted, as confirmed by her sigh.

"We'll leave too. Without you, we have nothing else to do here," Hanni said, pulling her phone out of her handbag. "I'll call for someone to come get us."

"I'd take you myself, but I already have five people," you said, grimacing.

"Nah, don't worry," Hanni said, scrolling through her phone. She gestured toward the house. "Let's get going."

"Aight."

The five of you entered the house and then headed outside. Going to the gate, you ran into Isa, along with a newly awakened Yoon and Seeun. When they saw you, they came out and waited for you outside.

"Ready to go?" you asked them, already standing on the sidewalk to cross the street. They nodded. "Aight, let's go."

They all said goodbye to Hanni and started crossing the street. You purposefully stayed back for a moment.

"Hey, it was fun hanging out with you tonight," you said back to Hanni in English, hands in your jacket pockets.

Hanni turned to look at you and curved her lips into a small smile.

"Yeah, same to you," she said. "Even though you've been gone for two hours."

"You're exaggerating."

"I counted them."

"And why did you count them? Eager to see me?"

Hanni opened her mouth to say something and looked away. The night made it almost imperceptible, but you swore her cheeks had colored.

"Whatever, dude," she finally said, looking into your eyes with her head tilted subtly down, making you melt at how cute her gaze was. "Go, Alcoholics Anonymous is calling you."

You smiled without taking your eyes off her, in case she'd stop looking at you so cutely.

"Can I text you tomorrow?"

"You have my number. If you can, you can."

"Is that a yes?"

"Figure it out, dude. I don't have all the answers."

"And coming to my place to play Mario Kart?"

Hanni couldn't help but laugh, avoiding your gaze.

"Wow," she looked up at the sky for a second and then back at you. "That was smooth. I'm in."

We Are The Champions played in your head at full volume. You wanted to do three flips and seven backflips, but on the outside you just showed the same smile.

"When?" you asked.

"Next weekend?"

"Cool!"

"See you later then, Mr. Pepperoni."

You chuckled and started to cross the street.

"Bye, Phampy."

"Phampy?" Hanni giggled.

"I have no idea. It just came to me."

That was the last thing you said to her before getting into your car, grinning from ear to ear.

"Huh?" Isa raised both eyebrows, sitting in the passenger seat. "And why are you smiling like that?"

"Hanni's a good joker," you replied, starting the car. Shuhua and Rei were making a racket in the backseat. Seeun and Yoon already looked exhausted from having to put up with them.

"Yeah, sure she is. Can I put on some music?"

"Whatever."

You started the car and pulled out of your parking spot to drive up the hill, make a U-turn, and drive out of the neighborhood.

The headache that caused you the whole way back with all the noise those three were making. The three of them had agreed to have a mini party and pick possibly the most unbearable songs for that time of night, making you sing along in the process since they knew perfectly well that you knew them.

Yoon and Seeun were already desperate because they just wanted to get to sleep, so when you dropped them off at their dorm, they didn't even say goodbye and just got out of the car. After that, you drove straight to your place, an apartment complex five minutes away.

When you arrived, you parked your car in the underground parking lot and walked with the girls to your building and got into the elevator. You thought they'd wait until they entered your apartment to get a little wild, but not even five seconds passed before they pulled you toward the back wall of the elevator and joined their lips again in another triple kiss, this time sloppier and hotter without the scrutiny of other people.

"My god, you're really horny, aren't you?" you asked, watching the three of them grope each other. Shuhua was massaging Rei's tits. Rei was groping Isa's ass. And Isa was groping Shuhua's ass and running her hands over her lower torso. You tried to join in and grab a bit of the Taiwanese girl's ass, but she slapped your hand away.

"Aniya," Shuhua told you, side-eying you. "You're not going to touch me until I say so. None of the three of us."

"You've got to be kidding."

"That's what you get for fucking another girl before us and lying on top of that," Isa said. Seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and they separated.

Isa, having been there before, took the lead to guide the girls down the hallway. You followed behind, grumbling to yourself. You didn't regret what you'd done, but if you'd known the consequences, you would have thought about it a little more before making a decision. What tormented you the most was the fact that you knew they didn't mind leaving you inactive for as long as they wanted. There was enough sexual attraction between the three of them that they didn't have to rely on a cock for fun, and that was a danger.

Arriving in front of your door, they stepped aside for you to open it, and then they moved you aside again to get in before you. You sighed, closing the door behind you as the girls went straight to your room. When you reached them, they were already undressing each other. Shuhua was untying the straps holding Rei's dress around her neck, while Isa was behind Shuhua, doing the same with the straps of her blouse on her back.

"You're going to undress and sit over there," Isa told you, pointing to a small velvet single sofa next to the desk where your vinyl record player sat. "Get comfortable, daddy."

Reluctantly, you took off your jacket and threw it on the floor. As you walked to the sofa, you also took off your belt, followed by your shoes, your pants, your sweater, and finally your boxers. By the time you sat down and looked at them again, Rei's dress was already on the floor, as was Shuhua's blouse. But you couldn't get a decent look since Isa was blocking your view.

Surely knowing this, Isa slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled it down her entire body until it rested around her ankles. You couldn't get a good look at either Shuhua or Rei, but at least you could see Isa's beautiful ass and her lovely back as she groped Shuhua and kissed her neck.

Isa was quick to also get rid of Shuhua's pants, and as she did, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Shuhua onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist and slipping a hand inside her panties to touch her pussy. Your view was now clearer, allowing you to see the pretty pair of... pierced tits? My god, they were.

Rei's beautiful, curvy body was also on full display before your eyes. Her tits looked delicious under her tight sports bra, as did her firm, round ass and lickable tummy. She climbed onto the bed and went behind Isa, kneeling down, cupping her face and kissing her.

Shuhua moaned softly at Isa's touch, as Isa slid a hand from her waist to one of her breasts to play with it. She then locked eyes with you, looking down for a moment at your erect, throbbing cock as you slowly touched yourself. The way she licked her lips indicated she needed you, but you knew she would be faithful to her dignity first.

Rei unclasped Isa's bra and then slipped her own over her head. Her breasts made your mouth water, as they were just as pretty as you'd imagined and even slightly bigger than they looked over her dress. She pressed them against Isa's back. And slid her hands down the front of her body to pinch her nipples.

Tired of not being able to see anything, Shuhua got off Isa's lap and, like Rei, climbed onto the bed, to be the first to remove her panties and lie down with her head resting on one of the pillows. Once again, your vision was limited, and with a huff, you got up and dragged the couch to the bottom edge of the bed. Now you had a perfect view of everything, including Shuhua's wet pussy as she spread her legs.

Rei noticed Shuhua and lay down beside her. She kissed her, placing a hand between her breasts and sliding it between her legs to touch her pussy. Shuhua wrapped her arms around her neck, moaning against her lips. Isa knew you were watching from the front, so she knelt between the other two to bend forward and pull down her panties so you could salivate over her bare ass and pretty pussy.

Rei's panties were the next to join the small pile that formed in the corner of the bed. Isa lay down behind her, and just like she did to Shuhua, she began to touch her pussy with gentle circles that made Rei moan against Shuhua's lips. Moving there was the best thing you could have done, as you had a perfect view of each pussy. The only thing missing was you there, eating one of the three of them. But you were grounded like a dog in the yard.

Shuhua's moans surfaced as Rei stopped kissing her and focused on bringing her tits to her mouth while she inserted two fingers inside her. She placed a hand on Rei's head and gently stroked her hair, arching her back slightly. Isa knelt down and hooked one of Rei's legs behind her knee to lift her up, lean forward, and plant her mouth on Rei's pussy. Again, you felt like someone had to be pleasuring Isa too, and that someone had to be you. Yet you held back, gritting your teeth as you continued to slowly masturbate.

"Enjoying the view, you lying bastard?" Shuhua asked, being slowly fingered by Rei. "You could be here eating my pussy if you'd used your head to think instead of your cock."

Damn demon. You held back from opening your mouth. You'd take it out on her when the time was right.

Rei began to move her wrist faster when Isa made her moan. She was eating her pussy like it was an expensive dish, one hand tucked under her own body to finger her own pussy since no one else was doing it. The biggest beneficiary of this was Shuhua. Rei's fingers moved in and out faster each time, the palm of the Japanese woman's hand colliding with her pussy. Shuhua's tits were not left unattended, as Rei sucked and licked them even between moans.

"Yeah unnie, keep going, yeah! Just like that!" Shuhua whimpered, one hand on the breast Rei wasn't holding in her mouth and the other on the back of her head. "Mmmgh!"

Shuhua came and her back arched. Her hips bucked, and her pale thighs shook hypnotically. Rei kissed her, and Shuhua grabbed her face to make their lips dance sloppily together. Rei pulled her fingers out of her, and, freshly soaked, brought them to Isa for her to suck.

"God, I've already felt sorry for you," Shuhua said, watching you almost drool as you touched yourself. "I'll be a little lenient with you."

While Isa and Rei remained wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and rubbing each other, Shuhua got up from the bed and walked over to you. She knelt between your legs and placed her hands on your thighs, rubbing them slowly, her eyes on yours and then on your cock.

"You've got a whole piece of meat down here, huh?" Shuhua asked, and made a gesture of kissing your cock, but only ended up exhaling hot breath. She then replaced your hand with her own, moving it at the same speed. "I'd suck you off, but that would be giving you a small victory."

"Don't you think you've gone too far already?" you gasped, with a glimmer of hope. "I get it. I'm sorry."

Shuhua chuckled, and lifted her body to rub the tip of your cock against her pierced nipple. The sensation sent shivers down your spine and made you moan.

"What? Are you going to cry?" Shuhua mocked, moving her body up and down to rub her entire breast against your shaft. "Your actions have consequences. You should know that."

You groaned and let your head fall back. You were about to go crazy.

"I swear to God, I'll go to sleep in the living room if you keep this up."

"Oh, please, don't be such a crybaby." Shuhua sat back on her heels and spat on the hand on your cock before giving you a slick handjob. "You just have to be a good boy and cum once for me. After that, I'll take off your collar."

"I never approved that," Isa said from the bed. Looking up, you saw her on top of Rei in a 69 position. Rei was groping her ass while she ate her out, and you immediately felt envious.

"Well, you'll have to, because I came here to be fucked until I pass out. Not to see him on the verge of tears cause he’s a whiny bitch."

Shuhua teased you again, pretending to take you in her mouth, but in the end, she smiled and stood up to walk around the couch and stand behind you. She pressed her tits against your back, and you shuddered at the cold feeling of her piercings against your skin. Her left arm wrapped around your upper chest, while her right hand returned to your cock to stroke it.

Shuhua leaned closer to your ear.

"Mmm, you'd like to be there with them, wouldn't you?" she asked, pressing herself against you. Her hand moved faster, and she twisted her wrist with each pump. "Maybe fucking Chaeyoungie's face... or sucking Rei-chan's tits."

You moaned, using all your willpower to keep your hands still on the armrests of the couch. On the bed, Isa and Rei ate each other out. Rei had Isa's head trapped between her thighs, and Isa was grinding her ass against Rei's face. Both of them muffled moans against each other's flesh.

"Maybe I could even be jumping on your cock right now," Shuhua giggled, and buried her face in your neck to pepper it with kisses. Her hot breath made you gasp. "My warm pussy needs it as much as you do at this point."

Shuhua's wrist moved faster, her hand sliding up and down your slick shaft with ease. Isa and Rei's moans grew louder, and after a couple of seconds they both came all over each other's mouths. Your cock throbbed as you watched them both writhe in pleasure.

Like a snowball rolling down a hill, you felt your orgasm building rapidly, with that particular tingle concentrating in your lower abdomen and traveling down to your shaft. Your arms tensed, as did your legs. Shuhua must have noticed, because she started moving her wrist so fast it made you catch your breath.

"Come on, cum, daddy..." Shuhua whispered, and that was the final straw for you.

Spurts of cum shot out of your cock, falling in thick drops and staining Shuhua's hand on their way to your base. Shuhua continued moving her hand with the same frenzy, making you moan and writhe desperately as you came. She didn't slow down until seconds later, when only thin drops fell onto her hand.

"My god, you came a lot considering you fucked another bitch a few hours ago," Shuhua said amusedly. She let go of your cock and brought her cum-stained hand to her mouth. "Mmm. Rei-chan! Why don't you come clean up? You kept saying how crazy you were to suck his cock."

Rei, recently orgasmed, pushed Isa off her and, revitalized, got out of bed to quickly go between your legs. She looked at you with those sexy, sleepy eyes, and with her hands on your thighs, the first thing she did was lick the back of your cock from base to tip, collecting all your cum. She did the same with every wet corner of your skin. And as she swallowed every drop, she took your cock and brought it into her mouth.

"Oh god, fucking finally," you gasped, as Rei's full lips moved up and down your shaft, taking almost all of it. She did it gently, knowing you were still sensitive.

Shuhua took your chin and pulled your head back to finally kiss you, after hours and hours of wanting to. The reality exceeded your expectations, as the taste and texture of her lips instantly captivated you. The kiss wasn't subtle; your heads moved from side to side in a fierce exchange of saliva that felt liberating. You reached back and cupped one of her breasts, soft to the touch of your fingers and cold when you played with her nipple. She, in turn, caressed your chest with her hands, rubbing slow circles on your pecs.

Your cock remained hard the entire time inside Rei's mouth, as she made sure to keep it that way with her lethal lips and sensual pumps of her head. She slurped on every inch of your shaft, without a hint of a gag reflex to interrupt her. You weren't watching her, but the noise alone made you completely wild.

"Since you were weak and gave in to him, I want some too," you heard Isa say. The next thing you knew, another pair of lips had welcomed you inside, and you knew they were Chaeyoungie's.

Isa and Rei were now taking turns sucking your cock, each at her own pace and in different ways of driving you crazy. Isa knew what you liked better than Rei did. But it was clear that Rei, even without that knowledge, knew exactly what she was doing and why. She was an expert. Skilled in the use of those perfect lips.

While those two were having fun, Shuhua stood on the side of the chair and climbed over one of the bracers to straddle your abdomen, both thighs firmly positioned at the sides of your waist. You immediately wrapped your arms around her body and brought one of her tits to your mouth. For some, the piercing would have been a nuisance, but for you, it was just one more reason to eat those tits with the hunger they deserved. You didn't forget her ass, of course. You brought both hands to her buttocks to squeeze them, and lowered one of them to touch her pussy. Shuhua moaned at your touch, her arms around your head so you wouldn't move away from her tits.

"Don't even think about him fucking you first," Isa said. "That moron and I have something going on."

There was a moment of silence in which the only sounds you could hear were Rei sucking your cock, Shuhua moaning, and your kisses on her tits. Suddenly, you heard Isa from the bed:

"Daddyyy..." Isa called to you. Peeking under Shuhua's arm, you saw her on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, looking over her shoulder at you. She slowly wiggled her ass from side to side.

You looked into Shuhua's eyes, and she first ran her tongue over your lips before grabbing your face and kissing you again. Only then did she lift herself off your abdomen with a dangerous maneuver over the armband, nearly causing her to fall. She just laughed about it, but it nearly gave you a heart attack.

Rei was still in a small trance over your cock. She didn't seem to notice you wanting to get up, so you gently grabbed her face and made her look at you. You leaned forward.

"Don't worry, pretty," you told her. "You'll be next. Shuhua will be the last because I know it was her idea to punish me."

"HUH?!" Shuhua said, one knee on the bed, about to climb in. "That's not...!"

"Yes, it is, don't believe her," Rei said, her hand slowly stroking your cock. "She and Chaeyoungie convinced me."

"I know they did."

"Snitch!" Shuhua accused her.

You stood up and held Rei's hands to help her stand up as well. She went with Shuhua to join Isa on the bed.

Before joining them, you took a short detour to the desk on the left side of the room. On your bookshelf, you searched through the dozens of vinyl records you had until you found one you felt would be good for the occasion: Love Deluxe by Sade. You carefully took out the vinyl and opened your turntable to gently place it. Then, once you'd put down the stylus, pressed play, and turned up the volume, you went with the girls to the bed.

Purely instinctively, the first thing you did when you got into bed was kneel behind Isa and bend forward, squeezing her buttocks and taking a taste of her pussy that made her moan. For a few seconds, you kissed and licked every corner between her buttocks. Then, you stood up to position yourself behind her, making her spread her knees sideways, and holding her ass up to slowly slide your cock inside her.

"Mmm, fuck daddy…" Isa moaned, your cock disappearing inch by inch between her buttocks. "I wanted this so fucking bad."

Shuhua, to her right, grabbed her face for a kiss. Rei, to her left, was lying on her side with her legs tucked up. She reached up and squeezed Isa's buttock, then spanked her, making her flesh jiggle. Isa rested part of her chest on Shuhua's, pressing their tits together and giving Rei a better angle to grope her ass while you started moving.

Few things made your mind go as crazy as Isa's ass did during doggystyle. Normally, it didn't seem like anything too special, but in that position, anyone could see how truly delicious that piece of meat looked, especially when it jiggled with every thrust you gave.

Isa moaned against Shuhua's lips and pinched her nipples while you pounded her pussy faster and harder. Rei watched with her lips parted, horniness oozing from her pores. From your position, you could see that her pussy was soaked, and that she was curling her toes eagerly, so you lowered your left hand from Isa's waist and brought it to her pussy to touch it. Rei moaned and locked eyes with you as you penetrated her with your fingers.

The sound of Isa's buttocks hitting your pelvis rose and mingled with the music. You added a sharp, stinging spank to the cacophony. Isa whimpered and pulled away from Shuhua's lips to watch over her shoulder as you fucked her. Naturally, whenever she looked at you like that, you were forced to grab a handful of her hair and hold on to it. And she absolutely loved that.

Rei's adorable moans also grew louder as you fingered her wet pussy. She'd stopped groping Isa's ass to focus on herself, grabbing her own breasts and touching her clit. Her head fell onto the pillow as she watched Isa, eager to be fucked like that sooner rather than later.

Luckily for her, after a few seconds Isa stifled a moan and tensed her body as her orgasm exploded. You let go of her hair, and her face fell sideways against the mattress as she pressed her hips toward you, preventing you from moving further as the orgasm was hitting her hard. Seconds later, you pulled out of her.

Rei, knowing she was next, opened her legs wide for you. You knelt in front of her and leaned forward to press your bodies together and kiss her. She moaned against your lips and wrapped her arms around your neck. Her legs caught you as well, and she raised her hips to grind against your cock.

Before giving her the satisfaction she needed, you wanted to indulge yourself first. From her lips, you moved straight to that pair of beautiful Japanese tits, taking each one into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around her nipples, and you sucked them gently as well. Rei tangled her fingers in strands of your hair in the process. And her moans were like music to your ears.

As you filled her tits with your saliva, you grabbed your cock and pressed it against her pussy. Rei gripped your neck, her fingers tightly wrapped around it as your cock slid deep into her tight walls.

"Oh, kimochi..." Rei moaned, looking into your eyes as you filled every corner of her pussy with throbbing flesh.

Shuhua lay down beside you and pulled you in for a kiss. You began to move your hips back and forth, slowly at first so Rei could get used to the sensation. Her pussy was stupidly tight, making you moan against Shuhua's lips. As the seconds passed, you picked up the rhythm, both with your hips and with your wrist, as you were also rubbing Shuhua's clit.

You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Isa lying on her side, one leg tucked in and the other stretched out. One hand was behind her back and between her buttocks, and she was slowly fingering herself with it. Her lustful gaze urged you to go faster. Harder. To be the animal you always were with her.

You broke the kiss with Shuhua and straightened your back, grabbing Rei's thighs and pressing them back. You instantly went faster. Rei's tits now bounced with each thrust; Shuhua took the right one in her mouth, and you squeezed the left.

"Hmm, that feels so good daddy," Rei moaned, her hands spread wide on the sides of her head. She had no intention of moving. A very characteristic attitude of a submissive girl who just wanted to be dominated. "Mmmgh! Sugoi!"

Shuhua was also lying on her side, and you took advantage of the fact that her entire buttock was exposed to give her a hard spank that reverberated through the room. She squealed and glared at you.

"You better do that and more when you're fucking me," Shuhua hissed. "I won't accept anything less."

Isa then hugged Shuhua from behind and lowered her hand to the Taiwanese girl's pussy while kissing her neck and shoulders Shuhua turned around and wrapped her arms around her. They both tangled their thighs together and began rubbing each other, their lips pressed together in a sloppy, messy kiss.

With Rei now your main focus again, you grabbed her legs and brought them together, resting each of her heels on your shoulders. Then you leaned forward, placed your hands on the mattress, and pressed Rei's thighs against her torso with your chest. Now you were thrusting up and down. Not exactly fast, but hard and deep, making the bed shake. Rei covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, the last thing she did before arching her back and cumming all over your cock.

"Mmmgh my god!" Rei squealed. When she opened her eyes, they were watering. She took her hand off her mouth as she writhed beneath you. "You're very good at that, daddy... but I need you to fuck my ass."

"Your ass?" You raised an eyebrow, panting.

"Y-yeah!" she nodded, still a bit shaky. "When you spanked me earlier I went so crazy. I think I even wet my panties at the thought of you fucking my ass."

You released her legs and hovered over her, placing kisses on the corner of her lips.

"I promise to pamper you as much as you want," you murmured. "But if I do it right now, Shuhua will kill me."

"But do you have lube?" Rei asked.

"Uh... I think so. Do you want to look for it while I take care of Shuhua?"

"Where is it?"

"On the same desk where the record player is. In one of the drawers."

Rei nodded, and you moved off her to lie behind Shuhua, who groped every corner of Isa's body while being fingered by her. She didn't notice your presence until you pressed your chest against her back. In response, she pushed her hips back and rubbed your cock between her buttocks. You immediately took your shaft in your hand, guiding it between them and sliding it into her pussy.

"Mmm, you finally deigned to do it, damn it," Shuhua murmured after a small moan. She brought her right hand to your neck to hold on to it. She had Isa draped over her left arm, which she wrapped around her. Your cock reached the bottom of her pussy a couple of seconds later. You both moaned. "Fuck. It feels so good."

And it did. Shuhua's pussy was warm and silky. It caressed your cock from all sides with those soft walls, making you stay still just to prolong that first exquisite sensation a little longer. You started to move when Shuhua turned her head to kiss you, one hand on her waist.

Shuhua lifted one thigh and rested it on Isa's body, who continued rubbing circles around her clit. Isa lowered her body just a little to lick and suck on Shuhua's tits, moaning against them. She also moved her hand a little further between your legs and gently grabbed your balls to squeeze them.

"You remember what I told you, right?" Shuhua asked against your lips. "Go hard, idiot. Fuck me hard. Take my breath away. Use me."

"My god girl, stop being such an impatient whore," you growled.

Rei joined you again on the bed, on the side where Isa was. The small bottle of lube was in her hand. She had Haewon to thank for that. Haewon had forced you to buy some for your first sexual encounter, which, in her words, was just a quality test to see how well Sully ate.

Rei set the bottle aside and lay down next to Isa, her face next to her ass and her feet next to her head. She spread her buttocks with her hands, and without warning, she started eating her again. Isa moaned and looked over her shoulder, unable to move in that position but not bothered by it.

You, meanwhile, rose to kneel in front of Shuhua. Fulfilling her request, you went harder. Shuhua's body was absolutely wonderful, a deliciously pale and smooth work of art that enjoyed just the right amount of flesh in every possible corner. Just holding her waist while fucking that beautiful, warm pussy felt like having your hand on a cloud. And not just her waist. Her breasts also felt amazing under your hand, especially her buttock when you squeezed it beneath your fingers.

"You call that going hard?" Shuhua moaned. She had one hand clamped around your left wrist. The other was crumpling the pillow beneath her head. "D-don't make me fucking laugh."

Your hand moved from her breast to her neck, fingers now tightly wrapped around it. Your squeeze made Shuhua moan, and she took her hand off the pillow to now hold onto that wrist. Her cheeks colored almost instantly, and her pussy clenched around your cock. That was what she wanted, you could tell from her eyes. But you had the feeling she needed more.

[butchesanddykesandqueersohmy]

While I absolutely love how evocative the imagery OP painted; genuinely, it's really well written,

but I'm like not entirely sure it's based in any historical reality

Like obviously those uniforms exist but it's the putting of those uniforms on a battle field, that's not what they were for, they were for specific type of folks and usually for specific occasions.

I'm too ill to do the proper research right now but I'm pretty sure that the average soldier wasn't wearing extravagant gold and silver embroidered and appliqued uniforms.

cos the generals and higher ups etc (the ones likely to wear the kind of more decorative uniforms like the ones above) were rarely the ones being sent off to be killed.

Like those jackets all have SO much work that's gone into them, I wouldn't think they'd be able to afford how expensive they'd be,

because as far as I remember right now it's a relatively modern thing that armies generally provide their members at all levels uniforms; traditionally everyone just kinda bought their own uniforms and so the average soldier absolutely cannot have afforded the materials never mind the tailor for jackets like that.

I feel like @dykepuffs might have some fun talking about the specifics of the jackets or tailoring more generally

i really do love those military jackets with embroidery that resembles a gilded ribcage they serve sooooooo much thanatological cunt it's unreal. the memento mori of it all. the bastardised martyrdom. the self-fulfilling prophecy of dressing yourself in silver and gold evoking the final, fragile shield between the most vital, vulnerable parts of you and annihilation, just to go to a place where the objective is to hack it to pieces as cruelly and efficiently as possible until you resemble nothing more than ground meat trodden into the dust you came from. fuck the military for real and forever but they went harder with horrifically ironic self-deceiving propaganda than anyone ever has or will. give it up for the old lie everyone!

[kkusuka]

i would love to be john price's (141's) little bird.

(afab reader, you're lowkey a housewife, g/n pronouns, this was also a lot longer than i meant it to be-1.2k words- and i also wrote it entirely in class)

just the cute little thing he comes home to after long missions; ready to give him anything he needs to fully enjoy his time at home. barefoot and wide-eyed waiting for your bear of a husband to return from his long hard mission, keeping him fed and fucked as much as he needs. and he just loves you so much-- so much that he needs to show everyone how good you are for him.

it's not like he sets out to rub it in, but when his sergeant mentions not having anyone waiting for him at home-- john just can’t help but invite him over, you always talk about how much you love taking care of him, adding another man shouldn't be a problem! and what kind of captain would he be if he didn't take care of his subordinates?

and you aren't complaining! you love when john lets you see into his job! and gaz is just so sweet, saying please and thank you, offering to help clean the dishes, and politely refusing any leftovers even when you all know he has no food to go back to. so, you just have to keep inviting him over, night after night. and he's so good at conversations, even when he and your husband talk with all their military jargon, he makes sure you understand all of it; you just want to keep him in your house forever! so you kind of do…

you can't imagine making him go all the way home to his cold and dark apartment, it's so far and you know he's tired from his month of constant action-- so suddenly kyle has a bedroom set up right next to yours (close enough to hear how john thanks you for being so good to his sergeant, and just maybe a hand goes down below his waistband) a fully stocked bathroom and a place to put his shoes when you all come back your occasion dinners out. (they're dates, you don't think it but they do)

but kyle is not a man so stay silent about his blessings. you're too nice, too pretty to not tell soap about-- and trust john isn't going to complain, and he knows that you won’t either. 'the best roast i think i've ever had' and 'knows exactly how to make a man feel at home' and soap is not one to stray from his desires.

so you end up with your boys, and a bubbling scotsman in your dinning room with no warning. and you're upset, no one told you that you had to make more food and now there isn't enough to give everyone your usual heaping portion- and there is no way you're letting anyone go hungry in your home!

so you end up bouncing around the kitchen, trying to whip something up before the main course finishes in the oven and who but soap offers to help you out! he's got a hand on you at all times (two on your waist when you're chopping the onion, he just wouldn't know what to do with himself if you got hurt making him dinner. so he has to hold you steady, he has to run his hands over your hips keep you stabilized-- don't think too much into it, just stay focused on chopping bonnie)

and soap knows that he can talk for hours, but he can't help it when your eyes light up when he mentions his childhood in scotland and his missions around the world. and your small flinch and frown when he talks about getting hurt. their lass just can't help but worry about them. he just can't stay away from his captains sweet bird-- not when you send him off with a steaming pile of leftovers and a tight hug (pressed against him as hard as you can because you don’t want him to go)

johnny, a man to brag, never shuts up about how it took kyle three months to get a room but it only took him two. (sometimes when he comes back from the bathroom in the morning he can see into your room as you're getting ready. and he doesn't mean to do it but your panties are his favorite shade of blue and they look so amazing on you-- he wants to see them up close so bad.)

and so he tells ghost of all his troubles- unasked and randomly the next time they got sent out. and does ghost really care about johnny's playground crush on their captains bird? yes. how had he been left the only one not getting home cooked meals after being sent out? is he going to say anything about it?

not a chance.

so it takes a little while before the final place at your dinner table to be filled. but after a particularly grueling mission (and already wishing to come over), ghost is finally convinced he belongs with the rest of his team.

and you've never been happier to make extra food; you've been hearing for months about the illusive fourth man of your husband's battalion but having him stand in your kitchen with a cute little store bought dessert was certainly worth the wait. ( 'Ah didnae ken ye liked pink that much, lt' 'it was all they 'ad, can't show up empty 'anded, johnny')

and is he a little awkward and standoffish, of course-- years of military pressure will do that to a man!

and simon is just too sweet, even if he doesn't know it. he's pulling your chair out for you, and running out in the rain to collect the mail that you'd forgotten all about. he even lets you drag him to the grocery store during your weekly trips. (it's not dragging, he'd follow you into the pits of hell if you'd asked him too so the grocery store is really not a big deal.)

everything is just so perfect when all of your the boys are all in the house together!

and suddenly everything in life makes sense again. that plate that you can never reach on the highest shelf in the kitchen, a body is pressed against you as simon leans over you to grab it leaving you with a squeeze to your hip and red face. the gossip that your husband just never understood in the way he should is studently being told to kyle over coffee every morning as your other boys roll out of bed. the soap opera that you rope johnny into watching every thursday night becomes facemasks and wine time.

and john just loves it. he just loves you so much; loves the way you smile at kyles flirting, loves how you cuddle up to johnny on the couch, loves how you let simon hold you so close when you make his tea in the morning, and he just loves teasing you about it. (teasing? yes. making you face the fact that you want your husbands men to run a train on you like a whore. also yes.)

i wanna keep going but i have to let it end at some point

[dailymothanon]

My TFP Soundwave ramblings (be warned cuz there are many words)

I was gonna draw today but the prospect of it felt overwhelming for some reason so instead I’m just gonna talk about TFP Soundwave’s alt mode (a UAV/ reaper drone) just cuz I was reading about it and I like how I could link stuff between how he is and how reaper drones are.

So basically, one of the first things I wanna mention is that reaper drones/UAVs are unmanned aerial vehicles (given the whole “drone” thing and what UAV even means) but to me that just sorta makes sense for Soundwave in regard to his more.. Unsettling, robotic/alien-like behavior and movements? As well as his silence and usual distance from the front lines and his lack of showing face/(social?) detachment from like everyone else other than Laserbeak (don’t ask, it just makes sense to me). Reaper drones were also made to work at first only in intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance roles; but eventually additionally a hunter-killer role which you can kinda see in Soundwave’s character in the show (my best example is the scene where he retrieves Laserbeak from Ratchet, super cool creepy behavior from him, just waiting for something or someone to make any noise or any movement). When he has a mission, he’s most definitely getting it done, he stalks and lurks and takes action when the time is just Right; he’s very pinpoint accurate in Prime. 

Reaper drones were also made to provide “deadly persistence” capability, being able to fly over areas night and day waiting for a target to present itself, or to survey for LONG long amounts of time. Which to me correlates to how he’s able to stand still and do work and wait and listen and watch and do everything for So Long as he does in the show (and tolerate Starscream— or like everyone actually for so long 🙄). 

Reapers also utilize satellite communications for command and control (as in, they kinda literally have satellite dishes in them I think that’s what that is?), so that to me also easily parallels Soundwave's abilities with the space bridges and kind of his visor being computer-like as well (and that time he used an. Antenna satellite thing? To look for signals or whatever). They also use other multiple sensors to target and observe, which include optical (high resolution imagery for identification and target acquisition), infrared, and radar systems (enables the drone to locate and track targets regardless of weather conditions or visibility). Which imo links to how Soundwave is described as the “eyes and ears of the decepticons”.

They carry many weapons but I’m not really gonna get into that tbh cuz. Idk. Don’t wanna. Also TFP Soundwave doesn’t fight often anyways and when he does it’s mostly just straight hands (and data cables). And this is as far as my not the most accurate of ramblings most likely but just one I wanted to make because there’s just a Lot from so Little of TFP Soundwave I just love to think about it. Was I geeked out writing this? Maybe, so what 😒

[simplygojo]

Cheater! ⸺ Suguru Geto

author's note ⸺ Wrote a cheating fic!! WHOOPS! lmk your thoughts on this!! I hope you all enjoy cheating on your deadbeat husband with your daughters sexy ass teacher <3 pairing ⸺ teacher!Suguru Geto x parent!reader word count ⸺ 4k content warnings ⸺ 18+ only - mdni!, adultery!, grey morals, reader uses female pronouns, reader has a vagina, fingering, p in v intercourse, nipple play, rough grip?idk, not edited teaser ⸺ "You’re a married woman, after all. You’re loyal, and I respect that. But..." He pauses, his lips curling into a knowing smile, the hint of something far more dangerous in his eyes. "It would be wrong of me to let you leave here tonight without telling you... that you deserve more than this. You deserve to feel wanted, to feel desired." Something inside you snaps.

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Your husband wasn’t always like this.

Or maybe he was, and you just didn’t notice it at first.

There was a time when you believed in the love you shared—the way he used to pull you close without needing a reason, the way he promised that no matter what, it would always be both of you against the world. And for a while, it felt real. Then life happened. Then the baby came.

And slowly, little by little, you started doing everything alone.

At first, it was small things. He worked late, so you handled bedtime. He forgot to grab the groceries, so you took care of it. He stayed home when your child had a fever, but somehow, you were the one up all night, holding them while they cried.

Then, the little things became everything.

You started managing schedules, meals, school functions, doctor’s appointments, PTA meetings—every single thing that kept your child’s world turning.

And your husband? He was there, technically. He existed in the house, he took up space in the bed, but he was more like an afterthought in your life than a partner.

You’d hear other moms talk about how they split responsibilities with their husbands—how he got up for night feedings, how he packed lunches in the morning, how they took turns being the “fun parent” so the other could have a break.

You stopped talking in those conversations.

Because what would you even say?

That your husband doesn’t even know your child’s teacher’s name? That you’ve gone to every parent-teacher night alone for the past three years? That sometimes, when you wake up next to him, you feel more alone than if the bed was empty?

You tried to fix it. You really did. You asked him to come to school events—he always had an excuse. You asked him to help with homework—he’d forget. You asked him if he was happy—he shrugged.

And eventually, you just stopped asking.

Instead, you did what you always did: you handled it.

You got up every morning and made breakfast. You checked backpacks, signed permission slips, scheduled playdates. You listened when your 6 year old came home talking about her day. You made sure they felt loved, seen, safe. You gave them everything you never had.

And you told yourself, this was enough.

You told yourself you didn’t need to feel wanted.

You told yourself you didn’t need someone to look at you the way that he used to.

You told yourself you didn’t need more than this—but you knew that none of that was true. 

The clock ticks past 9 PM. The school halls are eerily quiet now, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights, casting long shadows along the walls. It’s well past the usual time for parent-teacher conferences, and once again, you’re the last parent left.

The usual scenario.

You check your phone for the fifth time—no texts, no calls. Your husband’s absence from this school event doesn’t surprise you anymore, but it still stings in ways you can’t shake. There’s a lingering resentment there, buried beneath the routine, hidden in the cracks of your patience.

You tap your foot against the tiled floor, feeling the exhaustion deep in your bones. It’s been a long day of running from work to school pick-up, to soccer practice, to dinner, to bedtime—only for your husband to still be nowhere to be found. 

He’s present physically, but emotionally? Mentally? Nowhere.

You’ve long since stopped asking him to show up at these meetings, to participate in the day-to-day, to even make an effort. You’ve grown used to doing it all, but some nights, like tonight, the weight of it feels like too much. 

The door to the classroom finally opens.

And there he is. Suguru Geto.

His eyes soften when he sees you standing alone in the hallway. It’s nearly 9:30 now, and he has that gentle look on his face, the one he always wears when he’s speaking with you. There’s a warmth there, but tonight, you can’t help but feel like he’s been watching you for longer than you realize.

"You’re the last one," Suguru says, his voice smooth and calm, as though he’s already made peace with the late hour. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

You offer a tired smile, trying to mask the fatigue that’s clearly weighing on you. "It’s no problem," you say. "I’m just used to it."

He steps aside to let you into the classroom.

The soft glow of the desk lamps and the smell of chalk and paper fill the air as you sit down, the worn-out chair creaking slightly under your weight. Suguru takes his usual spot at the desk, but instead of diving into the paperwork, he looks at you with a level of attention that makes you feel like the only person in the room.

“Everything going okay?” He asks, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of concern. You think he’s been asking you that for weeks now, and for weeks, you’ve given the same nonchalant answer.

“Yeah, just the usual,” you reply, keeping your gaze steady on the desk in front of you. “Busy. You know how it is.”

Suguru nods, but his eyes don’t leave you. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes you feel exposed, like he sees more than just the tired mom who’s barely holding it together. He watches you as if he’s picking up on the subtle cracks in your composure, the ones you’ve been trying to hide for so long.

“I’ve noticed,” Suguru says, his voice steady, yet his eyes seem to soften with understanding. “You’re here for every parent meeting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your husband at one.”

You stiffen slightly, but not enough to make it obvious. Of course, Suguru would notice. He’s always been observant, always so aware of the details. He’s never commented on it before, but the fact that he does now makes something inside you ache.

Your gaze flickers to the side, focusing on anything but him.

“Well,” you start, your voice quieter than usual, “he’s always… busy with work.”

Suguru’s gaze doesn’t falter. “I get it,” he says, his voice even, but there’s a knowing look in his eyes. "Work can be demanding."

You feel a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, and you try to laugh it off. “Yeah, it’s just... me, really. I handle everything at home, too.”

There’s a long pause as Suguru silently assesses you. His eyes narrow slightly, not in judgment, but in a way that makes you feel seen. Really seen.

“You’ve been doing it all alone for a while, haven’t you?” He asks it softly, like a statement more than a question.

The words hit you harder than you expected. You swallow, the pressure in your chest growing heavier. It’s not like you haven’t noticed it yourself. You’ve been doing this on your own for a while now—balancing everything, carrying the weight of your family’s responsibilities while your husband remains detached. But hearing Suguru say it, hearing him acknowledge it, makes you feel more vulnerable than you care to admit.

You nod slowly, avoiding his gaze as your throat tightens.

"Doesn’t seem fair, does it?" Suguru continues, his voice still calm, but his eyes darken ever so slightly, an intensity that wasn’t there before.

You don’t know how to respond. All you can do is sit there, feeling the weight of his words hang in the air between you.

“Sometimes, people don’t realize what it means to be present,” Suguru murmurs, his tone laced with something more than just professional concern.

And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave someone to acknowledge the effort you’ve been putting in—to see you as more than just a mother, more than just someone who’s keeping everything together by sheer force of will.

The silence stretches between you two, but Suguru doesn’t look away. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re on the verge of saying something that you definitely shouldn’t.

The weight of Suguru's gaze is palpable, drawing you in like a magnetic force. For the first time, you're not looking for validation from the outside world, from your husband or anyone else. You’re looking at him, and his presence seems to fill the entire room, suffocating yet somehow liberating.

"Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, all of it. The constant doing, the giving... but it’s never enough. It feels like I’m just... waiting. For someone to notice. For someone to... care."

Suguru’s expression shifts, and he leans in just slightly, as though he’s pulled by some invisible thread. There’s something in his eyes that’s far from the calm teacher you’ve known. It’s deeper, darker—filled with a quiet understanding that makes the air between you both thick with unspoken emotions.

"You deserve more than that," he murmurs, his voice low, almost intimate. “You deserve someone who sees you. Not just the mother, not just the wife. But you.”

You take a shallow breath, feeling the rush of emotions swirl inside you. 

You’ve heard those words before, but from him, they hit differently. The way he’s looking at you, the way his words seem to reach right inside you, it’s too much to ignore.

Without thinking, your gaze flickers down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. And you see it then—the shift. The barely perceptible tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders tense as if he’s fighting some invisible current pulling him toward you.

You stand abruptly, the sudden movement shaking you from the haze of desire that had slowly clouded your mind. Your pulse races in your ears, and you feel a rush of heat flood your face, the intensity of the moment unsettling you.

You attempt to gather yourself, your mind a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions. 

“Is there... anything my daughter needs to work on—uh, outside of school?” You ask, your voice lacking the usual certainty, the question tumbling out awkwardly as if to distract yourself from what’s happening between you.

Suguru stands slowly from his chair, the chair legs scraping against the floor as he glides around the desk with measured steps, his gaze never leaving you. Every movement of his feels deliberate, calculated, and yet somehow fluid, like he’s in complete control of the space around you.

He comes to stand directly in front of you, just close enough that his presence fills the air, thick and charged with an undeniable tension. 

You can’t help but notice the way his body moves, the subtle power in the way he stands, shoulders broad, chest rising and falling in time with his deep, steady breaths.

“Your daughter?” Suguru repeats, the corners of his lips curling up slightly as he leans in just enough for you to feel the heat of his breath against your skin. “You’re not really thinking about her right now, are you?”

You want to pull away, to say something, anything that could snap you out of this, but his presence is overwhelming, and your body betrays you with every passing second.

"I..." you try to say something, anything to pull yourself together, but the words falter in your throat. The part of you that knows better, the part of you that remembers you’re married and committed to someone else, is struggling to assert itself. 

But the other part of you, the one that’s been ignored for so long, is screaming to be heard, to finally feel seen, to be touched like how he could touch you, to have someone care.

Suguru watches you carefully, sensing the internal conflict as his fingers twitch at his sides. He takes a small step closer, his hand brushing against your arm just lightly enough to send a ripple of heat through your skin.

"I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do," he says softly, his voice almost a caress. 

You notice the way his body towers over yours, his broad chest just inches from yours, making you feel small in comparison. The warmth of him radiates against your skin, and it’s hard not to notice how much bigger and stronger he is than you. 

The sharp, intoxicating scent of his cologne wraps around you like a blanket, mingling with the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to him, adding a dangerous edge to the allure of his presence. 

It’s impossible to ignore how every inch of him feels commanding, even in the way he stands so close to you.

"You’re a married woman, after all. You’re loyal, and I respect that. But..." 

He pauses, his lips curling into a knowing smile, the hint of something far more dangerous in his eyes. "It would be wrong of me to let you leave here tonight without telling you... that you deserve more than this. You deserve to feel wanted, to feel desired."

Something inside you snaps.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, the loneliness, the months—years—of feeling like you married a bum who couldn’t give a damn about you. 

Or maybe it’s the way Suguru is looking at you now, those sharp dark eyes, like he already knows how this is going to end, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, you’re in each other’s space, the tension breaking like a dam. 

His mouth is on yours, firm and demanding, swallowing the sharp, needy gasp that escapes you as his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your fingers find the front of his black button-up, fisting the fabric like it’s the only thing anchoring you to reality. His lips part against yours, a low sound vibrating in his throat when you arch into him.

His hands are everywhere—on your waist, your back, sliding down to your hips, fingers pressing in like he needs to memorize the feel of you beneath them. He walks you backward with slow, deliberate steps, forcing you to move with him, until the edge of his desk digs into the backs of your thighs.

A sharp inhale is all you manage before he lifts you effortlessly, his hands gripping your hips as he hoists you onto the desk.

He steps between your legs, crowding you, his breath hot against your lips. His hands spread over your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he tugs you forward, drawing you closer with a grip that’s firm, possessive. 

One hand drifts upward, sliding to the back of your neck, his fingers curling there as he tilts your head back slightly, deepening the kiss with a slow, consuming hunger.

“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough, thick with something dangerous. “Someone to take care of you for once?”

You nodded weakly in response, your breath hitching as you let his mouth roam yours.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, and the low groan he lets out makes heat pool deep in your stomach. He presses himself between your legs, the firm drag of his body against yours making you gasp into his mouth.

Suguru breathes against your lips, his voice a low rasp as he rolls his hips into yours, just enough for you to feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

A soft whimper slips past your lips before you can silence it, your nails grazing his scalp as you clutch him closer. 

His response—a low, guttural mix of a groan and a growl—rumbles against you, sending a sharp jolt of heat through your body.

One of his hands slides up your thigh, slow and deliberate, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin until he reaches the hem of your skirt. His touch is light, teasing, his fingertips barely skimming beneath the fabric before he grips the material and pushes it up, baring more of you to him.

"You’ve been running yourself ragged, haven’t you?" Suguru murmurs, his lips moving to your jaw, trailing heat along your skin as he speaks. "Taking care of everyone else while no one takes care of you."

His other hand stays firm at the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants you as his lips drag lower, grazing over your pulse point before he nips at the sensitive skin just enough to make you gasp.

His fingers, deft and sure, find the first button of your blouse. He flicks it open with ease, then another, and another—each one undone with deliberate precision, as if savoring the act of peeling away the layers you’ve hidden beneath for so long.

"And all this time," he continues, his voice like silk laced with something darker, "you’ve been aching for someone to touch you like this."

You should push him away, should tell him this is wrong, but when his teeth scrape lightly against your throat and his fingers slide higher, your resolve shatters completely.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, though his grip on you says he already knows you won’t.

Instead, you tilt your head back, baring your throat to him in silent invitation. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest as his hand finally finds the heat between your legs, fingers pressing against the thin fabric covering you.

As he pops open the final button, the fabric parts, slipping from your shoulders as he slides the blouse down your arms, letting it pool behind you on the desk. 

His gaze darkens as he drinks you in, his thumb brushing against the newly exposed skin, tracing slow, lazy circles over your collarbone before dipping lower.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he feels how soaked you already are. His fingers flex, teasing over the damp fabric, and when you arch into his touch, he exhales a shaky breath. "You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?"

Your hips jerk instinctively, chasing the friction, but he pulls his hand back just enough to keep it out of reach.

"Be patient," Suguru murmurs, his lips brushing your ear as he presses down even further on your panties. "I’m going to make this so fucking good for you."

And when his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding your bare skin, you realize—he’s going to ruin you.

A shaky breath stutters from your lips as he works you open, his fingers sinking deeper, curling just right. The sensation is almost too much, a slow, aching pleasure that makes your stomach tighten, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Does this feel good..?" He breathes against your mouth, his voice laced with something tender, something reverent. "Because you fuckin’ deserve it."

You barely register his other hand moving until you feel the warmth of his palm smoothing up your stomach, then higher, slipping beneath the lace of your bra. His thumb drags over your nipple, a soft, teasing brush that sends a shudder rolling down your spine.

You gasp into his mouth, your body arching into him as his fingers press deeper inside you, a slow, deliberate stroke that has your thighs trembling around his waist.

His fingers curl just right, pressing into that sweet, aching spot inside you, and the cry that leaves you is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you deeper, his tongue sweeping over yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

The slow, insistent roll of his fingers inside you has you spiraling, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and when his thumb finds your clit, circling with just enough pressure, your breath stutters, a choked whimper slipping past your lips.

His thumb strokes over your nipple again, this time pinching lightly, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, and the sensation sparks through you like a live wire. Your hands clutch at his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as a sharp gasp escapes you. 

The dual sensation—his fingers working you open with slow, deliberate strokes while his other hand teases your breast—has your body arching into him, desperate for more.

Suguru chuckles, low and pleased, his lips brushing against your jaw. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, giving your nipple another slow roll between his fingers before soothing the sting with a warm, open-mouthed kiss against your throat.

Your head tips back against the desk, thighs trembling around his waist. “Suguru—” you gasp, a desperate plea wrapped in his name.

He groans in response, the sound low and wrecked, vibrating against your skin. His fingers retreat suddenly, leaving you empty, and you whimper at the loss. But before you can protest, he’s shifting, straightening up between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs caressing the side of your cheek, his voice thick and warm against your kiss-swollen lips. His fingers find the waistband of your underwear, hooking into it as he tugs the fabric down, his knuckles brushing against your thighs as he bares you to him.

His dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, filled with something deep, something hungry—but there’s tenderness there too, something almost reverent as he takes you in.

His hands smooth over your thighs, parting them further as he shifts between them, his own clothes rustling as he undoes his belt, his zipper—getting ready to help you where you need him most.

“‘M gonna take care of you,” he promises, low and fervent, his fingers curling around your thighs, hiking them up just a bit as he lines himself up. "Gonna make you feel so fucking good."

And then—he pushes inside, stretching you, filling you, tearing a gasp from your lips as your fingers claw at his shoulders.

His mouth finds yours again, swallowing your moans, his pace already deep, deliberate—like he’s set on making you feel every inch of him, making sure you know exactly what it means to be wanted.

Suguru’s grip tightens on your thighs as he lifts them higher, angling you just how he wants, and then—he drives into you, deep and unrelenting. 

Every roll of his hips knocks the air from your lungs, every deep, deliberate thrust sends another ripple of heat cascading through you.

You can barely think, barely breathe, your mind foggy with the heady mix of desire and disbelief—disbelief that this is happening, that you let it happen, that it feels so impossibly, devastatingly good.

Suguru groans low in his throat, his grip tightening, his fingers pressing bruises into your thighs as he holds you exactly where he wants you, giving you exactly what you needed. 

His lips brush against your jaw, his voice dark and hushed when he murmurs, "Not so bad for a parent-teacher meeting, hmm?"

The desk creaks beneath you, the sharp edge digging into your back, but you barely register it over the heat flooding your veins, over the way he stretches you, fills you, drags pleasure from you with every purposeful thrust.

Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation. His name spills from your lips in a breathless gasp, your body arching into him, chasing more, more, more—

"That's it," he murmurs, voice rough, almost reverent. "Taking me so well."

His hands pull your legs even further up, deepening his angel, holding you open as he moves harder, faster, his breath hot against your cheek. The sharp, rhythmic press of him inside you has you unraveling, pleasure curling tight in your core, so close you can taste it, so close you can feel yourself slipping—

And then?

Well.

You never complained about going to parent-teacher meetings alone again.

a/n ⸺ I may or may not already have half of a choso version drafted if anyone wants to see that PLS LET ME KNOW

[glittering-darmallon]

My Rooks Part 1.: Valrys Ingellvar and Canelo de Riva

Questionnaires behind the break

Valrys Ingellvar

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Nevarra City. However, they were likely born somewhere in the Deep Roads from Orzammar to Nevarra, but they have no way of knowing.

2: What is your character's alignment? Neutral Good

3: Race and class? Dwarf Warrior

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? Does this mean where in the Lighthouse? They'd have picked up and relocated that mirror of transformation first off. They'd also likely set up shop on the second floor of the laboratory. It looked like there was enough space up there for a dwarf sized bed.

5: What emotion did they usually pick? Affable.

6: What companion are they platonically close with? Their best friends in the Veilguard were Emmrich and Taash

7: Romantically close with? Lace Harding (somewhere in the background proud cries of "That's my wife!" can be heard)

8: Who are they suspicious of? In the Veilguard? None of them. They consider them all like family. They are the kind of person to give benefit of the doubt at first. But once you lose their trust, it is gone forever. They were and are still a little suspicious of Morrigan

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? Yes, very much. They love each and every Mourn Watch member, especially their chosen parental figure VORGOTH and loves Myrna like a little sister

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope. Not only that, they can't carry a tune to save their life

11: Weapon of choice? A maul. They really liked the one named Lawrence.

12: What is their orientation? I don't know if I have the right word for it. They're genderfluid but only interested in women (they love women so much). So I'm choosing to use sapphic.

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? They like fighting but not necessarily killing. However, they understand they live in a dangerous world and it's necessary sometimes. They will try to come to a non-violent solution whenever possible.

14: What hobbies does your Rook have? They like fashion and history. And the lack of finding the clothes they want that fit them right (this is me being mad that even the robes in the game had pants) had them teaching themself how to sew and make clothes. It's my headcannon that in the future when they and Lace get married, they're making their own gown.

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? I've already mentioned Myrna and VORGOTH but they also like Viper and Antoine and Evka. It's not that they have anything against the other faction leaders, they just wouldn't want to hang out with them much. They really liked talking weather with Karash.

They did NOT like Shathan. Yes, they understand she was struggling to understand Taash's identity struggles and did the best she could, coming around in the end. But they did not appreciate her telling them that "Taash was rarely interested in men" while looking right at them (and this is when they were dressed in the most femme outfit I had access to at the time, and a full face of makeup. They were serving looks) and never apologized for that. That whole conversation made them want to break things.

And they really hated Mythal (only time I've fought her so far).

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? They love nuggalopes. It is a life dream to own one for a mount and or pet

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? Yes. They love to learn. My plan for Valrys and Lace post-game is to go on journeys to find and compile Dwarven history into a compendium

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? Killing every Venatori that dared entering the Necropolis and helping VORGOTH with the hauntings they discover

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? By trying to reason with the wrong person instead of just fighting them

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him? They reluctantly sided with him. But they weren't happy about it.

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability? Deadly ground and Reaper. That Spirit Storm ultimate was amazing

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Other than Trade? Nevarran and somewhat fluent in Orzammar Dwarven but that's self-taught and hard to practice back home (they found a book)

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis? Smash so many things.

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Yes. They grew up around spirits. They know there is more.

25: What specialization best represents your Rook? Reaper no question...However, if berserker had been an option....

26: What animal best represents your Rook? An elephant: Strong, smart, protective of their own, great memory and generally pleasant unless you wrong them them they're gonna remember forever and make sure future generations know about it.

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? As much as they liked it and working with the watchers, the Necropolis was starting to feel claustrophobic

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes. They were trusted with the job and they take it seriously. They have enjoyed bringing everyone together and helping people

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? They'd probably enjoy being a Veil Jumper even though they're not magical. The history they'd get to learn about would fascinate them. They would absolutely refuse to wear those outfits. "No. They do nothing for my figure. I look like a lump of mud. Absolutely not"

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

Aside from the fact they're just so good looking? I love how they just let themself feel whatever emotion it is they're feeling. They repress nothing. They're highly emotionally intelligent.

---------------- Canelo de Riva

Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Born in Seleny, moved to Treviso at approx.16

2. What is your character's alignment? Hard to say. Likely a true neutral of the "heroic neutral" variety.

3. Race and class? Elf rogue, veil ranger

4. If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? In the Wolf's Den

5. What emotion did they usually pick? Stoic

6. What companion are you platonically close with? He was bff's with Davrin and Harding (yeah I know. Why did I choose to hurt him like that?)

7. Romantically close with? Lucanis

8. Who are they suspicious of? He didn't trust Solas, Illario, and Invenci right from the get go

9. Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? For the most part. He is close with Viago and the real reason he was sent away from Treviso was for his safety. Canelo suffered a psychotic break thinking he'd found Antaam member responsible for killing his siblings and just went ham on them. Wasn't even aware of what he'd done until Viago told him. He likes Teia a lot as well. They do each other's hair.

10. Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope.

11. Weapon of choice? Longbow specifically the dauntless greatbow he named Jugular (his preferred place to shoot a target)

 12. What is their orientation? Bisexual greyromantic

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? A job is a job, and being an assassin pays better than being a prostitute did.

14. What hobbies does your Rook have? He enjoys making his own arrows, including the knapping of arrowheads when he can find appropriate stone. He likes dancing and making beads for hair or jewelry too

15. What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? As stated above, Viago is very important to him, like an older brother, Teia too. But he likes Tarquin quite a lot, and they both grew up in a lower socioeconomic class. He is to no surprise no big fan of Illario. "I don't care if he's like your brother, mio cuore. He tried to kill you, had you imprisoned in a place where they tortured you. I am never going to like him." He is also no fan of the First Warden

16. Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? Dracolisks. He thinks they're awesome. "Lucanis, if you were ever thinking about getting me an extravagant gift...get one of these."

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He is the kind of guy who would have been happy earning an honest living as a hunter and continuing to raise his little brother and sister and being left alone, but life had other ideas. Adventuring really isn't for him.

18. What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? He'd love to say still working for the Crows, but he is fairly sure Viago would have made him find other work outside Treviso. It was clearly not doing his mental health any favors, and the city was slowly killing him

19. How do you think they'll meet their end? Likely the way most Crows seem to. In a power grab

 20. Would they side with Solas or fight him? Oh he fought him. Every tragedy in Canelo's life could be traced back to Solas giving Corypheus that orb.

The orb explodes and opens the breach

Demons pour out of fade rifts

His parents are killed by demons on their way to Treviso to collect a shipment of spices to sell at their store.

Canelo is too young and doesn't have the brain for running the store, and it goes under. He and his two year old twin siblings lose the house and end up living in a hunter shack in the Tellari Swamps near Seleny. They do okay for about 2 years

Zenzera gets sick, and Canelo has to sell everything but the clothes on their backs and steal the rest of the gold to get them to a special healer in Treviso.

He cannot find a safe job that will let him bring a pair of four year olds along with.

Ends up becoming a sex worker to feed them, but never makes enough to get them off the street

A noble who had been tossed from the brothels for being too violent with the workers their decides to just quit paying for it and assaults Canelo.

This noble that Canelo kills in self-defense was Viago's contract. This results in Canelo joining the Crows.

The three of them are doing okay for a while.

Then the Antaam, who broke away from the Qun after the events of Tresspasser (Thanks again, Solas) invade Treviso.

Antam raid the market where Zenzera and Zafferano are shopping with some fledglings and are killed.

Canelo falls into a spiral of depression, PTSD, and heavy drinking until the above mentioned psychotic break happens and he snaps, killing those two dozen Antaam and wrecking the big plan that had been in the works.

ERGO- SOLAS AND HIS PERPETUAL FAILURES RUINED CANELO'S LIFE. THEREFORE, THERE WAS NO PEACEFUL RESOLUTION TO SOLAS' STORY.

 21. What is your Rook's favorite ability? Hurricane of Blades and Storm's Path

22.  What languages is your character fluent in? Trade obviously, but Antivan and Rivaini with conversational knowledge of Qunlat and Tevene. He's fairly good at picking up languages. Davrin and Bellara teach him Elvhen when they can.

23. What do they do after an absolute crisis? Go hide on the island with the laser that is floating above the Lighthouse Courtyard and have a good breakdown where no one can see it.

24.  Does your character believe in the afterlife? He wants to, but he's afraid that if it's real, he'll go somewhere other than where his family is. Or if he finds them, they will hate him for the choices he made in life

25. What specialization best represents your Rook? He took Veil Ranger, because it was bow focused, and that suits him just fine

26. What animal best represents your Rook? Jaguar- Quiet until they're not, death from above, solitary, master of tactical retreat (Canelo's tactical retreats come when his emotions are too big for him and he needs a safe place to hide and process them)

 27. What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? See the answer to number 20. It wasn't all bad. The first few years with the Crows were great. For the first time in over 5 years they all had enough to eat. When Canelo became a full Crow, he quickly earned a name for himself for being quick and efficient from far away, his contracts never even knowing he was there. Once the Antaam invaded though, it all fell apart

28. Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes, but he'd really rather not be the leader. Someone has to do it though

29. If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? He'd make a good Shadow Dragon.

30. What's your favorite thing about your Rook? He's resilient. He's been served a tragedy buffet and yet, still going. Plus, underneath the stony and or sad exterior he's a lovable person who will lavish his loved ones with affection. Even ones who would REALLY rather he didn't (Viago).

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

[wcnderlnds]

to the moon | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: on a night out with his dearmoon crew, seunghyun bumps into you and it changes everything whether he realises it or not. ・❥・word count: 1.5k ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・ authors note: hello!! i love nerdy space boy seunghyun so i'm doing a whole series on it <3

Choi Seunghyun was obsessed with space. He loved everything about it. Whether it was the stars, planets or the many theories on aliens, he could talk for hours about his love for what lies beyond. Unfortunately, he didn't really meet many people who shared his love for the stars and what they held. That was why when he was accepted for the Dear Moon project, he was over the moon.

To be surrounded by like-minded people, to thrive off their energy - it was everything he could have asked for. The last few years particularly had been tough for him. This was what he needed to help get his mind on track. It was scary moving to a country on the other side of the world away from his family and friends but he knew It would be good for his mind. The last place he wanted to be was Korea right now. A new environment with new people would be good for his healing process. 

Texas was very different from what he was used to. Getting used to the new time difference was the hardest part. His body was so used to being on Korean time that it took him a good few weeks to come around to his new time zone. Through the weeks of adjustment to his new life, he'd been going through tests for the space project - passing all of them. He had also grown close with the other people who were also selected to the part. Making friends used to be easy for him but after everything that had happened, he was a little guarded. Someone had betrayed his trust leading his life down a path he hadn't foreseen. Now, he had to pick up the pieces of himself. It wasn't easy but he was determined to lead a happy life. He just had to be careful about the people he let in.

Nights out weren’t usually his thing - opting to stay home, hiding from the world these days. But, it was one of his fellow crew member’s birthdays and he wanted to celebrate with them. That was how he found himself in a small bar, watching his new friends play pool. He’d spent the night chatting with them, having a few drinks. To his surprise, he found himself with a smile on his face all night. It wasn’t often that a genuine smile made its way onto his face. Since he was in a good mood, he decided that he wanted to treat everyone to drinks. There was a small part of him that felt like he owed it to them for all they were doing for him whether they knew it or not. Heading over to the bar, his snapback firmly on his head, he leaned on the surface, waiting to be served. Seunghyun never used to have patience but these days he found himself a little more willing to wait for things. What he didn’t expect, though, was for you to trip and accidentally fall onto him. It was on instinct that his hands reached out to catch you, resting tentatively on your waist to hold you still. Once you were firmly stood upright, he removed his hands. Seunghyun wasn’t really one for skinship with people he didn’t know but he couldn’t just let you fall now, could he?

“Thank you,” you breathed, relieved that you hadn’t injured yourself or the incredibly handsome man stood in front of you. As your eyes (not so subtly) gave him a once over, you noticed that you’d spilled your drink all over his jacket. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Let me fix that.”

You grabbed some napkins off the counter, dabbing at the wet patch on his coat but to no avail. Seunghyun couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the panicked look on your face. “It’s fine. It’ll wash off. Don’t go having a panic attack over it now.”

At his accent, your ears perked up, head rising to meet his dark brown eyes. Wow, he really was so beautiful. “You’re not from around here.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “I’m from Korea but I’m living here temporarily for a few months.”

“Cute accent,” you quipped, tossing the now wet napkins onto the bar. “What’re you doing all the way in Texas then? Must be important if it’s brought you all the way across to the other side of the world.”

Now, usually you wouldn’t talk with some random guy you’d met in a bar – there had been far too many bad experiences but this man seemed different from the rest. He was a little shy; you’d noticed his cheeks tinting red and his eyes gazing down at the ground at your compliment. His eyes seemed kind, maybe that was because not once had he checked you out. That gained major points for him. Most guys in bars ended up being sleazeballs but you had a good feeling about this one.

“I’m going to space,” he smiled shyly. It sounded ridiculous, he knew that but how else was he supposed to put it?

“What?” You burst out laughing. “Do you use that line on all the girls you meet or am I just special?”

“No, really! It’s called Dear Moon. They’re sending a bunch of us to the moon.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Seriously!” He said, determined to convince you as he leaned forward. As he did, you noticed the NASA snapback he had on. Okay, maybe he was telling the truth and maybe he was going to space but… it was highly unlikely, right? “Me and a bunch of other people got selected to go on a trip to the moon in one of the SpaceX rockets.”

“Okay, okay,” you held your hands up in defense, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile. It was adorable how determined he seemed. “If you’re really going to space then tell me a space fact that a simpleton like me wouldn’t know then maybe I’ll believe you.”

Seunghyun sat in thought for a moment, his perfect eyebrows scrunched. He looked adorable, the pout on his face really making you giggle to yourself. Suddenly, he perked up. His eyes were bright as he spoke excitedly. “Neptune has only completed one orbit around the Sun since its discovery.”

“Okay, well, I’ll have to take your word on it because I know nothing about space,” you laughed, eyeing the bartender as he finally made his way over. “Guess I should get myself another drink since I spilled it all over you. I’m still so sorry about that, by the way.”

“No, let me,” he waved the bartender over, giving his own drink orders then asking for yours. “I’m Seunghyun, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Seunghyun,” you held your hand out for him to shake which seemed silly considering his hands had been on your waist about five minutes ago. He happily shook your hand, his large hand warm in yours. The sparks flying through you the second your skin touched his was something you’d never experienced before. It was almost like you didn’t want to pull away, your eyes drawn to the small smile on his face. It was a moment that you’d never forget. Unfortunately, the bartender decided to ruin it, clearing his throat causing you both to pull your hands back, awkwardly grabbing for your drinks.

“It was nice to meet you, Seunghyun. Here,” you grabbed a pen, writing your number on a napkin, sliding it over to him. “Maybe text me some more cool space facts sometime.”

With a bright smile, you headed off back to your friends. Seunghyun couldn’t help but watch as you walked away. It had been a very, very long time since he’d been so drawn to someone. It had been easy to talk to you, he hadn’t felt the need to hide or make an excuse to walk away. He actually liked the small interaction you’d had; already replaying it in his mind. The way you smiled, the way you kept eye contact with him when you spoke to him. It made tingles run up his spine the way your hand had felt in his. But, no. He couldn’t let himself think like that. The last thing he needed right now was to catch feelings for anyone. Friendship, maybe. There was no harm in that. As he clutched the napkin in his hand, he gave one last look in your direction, seeing you laughing with your friends. He tucked the napkin in his pocket – maybe he would text you at some point.

When you got home that evening, kicking your shoes off, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you unlocked it seeing a text from an unknown number but as you read the text you instantly knew who it was.

If you look out of your window right now you’ll be able to see one of the coolest star constellations. Ursa Major (or big dipper for you, space newbie). Looks like a bowl with a handle :) 

Opening the doors to your small balcony, you looked up to the sky, your eyes searching for the constellation that Seunghyun had mentioned.  It didn’t take long to see what he’d described, a smile creeping onto your face. Bracing your arms on the railing, you typed his name into your phone putting the moon emoji next to his name.

Yeah, maybe this space boy was going to be a danger to your heart.

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[pomegranatelifethis]

Don't move away

Living in Gotham was already hard enough, but being one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted kids made life even more complicated. Sometimes, their protective instincts were just too much. The constant surveillance, the way they always needed to know where you were… You knew they loved you, but it was suffocating.

So, you started pulling away.

At first, it was subtle—replying to their messages less, skipping out on visits to the Batcave, avoiding training sessions. Then, you took bigger steps—going on patrol alone, disappearing without notice. But the Batfamily never lets one of their own go so easily.

One Evening…

You were hanging out with Harper Row, one of the few people who actually understood you. But when you got home, the entire Batfamily was waiting for you in the Batcave.

Bruce stood with his arms crossed, his gaze stern as always, but there was concern underneath.

“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” he asked, his voice deep and steady.

Dick stepped forward, his usual gentle but disappointed expression in place. “Why won’t you talk to us? We’re not trying to control you, but you’re putting yourself in danger.”

Jason let out a sharp laugh. “Just let them go. Maybe they want to be away from the family.” His tone was laced with sarcasm, but there was hurt there too.

Tim, eyes tired but observant, studied you. “Is this just about wanting to be alone, or is there something else going on?”

Damian was the quietest, but his furrowed brows showed his disapproval. “You’re making yourself weaker,” he stated. “Distancing yourself from us won’t make you stronger.”

All eyes were on you. You had to say something—but your brain short-circuited.

Then, as if fate itself had it out for you, it happened.

You took a step back in panic—

And your foot caught on some cables.

“Oh, no—”

Before you could finish your sentence, a chain reaction began:

You stumbled backward, knocking over a water bottle on the table.

Water splashed onto the Batcave’s main computer console.

Sparks flew as alarms blared. “EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!”

In your frantic attempt to regain balance, your arm swung wildly—sending Alfred’s freshly brewed tea soaring through the air.

The cup’s contents landed right onto Tim’s laptop.

“NO! My notes!” Tim yelled, frantically trying to save his screen.

Panicking, you backed up—only to bump into a shelf.

The impact sent all the Batarangs flying.

“GET DOWN!” Dick shouted, diving to the floor with Jason.

Damian, with ninja-like reflexes, pulled out his sword to deflect the incoming projectiles. One Batarang missed Bruce’s head by an inch, embedding itself into the wall behind him.

Bruce took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed his eyes in what could only be described as extreme patience.

Jason, still lying on the floor, looked at you in disbelief. “How? How do you do this?”

Face burning with embarrassment, you tried to steady yourself—only to accidentally knock Damian’s Robin mask off the table. It hit the floor with a soft plop.

Silence.

“I… uh…” you started, but Bruce finally spoke.

“Alright.” He opened his eyes, surveying the absolute disaster around him. “We are all going to sit down and talk. But first,” his gaze swept over the chaos, “we’re cleaning this up.”

Dick sighed. “New record, Y/N.”

Jason was still laughing. “You could literally destroy Gotham with your clumsiness.”

Tim, aggressively drying his laptop, muttered, “Seriously, how?”

Damian scowled. “Is this a skill or a curse?”

You looked down, utterly mortified. “I… was trying to get away from the family. I guess I failed?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of a smile. “Yes. Yes, you did.”

And in that moment—despite all the chaos—you realized something: No matter what you did, no matter how much you tried to push them away, they weren’t going to let you go.

Cleaning up the mess took longer than expected. Tim was still salvaging his laptop, Dick and Jason were gathering the scattered Batarangs, and Damian—still glaring—was carefully placing his sword back in its sheath.

Bruce? He just stood there, arms crossed, watching you.

“Do you have anything you want to tell us?”

You cleared your throat. “Uh… no?”

Jason burst out laughing. “Still trying to escape? Just admit it—there’s no way out of this family. You’ll take down the whole city in the process.”

Dick shook his head. “But seriously, why are you pulling away from us? Yeah, we can be a lot sometimes, but we care about you.”

You avoided their gazes. “I know… but sometimes you guys are just too much. I need space.”

Tim sighed. “So… you want us to leave you alone?”

Before you could respond, you accidentally knocked over Damian’s coffee.

Damian’s eyes widened in horror as the liquid spilled across his files.

“THE REPORT I PREPARED FOR THE TITANS!” he yelled, scrambling to salvage his documents. “Y/N, seriously?!”

Jason had collapsed onto the floor, laughing hysterically. “Oh, this is gold! No one is safe around you!”

You took a step back, utterly mortified, but Bruce just shook his head.

“Y/N, if you want to leave, fine. But know this—you can run as far as you want. We’ll always find you.”

Dick nodded. “And no matter what you do, we’ll always forgive you. Even if you cause total destruction.”

Damian scowled. “Or… at least, we’ll train you.”

Tim suddenly looked thoughtful. “Actually… if we harnessed Y/N’s clumsiness, this could be a huge tactical advantage. Imagine—taking down enemies accidentally.”

Jason was still laughing. “YES! Gotham’s greatest weapon—THE MASTER OF CHAOS!”

Your eyes narrowed. “Do not turn that into a superhero name.”

But it was too late.

Dick and Jason dramatically posed. “CHAOS!” they shouted in unison.

Bruce sighed, massaging his temples. “There is no discipline in this house.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe… distancing yourself wasn’t the solution after all. Because no matter what kind of chaos you brought, this family wasn’t going to let you go.

And, honestly?

This was probably just the beginning.

[norrisjpg]

only angel - ʟɴ⁴

the one where she hits it off one of his driver friends, and meets a new version of lando in the very same night.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten

contains; fluff, dom!lando, nsfw, smut; manhandling, oral (m & f), slit-fucking?, fingering, orgasm denial, kinda voyeurism?, squirting, crying, degradation kink, praise kink; talks of loss of virginity, swearing.

…

…

‘glamour on the grid’, they called it.

“it’ll be fun!” keegan exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders. “come on, lando.”

the four were sat in a sports bar somewhere in melbourne — the group being lando, lily, keegan, and max. lando wasn’t quite sure why they’d gone to a bar, when only two of the four would be drinking — max and keegan — but he’d agreed nonetheless after lily said she wouldn’t drink if he couldn’t.

“and it’d be good for PR,” max added, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. “come on, bob.”

“yeah, do it for the team!” the younger boy nodded enthusiastically.

lando sighed and flitted his gaze over to the girl beside him, “you’re going, right?”

“i mean, i have an invite.” she shrugged. “but i don’t have anyone to go with, it’s a pairs kind of thing.”

“go with me?” he asked softly, “i don’t wanna be on my own.”

keegan went to speak, probably to say something like ‘you’ll have us!’, but max kicked him under the table as to say — ‘shut up, they’re having a moment.’

“yeah, of course.” she smiled softly, the subtlest of blushes spreading across her cheeks when he kissed her forehead briefly — going unnoticed by all but max.

“so, that’s settled, and you need a suit, mate.” max nodded. “do you need a dress, lala?”

lala.

that stupid nickname max had for her — only the quadrant crew called her that. it was her initials, ria had written them down wrong one day, (they were three letters how did she even get that wrong?) and thus ‘lala’ was born.

“yeah, i do, i’ll just ask dior or something,” she shrugged, almost laughing at the nickname. “do you want me to get you a suit too, lan?”

“yes please, you know my sizes and stuff — i’ll just match you.”

max was sat there, watching the two talk, and something was different. the way lando’s gaze lingered a little more than it usually would, how his voice was soft and low, the look in his eyes that made her seem like she’d hung the stars in the sky.

and even keegan noticed it too. the way lily would blush a little deeper than usual for her, the way she was either constantly touching or looking at him in some way, and her inability to have anything but a smile on her face gave her away completely.

maybe they were dating? no, surely they’d have told them by now.

maybe they were…? the boys basically had no idea what was going on there, but they were going to find out.

-

lily wasn’t impressed, whatsoever.

it wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t with her, it was the fact he was with her, of all girls, of the girl he was having sex with for gods sake!

lando and callie had been chatting all night, and it was pissing lily off — she was very aware of her jealousy and she couldn’t give a fuck.

she was this beautiful blonde girl, tanned with the prettiest eyes lily had ever seen, and the most contagious laugh ever recorded — shit, lily would have taken her out herself if she wasn’t madly in love with the boy she currently had her hand on the arm of.

“you look fucked off,” max pointed out as the two laughed about something.

“i’m not,” she snapped, before sighing and realising that maybe max would be able to see through her lie. “okay, maybe i am, but that’s none of your business.”

“just go and flirt with someone else,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “lando’ll hate that, he almost— actually, that’s a story for another day. just go and find someone else to piss him off with.”

“i don’t want to piss him off though.” she sighed.

“oh, so there is something going on with you and bob then?” max caught her, smiling widely.

she had given herself away.

lily could have made up a lie about why she was annoyed — her time of the month, her dress was itchy, it was too hot — but no, she just let the truth fall from her lips.

in all honesty, everything was perfect, but she wanted her boyfriend— no, best friend to be by her side like he usually was.

“just don’t say anything, okay?” lily huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i’ve only told lex and i don’t know who he’s told, carlos maybe.”

“i won’t, secret is safe with me, as long as this ends in a relationship.” max teased.

she rolled her eyes, before picking up her lemonade and heading off to find her new man for the evening.

-

“no way, i worked with them not too long ago,” he said, crossing his leg over the other as they sat in the quiet corner.

“yeah, i asked them to send me this for tonight last minute,” lily smiled, gesturing to the white sparkly dress clinging to her body. “and well, if this is last minute i really need to up my standards.”

he laughed in response, the adorable gap between his front teeth showing — and no, it wasn’t lando.

lily ainsley was sat with, and had been for the past hour, sir lewis hamilton… talking about fashion of all things.

“we should set up a collab or something,” lewis added, lily nodding as he reached for his drink.

unfortunately, lewis’ hand brushed hard enough against lily’s full glass to send it flying off of the table, somehow not breaking it, but getting lemonade all over the floor and a bit on the bottom of her dress.

“oh my god,” he gasped, clapping his hand to his mouth. “i am so sorry, lily, is it on your dress?”

“only a little bit, don’t worry.” she shook her head with smile, “it’s warm, it’ll dry.”

she couldn’t help but laugh as lewis’ panicked eyes stared at her nonchalance about the situation — lando had spilled many of drinks down her top when he was drunk on nights out — so this was quite minor.

“let me buy you another drink, please?” lewis said, clasping his hands together as he chewed on his lower lip.

“okay, yeah.” she shrugged, a free beverage of any kind was something lily never turned down.

they reached the edge of the busy bar together, and lewis saw the slightly anxious look in her eye, so he simply held his arm out for her to link through.

she mouthed a kind, ‘thankyou’ to him, before they made their way through the swarm of bodies together.

“dude, where’s lily?” keegan asked lando, tapping his arm, while he held up a piece of fabric that had come off of his designer jacket. “i wanna ask her where the fuck this goes.”

“i’m pretty sure that’s your pocket…” lando furrowed his eyebrows. “she’s around here somewhere.”

“what, she’s not with you?” keegan asked, looking at him confused — those two were usually a package deal.

“no—”

“oh there she is!” the australian exclaimed. “oh, fuck nah, she’s with lewis… i’ll go over later.”

“she’s with lewis?” lando’s head snapped up, searching for lily’s familiar face in the foreign crowd. “as in— what the fuck?”

there she was, in all of her angelic glory, laughing softly with one of his childhood heroes — well that was a sight he thought he’d never see.

lewis’ hand was loosely around her waist, mostly to stop her being swept away by the bustling atmosphere of the crowd.

to lando, it was a declaration of war.

-

the uber home was filled with a tense silence, the lingering scent of annoyance and jealousy tainting the air. neither of them spoke, either too stubborn or too pissed off with the night’s antics to talk.

her phone lit up, max fewtrell.

max fewtrell: let me know how it goes with sunshine. he was real pissed earlier. worse than when i broke his gaming chair. good luck!

“lewis?” lando spoke up roughly.

“what?” she looked up from her phone after she’d unlocked it.

“too busy talking to him to listen to what i’m saying, wow.” he huffed, god was this boy dramatic.

“sorry, i thought you were too busy with callie to acknowledge my existence.” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she replied to max.

‘he’s in such a piss. i should have just left it be. i hate your ideas, fuck you!’

“oh please, you were all over lewis! he’s double your fucking age, lily!” lando snapped, raising his voice at her — something he never did.

“well maybe that’s because you were too busy being a slut to acknowledge my existence!” she shot back.

he laughed, he fucking laughed.

the rest of the ride was silent, it wasn’t even tense — something was looming, lando was planning something, she could tell.

the uber was paid and tipped gratefully, and the two took the elevator back to their hotel room. his hands weren’t on her, which worried her a little — either she had upset him, or he was saving it for once they were behind closed doors (she hoped it was the latter of the two.)

the door closed behind them, and it was like a switch flipped inside of the brit.

“a slut, huh?” lando chuckled lowly, grabbing lily and throwing her over his shoulder roughly.

“lando— put me down, lando!” she hit his back, with no real force — but she didn’t want to seem desperate.

“shut up.” he grumbled, putting her down on the floor so she was stood up.

“thank—”

his hands were on her hips, spinning her away from him. lando’s large hands managed to undo the zip on the back of the dress with ease, before he pulled it down and pushed the item off of her body.

he smirked to himself as she let him, not protesting as he spun her back around to face him.

“on your knees,” he nodded, unbuttoning his shirt.

she looked up at him, dazed and very turned on by this new version of lando she was met with.

“are you deaf?” he snapped “i said on your knees.”

lily got her knees gently, the cold tiles of the floor making the position a little uncomfortable.

he nodded, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek — she knew what he meant, wordlessly telling her to get to work.

his belt was undone by her slender fingers, and to her surprise, he wasn’t fully hard, meaning she was actually going to have to—

no, the first brush of lily’s fingers on his shaft sent it upward, slapping up against his abdomen. the thought of teasing him swirled around her mind briefly, but the look in lando’s eye told her to think otherwise.

a warm splatter of saliva dripped onto the tip of his cock, lubing the tip as she then took it in her mouth. her lips expertly wrapped around him, taking him deep down her throat straight away, swirling her tongue around every part she could reach. he groaned, clenching his jaw as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth.

she bobbed her head to meet his thrusts, tears welling in her eyes as he crammed his cock into her mouth.

“so much more polite with my dick in your mouth, aren’t you, angel?” he said, almost sweetly.

she made a muffled sound around him, not daring to pull off until his seed was deep in her throat.

her jaw was starting to lock, and the tears spilled down her face.

lily could feel him twitching inside of her mouth, and she was about to speed her movements up, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

loosely wrapping a hand around her throat, he pulled her gently, getting her to stand up, before pushing her onto the bed.

“ass up,” he commanded, helping her a little as she buried her face in the pillow.

he gazed down at her white underwear, clearly soaked and most likely ruined. one clean swipe rendered them (and her) useless, her panties tossed across the room with any dignity she had left.

“don’t even deserve to be fucked,” he muttered, taking his cock and pushing it though her folds, notching at her entrance.

he positioned his cock so it sat snugly in her puffy folds, bumping up against her clit every time he pushed forward.

“you think lewis could make you feel like this, baby?” he spoke cockily as she shuddered, thighs clenching as he pushed down her slit agonisingly slowly — holding back his own moan.

“n-no,” she choked out, moaning as her lower tummy fizzed with need.

“then why were you with him?” he pried, knowing the real reason — he’d spoken to max.

“tryna’ make—” she moaned softly as he brought his thumb forward to toy at her needy entrance. “get your attention, didn’t like seeing you with her.”

“so you were whoring yourself out with my rival?” he questioned lowly. “you could have just told me you were a pathetic mess for me, you know?”

her body was so hungry for him, pushing back against his slow thrusts into her slit — that the tears from earlier in their escapades resurfaced, streaming down her face.

he knew she was crying, but until there was an apology for calling him a slut, there wouldn’t be any letting up on her.

lando continued to thrust forward, her whimpers quiet and low. so, in aid of not being able to hear her, he slipped two fingers inside of her weeping entrance — pumping them hard and deep with no warning.

her slick was dripping onto his dick, coating it in a warmth as it slid back and forth though her folds. the previous stimulation of being buried deep inside of her throat helped him get close quickly, and he could tell she was close by the way her hips jerked when he scissored his fingers apart.

but he was closer than she was, and a sick though passed through his head and into his movements.

the brit pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock and pumping it on top of her ass. he let out a guttural groan, shooting thick webs of cum over her perfect ass and picturesque back — “fuck, stay there.”

she sobbed and whined out as his fingers left her hole, feeling empty without his digits stuffed deep inside of her.

he leaned down off of the bed and fished his phone out of his pants pocket, before repositioning himself as before.

“let me take a photo, yeah, baby?” lando asked roughly. “look so fucking pretty like this.”

she hummed, pushing her ass up toward him. flicking to the camera, he placed his hand on her lower ribcage, pulling her marked body back toward him, and snapped a photo.

“lando,” lily whimpered, thighs shaking a little at the loss of her much needed high.

“i’m sorry, what was that, lils?” he asked condescendingly, flipping her from her tummy onto her back. “wanna repeat that?”

“lan,” she murmured, lower lip caught between her teeth.

“oh, pretty baby,” lando teased, leaning over her so their faces met. “shoulda’ though ‘bout what you wanted before you decided to be a bitch.”

“i’m sorry,” she murmured. “didn’t mean it, promise, ‘m so sorry, lan.”

“there she is,” lando switched, his whole mentality flipped based on a few words. “there’s my pretty girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she repeated, tears streaming down her face.

“i know you are, i know you didn’t mean it.” he reassured her, pressing soft kisses to the tear stains on her cheeks. “tell me what you need, and i’ll give it to you, angel.”

the addition of the please popped on the end sealed the deal for him, and he nodded, gently connecting their lips as to say — sorry for being a prick.

“mouth, need your mouth.” she nodded quickly, “please.”

“mhm, there’s my good girl.” he praised, nodding at her as he gazed into her soul.

lando pressed kisses down from her throat, through the valley of her breasts, over her tummy, and softly began his mission to bring his girlfriend— no, best friend into a world of mind-bending pleasure.

“open up for me baby,” he asked softly, placing his hands on her inner thighs.

she spread her legs shakily, letting him have full access to her slick pussy.

lando flattened his tongue against her pussy, groaning against her as he lapped up her juices. he circled her clit, pressing his thumb into her entrance to tease her.

she clenched around him, moaning softly as he closed his lips around her clit, gently sucking it as he replaced his thumb with two thick fingers, sliding into her tight heat with a little resistance. lily whined, clenching around his digits as he set the same pace he had previously kept.

“lan…” she let out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back. “fuck— gonna cum…”

it was embarrassing how quickly she came, inner walls convulsing around his fingers, legs shaking, liquid gushing from her and a large portion of it spraying into his mouth.

he whined into her pussy pathetically, drinking her up without hesitation. “so pretty,” he murmured, toying with her clit as her hips bucked away from him.

“my pretty girl.”

-

the morning drew in, and the tanned arms around her body stayed here, tightening every now and again.

“morning.” he said groggily, lifting his head from the crook of her neck.

“good morning.” she yawned softly.

“i’m um… sorry, about yesterday.” lando began softly, “just um… i just didn’t like you and lewis, and i went the wrong way about it completely, i‘m sorry,” he sighed, blinking at the girl. “i shouldn’t have been with callie, i went there with you, not her.”

“it’s okay, lan, really, i overreacted — but i promise you, nothing is there with me and lewis, he’s just a friend i promise.” lily reassured him, gently carding her fingers through his soft curls.

“i know, i was being a twat.” he pursed his lips. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, i promise.” she nodded softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“why don’t we make an agreement?” lando suggested. “while we’re doing this, there’s no one else. we’re like… exclusive to each other.”

a soft blush spread across her face, and she smiled at the boy wrapped around her.

“yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

-

god this one was actually so hard to write i almost died — more coming soon!

[serahadmoni]

This. Also not scolding anyone.

Like, I’m in the midst of what will eventually be a pop-ship piece, but my personal proclivities lean heavily into gen. Even what I’m writing now will have way more plotty gen elements than it will straight shippy content. (Sorry BT readers, if that comes as a surprise but I value and want to explore all the relationships, not just the ones where they end up smashing faces…? I was that girl with my Barbies too.)

In general, gen engagement in fandom spaces is low already. If I was courting kudos, I would do something different. Anyway, I digress.

I won’t hide my commentary in tags because I feel like it’s that important. Not that my talking about it does anything in the long run, but I’ve been around awhile. The nature of my life, occupation, and family situation means I tend to dip in and out. Every time a property draws me back to fandom I find the culture changed and usually not for the better. Once upon a time, consumerism was anathema in fandom spaces. Even if you didn’t know how best to express your appreciation for a piece, you tapped the little heart so the author knew you read and enjoyed at the very least. But now…

It’s not the kudo or the comment. Though I love them both. It’s the engagement. Being able to gush about your darlings or the piece you’re working on and build actual community with other writers and readers. To find the tribe who can go on the journey with you. Because, to be frank, if that community engagement and interaction doesn’t exist, I could be (probably should be) spending my time working on my original urban fantasy instead.

If I was desperate for kudos I would not be out here posting villain ships, minor character rarepairs, and other deeply unpopular ships.

I know how to write popular fic. I know how to farm kudos. That's not what I'm here for.

"Readers need to remember that authors don't know a reader liked their fic unless the reader tells them by leaving a kudos or a comment" does not mean "waahhh waahhh I need attention!"

It means "even if writers write purely for themselves, if you don't bother to interact with writers when you do enjoy their work, they might stop posting and just keep their work to themselves."

"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is not aimed at the people who aren't reading the fanfiction in question.

"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is not aimed at the people who did not enjoy the fanfiction in question.

"If you enjoy a work you should kudos or comment" is aimed at people who read a fanfiction, enjoyed it, and then didn't bother to even do the bare minimum to share their excitement about it with the work's creator, even though that excitement is literally the only thing they get in return for posting their work.

Fanfiction authors write because they enjoy writing. They post because they want to form a connection with the people who enjoyed their work.

This is not an attempt to scold anyone, I literally don't care if I get kudos or not. It's simply an attempt to remind people that fanfiction is a community, and fan authors can't read your mind.

[yunwangja]

unrecognized

kenma kozume x reader

kenma tells you something unexpected during a quiet moment away from your friend group—something that leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself.

genre: slow-burn, eventual fluff, introspective?

tags: kenma x fem!reader, quiet confessions, insecurity, self-perception, soft but meaningful fluff, univ setting

notes: might make a part 2 if people love this! mwehehehe

"i’m not like that at all."

you let out a small laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as sad as it feels. it’s not like you were fishing for reassurance or anything—you were just stating facts.

the conversation had started off harmlessly, just the usual back-and-forth that came with being in a room full of mutual friends.

you were at a friend's place, lounging in the living room with a few others, the air thick with warmth and familiarity. the coffee table was cluttered with half-empty soda cans and snack bags, the tv playing some random show in the background, mostly ignored.

you weren’t saying much—not that anyone noticed. you were fine with that. you were better at listening, letting conversations weave around you while you stayed comfortably on the sidelines.

tonight’s topic had somehow landed on people at school, and someone had pulled up an instagram post.

“oh, look—council president posted new pics,” someone said, turning their phone around.

a few of them leaned in to look. “she’s so pretty, right?”

“yeah, she’s really cute,” another agreed. “kind of unfair that she’s smart and looks like that.”

you glanced at the screen out of curiosity. it was a casual photo—maybe from some event—but she still looked effortlessly put together.

polished, but not in a way that felt forced. just naturally… striking. it made sense. she was the kind of person people talked about, whether they knew her personally or not.

you barely paid attention until someone nudged you lightly. “you kind of look like her, don’t you think?”

you blinked. “what?”

“yeah, i can kind of see it,” another added. “same vibe, at least.”

of course, you deny it. "uh, no way. she’s like… so effortlessly pretty."

"i’m not like that at all."

you were honestly flattered someone even thought to compare you to her. she was pretty, popular, and looked like a breath of fresh air. but what could you do? it wasn’t true. agreeing would be a lie.

besides, you were nowhere near this girl’s vibe—academically smart, sociable, and easy to approach. maybe your friends could say that about you now, but they definitely wouldn’t if they had known you back then.

when you were younger, insecurity clung to you like second skin. you were the type to blend into the background, to be passed over in a crowd.

no one had ever looked at you—really looked at you—and thought you were special. no one had ever told you, without a doubt, that you were pretty. or interesting.

and if someone had claimed to like you before, you would’ve known the truth: it was just their hormones talking. a fleeting crush based on a small moment.

but young adulthood gave you the time to adapt. to build a version of yourself that felt easier to carry. so you dressed up better. learned how to hold a conversation. grew into a version of yourself that could at least fake confidence.

it was enough to get you here—to a place where you could laugh, nod along, and let comments like that roll off your shoulders.

and maybe this new image of yours was why they thought you resembled someone like her.

fortunately, you didn’t bring the mood down. most of them didn’t believe your dismissal, insisting you were just being humble.

your friend shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully. "you’re too humble, y/n."

the conversation moved on, and you smiled, grateful they didn’t see through you.

well, at least that’s what you thought.

it wasn’t long before you finished your drink. standing up, you slipped away from the group, heading toward the kitchen where you could grab a cold soda from the fridge.

the voices from the living room faded into the background as you opened the fridge. the cool air brushed against your skin as you grabbed a can, cracking it open and leaning against the counter for a brief moment of solitude.

you were taking a sip when you heard footsteps approaching.

"why are you drinking that here alone?"

you glanced up. kenma.

his voice was quiet, lazy, like he was making an observation rather than asking a question. his headphones rested around his neck, dyed blonde hair slightly messy, catching the dim kitchen light.

you weren’t surprised to see him. kuroo was one of your closest friend’s boyfriend, and kenma, being kuroo’s best friend, often ended up tagging along.

still, he never really seemed present at these kinds of gatherings. just… there. like an observer who had no particular reason to be involved.

he was quiet, only speaking when spoken to. not that you two talked much.

"i just wanted to be away from the noise a bit," you said with a small smile.

he nodded but didn’t move, lingering in place for a moment, looking behind you.

noticing the slight awkwardness, you gestured and moved away from the fridge. "oh, were you going to get something? go ahead."

"oh. yeah." he blinked, like he’d forgotten his reason for coming here in the first place. walking past you, he opened the fridge, scanning the selection of drinks.

a brief glance in your direction. then, as if deciding something, he reached for a can,

"i think you’re pretty."

…huh?

you blinked. "what?"

he closed the fridge, leaning against it with one shoulder.

"you’re pretty."

your grip tightened slightly around the can. what was he talking about? where was this coming from?

you let out a nervous chuckle. "what are you talking about?"

"you looked so much more interesting than that girl," he said simply, cracking open his own drink.

the realization dawned slowly. he was talking about earlier.

you smiled, dismissing his attempt to compliment you. "you’re just saying that,"

kenma exhaled, shifting so he was fully facing you now.

"you said you were nothing like her. you were right, though. because you look much more beautiful."

your lips parted, but no words came out.

he crossed his arms, watching you carefully.

"but our friends weren’t trying to lie, yn. you’re wonderful. we all genuinely believe you light up the room whenever you enter. that's probably why they said that."

his voice was steady. honest.

you stared at him, trying to process his words.

you had never spoken to him like this before. never had a real conversation beyond quick greetings. it never once crossed your mind that he had thoughts like these about you.

especially him.

you swallowed, trying to laugh it off. "wow. never thought i would hear that from you, of all people, kenma."

he glanced away, but you caught the slight pink tinge to his ears.

"shut up. i’m being for real here."

he was serious. you could tell.

you shook your head slightly. "i just didn’t expect you would say something like that to me."

you gave a small shrug, and grab your soda can again, swirling it around with your wrist. "not that you have to, though."

his brows furrowed. "no. i wanted to."

there was something firm in his voice, like he needed you to understand that.

"i’ve always wanted to talk to you," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "but, well, i’m also an awkward person, so…" he trailed off, glancing down.

then, quietly, his voice softer than before—

"i just wanted you to know that you are not what you think. because i’m here."

his eyes found yours.

"and my eyes have always been on you."

his words sent a chill down your spine.

before you could even respond, he straightened up, his movements unhurried but deliberate. his gaze lingered on you for a second longer, before he turned away.

"i just wanted to prove you wrong, okay."

he cast one last glance over his shoulder, something softer in his expression now, with the smallest of smiles.

"i can’t stand being unrecognized."

and just like that, he was gone.

you stayed frozen for a moment, your fingers tightening around the cold can in your hands, but even that grounding sensation wasn’t enough to steady you. before you even realized it, your knees gave in, and you sank down onto the kitchen floor, pressing your back against the cabinets.

what the hell just happened?